POV Julius
[Gained the Friendship of Carmilla Carmine, Clara Carmine, and Odette Carmine! Earned 6 rolls!]
Nice! I spent about two hours with Carmilla, letting her study the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. Who would have thought being honest with them about the staff's name and what it does would cause them to become friends with me so quickly?
Me. Right here. This guy!
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Why are you giving me that look?
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Hello?
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Of course you ignore me. Anyways, on to more important stuff! Like what I have been doing since I left Carmilla's office. So, are yall curious about what I'm doing right now, my dear viewers!?
(A/N: Who are you talking to right now?)
My viewers, obviously.
(A/N: You mean MY viewers, right?)
Come on. They're mine too, aren't they?
(A/N: Nah, they're reading MY story. So they're MY viewers. And you, Julius, are their entertainment. Hell if one of them suggested for you to have a micropenis for a chapter or to turn into a girl and get railed by a random side character I might just do that : ) )
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(A/N: Id be very descriptive about it too. So you can be actively conscious about the experience ^.^)
Ok, I'm sorry. They're your viewers.
(A/N: That's what I thought. For your obedience, here is a quick gift before getting back to the plot I planned for this chapter.)
Before I could ask what my clearly petty god meant, 21 mannequins appeared before me. 20 of them knelt done while one that was standing in front of the others put his hand out towards me.
"Let us make a deal! I'll offer you me and my men's souls to you, and in exchange you give me one dollar! Deal?"
I couldn't help but stare at this mannequin thing for a solid minute, expecting it to be pranking me. This cant be real, right?
"Uh, deal?"
My mind couldn't even register what was going on when my hand grasped the mannequin's and my purple aura flashed, solidifying the deal. I could feel demonic energy surging through me like never before as a hell dollar that I put in my staff had disappeared.
"Ohhhh shit, this feels fucking GREAT! HAHAHA! What's your name, by the way?" I asked the lead mannequin.
"My name is Plot Convenience Soul Slave #1! And my men's names are Plot Convenience Soul Slave #2-21!"
"Uh, ok?" What the fuck!?
(A/N: Now back to the original plot before I got hella distracted XD. *Snaps fingers*)
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"Status window."
Name: Julius
Race: Sinner (Incubus Demon)
Title: Overlord (22S)
Innate Ability: Unwitting Playboy!
Main Power: Limitless (Technique)(Legendary)
Support Power: Super Saiyan (Transformation)(Mythic)
[Items]
Misc.: Red Shell (Rare), Pocket Sand! (Legendary)
Cosmetic: Patek Philippe Chronograph Perpetual Calendar! (Uncommon), Esdeath's Choker (Uncommon), Dante Zogratis Lucifero Possession Tattoo (Unique)
Artifacts: Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown (Mythic)
Available rolls: 7
On top of the Overlord title being added to my status, my items were also organized now. Nice.
After checking my status window, I continued with my (mostly) peaceful walk. I have been strolling through Pentagram City ever since I left Carmilla's office. She was nice enough to give me a phone and added her and her daughters' numbers to it to make it more convenient to contact each other.
While walking down the sidewalk, as I passed two people passed out with needles in their arms, I couldn't help but admire how chaotic yet orderly Hell seems to be.
Sure, I'm currently witnessing a gang war go on around a building to my left and sex orgy going on through the windows of the building on my right, but at least sinners here seemed civilized enough to not destroy everything in sight.
I should probably start looking for a place to stay. Hmm, let's go to a bar! Maybe bars here in Hell are like those in D&D where you can get info from the customers and bartenders!
It took a couple minutes to find a bar that wasn't actively involved in a massive brawl or on fire. I looked up at the sign that read "Pour It Down Your Throat". Wow, such a nice name for a bar.
I walked in, expecting it to be rowdy, but instead I saw something different. Everyone's eyes were currently on the tv screens that was playing the news. I took a careful look at what everyone was watching and saw the headlines.
"Interview with the Princess of Hell, huh? Sounds-." Before I could finish my sentence, a blonde hair girl with red circles on her cheeks that wore a red suit started singing. Talking about "How inside every demon is a rainbow" and having a hotel to redeem sinners.
After her song ended, everyone started laughing their asses off. Calling her all kinds of names.
I turned to leave as I couldn't be bothered by what everyone was saying. All I knew was that I found my place to live! A hotel ran by a princess that, no pun intended, looked hot as Hell!? How could I NOT try to live their!?
I didn't give a fuck about trying to get redeemed but maybe, with enough persuasion, she will let me rent a room for cheap? Yeah, sounds like a plan to me!
I walked out the bar and continued my stroll, enjoying the peacefulness in the constant chaos that was happening around me before I decided to visit the hotel. Sadly that was short lived as I noticed a small group of demons following me.
The only one that stood out was a massive shark looking demon that was probably twice my height. I was curious as to why they were following me so I decided to take a detour to an abandoned alley nearby.
Once deep inside the alley, I stopped and leaned against the wall and waited for my stalkers to catch up. Sure enough, they turned into the alley and walked straight to me.
The big shark demon spoke out first, "You noticed we were following you, huh?"
"Yeah. You here to rob me?"
"No, not exactly." His face contorted into an ugly ass grin, licking his lips. "We couldn't help but notice your tail."
The moment he mentioned my tail, a vein in my neck bulged in rage. Oh, these rapey motherfuckers!
"You must be a some type of sex demon, right? How about you let us use your holes for tonight? Surely a sex demon like yourself would be into that, right?"
The shark demon walked so close to me that his stomach would be touching my shoulder if my Infinity wasn't active right now.
I sighed and stopped leaning against the wall. I was ready to just Hollow Purple these idiots immediately when a thought crossed my mind.
"So, you guys want to use me for your sick, sexual pleasure huh?"
"Hell yeah!" All five demons said at once.
"Alright, lets make a deal then!" I replied, a sinister smile appearing on my face.
"Oh?" The shark demon asked, "What kind of deal exactly?"
"Tell me first. Is it true that demons don't die as long they aren't killed by exorcists weapons?" I had to make sure what Carmilla told me about sinners being Immortal, as long as angelic weapons weren't involved, was true.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Then my deal is simple! Survive one attack from me. If you do I'll be your sex slave for the rest of my life. Don't, and your souls belong to me. Deal?" I asked, holding my hand out. Smiling so wide the ends of my mouth practically reached my ears. I was desperately holding my aura back as it was on the verge of exploding outwards.
"HAHA! You got a deal!" The shark demon yelled and grabbed my hand. My aura immediately exploded out, causing all five demons to drop to their knees.
"Wh-What?" The shark demon asked in shock as he looked up at me, my middle finger and thumb pressed together in front of him, prepared to snap. I could tell I had a crazed look in my eyes as the shark demon started shivering.
"Thank you for becoming my slaves! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HOLLOW PURPLE BITCHES!"
I snapped my fingers and everything in front of me was erased. The entire alley, the road, and even a large portion of the building across the street disappeared.
I could tell they didn't permanently die as I felt their souls become mine.
"Hey, author?"
(A/N: What up?)
"Can I use 6 of my 7 rolls to guarantee something I want? These rapey fucks need to know their place."
(A/N: Hehehe, You got it!)