Chapter 13: Where are they?

Back at the hotel Briskette finished cleaning the lobby of all the unneeded fabrics. She had folded them all up and put them into a closet nearby. After packing the items away she threw out the packaging boxes and put up the now beautifully set decorations. It looked perfect and now all that was left was to let Allison know. However she paused when she remembered that she'd left to get some more flowers from Devon but that was hours ago, why wasn't she back. It was nearly dinner time now. Where was she?

Worried and curious Brisk left the lobby to find one of the staff members, in hopes that they'd know where Allison was. She ventured toward Husk's bar knowing he'd be there as always. She didn't hold much hope of him knowing anything but she had to start somewhere. The counter appeared empty but she knew he was there. She climbed up kneeling on the stool as she leaned over the counter looking over it and finding a brown fluffy mass sleeping on the floor.

"Husk?" The guy was still other than his breathing. She jumped over the counter and shook him a bit. "Husk?" She repeted but still got no answer. Damn it. Brisk then huffed in refusal to give up. She lifted one of his ears then shouted. "Husker!" Her shrill voice finally got through to him as he shot up and hit his head on the shelf. "Ow! Fuck! What the hell do you wa-..." he was cut off by Brisk instantly lunging at him grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and pulling him toward herself urgently. "Have you seen Allison?" She asked. Husk stared for a moment in shock then glared before answering. "No. Now would'ya-..." Brisk dropped the drunken cat then leapt back over the bar counter calling out for her friend.

"Allie!" She yelled in worry while Husk looked up from the bar rubbing his throbbing head from both his hangover and the impact he sustained just seconds ago. He staggered to his feet and out from behind the bar to follow the nut who nearly blew out his eardrum. He didn't know why he was following her but at the moment he just wanted to know why she was going all mom-mode over that deer bitch again. "Hey what the fuck is up with you now? I'm sure you're all worked up over nothing." He said. "It's one of the most dangerous days of the cycle and she's all by herself out there. How can that be nothing?" She snapped. Husk was taken aback by the sudden outburst. God it was always so weird to see the feliness get upset. She really seemed to care about that sad-sack. "Alright fine look maybe those bitches know where she is." He suggested gently grabbing the lady cat's shoulder comfortingly.

Soon voices could be heard from the hall. "Come on Vags let us go look for her!" Cried Charlie. "Yeah it's already been over three hours since she left. We should..." the pleas of Niffty were suddenly interupted by Vaggie's stern response. "I said no! If anyone is gonna go looking for her it's gonna be me! I'm sorry but you two have been really out of control with all this matchmaker nonsense. It's not safe out there and we don't have time to goof around." The two chimera walked into the café finding Vaggie scolding the princess and Niffty. They all looked up simultaneously to see the two elder cats walking in. Brisk looked devistated at what Vaggie had just explained to the girls she might as well had heard her say that her dear friend and colleague was dead.

"I knew it! Allison still hasn't come back yet, has she?" The cat almost whispered in shock. Vaggie looked conflicted while the other two seemed worried and a little ashamed. They were once again trying to push the two deer together but the gravity of the situation just became a little more serious due to Briskette's reaction, because now someone who cared for Allison's wellbeing was involved. "N-no...she hasn't- but that's why I'm going to look for her." She proclaimed. "And we're..." Charlie's own proclamation was instantly silenced by a warning glare from her crossed girlfriend. "...going to stay here and keep an eye on things." The princess finished. The moth then manifested her spear and made her way toward the door.

Briskette looked downward when Vaggie walked pass her imagining every awful scenario that her friend could be in. However she wasn't afraid of her getting hurt Brisk knew Allison was very capable of taking care of herself she was afraid that Allison would hurt someone or rather the result of Allison hurting someone was her concern. Of course she'd considered the doe to be sweet but if she was ever cornered or in danger she'd likely snap, then go into a deep depression for weeks over it.

Briskette didn't want to see her blueberry moping around and distraught for days over some animal who probably deserved what they got.

The poor blue lady was easily upset over things and it wouldn't be easy to get her out of that dark cloud. The last time Allison lost control she killed some brute who had plans to rob and kill her afterwards. Allison locked herself away in her room for a week sulking over what she'd done even if it was justified.

She could only imagine how many demons would try to take advantage of the doe during the Lustlorne cycle. This thought frightened her greatly Allison would likely have to fend all of those creatures off then be left saddened and miserable to the point of self harm. Brisk couldn't let that happen. Even with Vaggie's intervention Allison needed someone there who'd understand, someone to calm her down and handle the situation calmly. "Vagatha wait!" Briskette called out in desperation.

