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Bee let out a sigh as a ray of light hit her in the face, waking her up in the vastly too small bed for the two in it, though in her opinion, it was still missing one more hunky body to make it complete.
Bee felt herself a simple woman, at the very core of it all. She had been around for a long time and had experienced a lot, and was almost always up for new indulgences to experience. She had done a lot that most would feel some shame about or regrets but not her. She and her sorta siblings were different, unique, special but at the same time, very basic in their outlooks and desires.
It was also because of those desires that there were certain acts Bee had never done, steps she had always avoided, words she never spoke out of fear of what it would mean for her.
Ozzie, he had been the first of them to openly upturn all of that and go against his very being. The Sin of Lust was in Love. Sappy, cutesy pet names, romantic candle light dinner, cuddling under a blanket while watching a movie Love.
And it gave her the courage to admit she was Content, that she had found her Full in Vortex and Loona. Yeah, she'd be in love before, had partners and fuck buddies just as good as them, and a few even better than them but Tex and Sour Cream just made her feel Full.
They really pushed her to be the best she could be, as they all did for each other and found a very comfortable, very fulfilling balance.
It should have been utterly terrifying for her but Bee wouldn't change it for anything, not when she could watch one of the two people that stole her heart just sleep there and have no desires to change that.
Bee stared at Loona, basked in the glow of the new day. It gave her fur a beautiful glow and the curves of her body half covered by the blanket were worth painting countless masterpieces in her humble opinion.
She drank in how beautiful her girlfriend was; hair covering half her face with just a hint of her eyelid peeking out, her adorable nose begging to be booped, her velvet ears screaming to be caressed, her nipples urging her to lick them so Loona would wake to Bee pleasuring her like she so deserved. Every part of her was telling to indulge in Loona; she knew Loona wouldn't mind, but again, Bee had no hunger for it and just instead simply savoured without sampling.
Sighing contently, Bee worked to pry her arms free that Loona was sleeping on without waking her, long experienced in this act. Flexing her right arms as she casted another look at one of her loves, still sound asleep before she perched on the edge of Loona's bed, looking admist the jumbled mess of clothes for hers. Tex, the sweet hunk of theirs, would tell them again that being tidy would prevent this, and Bee and Loona would either stick out their tongues at him or go get the maid outfits for a bit of fu-
Chomp
Doing her best to keep the squeal muted, Bee turned her head to look at the hellhound who, with eyes still shut tight from those not wanting to wake up had clamped her mouth around her butt.
Chuckling softly, she stroked Loona's head, asking, "Did I wake you?"
Loona shook her head slightly, mouth still holding tight as she mumbled, "Mmmgnh."
Knowing she had to be quiet, Bee asked the next important question. "Are ya going to let go?"
Loona whined, tugging her back to bed which Bee could have easily overpowered. Instead, she was giggling, struggling not to be lured back to the warm embrace of her Loona.
"I gotta go, Sour Cream," she cooed, reaching over to rub her ears, the hellhound moaning in pleasure but still had an iron grip on her butt. "I gotta get ready for today and your dad is still on the couch."
"Don't wanna," Loona muttered as she slowly stirred awake, finally letting go of her rump with a nice mark already forming from the morning hickey. "Wanna stay with you in bed all day. No work, just you, me and Tex." She grumbled, trying to rest her head on her chest and tempt her back to sleep.
"Tex isn't here, Sour Cream," Bee told her softly, breathing in her scent.
"Stupid Tex," Loona muttered into her chest, a paw groping her thighs. "Call him, tell him I want morning cuddles with both of you."
Smiling so widely it was hurting, Bee lifted her head and kissed her on the lips, with her other hands rubbing Loona's thighs in calming circular motions. Breaking the kiss off, Bee nuzzled her face, rubbing snouts together. "If we call him over, we'll wake your dad for sure."
"S'fine," Loona's hands were clumsy this early, but she was determined to get her way, hit the exact spots to ruin her concentration. "Want everybody to hear. Hear us."
For a moment, Bee caved, lost herself in the sweet nectar of love. She kissed her back, mind retreating as all urges rushed forwards, eager to break the bed but no, Bee grabbed control and stopped herself. Holding Loona's head with her upper arms as she pulled back from the kiss, she slid her lower hands out of their slits, not even aware she'd been fingering Loona and herself, and booped Loona's nose.
"Girl, I love you but I've got to go," she told her, the hellhound stirring and trying to lick their juices off her nose. "Got a stupid court appearance that Satan is calling all of us in for and I have to be ready for it."
"Satan sucks," Loona huffed, pouting adorably.
"Yeah, he does," Bee agreed, nodding her head as her arms began to rub Loona's arms and chest, half of them being traitorous bitches. "I'll call you tonight, maybe we can have a date night or something." Loona grumbled, a yawn leaving her lips but Bee could hear the affirmation to the idea in the grumble. She was fairly fluent at this point. "Go try to get some sleep, okay?"
Loona yawned again, and seeing she'd get no honey rested her head back down, already drifting back to sleep. She still muttered an "I love you" before she curled up.
Biting her lip, Bee stood from the bed and covered Loona up with the blanket with magic. Not trusting herself if she stayed to look for her clothes not to hop back into bed, Bee opened a portal back to her house, just taking her phone from Loona's dresser, muttering an I love you back.
Stepping back into her bedroom, Bee spread out her wings as walked into her bathroom, calling up Tex, knowing he'd be midway through his morning exercise. She loved him but he had weird ideas of what was a good time to get up and move all around and get sweaty without it being the fun way.
Then again, she, like the rest of the Sins never needed to exercise to remain top form and have killer bodies. Mammon, her fat disgusting kinda brother, was also the clear reminder that the Greedy desire to have everything at once was the path to becoming a fat caricature of yourself.
Thankfully, money had been invented and established into quantifiable physical objects and he was now focused on just becoming the wealthiest being in all of existence. He was slimming back down and people were able to differentiate between her Gluttony and his Greed.
