H(ot)ell Ascension
Part 4


Written by Septia.


“Alright, you horn puppies. I know you're in one of these rooms. Are you gonna make me find you? I'm offering a threesome and it is gonna be hot enough to steam your balls off.” Angel dust waited by the door, folding his pairs of arms in under his chest fluff, then scoffing under his breath. “Fricken unbelievable. Yeah, swear I don't get any respect in this place.” 
	The door flung inwards just as Angel turned, the hell hound's frame filling the threshold, shirt buttons in disarray and tie hanging loose. 
	“Angel dust, pleasure to see you. Sorry about 'bout the mess, didn't think we were that loud…” 
	“Loud?” Angel said, demeanour melting towards humor, “We could hear ya from the reception, wall's in this place are built like crackers for all the structural good they're doin'.” 
	Two worries in one sentence: Angel had heard me, and further more… 'We' had heard you. “That, wasn't my intention-.” 
	“Ah cram it. You think I would' be one to judge, hah. I'm more interested in how you managed to bag maneater-but-in-the-other-hot-way. Where is he?” Angel said and peeked over my left shoulder, then my right. 
	Just as he did my left side distended under a slam of a fist, a bloat contorting the side of my chest in the shape of Alastor's rage. Working with the force I threw myself against the threshold of the door to beat back the bump into my body, adopting an easily pose when Angel's gaze landed back on me. “Ahah, ah. You see the thing is, I still couln', 'bag' him. He jus'… Bailed right when the fun was starting.” 
	“Uugh, Knew it was too good to be true, just like 'em to leave a tall, dark and handsome hun' blue balled, so wait, what was all the commotion about?” 
	Sweat tickled the inside of my ears. “Well, I couldn't just, leave myself hanging.” 
	A smirk crept across Angel's face as his voice softened, “Aww, poor lil' pup left out to dry, if only there was a handsome, voluptuous, eleven outta ten porn star in the vicinity whos ain't afraid to tussle with a wet dog…”  Angel casually stretched his arms behind his head to smoothly land in a promiscuous pose.
	Oh… That was… easier than Expected… Just meant I had to capitalize on the opportunity. “Your room, ten minutes?” I asked. 
	Angel grasped my shoulder. “Your room, now.” 
	Ah… things were going a little too well… 
	“yoU Better not EvEn thinK about conSorting with thAT hUUsSy. You think I cAn not See what yOu are Doing?” Alastor's voice shook through my mind, repressed, muffled, though still a reason to be cautious. 
	Good sign was the fact he could see through my eyes, he wasn't fully absorbed, but he was close -Thhwbgbsh- Another kick, this one straight in my abdomen, core ballooning out in contrived protrudes marked by Alastor's footprint at the front, launching me forwards, straight into Angel Dust's back -Thhwwmp-. “Boohoo, Look a the hell hound who can't eve' keep it in his pants,” Angel Dust said and wrapped his arms over my head. “Ya know, hallways's open for exhibitionism.” 
	““Jus', hard to resist. Who cannot say I haven't thought about how that Fluff really feels?” 
	“Ahah, moohoho. Let's just say,” Angel said caressing down my cheeks, “I do my own stunts.” 
	I sensed a fluster coming on… Sure this was, all part of my plan. And I'd been through more than enough for one day, but… I was about to bring, The, Angel Dust into my room? 
	He slipped through the door as soon as it was parted, – a breeze of lust flushed through the torrid air. And I followed suit, shutting the door with a click -Cccchk-. 
	“So, you wanna-.” 
	“Shush,” Angel dust said with a finger to my lips, “you just focus on letting those doggies loose, and I'll get myself comfortable,” he said turning around, stripping out of his vest to show me the heart patterned streak across his back. He really was a sight to beho-. 