Halfway down the hall Vaggie paused when she heard the cat lady literally flying toward her. "Let me come with you Allison might be...!" The moth held up a hand to the chimeress. "Brisk look just..." Vaggie started but was cut off by the chimeress. "I'm sure you have some idea of how capable Allison is when she's forced to protect herself." This caught Vaggie off guard. The cat then took on a more fidgety gesture as she put her paws together and rolled her eyes away with a disturbed expression. Vaggie had an idea of what Briskette was trying to convey to her. Allison shared quite a few of Alastor's powers and abilities. If she got into some kind of scuffle with a demon she was likely powerful enough to fend them off but she would also likely lose control and that could be dangerous, for herself and Allison. "Allie might be hard to get through to if she's too far gone and I've only ever seen that side of her once before. She'll need someone familiar to help bring her back to her senses and help her feel better once she does. I know I haven't been very helpful in the past few days but this is Allison we're talking about. I want to help and I promise not to lead us astray. Please, let me come along." She pleaded with her paws clasped together.

Vaggie thought hard about what to do but she couldn't ignore the desperate look in Brisk's eye. The moth thought the best thing was to keep everyone together at the hotel but in the end she couldn't deny that Brisk might know best how to deal with Allison if worst comes to worst. With a heavy sigh Vaggie face palmed in defeat. "Alright fine." She said hoping against all hope she wouldn't regret this. The sincerity in the cat's eyes and pleas were enough to raise that hope. So with spear in hand the moth opened the door. "Come on." With that Vaggie and Brisk set off.

Soon the now fixed Magne family limo drove up courtesy of Razzle and Dazzle and they were off to find a certain potentially monsterous or distraught blue doe.

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Deep in the heart of Pentagram City Alastor and Allison sat at one of the tables outside of the deer's favorite café. Allison took a long sip of her favorite mint tea while Alastor watched her with interest. He hadn't stopped watching her since the incident in the Alley. Not after his strange sinuous comment post the grizzly massacre, not after Allison jitterily pulled herself together and tried to leave before Alastor pulled her toward himself and offered the doe some tea at [as Alastor put it] the finest café in Hell; not after they walked about a mile through the streets, Alastor thwarting any other unsavory characters that threatened their venture while talking on about nothing as he kept Allison close to his side, not even now while the poor doe tried to ignore the unsettling stare that nearly bore through her like heat through ice. Things were starting to feel a tad awkward and Alastor was not helping matters with his unwavering gaze. Allison delicately put her teacup down onto the table tentatively with the grace of a well put together maiden of her time.

She cleared her throat before straightening her posture in the iron bared chair. "U-um...I-I..." Allison stammered trying to think of something to say until a thought came to her. "Yes Dearest?" Alastor asked lowly making the woman blush. "I-I h-heard y-your b-broadcast ealier..." her meek voice was cut off by her companion's booming response. "Really now? Tell me dear what did you think? I can't say it was anything as abhorrent as your lovely show however, *muah* absolute gold!" Alastor exclaimed with a chef kiss to his finger tips. Allison shrank back at the comment. She didn't like being praised for brutally killing a guy even if it was self defense. She just wanted to forget it ever happened. "I-it was i-interesting... very...Visceral..." she was then interupted again by a quivering demon serving them their snacks. Alastor had asked for his usual Deviled eggs while Allison had asked for a double layered rasberry cheesecake with extra whip topping and a drizzle of chocolate. It was a pretty thick slice of cake, a health fanatic's worst nightmare. The frosting had the heaviness of buttercream icing and there were so many berries on the cake it was actually pretty. The sweetness levels were so great just looking at the grand pile was enough to give someone diebetes from across the street. Allison had an excited look in her eye to have recieved her plate but her expression was still quite somber. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she had almost forgot her manners and nearly failed to thank the waiter. "Thank you." She said earning a greatful but nervous smile from the demon who was scared out of his mind of Alastor. "M-my pleasure mame, s-sir, enjoy!" He got out as the red demon made a polite shooing motion toward him with his hand. The poor guy ran off leaving the two alone again.