"Hey girl," Tex cooed at her, wiping some sweat off his brow, his apartment walls behind him. "You're up early, thought you'd still be in bed with Loona and waiting until Blitzø was knocking on the door to slip away again."
"Mmm, I wanted to but we've got that emergency trial that Satan is bringing everyone in so he can act like a big tough judge," Bee snorted as she walked into her bathroom, magic keeping the phone levitating far enough away that Tex could see everything, his whines and tail wagging just barely out of sight telling her she nailed it. "I was asking our girl about a date night; she seemed down for it." she told him as her phone flew into the recess in her shower room, waterproof glass protecting her phone as she had the water turn on, waiting for the water to heat up by lathering herself and getting Tex all flustered, fumbling to move his phone far enough so she could see all of him.
“Really?" He asked, his sweatpants already at his ankles, followed by his boxers. "I'm surprised our girl could form words this early." He waited until the water began to wash over her before he attended to himself, a little pleasure game the trio indulged in to see if one of them could get clean before the other two got dirty. It was sucky that Loona didn't have a good enough shower and Blitzø was prone to coming home at unexpected hours that stopped her from being the one.
“Well, it’s less words and more of a vibe, but you know how good I’m reading those, right?” Bee asked, tilting her head as she continued to cheat in washing herself up, four paws able to wash a lot of herself at once while Tex just…no, he was doing just fine on his own, damn she was getting wet. Well, wet ter .
In any case, she was more than happy to stimulate Tex, and Loona when she could get alone time, to get dirty; their boyfriend's thick and powerful cock already close to popping off.
“Don’t I know it,” he chuckled, grunting as he continued to rub himself; the hellhound playing with his balls now. “Say, turn around again?” He asked her with Bee happily complying to his wishes. Tex then let out a hearty bark, pausing in his self care. “I see Loona gave you a few love marks last night.”
“And this morning,” Bee smirked as she smacked her ass before wincing; fuck she needed to remember Loona had some strong ass teeth. “She really didn’t want me to go this morning.” Bee giggled as she examined the bitemark, it was really deep and it would make sitting down very hard. She’d be so tender and sensitive for days, fuuuuck, she wanted so badly to be with her partners now, have them claim and bite her and mark her as their own and only theirs.
“Heh, I can see that and I don’t blame her,” Tex said, placing his hands behind his head, leaving his erect penis right in front of her, teasing and tempting her as he did micro flexes of his hips to wiggle it. Fuuuck, she trained them too good, she was seriously thinking of portaling over there and spending the day getting rutted by him, bring Loona over and play the role of pet slave for them.
Damn she was in love, with it being the sweetest honey she has ever tasted in her long life.
“Down boy,” she barked at him, jabbing a finger at him as he continued to do his siren call on her. “Don’t go tempting me right now, I really need to get ready for this stupid trial and that means getting all my shit done early so I can be on time for that.” She groaned at that, her mind reeling at the prospect that she’d do her boring ass duties instead of just being with her partners, mating with them and being mated, rutting and getting rutted, dominating and being dominating, forcing them down and being forced herself, holding them close to her and never letting go, cuddling up and snuggling in a happy pile with them Filling her up her Hunger.
“Hey Bee!” Tex snapped her out of her lust filled thoughts, Bee blinking and stumbling as she found her fingers deep inside of herself, two playing with her breasts and nipples and last was playing with her clit. “Heh, I guess you lost this round girl; you really must be enjoying the view today.” He chuckled, wiping himself clean with his shirt before laying back down naked as she was.
“Nah,” Bee shook her head as she started to wash herself again, focusing on getting clean. “Just thinking how fucking awesome my partners are and how much I fucking love them.” She said as lattherd herself up again.
“Aww, Bee’s, that’s so sweet,” Tex chuckled, cooing at her. “Though, you will need to pay up the forfeit for losing.” Tex chided her playfully, a dopey grin on his face that Bee couldn’t help but return. “I’ll talk with Loona and we’ll see to your punishment.”
“Mmm, fuck, Tex, I can’t afford a third shower,” she giggled at him as she tried to ignore him and what the two could be planning for her. “Please, I gotta be good.” She pleaded with him, her body tingling with anticipation at her punishment.
“Mmm, I’ll just exercise here and be a good boy for ya than,” he said, doing that with Bee’s legs shivering but no, she had to be good. Tammy would be here soon and her ass of an assistant would just huff annoyingly at her, judging if she was late and making snide comments about her partners making her late for this early ass work meeting.
Tammy somehow always knew if she was late if it was because of her partners, if she had overslept or she had indulged enough to be hungover and was able to give her accurate stealth insults that Bee couldn’t really deny or risk being called out directly.
Tammy had dropped some of her bitchiness after that bullshitiness with Loona had passed, but the demon was still from Envy and had a chip on her shoulder like all those from Levy’s ocean.
Turning off the water, and bringing the towel over to herself while levitating her phone around so Tex could still see, Bee began to dry herself off while Tex still exercised without anything on, the Sin forcing her mind to ignore all the fun they could have. Tossing the wet towel into the hamper, Bee was about to leave her bathroom when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.
“Ma’am, are you awake and decent?” Tammy’s collected and steady voice called out, with Tex sighing for the both of them, rolling his eyes, already ending the call with a See you later and Love you with Bee saying the same back before she grabbed her bathrobe and slid it on.
“Yeah, I’m awake, just took a shower,” she told her, keeping her own voice even and without any bite in it. The bitch was behaving herself and was helping her out, and she knew she wouldn’t get anyone as good as Tammy or as understanding and patient with her bullshit.
Stepping into her room at the same time as Tammy did, Bee saw she was wearing another no nonsense, professional-with -zero -sex-appeal business suit, a tight stack of folders under her arm while holding a briefcase in one hand and a dry cleaner's bag of professionally clean clothes in the other.
“Good, that’s one thing off the agenda,” she said, nodding her head as she carefully placed the clothes down on her bed, which Tammy gave its non rumpled sheets a once over before sitting up and turning back to face her. “Come; we’ve got about thirty minutes of minor business matters to attend to before we start on the serious matters of the day.”
