The Devil's Tortilla

Fear's P.O.V.

"Hello Lunace Prince, or shall we call you the Devil's Tortilla?" the Prince of New York mocked me

"What do you want?"

"Your part of the Underworld Government, too. Are you trying to run away and quit so you can make your own made-up Underworld Government just so you can be better than us? We saw what you wrote and read everything of your books. Quite stupid, I might say."

Even as for a Prince, it was a woman.

"Look, I am just trying to run my own business. This Macabre is also part of the Underworld Government. They all know that. Here, has a drink. It's on the house since the almighty Noblesse Prince of New York City's Darkness came upon me."

"I do not practice eating cattle, Prince."

"It's human blood. I lied so the cops won't fuckin' kill me for this kind of sick shit they might think. Even the vampires here know that. The humans... don't."

"OH~! You devil! That's rather quite the deceitfully wise mind you have there! Now THAT is a Lunace! Not one of those 'I'm baby' e-girl goths on the internet." She sighed, "anyway, I just wanted to check how you were doing. No hard feelings. Thanks for the drinking honey, I hope we cross paths again..."

"I hope not as well, Princess of New York City."

Chapter 4—Bankrupt

The next day... my cabaret business was bankrupt. It's a very, very little minor punishment by the Underworld Government because I broke the Veil's Mask. This is bullshit. They just made this shit up thanks to the White Wolf Fiction tabletop roleplaying game. They got hooked on this. They made their own delusions into fantasy, and they call me a crazy, delusional Lunace!

I sighed; now how can I get money?

I asked my butler to contact the Noblesse Prince of the Underworld Government to ask her what suggestion she has for me to get my money back.

He went away and came back with a tray of my phone folded on a cushion.

"Thank you, Sebastian."

I dialled the phone and rang her phone.

"What is it?" she asked, groaning. "It's 9 in the morning. How are you not even asleep?"

"Honey, I do not sleep. May I know how I can get my money back, which you stole from me?"

"Go back to the Philippines and do your damned job as Prince like you used to."

"I'm not some pet. We are in the same rank of the hierarchy here!"

"But you are in my city. If I was in your city, I'd be licking your shoes."

I sighed, "Fine, but I need it now, and I promise to go back to the Philippines. I will rerun the Underworld Government branch in Manila again."

"Alright, your word is your soul, so I trust you must do it for the Veil's Mask."

"Enough with the roleplaying good God!"

"You're not taking this seriously, are you?"

"I am, but this made-up delusion has taken too far enough to make my own money I worked hard on."

"Alright, alright, calm down fiddo. I'll send them in." she hung up.

"GODDAMMIT!!!"

Then, my butler, Sebastian, told me someone was at the door.

"WHO THE FUCK IS IT NOW?!"

"It's the Underworld Government Breed."

"Oh, bring them in. Remind them that this is my Elysium."

"My pleasure, Breed."

They went inside, and these vampire role players took this Elysium respect extremely seriously and respectfully. They handed me all of my money in suitcases, and I went back home to Pampanga.

Those sick fucks!