Allison didn't touch her cake right away she didn't feel as though she deserved it. The guilt of what she did was enough to keep her starving for a week, even after she tried so hard to control herself. She looked down at the cake in despair not even lifting a finger to it. Alastor noticed the doe's behavior and spoke up. "Do eat up darling! Surely you would be famished after that little... incident." He said. Allison remained unfazed by the demon's mockery as she continued her silent protest against eating her snack. The deer gave a pause as he set down one of his eggs to further acknowledge the lady's demeanor. She seemed more depressed than she's been for the last few days as though she'd lost everything.

Not even a whimper came from her as she sat and stared off. Alastor was becoming a bit concerned. "Are you alright my dearest?" He asked her. Allison sat silent as though she hadn't heard him. This further worried the demon as he tried again this time without any boisterous radio talk. "Allison?" He said this did manage to get her attention. It had been a while since they started the planning for the party that Alastor used her actual name. "Huh? O-oh I'm sorry! I should p-probably eat n-now." She stammered then immediately tucked into her cake eating with the same grace as she did during her date with Alastor. The deer couldn't help but watch the blue lady as she ate her treat. She looked like she was half enjoying it and the other half seemed as though she was forcing herself to keep eating.

Alastor watched with a soft sympathetic smile before he spoke up. "My you seem to have quite the affinity for sweets darling." He said. The doe looked up in shock. Her plate now void of hardly any trace of her dessert save for some reminisce of chocolate, a single raspberry and a bit of whip cream on the corner of her mouth.

Allison rose her hand toward her mouth in astonishment at herself for how ghastly she must've seemed, wolfing down a thick slice of cake the way she did. She was trying to play off her unresponsive demeanor but in the process she must've made herself look like an uncivilized animal to Alastor. "I-I'm s-sorry I-I didn't mean to..." Alastor reached a hand over to the woman's face and used a finger to scoop the whip cream from her mouth.

The blue dame looked surprised not even aware that she even had anything on her face. Alastor made a show of licking the reminince of his date's dessert before humming thoughtfully. "I do find your excitable appetite quite enticing dearest..." Allison blushed at the blood red man's comment. "It's nice to see someone with such a health appreciation for a good meal." He finished.

"I-it s-still feels like I-I'm lacking my m-manners though." Allison responded her confidence waning. Suddenly she felt a warm touch from a dark colored red tipped hand that was almost as bony and thin as her own blue tipped ones. She looked up at the deer as he stared at her with a genuine smile and assured her. "I for certain don't believe you're lacking anything desirable my dearest."

Allison stared back with wide eyes wondering why this cold monsterous killer had been treating her so kindly. Ever since their date he hasn't caused any trouble, as per agreement- or threatened her in anyway. It was refreshing but it was also suspicious. No matter how sweet or attentive Alastor was Allison knew that Vaggie's words were wise. She had to stay cautious and not make things easier for the deer.

Alastor appeared incredibly calm on the outside but internally he was violently battling with himself trying to keep his feelings beaten down, so that he wouldn't make a fool of himself or appear weak. God he just alleviated himself of those impertinent emotions only for them to come back full force, especially after witnessing Allison's power and now his intrest in watching her devour an entire slice of cake. 'What the hell am I doing! I'm barely thinking at this point. This silly little creature! How can she have such an effect on me? Is this the work of a curse?-'

He thought hard as he wondered what he could do to deter these feelings and push away from this sickening situation. 'Perhaps if I did something absurd...no that's what I'm trying to avoid. Damn it!' His mind cursed in distaste.

Why was he getting like this? He was the God damn Radio Demon, the most feared sinner in Hell! He didn't get himself wrapped up in such flittery emotions if causing one great harm or suffering wasn't involved. It was like his personality did a complete handstand on the face of reality, then suddenly he's acting like some hopeless romantic and it was all towards Allison and her alone. Even when he thought about her he couldn't help but become a dreamy wreck over her. As he looked into her wide light blue eyes he felt his sanity becoming more unhinged as it silently fell apart with every counter arguement his mind made back and fourth.

Allison meanwhile felt the moment becoming awkward. With her hair tufts flattened she shrunk back in her seat and darted her eyes away from the crimson deer. He was just staring away at her as though hypnotized, it sort of unsettled her a bit. "Um...A-Alastor are you okay?" She questioned. The deer snapped out of his strange trance then reverted back to his old self. "Just dandy my dearest but I think the better question is if you are okay." He said as he tossed a deviled egg into his mouth.