“What, no breakfast or me getting dressed?” Bee teased her, with Tammy shaking her head in her no nonsense manner.
“I’ve got your breakfast settled up in your office, and given your indifference to being dressed or not in your home, I’ve penciled in a provisional five minutes to ten minutes for you getting dressed, though it would be at the cost of two of your mini breaks to choose something to change into and then change out for the court clothes I picked up for your ma’am. If we continue now, and we avoid any unforeseen complications, you will have roughly ten minutes to get dressed, leaving you with excess free time before you need to head back towards Pride.”
Bee couldn't argue with that, finding no issues with Tammy’s proposals and so, she followed the sea demon into her office before her ear twitched; the sea demon knew she’d been out again somehow!
She wasn’t the last Sin in, or last before Belphegor, thank fuck. Bee didn’t really care about how others thought of her but damn would Mam yap away at her, trying to get a rise out of her and it was annoying .
As were all the petty Goetias squawking, warbling, complaining and trying to kiss her ass from cheek to cheek. From Kings to Presidents, all thought all they needed was to promise her a ‘fancy ass feast’ to get her on board and agree to whatever bullshit, idiotic, spiteful, half baked schemes that they cooked up, thinking they could fool her just because she was a Hellhound.
A vast majority of them, nearly all of them, wouldn’t spit or piss to put out any of the normal hellborn demons if they were on fire, let alone one of her pups, and yet they thought they were grand masterminds that could fool one of the Deadly Seven here.
Well, Six, as she doubted Luci would come in as he was finally getting out of his funk that Lil put him in when she left and spending time with his daughter. Charlie was making big waves in not only her hotel and putting that prick Adam into the ground but also, finally proving her worth as the Princess of Hell and, holy shit on every brick ever made, got a Sinner into Heaven. It was a secret that only the Seven knew of, with Lucifer planning to surprise his daughter on the new year with the news.
Yeah, he could have done as soon as he heard the news, but their King had to make it a show of dramatic flair and he could put on a show like no one else and this was for Charlie and she couldn’t find any reason to fault him in that.
Plus, Heaven might want to wait and get their shit in order before they made any official announcement on their own end.
“Mmmmm,” Ozzie grinned at her as he sat down on his throne, turning to face her. “Girl, spill.” He said, all three heads grinning like the cat that caught the mouse.
“Pft, like I’m going to start yapping away here,” she snorted, crossing her arms in her very killer outfit. Tammy had outdone herself again, pulling out one of her finest official outfits that still looked super hot. “I know I’m one to ramble; I ain’t going to say shit about them, especially not in front of the fat fuck.”
“Hey, up yours, muttbreath,” Mammon growled at her, flipping her off. “And anything you say ain’t worth blackmailing; everyone knows you two looove slumming it with garbage, can’t even make a buck on keeping your secrets.”
She snarled, but Ozzie sent off a vibe that made her pull her back. Yeah, he wasn’t worth it, the fat Greedy fuck. Crossing her arms as Belle walked in, let out a yawn and promptly went to sleep. Seeing that everyone was here, with Satan preparing to start his over the top dramatic theatrics to really rub it into whoever fucked up enough to drag everyone in, Bee felt her hands twitch as she longed for one of her toys but seeing as Mam was using several, she wasn’t about to equate herself to him in public.
“So Oz,” she whispered as Satan, the theatre kid before theatre kids were a thing, had dimmed the lights with his tail swishing behind him. “Any idea why Satan called us all in so early? Tammy couldn’t tell me, all she said was that Satan wanted a good show.”
Ozzie simply shrugged as Satan was visibly itching to start, though to everyone else, he was simply holding back his wrath. Damn idiots didn’t even know when to be scared of the big guy, and he just loved acting like he was the toughest shit around.
…Granted, he was the second most powerful Sin and one of the most powerful pure demons in all of Hell itself, but still, she was reasonably sure she could take him on.
…If he didn’t go to his full form and she had drunk and ate a lot of her special honey beforehand.
“This better be good, I was in bed with my girl this morning and my boyfriend was teasing me so damn much this morning, so whoever fucked up better have a good excu-”
“Come on guys, this is- this all one big misunderstanding,” a voice she knew cut through her, causing Bee’s jaw to drop. “Uh, this about the orphans? ’Cause they were already sick to begin with.”
Satan leaped down on the defender’s peak, demanding silence as he filled the court with his lava, rambling on about sentencing Blitzø but her eyes locked onto Loona’s.
“WHY THE FUCK IS MY GIRLFRIEND HERE, MUZZLED AND CHAINED!?” She thundered, already in her true form, jumping down to grab Satan by his lapels and scaring the shit out of everyone. “SOMEONE BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME BEFORE I START KILLING MOTHERFUCKERS AND BRINGING THIS WHOLE COURTHOUSE DOWN AND GET HER OUT OF THOSE NOW!!!” She roared into his face, Satan snarling back just as loud and angry.
Wrath slammed into Gluttony, the two powerful forces of Hell smashing into each other. Wrath was traditionally stronger, but Gluttony was fully stoked here, her Indulgence threatened and was accepting no substitutes beyond what she demanded.
Staring into her three eyes, Satan could have unleashed his full form, and bathed the whole area in his Wrath but instead, he simply tilted his head, an agreement proposed with Gluttony as he snapped his fingers and the chains from her Indulgence fell away. Gluttony fulfilled her part of the agreement, shrinking back to her normal form, with Satan holding her close. “This isn’t over by a mile, Beeluzabub.”
Bee rolled her eyes, it felt pretty over already. Sure, she’d need to do a lot of asskissing, give Wrath a lot of beneficial trade deals and tread very carefully with Satan for a good while but Loona was safe and that was enough for her.
Blitzø, never one to let an awkward silence stay silent, turned to his daughter. “Loonie, you’re dating a Sin! ”
Loona, on the other hand, simply whimpered and wilted under all the attention now from her dad and every Goetia staring at her.
