Another Bitch Pussy Added
With the sandwich ingredients I'd whipped up plenty of that morning in hand, I was walking toward the werewolf district when I suddenly sensed presences around me.
I knew the slums had shitty security, but I hadn't expected the werewolf gang's boss to greenlight jumping a certified vendor like me.
What the hell do I do?
If I fucked up, I could end up shot full of holes and rolling in the gutter as a corpse.
Maybe I should just hand over my cash and beg for my life.
I was still mulling that over when the sources of those creepy vibes started closing in on me.
"You the imp selling sandwiches to those dog bastards? Boss wants to see you."
A fedora pulled low, a long trench coat. Red eyes gleamed from under the brim, and long fangs peeked out, impossible to hide even under the collar.
I knew exactly who these fuckers were.
Vampire
Mafia gang made up of bloodkin. Famous for smuggling, bootlegging, kidnapping, and murder.
Bad blood with werewolves. Yes, you're fucked!
The codex was kindly informing me I was fucked. Thanks a bunch, buddy. Really touching.
"Come quietly and you won't get hurt. But the boss said she doesn't mind chopping off a limb or two if you resist. Don't want those stubby legs getting even shorter? Just come along."
"What... what do you want with me...?"
"What we want? Hell if I know. Just know the boss is pissed at you."
What the fuck did I do!?
Was selling sandwiches to werewolves the problem?
I knew better than to try judging a crime syndicate's mindset with normal logic, but come on—there had to be limits!
"Good, looks like you've decided against resisting. Smart choice."
"Ugh..."
Before I knew it, I was surrounded by vampire mafia goons.
Was I about to get dragged to some abandoned factory and drained dry? That sounded like a horrific way to go.
"Brother! Something's coming from over there... whoa!"
Screeech—BAM!
A red sedan gunned it, slamming into the vampires boxing me in and sending them flying.
I stared blankly as they soared several meters, then the car door flew open.
"No time to explain! Get in!"
"Wha—?"
The driver was a vampire too—a woman in sunglasses, her face urgent.
Could I... really get in? But this was straight out of a cliché; you always get in the car.
I knew getting nabbed by these guys meant bad shit, so I threw myself in without a choice.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Target secured."
"Huh?"
Suddenly, someone popped up from behind the passenger seat and tied me to it with rope.
I couldn't budge an inch.
"Men always love this shit, huh? Gotcha!"
"U-um, excuse me...?"
"This'll do to drag you to the boss. The boys okay?"
"Probably just need three days in the hospital. Feed 'em some 20-year-old virgin blood as tonic."
"Wait, is this a joke? I... I'm not really into this kinda thing."
Hold up, this ain't right!
"Playing into fantasies like this...! It's an assault on the social order!"
"We kidnap people and carve 'em up alive for fun?"
"Uh..."
"Relax, relax. Boss didn't say to kill you. Better shut up and come quietly."
But I couldn't hold back my curiosity. I knew speaking up just made things worse for me, but...
"One thing I'm wondering... Why the theatrics? Couldn't those guys just grab me from the start?"
"'Cause you could fly off with those wings."
"Oh, right... forgot I had wings."
I hadn't even considered it since I had no enemies before. Wings—yeah, duh.
I wanted to facepalm, but I was tied down. Pathetic.
And that's how I ended up dragged to some deserted abandoned factory.
Bloody torture tools caught my eye. Looked freshly used—the blood was still soft, not clotted.
"Ahem."
Someone approached me, humming and heels clicking.
"Little lambs grazing in the meadow~ With faces bright as the sun~"
"Eek!"
"Long time no see, sweetie!"
There she was: the boss of the vampire mafia.
A woman. Was this world big on female superiority or something?
As that dumb thought crossed my mind, she tossed off her fedora, revealing her face.
"What? Heard it was a guy, but it's a chick?"
My breath caught.
Her skin was flawless white marble soaked in moonlight—smooth, perfect.
People always describe vampire skin as pallid and lifeless? Not her.
Hers gleamed with a cool, noble luster, shining under lights or in shadows alike. Her eyes were the killer: long, slanted, lazy and elegant, but flecked with subtle ruby red.
Long story short?
She's gorgeous.
Beauty on par with Rasca Slovenia. If she was wild, this one was bewitching.
"I'm Morgana Bloodveil. What's your name, cutie?"
"I-I'm... Asmodeus."
"No family name? I heard imps sell their titles if the price is right. That true?"
I cleared up the misunderstanding.
"N-no... I don't have one. Grew up in an orphanage."
"Oh? Almost misjudged you there."
She'd just been fiddling with a big wrench. One wrong word and I'd be missing nails...
Cold sweat dripped. One slip and I'd lose a body part.
"You're scared stiff, huh? Am I that frightening?"
"Uh? Can I be honest? Yeah, terrifying."
"Ahem, love the honesty. Yep, I'm scary as hell. If I wanted, I could chop you up and dump you in concrete."
Why was someone like her messing with me?
"Think you've got the wrong idea... I haven't done anything to you guys!"
"True, you're innocent. Just need to ask you some things and have you do a little job."
Made sense—easier to extract info this way.
"You've been dealing with those werewolf scum, right? Sandwiches."
"My sandwiches are delicious..."
"Yeah, special sandwiches. Wolves go nuts for 'em... What'd you do to them?"
I hadn't done jack. Sure, Rasca's special ones had a dash of aphrodisiac, but the popularity was pure flavor.
"Secret's just fresh ingredients... If that's what you want, I'll give you the full recipe."
"Hmmm~ They do look tasty, but not interested right now."
Then why drag me here?
"You need to join our side."
"Uh... I wouldn't be much use in the mafia."
"Pfft! You think I'd turn you bloodkin? Dream big. Nah, just errands. Don't worry~ No pain involved."
This bitch had a way of pissing people off.
Mafia boss or not, this was too much. What did she think I was, trash?
Fuck it, maybe just fuck her brains out like Rasca?
I had the power, sure. But only one body. Training two at once? No dice.
Not till I'd fully broken Rasca.
"Just hang in the werewolf district and feed me info. Even trivial shit... Like what Rasca's eating for dinner. Her favorite foods."
She was plotting against Rasca. Wanted me as a spy.
"You know you can't refuse, right?"
"...Yeah."
"quick on the uptake. Do well and there'll be rewards."
She clearly saw me as some weak imp.
Never guessed incubus. Rare species and all.
She's letting her guard down.
Time to show her body what that costs.
Can now invade Morgana Bloodveil's dreams at any time.
She'd pay for fucking with me. Someday...!