Allison looked down in shame "I-I'm just a tad upset about what happened." She sulked. "Nonesense it was a tremendous performance!" Alastor expressed but his excitement didn't seem to reach the doe. "Maybe- t-to you it was enjoyable but to me it was awful. I-I h-hurt that man-...mmm!" Allison's mouth was suddenly being gently held shut buy Alastor's fingers as he silenced her. She looked at the deer as he gave her a stern look even with the smile on his face. "Don't even for a second consider that lowlife animal anything more than that. Your actions were more than justified!" He said. Allison was surprised by the words but still she tried to insist that she was in the wrong once the deer's hands were removed from her lips.

"But I...I lost control th-there could've been another way!-..." she said but Alastor just sipped his black coffee and then countered her argument. "My dearest down here only the lowest of scum with a few exceptions are sent down here. I can guarantee you those brutes were some of the worst kinds of predators. They would've destroyed, deflower and defiled you without pity and left you to die as yet another victim of this accursed affliction. Besides even if you had let him live he probably would've repeated the offense on someone else." The demon stated calmly as he gestured to the chaos surrounding them outside the café's gates. All aroud there were rapes, aggressive orgies and many deaths.

It was disgusting and somehow there were a lot of demons that were unscathed but only because they were locked away within the confindes of their homes and businesses or staying out of sight. Despite the harshness of everthing there was a silver lining. The last two days before the week-long cycle ended were usually the most dangerous for any sinners that weren't initially damned because of their lust, to the point where it was like Hell was going through a second Extermination. The only bright side was that it only happened every millennium so at least they wouldn't have to worry about it for a while afterwards.

Allison understood what Alastor was trying to convey but she couldn't let herself accept his words completely. Alastor could see the reluctance on her face. He sat down his cup then took hold of a deviled egg between two claws. He then held it out toward Allison's face causing her to look up in surprise. She eyed the egg in confusion before darting a glace toward the smiling deer. He blinked once as his head tilted his crimson eyes lovingly watching her as she looked back at the food with a small smile of her own. It finally hit her what the man was trying to do, so she leaned forward with her mouth slightly ajar allowing Alastor to place the deviled egg into her mouth with care. It wasn't a bad taste in the slightest really good actually. She knew Alastor was just trying to distract her from her own feelings of guilt. It was a sweet and fairly affective gesture.

After swallowing the food Allison then wiped her mouth with a cloth. Before she could say anything more her ear tufts perked at the sound of a female voice calling the deer by name. "Al! Yoohoo!" The now aware man instantly turned and waved toward the person calling to him. "Mimzy, how are you my dear!" He called out to the approaching lady. Short with pale skin, big lashes, rouge on her lips and she was wearing a flapper dress. Allison was not that familiar with such dancers but just the outfit alone made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It looked so...sinuous.

The plump curvy woman ran up and hugged the man planting a kiss on his cheek which made Allison a little annoyed as her brows furrowed deeper. "So glad to see you well during all this." Alastor said. "Oh it's easy to stay out of sight and avoid the crazies when you're my height! It also helps to have a knife on hand." She boasted making the deer laugh. Allison felt ignored now that this newcomer has arrived. It made her sigh and look off into the hellish streets. The amount of debaucherous activity left the doe somewhat bothered. So many damned souls were so unafraid to be themselves no matter how depraved their desires were. It may have just been the cycle that made the demons more insatiable but if it were any other day it wouldn't have been much different.

As Allison looked on the two demons in front of her conversed with each other. They were catching up with the events of their afterlives and latest kills, until Mimzy's attention fell upon the blue doe sitting next to Alastor. "Who's this Al?" She asked in genuine curiosity. Alastor lit up as he turned to his companion. Allison was suprised as she was suddenly pulled into a side hug by the red clad man. "This is Allison Blue! My dearest new associate! She's helping with a project at the hotel, in fact I've been meaning to speak with you about it." He said as he pulled Allison's chair to his side and held her close to himself.

"Allison dear this is Mimzy the friend I mentioned the other day!" He said introducing the small pudgy dancer. "Nice to meet'cha hun!" She said with a wave. "O-oh y-you're the s-singer Alastor s-suggested." Allison deduced. "So Al's told you about me!" Mimzy squealed in excitement. Allison was starting to get annoyed by the obnoxious voice. It was like she was purposefully trying to anger her. "You see dear the princess is throwing a little celebration for after the Lustlorne Cycle but we need some additional entertainment for the stage and who better for the job than my favorite flapper girl!" Alastor exclaimed earning a curious glare from Allison. Niether of the other two demons seemed to notice the doe's reaction to the male's comment and continued talking. "Oh of course I'll do it! Just let me know when and where!" She said. Allison was beginning to regret ever agreeing to having this...woman perform at the celebration. She seemed like the flirtatious type which was the last thing they needed. Two was quite enough but it wasn't just her demeanor she mostly just didn't like how she talked...with Alastor. It bothered her enough to not want her around at all but it was such an irrational feeling. She hardly knew this woman yet for some reason in the back of her mind she would gladly do to this little nuisance, what she did the that brute earlier.