“I’m so proud of you Loonie,” Blitzø chirped happily, a dopey ass grin on his face. “That’s my girl, going for the best, just like she deserves!”
“Mmm, only the best for my Sour Cream,” Bee said, flying back to her seat, wishing she could scoop up Loona and bring her over to her side but that would be too much for Satan to accept. Only Luci could help her get away with it and he wasn’t present. “Well, our Sour Cream.” Bee corrected herself, thinking of Tex before shaking her head. “And your Sour Cre-I mean, your Loona too, Blitzø.” She flashed him a smile before glaring at Satan. “Why, exactly, is he here? What could have he done to make all of this needed and who’s the genius behind all of this?”
Satan snorted at her, huffy that she was stealing his thunder but fuck him; someone was messing with her Loona and her family and she needed to know who to kill. Preferably slowly and painfully.
“As told by Marquis Andrealphus here,” Satan summoned the icy blue peacock Goetia, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. “That imp there stole an important ancient goetian relic and plotted to kill a member of the Ars Goetia, the respectable Prince Stolas.” He sneered, slamming his fist into his armrest. “How does the imp plead?”
“Not guilty, your honourable Wrath sir!” Blitzø stammered with Bee snorting loudly.
“That’s total bullshit, Satan,” Bee said, ignoring his glare.
“And how exactly do you know this, Beelzebub?” Satan said, blowing hot air at her.
“Because I’ve heard him warbling on and on about how he was looking forwards to fucking Stolas,” Bee sniped back. “Been there enough times in the morning myself to hear him do this silly little song about how much he was looking to fuck the Prince’s brains out.”
“Objection!” The peacock shouted before realizing who he was shouting at and started to act way more respectable. “Your gluttonous majesty, my dear brother in-law has been brutally violated and robbed by this hideous creature, with the plot of ending his life as well! On his behalf, and my extremely attractive sister, we need proof!”
Bee snarled, too angry to be disgusted by the incest comment, her fingers digging into the infernal wooden table. “I’ve got tons of proof of me and our boyfriend sleeping in Loona’s bed with Blitzø unaware we were there,” Bee glared at the middle demon, standing up with her hands on her hips. “In fact, I can prove I was there this very morning! I-” Bee stopped herself just before she pulled off her pants, face slightly red before coughing into her hands. “Um, Satan, to present this evidence, I would humbly request the blinds be lowered in all the observation decks.”
Satan tilted his head, clearly weighing the pros and cons in his head before he looked at Ozzie, who was simply grinning from ear to ear before he nodded his head. “I will allow this, but the court will keep recorded copies of all the evidence you’ve got on yourself.”
Bee nodded her head, watching all the magical enhanced curtains slide down, with the goetias grumbling as they couldn’t see what she was about to do. Giving Loona the most apologetic look she could, with her girlfriend groaning and holding her face in her hands before she started to lower her pants down. “I also have recordings too, of all the times,” she said, her cheeks growing redder as Loona let out another whine of embarrassment, Millie and Fatty rubbing her back and shaking his head while Blitzø was still beaming with pride at his daughter.
“Oh, by the way, Beelzebub?” Blitzø said, just as she started to stand up. “You break my daughter’s heart and I remove yours.”
“Your honour, this imp just threatened one of the Deadly Sins!” Shitty sisterfucker squawked, shaking his hands. “It is only fitting to put him and his entire group of miscreants down this instant! ”
“You idiot,” Satan chuckled as Bee started to unbutton her jacket, too busy to remove his head for threatening to kill her Loona. “I heard nothing of the sort; just a father being protective of his daughter. I know all kinds of wrath, Andrealphus. It is my speciality, after all.” He chuckled before looking at her, with Bee letting out a sigh as her fingers lingered around her bra. “Asmodeus, as the expert in these sorts of matters, I trust you can do this examination.”
“Oh with pleasure, Satan,” Ozzie chuckled as Bee felt all the smugness from all the Sins around her, Belle included. Bitch was just pretending to be asleep.
Welp, she could deal with some humiliation-she zapped Mam’s phone so the fucker couldn’t record of this- if it meant saving Loona’s dad. Shooting more apologetic looks at Loona, Bee prepared to show all the marks Loona left on her.
“Are we done,” Bee asked, wings buzzing angrily, arms covering every private part of herself she could. Turns out, yes she could expose herself to save Loona and her family but having her Sins chuckle and gawk at her body, not so much, especially not with the catty comments. “Can I get dressed now?” Bee asked, tail snapping angrily behind her.
“Are you satisfied with the evidence to give us your judgment, Asmodeus?” Satan asked, grinning from ear to ear. Well, at least she could write off Satan being pissy at her. He’d likely call this as them being even. Whatever, she could deal with being with teased; wouldn’t take long before someone else fucked up worse than her.
“Oh yes, Bee-Bee has given me plenty to work with,” Ozzie clapped his hands, rubbing them together before looking at Loona. “And I must say, I tip my hat off to you, Miss Buckzo; there aren’t many that could leave their mark on a Sin and yet, you’ve left quite a number on our dear Bee here.” Ozzie chuckled, giddy as a slut for her first fuck, slapping her sore ass as Bee worked to pull her pants back up and put her bra back on at the same time, shooting the rooster a deadly glare. “From my examination, Bee here had deeply passionate but careful love making with Miss Buckzo, with the bite mark on her right butt cheek taking place at eight PM, last night and the bites on her breasts at nine PM, with some additional chewing around eleven o’clock. Those were the major love bites left on our dear Beelzebub here that I observed and recorded.” Ozzie said, shaking his phone with a massive shit eating grin.
“And that nasty bite on her other cheek?” Satan chuckled as Bee slided her jacket back on and gingerly sat back down.
“Oh, that was no love mark,” Ozzie scoffed as he sat back down. “It was more of a…” He titled his head, squinting at Loona as he rubbed his chin. “I’d say a sleep deprived, half aware attempt to prevent Bee from leaving her bed at roughly seven fifty this morning with perhaps two attempts to drag her back into bed for more cuddling.”