	The slam that came ruptured through my form, rattling my ribs and disturbing my sternum. A sharp protrusion of Alastor's shoulder knocked through my chest, stumbling me off balance, towards my bed. I could regain my composure, but from the corner of my eye I saw Angle turning, I had to lean into it… I leapt the rest of the way, guided the thrust, straight into bed, landing with my side smushed into the mattress, feeling impressions of the demon caricatured under my pectorals, and with a flick hoisted up a corner of the blanket to obscure it. “W-well I was, just thinking. I could get comfortable for you…” My mind kept spinning: 'buy it. Buy it. Buy it. Be ok into it.' 
	Angel paused, brow furrowed. “Hey, hang on…” 
	'Oh no,' I thought. 
	“I see what's goin' on here.” 
	“Oh no no, backup plan, just take him now before-.”
 	Angel dropped his jacket and pants in one motion, his body on display before me. “Gotta admit, didn't take you for a submissive type.” 
	…Relief tied my chest like bondage gear. 'Work with it, work with it.' “Ain't exactly something I bring up.” 
	“Oh ho, but ain't it just so, the big ol' pups,” Angel said, crawling over the bed, stalking towards me like a cheetah, “Just needs a master to give em' some pets.”
	“Well I-.” 
	“Shhs. Babe, you ever saw Revenge of the Power bottoms?” 
	“… Yes.” 
	“Good, 'uz we're about to make the sequel happen,” with that Angel scooched his legs up, crawling until he was looming over me, shadows of his limbs cast down my frame. 
	With a scooch his knees went up to my crotch, and honed on my buckle, and… -Clthg- unbuckled my belt with just his legs, and while cleaving apart my pants and ripping down the underwear he leaned into my embrace, lips silencing my muzzle. One pair of arms wrapped around my head to pry my face into his grasp, another plucking button after button on my shirt, and a third pair massaging my abdomen; Angels's presence was everywhere… 
	“yoU Interrupt this erroneous display This Instant oR I wiLlgngngh-.” Alastor's voice echoed in my head, but his moan matched mine as Angel worked his thighs… My dick cloaked in his hamstrings, engulfing my dick in the spar… With his figure I couldn't grasp it. He had curves, sure, but he was slender like a twig, and despite my dick being half as thick as his thighs, through practised motions and throbbing undulations he cloaked me in a shroud of massages, Angel strumming his hamstrings to work my dick into submission. My cock was pinched taut, braced and erected under his grasp. Any worry that I'd be unable to get it up after just masturbating was thrown out the window, this felt like he was driving acupuncture needles through my skin with not but his legs… Damn. 
	“D-damn… D-do you got the legs or what…?” I wheezed out. 
	“That's what I've been saying. So be a good dog, and lay… me.” He whistled and sunk his tongue past my lips, bouncing his hips against my dick as he stripped me with the precision of a surgeon on the operating table. 
	“Somebody Get th-ThIS tWinK off of mfusf msmee.” Alastor screamed. I felt annoyance swell up inside me. He just wouldn't quit, and I couldn't savour the tools of a hamster of his trade. I felt his struggle come towards my lap. This time I saw it coming. I bucked my hips upwards, up through the embrace of his hips just as Alastor's hit came, and together we hammered my cock up through the legs and into the grasp of Angel's tight ass cheeks. 
	“Mmgnhgshha, oOo. See there's the bad dog I was expecting, doggy wants a treat? How about I treat my ass to your dick?” Angel said in a near manic cackle and spread his cheeks, arching his whole body backwards and plunging his ass down on my lap, plowing me back straight into the bedding and pinning me in place with greater force than the thrust upwards, and in one visceral squelch of wobbling meat -Chhsrllfpltha- My shaft passed into his ass. 