It was strange she never thought like this before. Just minutes before she was fretting over killing that bastard now she was more than fine with killing this woman just for having a conversation with Alastor. Allison felt absurd just for feeling this way when she didn't need to. However seeing the two being so comfortable with each other made her self conscious about her own relationship with the demon. She always felt like a lamb in the presents of a wolf when she was near the scarlet man. He made her feel so small and insignificant compared to himself like no matter how hard she tried she'd never be his equal yet this girl- this flapper girl had his undivided attention and respect. She may be able to retain his attention even if unintetionally but she doubts he respects her very much. All the more reason why she can't allow her feelings for the suave man to develop into anything more than a fleeting infatuation. It would probably hurt less if she didn't care too much when he eventually did let her down.

What was she even doing here anyway? Hadn't she sworn not to take these kinds of risks with Alastor anymore? Why couldn't she just stay true to one promise to herself? Now she's here feeling like a third wheel while out with the very demon she was to stay away from.

Allison felt like a fool and there was no one to blame for her predicament but herself. "Ooh! I have the perfect dress for the occasion but it was ruined during an altercation at the nightclub." Mimzy said in disappointment. Alastor hummed in thought. "Hmm...Oh! Rosie could likley repair it for you I'm sure she wouldn't mind!" The deer suggested.

The doe looked up in surprise Alastor knew Rosie too? 'That's a coincidence.' She thought. "Ooh! You're right Al! I'll ask her! She should still be open we could go see her now!" She offered as she attempted to link her arm with Alastor's but she ended up phasing through him as though he were air. The windego chuckled as he held up a hand in decline. "I'm sorry Mimzy dear but I'm on an outing with Allison at this time." He said putting an arm around the surprised doe.

She almost felt comforted by the gesture he was choosing to stay with her! But then she remembered the promise she made to herself. Allison slipped out from Alastor's hold, stood up and backed away from him. "I-It's fine Alastor w-why don't y-you g-go on and s-see your f-friend, I can head back to the hotel on my own." She said but was instantly being rerouted right back into Alastor's hold as she turned and ended up walking into his arms. "Nonsense it's not safe out here for a lady! Besides we still haven't- mmmmm!" Allison mimicked Alastor's earlier gesture by gripping his lips with her fingers, cutting off his ramblings. "I think we both know I can take care of myself. B-besides I still n-need to place the new flowers for the decorations. I-I wouldn't want y-your excellent advice t-to go to waste." She said as she released her hold on the demon's lips. Alastor melted at the sight of the slightly smiling doe falling back into that dreamy trance from ealier. 'How could such a fragile pathetic creature like her be so perfect?' Alastor wondered while in reality Allison was feeling awkward again by Alastor's silence but this silence wasn't as unsettling. Allison could only place the feeling as shyness, as if she were down playing some unspoken compliment from Alastor.

Mimzy darted her eyes back and fourth between the two feeling a little weirded out by Alastor's behavior. He had never acted like that before not with her or any other woman, not even when he was alive. It was as though Allison had the man wrapped around her finger without even knowing she did. It was a little suspicious to her. Either Al had a thing for this dame or she had some kind of influence on him and she knew Al too well for it to ever be the former. Mimzy considered herself to be Alastor's best friend. If this floozy had some kind of power to turn him into...whatever the hell he was now, it was her duty to stop it.

The café waiter then came out to check on his customers but before he could even get a word out he was suddenly pinned under a limousine that had crashed into the café's garden. The three demons looked over toward the wreckage breaking whatever moment was happening between the two deer. "Maldita sea Brisk! This is why I didn't want you driving, gato loco!" Screamed a familiar latina voice. "Sorry!" Responded a cheerful higher pitched voice. Soon the car door opened and out stepped Briskette. "Allie you're okay!" She squealed before rushing over and latching onto the doe tightly.