“Fuck,” Bee blinked. “You’re good.”
“Bitch, I know all about Lust and its many forms, including the Lust for one’s partner not to leave the bedroom,” Ozzie scoffed at her, rolling his eyes. “And if you want, I got some cream back home that could help with the soreness.”
Snorting, she nodded her head at that, thanking him with a faint blush on her cheeks.
“Your honours, your Sinfullnesses,” the peacock squawked again, Bee’s good mood instantly ruined. “While we do have ample proof that Bee here-”
“Watch it,” she growled. “That’s for my friends and fellow Sins alone, not a marquis like you.”
“The court will remind Andrealphus here to show proper respect to his betters, less we find him in contempt," Satan rumbled with the peacock smoothing his feathers.
“My apologies, your Sinfulness, oh mighty and Deadly Queen Beelzebub,” he bowed, taking it like a good bottom bitch. “What I merely wished to bring up is that it is well known that her Gluttonous Queen is known to have two paramours, just not…” He paused,looking at Loona, clearly working to choose his words carefully. “Miss Buckzo here. We will need proof that she was indeed with her, to…to …” He trailed off, clearly desperate for the right words that wouldn’t see him smeared into paste.
“Collaborate her case of being in the Buckzo apartment, setting the precedent of Beelzebub overhearing Mr Buckzø preparing and celebrating his time with Prince Stolas?” Ozzie offered to the demon.
“Yes, exactly!” he said, latching desperately before realizing what he agreed to. “Wait, no, I meant-”
“Silence, or I will silence you myself,” Satan said with the blinds being lifted from the observation decks. “Miss Buckzo, care to open your mouth so our expert here can judge if the teeth match?”
With a blush as Ozzie appeared by her side, Loona opened her mouth as Ozzie began to putter away, tilting his head and muttering while floating some measuring tapes before he paused, taking some tweezers out from the air and began pulling something out of Loona’s mouth.
Holding up the yellow strands of fur from Loona’s mouth for everyone to see, Ozzie simply smirked. “I think that’s all the proof we need.”
“Didn’t you brush your teeth?” Fatty asked, tilting his head.
“Fuck off, Fatty,” Loona barked, face red, whining. “I forgot to floss, sue me.”
“Well girl,” Ozzie held out a small pack to her with a grin plastered across his faces. “You’ll need this in the future, a life saver to get fur out between your teeth.”
Loona whined in embarrassment, sliding the pack into her back pocket.
“Wait, wait, wait, hold a fucking second Loonie,” Blitzø held up hands, drawing all eyes to him. “Just how often do you have your boyfriend and girlfriend come over?”
“Whoa, whoa, I ain’t on trial here, I don’t got to answer shit!” Loona barked in utter panic, looking for an escape route.
“Actually, you are and you do,” Satan rumbled with laughter, leaning forwards now. “Please, do recall you are under oath here.”
Loona looked at her dad, who was staring at her and waiting for an answer that Bee knew he was going to hate. Loona glanced at her for help but Bee simply held her hands up, telling her she was on her own. With a sigh, Loona lowered her head and started to answer. “Like, twice or three times a week,” she muttered. “Sometimes more because…Satan, can you please kill me? Like pretty please?”
“You will answer the question, Miss Buckzo,” Satan said, the asshole clearly enjoying this. “Besides, you were the one to offer more than what was needed. Keep it in mind for the future, miss Buckzo.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” Loona swore before looking away from Blitzø. “Fuck, okay, sometimes more because I find it really hot to know there’s a chance we could get caught and it really turns me on, okay?”
“Hmmm,” Ozzie rubbed his chin. “Girl, if you want to talk with Uncle Ozzie later, I can help you get all the stuff you need to explore the more freaky sides you, Bee and your boyfriend are unlocking in each other. Your dad has my number.”
“As amusing as all this is,” Satan held up a hand to silence the conjoined groan from Bee and Loona. “We need to return to the matter at hand. Beelzebub, you mentioned you taped your moments of intimacy with Miss Buckzo?”
“And our boyfriend, yes,” Bee nodded her head before looking at the peacock who was again, trying to blend into the background and failing. “We would like to know when this alleged murder plot took place; we’ve got a lot of days recorded and we talked the shit before, during and afterwards.”
“Also, shouldn’t we get Stolas here, along with the rest of the family?” Ozzie asked, leaning over the desk. “This has all the markings of some shitty family bullshit, you know what I mean Satan?”
“Mmm, yes, wouldn’t be the first time that some Goetia tried to outsmart me in court,” the Sin of Wrath muttered to himself.
“That’s a good thing, your majesties,” a red parrot Goetia said, walking to the front of his balcony. “Because I already sent for Stolas and his lovely daughter to be brought over here. And that ugly hag of a wife Stella followed too.”
“Ugly?” a shrill voice snapped out, a peahen stormed out of the side entrance. “I’ll show you ugly, Vassago!”
“Oh Stella, control yourself,” Stolas snarked, stepping out of the other side entrance with Via in tow. “Show some decorum for once in your life.”
“Says the Goetia who fucked an imp in our goddamn bed in front of everyone!” She shrieked before moving to lunge at him, with Satan’s goons holding her back. Notably, Stolas had moved Via behind him, not something most Goetias would do.
“Stella, first off, it was not in front of anyone as not even you returned to our bedroom that night. Secondly, just a few of your sycophants were even there when he fell on your cake.” Stolas said with his ex-wife or soon to be ex-wife, Bee wasn’t sure, sputtering angrily. "Thirdly, I'm hardly the only one to engage in such activities with such attractive but emotionally stunted and cruel demons."
"Oh, not this shit again," Blitzø grumbled into his hands, embarrassment radiating off of him.
Andrealphus chose this moment to jump in. "My Wrathfulness, it is clear that my brother-in-law is still too entangled with this disgusting lesser born demon to offer clear and unbiased testimony. Please, on his behalf, may I continue to defend him?"
