13 Chapter 13: Soul Mates!!!

A song I highly recommend you listen to while reading this chapter. [Please Don't Go: Jefferson Friedman]...Then play it on Loop.

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[Location: Hell: The Second Ring - Wrath - A Shitty Motel - 24 hours before the concert]

Down in the second wring of hell, also known as the Wrath ring, it was a chucklefuck of a place that will fuck any sinner who isn't tough enough to live there.

The sky is forever Orange and the weather is almost always hellishly hot, 365 days of the year, though that doesn't mean it doesn't rain, it just means that it's rare.

But it seems one of those rare days is almost approaching as dark depressing rain clouds could be seen darting all over the sky.

Wrath is like an old western movie your uncool parents used to watch as kids...or Alabama, you can choose either one as a reference.

But despite the stereotypes about the place it was one of the more important rings considering that it was the wring with the most agriculture, from growing to raising crops and animals to then selling them for profit.

A lot of the rings of hell get their food from wrath.

And in a motel called " A Shitty Motel" two people could be heard arguing.

One was an exceptionally, beautiful Succubus, she was tall...maybe around 5"8, and her skin was flawless Pink, with no wrinkles or marks to be seen.

She had a curvaceous hourglass figure, being more bottom-heavy than top, but that didn't mean her parent's genes skipped out at the top as she had a nice sizable attractive chest.

She also had a long, spade-shaped barbed tail with a black tip, and two black-tipped horns on the top of her head, with a black star on each side, and the left horn slightly bigger than the other.

Her eyes were light pink irises with yellow sclera, a white outline, and a black heart under the corner of her right eye.

Her hair was knee-length and ombre-white coloured with pink undertones from lighter to darker towards the tips, and a darker pink streak across her bangs.

She has a red, heart-shaped tattoo on her right upper arm with Blitzo's name written inside it.

That was the precious name of her boyfriend, someone she thought was her soul mate...emphasis on the thought.

You see their relationship at first was great, she had met him at a bar a few years back and she had seen him go on a rampage after a group of imps started causing trouble for him.

She found the sight hot and wanted to have a potential pleasure-filled night with the imp, but surprisingly as she got to know him the more she liked how he took charge, wasn't afraid to speak his mind and so much more.

Then she decided to give him the offer of being her personal security guard which he had accepted and one thing led to another and they ended up becoming a couple.

They practically did everything together, and the sex was great too...well sometimes, okay 30% of the time...

Blitzo was kind of a selfish lover, not even wanting to go down on her, I mean look at her, any guy would sell their kidneys just to get a small taste of her.

In any case, things were great, my music career was flying off, I was getting gigs left and right, and I even got a tattoo of Blitzo on my arm just to show him how committed I was to what they had, but things wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Recently he had been so distant, he hasn't wanted to spend as much time with me compared to the past and prefers to watch fucked up shows about horses mating or some shit.

They had been fighting more and more, but somehow, they always got rid of all the hate through make-up sex.

But even then, that could only sustain a person for so long.

Even now at this current moment, they were arguing." Satan fucking dammit, Verosika I was watching that, now I'm gonna miss the season finale of the Hell Horses rodeo show."

"Like a care about some fucking shit television program about horses fucking, I told you about my performance tomorrow night, and you actually forgot...why do you think we came to Wrath in the first place."

The imp, Blitzo' shrugged."Who knows, to fuck maybe. What's the problem, it's just a show, stop getting your panties in a bunch."

"Fuck we have no TV now, there goes our deposit...wait I think that cocksucker of a front desk had a TV in his office, I'll just watch from there."

Blitzo was quite tall for his species and sported a harlequin-like aesthetic.

He had crimson skin with white blotches, of various sizes that covered parts of his forearms, chest, and tail, as well as most of the right side of his face...they were burns from hell fire.

He also had black spines on his head and upper back, as well as on his tail, which ended with a triangular point that had a black spot at the tip.

He had fairly broad forearms and hands, pointed feet with boot-like heels, and a long, narrow head, out of which extends large, curved, black-and-white striped horns.

His eyes are red and his sclera are yellow, which are lined with a thick circle of black. He has a heart-shaped skull symbol on the centre of his forehead.

As he stood up he didn't notice the confused almost betrayed look on Veronica's face, instead he quickly put on some pants and walked out slamming the door behind him.

Bang!!!

"Shit, fuuuuuuk...who put those fucking stairs there, your entire family are dicks...and what ate you looking at bitch."

Though not long after he left he fell down the stairs and crashed into a trolley with a baby inside and ended up fighting the pissed of mother.

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Meanwhile, Verosika just stood, there...' How could he say sat, how could he have said it was just another performance.'

Didn't he know, h...he remembered right, he had to..because tomorrow...was the day of their anniversary?

The day they met and the day she found her soul mate...no, don't think like that, Blitzo is many things but he doesn't forget things like this.

He knew how important this anniversary meant to her, hell she'd been reminding him constantly for two months straight, he had to have known...right?

Slowly losing the strength to stand, she fell back onto the floor, her head hitting the back of the sofa on her way down. She cursed and glared at it before ripping the back to shreds with her nails.

Scratch!!...Rip!!...Tear!!

"..."

After letting out some of her frustrations wolverine style, she looked back to the floor and grabbed a bottle of beelzejuice that was in her pink fluffy right coat pocket.

She's been drinking a lot lately, she noticed it a few months ago but she didn't think it was bad, but now it felt like she was drinking almost every day.

The floor felt hard and cold, the alcohol was the only thing that was keeping her warm at that current moment.

Sob!!...sob!!!

"..."

"Why? Why did you have to say that!" A river of tears ran down her cheeks and onto the cold hard floor of the motel.

Verosika took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but the hurt was too deep, it felt like a floodgate finally opening after years of being forced shut.

"I just want the pain to stop. Is that too much to ask?"

"..."

Verosika cried her eyes out for who knows how long before her eyes eventually ran out of tears,

After that, she decided to retire for the night.

Maybe she was overthinking...

Yeah, tomorrow she was going to give the performance of a lifetime, and after Blitzo will surprise her with an anniversary date, just like she had asked...

It was going to happen, he loved her after all, they were soul mates...

Now...and forever...