	And I thought his thighs were talented. Every muscle in his rectum clung onto me, vibrating, contracting, milking my dick like the teat of a horny cow. My pupils rolled back, I brought my hind up to match his thrust, but Angel only plonked his rear down harder, pancaking my lap with his mass whilst shedding the last of my clothes and drawing my body in his arms. The tingling sensations stimulated from the merest grace of his fingertips over my coat had my fur stand on end … Was he even touching me? Was this some form of magic? He scooped me up, arms clung around my back as he had me sit up in his rhythmic bounces, smothering my lap and deep-throating my dick with his ass. As he kissed me I couldn't feel what end was which: both pairs of lips practised and moulding my body like playdough in his steaming grasp. As he clung onto me – A harness sculpted of Angel Dust mounted onto my body, caressing along my nerves to send jolts of blooming tension through my limbic system. “Mahf, kind a' mature dog needs hmms, help burying his bone? You come on, fmmsf, you don't know any tricks?” 
	“I will tear-.” 
	“Wha's that?” 
	A twinge of static played through my vocal cords. “Te-Tear into” . 
	“I will tear into you like a crusty cock sleeve.” 
	“Whoosh, big mouth ya got-.” 
	Another stretch, I felt the muscles in my body contort along my side as Alastor's struggles manifested. Once more, I couldn't fight it. I had to play into it, so I shifted over as a knee warped my side, tumbling down to pin Angel over my covers, his thighs latching onto me just in time for my battering ram to drive through him in a thrust that dented his ap around the bulge of my dick down to his trenches. “Mfmms paha hoahs. This mutt fmsm aoo. Oh yeah, knows how to roll over,” he mused between pats, and I came down to match his energy, blending our lips together, rocking my shaft up his caverns as I pumped further, milking my shaft as I put Alastor's struggles to use, his own disdain of this situation aiding me in plowing Angel into the dirt, and his pleads played music between my ears. 
	“S-sahhatptshtrop-,” he wheezed, Alastor draining, but stubborn. But I had him right where I wanted. Time for the radio host, to be a captive audience. 


Half an hour later and the highs kept getting higher. Angel strapped me down onto his ass, massaging me, grinding our bodies together, worked his tongues to carpet me in heat: Angel's lovemaking folded me into a pretzel and back, which was starting to put a damper on Alastor's transgressions, adding to our shared body. Though right now, It felt like I was the one melting into Angels' embrace. He had me straddled, half my back hanging over the edge of the bed, the rest of me clinging on by a fulcrumbalanced by his frame, pinning me down, his chest grinding over my lap and bulldozing my engorged manhood, meat steamrolled under the bulk of plush velvet into the mesh of fluff that hid a smooth clutch of sinner skin below: It felt like making love to an adored teddy bear, in all the wrong, and all the right, ways. 
	“MMFm phaa, man, can you work a shaft…” 
	“Gotta know how you treat a tool right? But all you need's the right elbow grease to get a baby like this ticking,” he said as he squeezed his chest together over it, letting my mast peek up through the folds of fluff and spitting onto the tip, the rough-housed tip slathered in a film of cool drool followed up by a visit to Angels's humid maw -Shhflrlrpth-. 
	“Mmgphaa, Ye, can s'see that. Whole different thing than justmfms watching of ya flicks.” 
	“CuMWmpahac,” Angel mused as he popped his lips off of my dick with a smack. 
	“Cus, I ain't here to flick ya off, numb mutt,” he dove back down, slathering my cock under his lips, swirling his tongue down to my base in a spiral of lurid strokes. Dunking his head down as his tongue went up to form a corkscrew motion of twitching, swirling meat. And each dunk of his head drew me back onto the bed. A thrust from my chest -Chbrhhrthn- disrupting his rhythm, an inprint of Alastor's face warping beneath my gullet. Both hands cramming it back down against my chest before Angel's eyes flicked back up to me. Tension only making my nerves more sensitive, to have me jiggling like jelly under his influence. 
	“Mfmsma phga, way better. Really mm thought you were just a good actor.” 