Satan simply roared with laughter at the naked attempt, shaking his head in the negative after he got control of himself. "I know I warned you against showing disrespect towards the court, but that joke was simply too good for me to hold it against you." Flicking his eyes towards Stolas, he lowered his head slightly. "Were you informed of the matters at hand before being summoned here?"
"No, your dreadful majesty," Stolas bowed properly. "Just that a trial on my behalf was taking place and I should be here to give my side of events."
"That's correct, and it was argued against initially by your brother-in-law there," Satan said. "Among the many crimes leveled against the imp there, the two major crimes we are dealing with is him acquiring a Goetia relic through illegal means to conduct business in the mortal plane and the attempted assassination of yourself on multiple occasions. "
Stolas started hooting in laughter, a hand over his beak but it barely kept it back. With multiple attempts to apologize before breaking out in more giggles, Stolas shook his head. "The imp may have broken my heart, but he never actually tried to kill me. The mere idea is as preposterous as..." Stolas shook his head, failing to come up with anything.
"We have a witness that claims otherwise, that he was hired by the imp to slay you," Satan said as some tall Wrathian imp was lifted into sight on a witness platform. But before anyone could speak, with the cowboy looking like he was about to shit a brick, Stolas frowned and stepped closer.
"Wait, you're that sexy cowboy that kidnapped me, threatened my daughter, tried to play off shitty foreplay as attempts to torture me before trying to kill me.”
"It wasn't fucking foreplay, you sick freaks!" The cowboy snapped before his eyes went wide. "I mean, er..."
"And there was the other time, at the harvest festival, right Blitzø?"
"Those were the times he went after you, yeah," the imp said, nodding his head. "There was the time he tried to kill me and Fiz, after he kidnapped us for your dad Mox."
"Wait a fucking second, THAT'S where I recognize you, you mother fucking bastard!" Ozzie roared, fire running down his body with the cowboy wilting.
Mam started to laugh only for Ozzie to wheel around and glare at him. "The fuckers were going to kill him and mount his head while he was still working for you!"
That got Mam's attention, the Sin joining the angry glares at the cowboy from the rest of the Sins.
"Now Striker," Satan was looking down right murderous, smoke escaping his jaws. "Can you tell the court anything that would convince me to sentence you to hard labour instead of just taking your head?"
Striker took a deep gulp before he straightened his hat and fixed his ascot looking thing. "I'm willing to not only identify who hired me for the attempts on Stolas's life, supplied me with the angelic weaponry, but also give you my contact in my normal supplier in angelic firepower and name all of my previous clients, to whom several, your majesty," Striker bowed, holding his hat to his chest. "Are in this very courtroom." Standing upright with his head still held low, the cowboy used some more dramatic flair. "Would that be sufficient enough for me to continue on living?”
“If your information proves truthful, the court will be willing to take it into consideration,” Satan rumbled before snapping his fingers. “Needless to say, none are permitted to leave, less they’ve got a guilty conscience or my direct permission.” He then leaned in and huffed air into the cowboy’s face. “Now talk.”
“Very well,” he said before lifting a hand at the peafowls, pointing straight at the duo. “I was hired by Stella there to kill her husband during the Harvest Moon festival using that imp’s family as my cover so Blitzo and his team would be blamed for the death of Stolas,” he said with Stella beginning to turn all kinds of different colours while her brother looked like he ate something truly horrible. “She then hired me again, even though I was still on the job so thank you for the double paycheck ma’am,” he tipped his hat at her, causing the peahen to sputter in fury while Andrealphus sighed into his hand. “To kidnap, torture and then kill her husband.”
“Which you were only able to do one of those three things correctly,” Satan quipped with Striker hissing angrily before calming himself.
“Yes, your honour,” he said before tilting his head at Andrealphus. “No doubt after hearing all of this from his sister, he then hired me to lie on the stand and say that I was hired by Blitzo here to try and kill Stolas in some asinine plot. He also paid in full, like his sister.”
“Your honour, I can explain,” Andrealphus said with wide eyes. “My sister stole my identity, and made those charges to Striker, only telling me mere moments before all of this began of her insidious plot. But as she is my only family left, I felt the need to shoulder the weight for all of her crimes and it is my only regret that I did not come to you as soon as I learned the truth of all of this!”
“You lying little shit fucker!” Stella shrieked, clawing at him and his outfit. “It was your plan that we hire that shitty assassin to start this trial, kill that imp and get all of my former husband’s wealth and power! ”
“Stella, you stupid cow, shut up and admit your faults and stop trying to bring me down with you!” Andrealphus screeched back, fighting back in a pure childish manner as more than bare basic magic was curtailed in the courthouse to prevent full on battles from breaking out.
“ENOUGH!” Satan thundered, eyes narrowed as he stood tall. “You are Goetias, not children.” He snarled before he let out a snort, shaking his head. “Stella, there are multiple charges leveled against you, but I am willing to believe most can be laid at your brother’s feet as I do not believe you are smart enough to plan any of this, with your brother being the mastermind here.”
“WHAT?!” Stella shrieked louder than her brother. “Are you calling me fucking stupid?! I’ll have you know I hired that shitty bastard to kill that imp dick sucking bastard, twice! I even got him the damn rifle he needed to do the fucking job and he lost it. Then I had to get the damned chains and other things he needed to kill the bastard, but he was the one that stopped me because he wanted to have Stolas’s power and he couldn’t do that with the brat alive!”
