"If He Unsubscribes From Our OnlySins He Did It At The WRONG Time! I Just Bought Us Matching Butt Plugs!"

"If he unsubscribes from our OnlySins he did it at the WRONG time! I just bought us matching butt plugs!"

She felt terrible for scaring the woman so badly but she has seen what lengths those ‘pushy guys’ will go if not dealt with immediately.

“Your name is pretty. It suits you.” Cindy replied with a small smile, not moving from her position just yet

“You are the first one to ask that question correctly.” Cindy sighed, head lightly hitting the lamppost as she looked up to the now standing catlike woman

“It is a long story, the short version is that I'm a cosmic entity and have no ties to Hell nor Heaven.” saying out loud...was laughable, expect Summer had seen her do something out of this world so easily

“If you would like to hear the long story, spend the rest of your day without creeps, I would gladly accompany you. And pay for your time of course. I know this realm uses souls as a currency and there's an arena for fights in almost every corner. Just say how much you would like.” she wasn't joking the slightest, Cindy didn't care if she paid for company, at least the woman would be safe from harm while with her. Even though, the ‘soul currency’ left a ghost of a laugh in her; how...fitting yet terrible name. At least when it came to her.

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Of course the literal Hell wasn’t just sunshine and rainbows. Jade eyes gradually shifted in color as she witnessed a man more and more actively harass a woman who clearly wanted to get away.

Cindy moved swiftly across the street, ignoring the blaring car horns to put herself between the woman and the offender, catching the man’s hand in a surprisingly strong grip.

“Oh really?” she echoed coldly as she was told off because ‘the bitch is clearly playing hard to get’

The same untameable bestial rage swirled within her just like on Earth, her legs shifting into maroon colored swirling fire, flames darker than the Hellfire itself; hand sharpened into claws seamlessly passing through the skin, piercing flesh. The man couldn’t even scream in agony as cosmic fire flooded him from the inside, his own crimson essence of a soul pouring into her as his second life eventually left him.

Good to know she still can do this trick with ordinary people even here. But when Cindy turned to the woman her heart sank to her stomach.

“You don’t have to be.” she sighed, her height returning to normal along with her voice. Still, she had every right to be afraid.

“It’s okay. I will not hurt you.” her voice steady and she took a few steps back to give her space which she clearly needed

She rested her back against a lamppost, slowly sliding down to the ground as well to appear even less threatening.

“I’m Cindy” she offered, a simple conversation might help her get over the shock as she didn’t dare to leave her alone in this state

She eyed her warily, her fur standing on end, an indicator of her current distress. But the woman didn’t seem to want to hurt her either. Although the feline wasn’t entirely sure if she trusted her yet, she did relax. If only slightly.

“….I’m Summer.” She offered, shakily getting to her feet, her eyes never leaving Cindy’s form. The woman didn’t seem like a normal sinner. No…no sinner had that kind of power. Not even one of the Overlords. “What…are you...?” She asked.

Fuck Marry Kill, Valentino, Vox, and Velvet

“From what I've heard...”

“Kill all three of them.”

“What taste I am; what kind of trend is this??”

“Instead: taste me and tell me.”

Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park

“You ain't no tough bitch, you think you're hot shit”

“Damn, you're all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn't have that.

So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.

“When it's down to the wire, no one here can deny that

I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide!”

And of course she wasn't met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn't truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.

The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.

“You ain't no answer, you ain't no savior, you're just a good excuse for bad behavior ”

Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.

“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe

Someone just like me”

Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.

The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.

“Thank you! For attending to... my little warmup!”

                                                      WE WON’T ABIDE BY ANY RULES

W H E N word reaches Mammon about a certain performer he was more than inclined to divulge in deeper to see if they were as good as his sources claimed. He usually didn’t bother with these sort of things, but if there was a way for him to profit off them then who was he to at least not check to see what all the hubbub was all about? If it turned into a dead end then no skin off his bones– He’d just move on to the next bigger thing, the next profit. No harm no foul. If they were actually good, then and only then would he become interested.

D A W N I N G on an ensemble reminiscent of his rocker days (spiked collar included), he makes his way towards where his sources had indicated he’d find them and luckily for him it was right in his ring. Seems he caught her just as she’s about to perform one of her songs. This he’ll have to listen to…

K E E P I N G to the shadows and blending into the dark, Mammon leans back and merely observes for now; fingers idly tapping along to the beat.

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