	Angel's bob slowed. Gaping his maw wide to let my mast slough out, with the length he was guzzling was next to enchanting. The pornstar, akin to magician, pulling a cock out of nowhere. Tethers of his humid saliva stretching between us, webbing me to his sweltering, warm mouth. “Feels pretty good ta just let loose, this ain't a work call. Consider ya' self lucky, Angel Dust got you in bed cuz he wants it…” he mused, drooling and lapping down my dong. “Who's the dog now?” 
	“Mfmng sulfa, yeah, just,” I wheezed clutching over my chest to hold back a rattling of Alastor, screaming through me. “Shame to have ya bound to such a jerk.” 
	Angel Dust's eyes narrowed. “Said I didn't wanna talk about work.” 
	“Jus', makin' some connections, is all,” I continued. “A body and mind like yours, deserves freedom, unfettered, fulfilling… a potential far above what you could under Val, or on your own… Wouldn't that be-mmf-.” Angel's striped, girth slammed past my lips, “M-gmmgpghsgalg-.” My maw clogged On the porn star's popsickle, as his crotch crammed down my face, punctuating my statement abruptly. 
	“Ooh yeah, that's what it feels like to let loose,” Angel mused and gyrated his hips down my face, shifting to lay down on my body, rolling himself over me like a lustful blanket. “Horn dogs like you don't ruin the moment if they want their mfms meat, Mm and you wanna be a good boy, don't you?” he said, spitting back on my cock, lapping down my mast whilst cupping and kneading over my balls. “You might know how to roll over, but I'll teach you to beg…”
	I panted out around his dick, shuddering as he wrapped me up into a sixty nine without effort, his limbs the web cocooning me in place, but I worked with him, servicing his meat, humping gently into his maw. The stamina on this one… Though if what he said was true, then I wondered how much truth there was to the 12 days a'porkin series released under his name… I couldn't lie back and take it, I had to go beyond… I had to outlast Angel Dust. Thankfully… I didn't have to screw his brains out on my own. 


I felt Alastor's form within me; the demon was thrashing up the place. I was taking a beating from inside whilst sharing the pummelling with Angel. Though over time, the Radio Demon's strength drained. I Focused, moulding my insides around him, kneading him in place, expanding my influence over him… I could feel him shift, sensing him shudder and grunt as I drew what remained of his body and soul through me. For every cent I gained on him, I drew his head upwards. Up, forcing it stuck in my chest, then drawn higher. 
	“WhaT aRE You T-trying to AcComplISh, unHand m-m-mee.” Drawing it upwards, a faint bulge of his face burgeoning up my gullet as it wedged into place. “'Could use a hand, with this load Angel's whipping up for me,' I thought to Alastor, ensuring Angel was busy with my dick as the lump warped up my neck, 'or, mouth rather. And you don't seem very busy…' I mused as Alastor's conscious struggled against mine, his face grinding under the back of my own. 
	“yoU AbSOlUTe inGRammmg-MGmpghgsa-” But Alastor found his complains clogged, his muscles falling into line with my own, warped and straight under Angel's impressive cock, taking the brunt of the meat as I laid there, grinning… 
	I flexed and clenched my biceps as I worked my way up to brush and grope over Angel's back, massaging into that tight, sweet ass. And with my motions, Alastor's body followed along, carried in the currents of my muscles and weaving into my motions. His arms threaded through my own, swelling to match their form. Body raising higher, his chest cropped up to mine, and the struggles petering out as they slimmed into place down my own. 
	-ShshsthhoooHHhmmfmpghs- He kept complaining, anger muted under Angel's dick. 