“STELLA for once in your useless life, shut the FUCK up!” Andrealphus snarled, shaking her shoulders. “All you have is your fucking looks, NOTHING else so stop trying to be clever because you are like Satan said, dumber than a sack of inbred Hellhounds and imps! ”
“SILENCE!!!” Satan was very angry now; he hated when demons tried to put words in his mouth; fuck, he might actually shift his full form and the pit he was hovering over was not big enough for him! Manacles grabbed the duo and shoved them to the ground. “BOTH OF YOU ARE IDIOTS AND BUFFOONS AND IT IS ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE GOETIAS THAT I DO NOT SNUFF YOUR LIVES OUT NOW!!!” With lava hitting the roof and crashing back down, Satan stalked over to the two of them, barely holding back his fury and rage. “I THINK A HUNDRED YEARS BEHIND BARS BEFORE I TAKE YOUR HEADS IS A SUITABLE PUNISHMENT!!! ”
“Actually Satan, I’ve got another idea,” Bee said, flying by his side, a wide grin on her face. “I’ve spent some time incognito with my boyfriend and girlfriend, gave me some new perspectives and outlooks on life. I think it did me a lot of good. Perhaps a hundred years of community service; working minimum wage jobs could give them the needed experience to become better demons and improve on themselves,” Bee grinned as they both paled and looked utterly terrified, both began to babble and plead for anything else but that. But as they both had no brains between them as Satan was grinning devilishly now.
“Bee, that sounds marvelously, simply a perfect idea,” Satan rumbled in good nature now, both peafowls squawking, begging now with all their prissy and snobbish gone as they whimpered in front of everyone, ruining any status they might have had. “First thing first, Octavia, step forwards,” Satan boomed, making the cute little owlette jump and look scared. Oh yeah, she was there too. Nearly forgot with Sour Cream and the squawkers. The owlette seemed to take two steps back instead of forward. Right into her father who placed his hands gently on her shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile as she turned to look at him. Aww... She knew there was a reason she liked him out of the other birds, cheating aside. Then again with that bitch of a wife, she couldn't blame him. Oh, Satan is getting impatient. With a small push from her father, the young owl was standing forward as Satan ordered.
“As you are the only being left in Hell with any of his blood in your veins, I do hereby transfer all of Andrealphus’s duties, wealth and power unto you, bestowing upon you the rank of Marquis,” Satan said as the Seven Rings of Power began to levitate around the now absolutely panicking demon, his squawking as all of the Sins power coursed through him and pulled out everything special about him before he crashed into the ground, his crown rolling off to the side. The infernal magic floated in Satan’s hand before he gestured to her and held the magic to her in his massive hand. Octavia hesitated for a moment before she understood his silent command and knelt down before him as Satan began to push the power into her body. “Do you accept these charges, duties and responsibilities and swear to hold up the nobility of your new rank so long as you live?”
“I do, oh mighty dragon of Wrath,” she swore, still looking at the ground, clearly fighting the urge to tremble before the demon nobility as Satan grumbled in approval.
“Do any of the Goetias, from Marquee to King, object to this demon’s promotion?” He asked, looking around for anyone bold enough to speak out against him elevating one lower than a President to such a rank. Thankfully, no one was stupid enough to speak out and then Satan turned to face them, seeking for any of the Sins to speak out against this. Bee and Ozzie were on her side, Belle was asleep but she gave her consent and approval. Levy was in unison with herself, and Mam didn’t see any profit in being a douche and going against the unanimity of Hell and what Satan clearly wanted. “Then as the law of Hell, I do dub thee Marquis Octavia, marquees of Hell and commander of thirty legions of Hell.” Octavia now stood, her beanie crown glowing with power. “Now before I send you off, you will need a tutor in your new standings.” He peered around the courtroom before settling on the red bird that spoke up before. “Prince Vassago, are you willing to take her under your wings and teach all that she will need to know?”
The Prince bowed before the court, holding his head low. “My mighty and Deadly Wrathful liege, I shall gladly do so if only I am allowed to bring her to visit her papa,” Vassago, already proving himself to be a true gem among the nobles, looked without fear into Satan’s eyes with the dragon chortling in amusement.
“A fine condition, one that I can easily accept,” Satan said as he leaned back in his throne. “Now shall we go-”
“Wait,” the stupid peacock weakly cried out as Satan’s minions were dragging him and his sister away. “What of my rank, what will happen once I prove I am worthy once more?”
“If, and that is a mighty fine if, you somehow prove to myself and convince us that you have redeemed yourself, you will be permitted to serve as an understudy to the lowest of the Presidents, offering advice only when asked with either daily or weekly meetings with your parole officer.” He sneered at the two of them, weak and powerless. “To be honest, I doubt either of you will last a year; perhaps five before you annoy some imp or hellhound enough to slay you or pay off my guards to make your deaths a prolonged and messy affair. Now begone, for we’ve got other matters to attend to.”
WIth that, the birds were dragged away, looking like the pieces of shit they were.
“Now to the matter of the goetian relic,” Satan said but Ozzie coughed and cleared his throat. “Yes?” He drawled out, clearly annoyed.
“My man, it pains me to admit this, but I did play some part in all of this,” Ozzie said as he began to walk around now with Bee wondering what the fuck he was going on about. “Almost a year ago, Stolas came to me about this little project that he and his imp associate were cooking up that I had inquired him to keep his ears open for. As Blitzø has proven himself quite the impressive killer already in Hell, that once he wished to start his assassin agency, I gave Stolas my permission to lend his grimoire to the imp on a few trial runs, easy jobs here and there to make sure it worked.” He paused for a moment, flashing an apologetic look towards the Sin of Wrath, holding out his hands to show deference to him. “Granted, there were a few growing pains, a minor hiccup or two but the Immediate Murder Professionals proved themselves to be quite professional. And after proving themselves quite trustworthy with the book, I then moved to the second phase of my plan and made their agency official by presenting Mr Buckzo one of my crystals with the book returned back to Stolas where it was kept safe and secured.”
“To what end Asmodeus?” Satan snarled out.
“Why, Satan honey, it was meant to be your Sinsmis gift,” Ozzie, that clever fucking bastard, had Satan eating out of his hand, with the dragon blinking in clear surprise. “How else to show off the might of Wrath in these fine little imps that took on your brutal and magnificent spectacle of lethal force but to present the very best of them, the ones that took it upon themselves to show how ruthless your creations could be.” Holy shit, Ozzie was all but sucking him off right now and Satan had no idea how much bullshit he was being fed. “The paperwork to transfer I.M.P and their track records, for your perusal.” Ozzie actually pulled the paperwork out from his jacket and gave them to Satan; how the fuck did he have all that ready for him?