	The passion following through my body permeating his soul, and eroding his essence, mending him into the clutches of my own skin and bones… And deep, down at his crotch, I felt my cock fill out, emboldened by the girth of Alastor's own, clogging Angel's mouth as he draped his lips down my length, swallowing mine and Alastors in tow… 'Seems Angel did get his wish, going at it hard on Alastor, one last time, before the Radio Demon's final broadcast.' I mused in my mind, Alastor's soul shackled in my body, enraptured by muscle and morphology to keep him in place. But this is not truly the end. This marks the beginning of something beautiful, hell under our collective rule. 'You just gotta work on your teamwork.' I mused in my mind, as the wheezes and grunts of Alastor fell in tune with my own, our breaths synchronized, our shudders and twitches through our bodies, his essence, stalwart and stoic, melting like butter under my influencing and Angel's combined rough-housing. His form slotting into place through me, expanding to my dimensions, forming to my muscles and brawn, until our contours came to match, and the limits between what was demon, and what was hell born, faded, gradually, the way a burned log of lumber disintegrates into ash… 


“Mmfpgh gmpsghsha mguhs,” I moaned over Angels's dick, feeling a rush of energy pool through my veins, marinating his dick in my muzzle, slurping up is sack to welcome it into the warm folds. Angel pumping harder, panting, moaning over my cock… Until he blew his load… A lustful and liquid satisfaction casting its brine through my maw, down my throat, down my neck, one I now shared with Alastor, woven into my folds. I drank it, with gusto, slapping every speck off of his dick. 
	“Mfmmsap gmpaha. Phaa, Hoo man, mmf. That fmsm, caught me off guard, buster…” Angel murmured, with my shlong partially folded into his cheek. I glanced over to him, grinning around his dick. 
	“Paha… R-ready for round two??” Angel wheezed out, a spark of excitement in his eyes. 
	“Always,” I mumbled around his dick. We've been going at it for over an hour now. He might have stamina, but my veins were bursting with new, red-hot energy, and he was huffing, I was clambering for the advantage. 


~ 1 ~


Sweat pooled down my face, my breath caught in my throat, dick trapped in Angel's ass. Spooned on the bed, his articulate form wrapped back around me, hanging onto me like the restraints on a rollercoaster as I packed his cum-filled colon with my meat, dipping deeper and deeper. Three hours, my vision was lost in a blurb of lust, hazy in a tsunami of sweat and naked flesh. But conscious… Which could, barely be said about Angel. “Fmps ahphaaa, heeell yeah. Bury that, fmsm fat, bone fmms in me dmms, goo-good Bedouins…” Angel mumbled between puffs of air. I clutched him close, riding another orgasm, pumped through his hind, the imprint of my growing cock swelling up his whole lap, jostling as I sprouted warmth through his rear. Hefty, wheezing breaths over his ears, watching his dishevelled chest-fluff jiggle to and fro. Pupils twitching at the roof of his eyes. “Mm how… you feel?” I wondered. 
	“Mmfsmillion bucks… wiff tip… so much tip,” Angel blurted out, spunk trickling down his cheek. 
	My endurance was tested, lungs strumming frail in my chest. But I'd done it… There he laid, the beacon of charisma, the Underworlds's number one porn star… Mind dulled in the erotic fumes, high off of our own supply of afterglow… Ripe for the taking… 
	I drew my dick down, prying it free from the clutches of his ass, watching the bump on his crotch diminishing as it sank, his own meat twitching. As my shaft pulled free, its girth bolstered, wider, broader, thicker, percolating out into an engorged hunk of man meat: Angel mumbled something through his lips, as his own ass splayed to match its own girth before my dick sloughed free with a smack of -shhrlpwp- “Mmfphaa,” he wheezed. 
	I brushed my fingers through his hair. “Easy, easy, you deserve some rest,” I mused, grinding my dick back over his rear. And slowly, my hood drew back over my knob, plastering my cockhead with a creaking smear of old chewing gum drawn off of a table, -Chhrrlslpth- and it wouldn't stop when my shaft fit. The skin plied up onto Angel Dust's hind, wrapping around that tight ass in a blanket of skin. It tugged on him, drew him down, as the hood warped upwards, engulfing his hind in the folds of cock -Shhrrllpth- “Mmfm… ooah babt… Amasses. A while, since I… I did this,” Angel Dust mumbled as I brushed over his head, pushing into his hair to crowd his thighs into the folds of my sheath… Angel Dust delving down my dick's hood, his spunky ass was the first that warped the front of my mast around its pleasant, angled curves, then drawn up higher, thighs folding back with his knees towards his chest fluff, packed into the sheathe below. Rhythmic tugs and glugs of my cock, rumbling as it enveloped his thighs up against his frame, swallowing him like a marionette that was being pulled by the strings in its lap deep underwater. 
	“Mmfns, oh yeah… You'll do well, together, we can make, so much, beautiful, things…” I wheezed out, brushing down his head. He was going down without any problem, the tide of cock hood drooling up his over his knees, his folded form lodged stuck, legs and arms up over his head like a ragdoll. He chuckled, blinking whilst the back of his palm bunched up against his countenance. 
	“W-wild… Yeah… been, eating so much dick, only right to… feed some.” Angel Dust mumbled between airy gulps of breath. 
	An origami of Angel Dust folded up in the pouch of skin cramping up against my cock, clad the porn star in a layer of fleshy latex that that slobbered up his frame. My dick swelled with his bulge like the neck of a snake, up over his shoulders, cupping his fluff before the plush flesh steamrolled that too. Angel's arms, legs, and head wriggling out the tip in a coquette of white, fluffy petals. His eyes were half lidded as I brushed over his hair, ever so soft nudges working him down the length to a crikey smear of drool and grease -Chshrlpgh- -Chcvlrlrpt-. 
	“Mmfs mutt…” Angel mumbled, blinking to barely keep his eyes open. 
	I let out a soft sigh. “Angel… Good boy…” I pushed down -Chrlslrpsthht- His dead scoffed under the breech of skin, the coquette engulfed by the shaft: a flower's bloom in reserve, descending and folding together until it was a bud at the end of my grey stalk of a manhood. -Chsrsptl- It serpetined its way across limbs, calves, ankle, and heels, gobbling down all that protruded of the porn star in sleek -Shrlrlspth- Slurps and burbles, until the last cherry finger was enveloped -Sclllrrpptch-. “And there I lay, spooning with my own dick, with its peak stuffed in a congested mound of Angel Dust, gentle caresses working his body down. The Angel Dust origami unfolding under my hood, warping in an elastic stretch of his moulding figure, drawn down, deeper, his head remaining at the cockhood as his arms and legs drained down in strands of limbs. 
	I watch him spool down, bumps and bloats elongating through my mast, wrapping him around it, the sheathe pouch warping over his physique and tugging him tighter, closer -Cllspggh- The rythmic throb of lust working through my mast, grinding into Angel as he unspooled, soft huffs and puffs heard within. I stroked over my dick, over his outlines, groping his fluff, and rubbing down his ass. 
	He wriggled ever so gently, grinding back, wringing around my shaft in a hug. As if he was home, and this was just part of the routine. I would say, he had so far been the easiest of the staff to overpower. However, considering the struggle had lasted, literal hours, despite all I had accomplished, he was the one who brought the most out of me. 
	I squeezed the lumps of his frame down my shaft, feeling the supple touch of them under my grasp, like milky mochi jiggling and moulding to my pinches and clutches. 
	He was growing softer, a bundle of marshmallow fluff injected under my mast. And his form masticated under the soft grinds and shifts of my dick. His outlines faded, growing into subtle contours splayed along the length of my dick, his many arms wrapped around me like ribs, face first and jutting out at the peak like a figurehead to cress a ship. He deserved nothing less than the most gorgeous treatment. 
	My panting was lodged stuck in my throat as I felt him merge, meld into my dick, slopping soft and doughy for the sinner to merge into my mast. Gradually, the outlines grew plumper, throbbed outwards, then deflated. Swelling out, then sinking back, sinking further, and further with each pulse that spanned through them, Angels' frame succumbing to my cock. Until there was only a surface stencil sketch of his form scribbled across the folds of my shaft… Bulges ironed out and smoothed to soft silky dermis. -Chhglsrlphg- -Chbgrlgllgh- The dishevelled growls of smelting mochi mulching at my shaft, before the porn star faded into my dick, another sinner's soul swallowed and secured in the vault of my body. 