Satan took the papers delicately between his fingers, muttering to himself and nodding his head. “Good, very good,” Satan was emitting good vibes while Stolas and Blitzø were clearly dumbfounded by a Sin personally covering for them but thankfully, neither looked stupid enough to ruin the story. “Though a couple of matters come to my mind, Mister Buckzo. If you would care to answer them?”
“Uhh, of course, your..dragon sir,” Blitzø stammered.
“I heard reports you destroyed your office when my officers came to collect you?”
Blitzø coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, when you’ve got people screaming for your head, dragon sir, you kinda panic a bit,” Blitzø answered in a nervous chuckle.
“Understandable, if not regrettable,” Satan snorted, nodding his head. “I will send some of my agents to assess the damage and see what needs to be replaced to restore your office.”
“Thank you, sir,” Blitzø bowed his head low, smacking into the podium. “Is that all?” He asked before anyone could even think to check on him
“I noticed a dip in the last month in your performance; is that when you and Prince Stolas had your disagreements in your personal affairs?”
“You could say that, your majesty,” Stolas hooted nervously, rooted in the spot in fear.
“That will not do,” Satan stated, shaking his head. “You two will be assigned couple’s counseling to address this issue so that my new assassins can perform back to their normal standards.”
Both Stolas and Blitzø looked very surprised by this and before either of them could fuck it up, Fatty let out a loud sigh. “Thank you Satan,” he said, rubbing his face. “Satan knows they could use it.” He blinked and gulped as he realized he just invoked Satan's own name in front of him.
“So Satan,” Millie drew attention to herself. “Are we good to go?”
“Just wait outside, someone will be with you to arrange your boss and Prince’s future couple’s meeting,” Satan nodded his head. “Unless you wish to ask me anything else?” He snorted, tilting his head.
“...can I get a selfie?” Millie asked, with Bee biting back a bark of laughter at her boldness. “Mah family will never believe me otherwise.”
Satan, snorting in good humour, flew over and extended his hand. “For one of my most deadly killers, if these records can be believed, I see no issue in that.” Hopping onto his hand, the little imp took her phone out and after a little back and forth with Satan, she took her photo with the dragon actually cooperating with her.
“Thanks Satan,” Millie flashed him a smile before bounding down next to her wide eyed husband, mouth hanging low. “Come on Mox, let’s go, I feel really frisky for some reason and I wanna grill Loona what’s it like dating a Sin.”
“Can we not,” Loona huffed as she was looking everywhere but her-
Shit .
Flying as fast as she could, Bee practically grabbed her girlfriend and took out of the courtroom, holding her close. “Loona, sweety, honey, love I am so very sorry for everything I had no idea about this I don’t think Tammy knew but if she did I fucking swear she is going to be a stain but please you gotta believe me I had no idea that this trial was about your-”
Lips.
There were lips pressed against hers, hands pulling her close, supporting her back and shoulders. Bee leaned into the kiss, wings buzzing behind her before she realized Loona was kissing her.
“Bee, breathe,” the hellhound barked at her. “Of course I know you had no idea about this, there’s no way you’d let me leave your house if you knew that this was coming.” She then snorted and rolled her eyes. “Plus, you can kinda nearly tore into Satan at the start of the trial.”
“Oh shit, I did do that,” Bee winced, feeling very embarrassed. “Fuuuck, I took off my clothes in front of everyone; I swore I wasn’t going to do that again!” Bee threw her head back, face heating up as the memories came racing back.
“Hey, how do you think I feel?” Loona shot back. “I had to admit in front of my dad and Fatty there that I find the risk of getting caught a turn on, that we tape ourselves having sex because again, that’s another turn for me.” Loona then grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. “Bee, I had your ass fur pulled out of my mouth in front of everyone.”
“I think there’s only one solution for us.” Bee said.
“Hide at the backup place?” Loona asked with Bee nodding at her girl, they were on the same page. “See you guys later. Going to go hide forever now.”
With that, Bee created a portal and pulled Loona through it just as Blitzø, Stolas, Octavia and Vassago stepped out of the courtroom.
Tex let out a sigh as he wiggled back into his recliner, grabbing his book again. It was rare he got full days off from being Verosika’s bodyguard and he aimed to enjoy them as best as he could.
He had cleaned his entire apartment from top to bottom, washed all of his dirty clothes, sorted his girlfriends’ clothes, folded and placed them away neatly in the drawers in his dresser he gave over to them, made himself lunch and started to reread this book he had finished ages ago that he had forgot most of the beats to, so it was like reading it for the first time.
The only downside was that neither of his girlfriends were available; Bee made sense considering she was at court but Loona rarely had her phone off unless she was topside. But hey, he could also do with some me time.
Reaching over for a can of beer, he was about to open it when his front began to swing open and both of his favourite girls walked in, Loona kicking his door closed behind him.
“Hey,” he said, getting to his feet immediately at seeing their drawn faces. “Is everything okay?”
“Nope,” Loona said as walked straight to his bedroom.
“Wait, what happened?” Tex called out to her but Bee placed several hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t ask that, or anything,” she told him. “We’re just going to go hide under your blankets forever or at least until Blitzø tracks us down here.”
“Uh, come agia-” Tex started to ask before Loona leaned out of his bedroom door.
“Tex, we’ve got ten, maybe twenty minutes before my dad figures out where we are, and I wanna hide under the blankets until then. Bee is with me. Are you in or out?” She asked before diving onto his nicely made bed, rolling around in his blankets before submerging herself under it, lifting it high enough for Bee to shimmy herself under it, scrunching herself under the duvet so her entire body was hidden. All he could see of his girls were their big eyes, staring at him, waiting for him to make a move.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Tex simply walked towards his bed and joined the duo under the sheets, fully aware that his peaceful day off was going to end in a lot of screaming and swearing. Might as well get a cuddle in before everything went to shit.