	“Fmmf mmgpsh…” Pants and shudders rippling through me as my mast diminished, throbbing down in contractions, reverting to its previous dimensions, though now, bolstered, growing pale and thick. The trickling jolts and quivers washing through me, a surge of satisfaction and raw lust weaving through my sinews. My shaft pumping as it assimilated Angel's pink hue, painted into a heart-shaped streak along the cock from the bottom of the mast up to meet at the tip. All that was Angel fed back into me, siphoned though my muscles. Experiencing joys, lows, a soup of that nectar we once called life, flourishing through me. And I drank it all in. I closed my eyes, sloughed back into bed, panting and shaking. 
	But even as my eyelids remained closed, I could witness the light. First, metaphorical, then all too real. The lamp illuminating my room stinging through my eyelids. I opened my eyes, and felt down along my cheek. Freckles… Just like Angel Dust's, parted open into small, scarlet eyes, emerging through my skin with their pupils like bubbles in a stew, eager to explore and wander across the landscape of my bedroom. So he really was some form of spider. The new eyes gave me a breadth of vision, less refined than Vaggie's, far more than auxiliary. Unlike a certain red, slender someone… Angel was finding his place without issue or struggle. Past the hours of sex… So as I laid there, feasting on his energy couped up within me. I still could not help but feel the dreaded exhaustion pool through my veins, tinted by a warm, peachy afterglow. As my body assimilated Angel, I rested, letting myself succumb to sleep, for my body to process. There was just one more in my way now… One that I would have the chance to secure… What all these stepping stones had been for… Charlie Morningstar… 
	I grinned with Alastor's teeth, Vaggie and Angel's eyes glinting with anticipation, and on my back Huskar's wings sprawling out, and folding over me, to let myself relax, and recover. Soon… But not yet. I had time. 


~ 2 ~


It was late evening when I came to my senses. Staring up into the ceiling, and just… revelling. Savoring the satisfaction through my veins… So many souls, sublimated, for a greater good. Soon, I… We would show hell what for. Together we would… I raised my arm, and as I did… I felt… a weight, on it. I peered down. Across my arm, sprawled down my bicep and slumping over the bed… lay a chain, a chain of black and crimson metal, shackled around my neck. 
	“Ooh, oh n-no…” I mumbled. Worry caught in my chest. I stared down. Down at the pretty, perfect dick Angel Dust had grafted onto me… at its base, lay a shackle of a vermilion smog, trailing off into nothingness. And below that, wrapped around my jewels, laid an irridescent, sickly green glowing chain, trailing off into nothing. This meant… These chains… These… were the fetters of soul contracts. My pupils contracted, pinched to a pinprick that nearly popped the gravity bubble of self importance I had fueled for the past few days. 
	“Their contracts, all of them…” I scrambled back in bed, the enteral chains clanked and cluttered against one another… trawled across the beddings. Seems even being absorbed and cogitated into a hell hound could not shatter soul contract. Be that there was no true debt in the amalgamation we had become, or that their debts had merely… fallen upon me… Breaths fluttered through my chest. 
	“Can't have this… Won't… be under anyone's contract, I can't…” tethered to multiple owners, thought of my soul pulled into pieces in a tug of war between their respective masters struck terror through my mind. As a worst case scenario… I'd be Valentino's lapdog. The thought poured cockroaches under my skin… One deep breath, levelling my mind, stable, breathing, still interrupted by shudders. The chains faded from view, as my resolve steeled. I had to continue… I could not lose this now. There was only one thing which could revoke a soul contract, one power that had a chance to seem free… Thankfully, I had already been moving towards that goal. As I stood from the bed, wiped myself clean, and strapped into my suit, my goal laid clear: “I must harness Charlie Morningstar.”