"Briskette w-what are you d-doing here?" Allison asked. "Vagatha and I were worried so we went looking for you!" The relieved cat explained. "Glad you're okay Allison." Vaggie added as she checked under the hood of the elongated car that was now wedged between an iron gate, some bushes and on top of a very whiny waiter. "Oh how considerate of you both, I'm fine as well. No need to swarm me with your concerns." Said a very unamused Alastor who was momentarily overlooked by the women. "We heard your broadcast we knew you were fine." Vaggie scoffed while checking the engine and other internal car parts. "It's been hours since then!" Alastor nearly whined causing the moth to groan after finding everything was still intact. "Fine glad your not dead too Alastor." She said. "Thank you." He said in satisfaction.

"Allison where were you during all that time? What happened at Devon's?" Brisk asked. "N-nothing I just met up with Alastor on the way- I'll...I'll tell you on the way back." She promised. Alastor moved toward the doe as though he wanted to protest but was stopped by a sly thought in his scheming brain.

The name of his lady's florist was mentioned and so developed the seeds for his next move to planted. He grinned with malicious intent before walking over to the blue demoness calmly and took hold of her hand. "I do wish you would stay my dearest but if you must go then I must say adieu." He half lied as he charmingly kissed her blue spotted knuckles. Allison blinked at the demon's statement suspicious of the face he was wearing at the moment. It was funny how she was able to tell the difference between the deer's mischievous grin and his more genuine smile, the one he was making now was pretty obvious. Nevertheless she responded. "Thank you for the tea Alastor I'll see you later at the hotel." With that the doe demoness waved the kissed hand over Alastor's heart and used her magic to make a red rose from her earlier purchase appear in his right breast pocket. Alastor looked at the plant conflicted and surprised by the lady's brazen action he was so taken aback that his smile had faded to a confused frown.

He looked to Allison who then gave one last small smile before turning and heading toward the now running limo with Briskette following behind her. He watched as Vaggie got in on one side and the two older demonesses got in on the other he stared at the calm demeanor the doe was exhibiting. There was something exciting about seeing Allison be so bold and out of character. It was a conveyance to Alastor that she was indeed more strong willed than he thought, smart too. Despite her meek personality she was likely a more worthy opponent than he originally perceived.

As the limo backed out and drove off leaving the damaged fence and bushes in its wake as well as the injured waiter, who laid motionless and groaning in a heap, Alastor's smile slowly returned to his face. He then caressed his rose as he looked at it in anticipation. He couldn't wait to continue this game with his doe. There appeared to be promise, a fighter who could possibly withstand his efforts well enough to be entertaining.

"Al, you alright sug'ah?" Mimzy asked feeling a tad ignored and worried. "Oh I'm just fine dear. Just-...dandy." He almost growled in his deep demonic voice as he thought about his departed companion. However he wasn't angry or annoyed he was excited to play and win.

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During the ride back to the hotel Allison shamefully divulged everything that happened on her outing with and without Alastor. It pretty much went the way Brisk thought it would, only twist was that Alastor was there to comfort her [in a way] and distract Allison from her guilt. That much was good but she was feeling guilty all over again and whatever confidence she had from counteracting Alastor's slyness with a subtle yet very symbolic gesture, was gone once the recollection of her murdering someone came back to her.

Allison's tears were ones of remorse, Vaggie could clearly see that. She herself would've done the same thing to any piece of shit that tried to hurt her in a similar way, without hesitation or mercy. To see Allison this upset over defending herself made any suspicion of her that may have lingered from first meeting her disappear. If anything she pitied the doe as a new potential theory arose within the moth's mind not a malicious one but an idea of perspective given Allison's personality. She wasn't oblivious enough to write it off as her just feeling guilty just because. She wondered, if Alastor did actually like Allison there had to be a reason why. The look on his face when they left was confirmation enough that he held an interest in the doe and Vaggie may have had an idea why. "Allison you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you did what you had to do." She said. Allison looked down at her lap as a stream of tears ran from her eyes as the limo drove on. Pretty soon they were at the front entrance of the hotel.

As they walked up to the door Vaggie watch the interraction between the two women. It was like watching a doting mother sooth her saddened child the way Brisk talked to her. She really seemed to care for the taller woman.

"Why don't you go upstairs to rest up a bit sweety and I'll make you something to ease your nerves." She said. Once the three ladies were inside Allison headed toward the stairs. "Thank you Briskette but I'll be alright." She said as she walked up the steps quietly leaving two demonesses to watch her with worry.

⚠️slight violence and sexual content warning!⚠️

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Neither of them understood-- neither of them could ever understand the full depths of Allison's shame. It wasn't the act of the murder that upset her, it was how it made her feel. The rush of pleasure that coursed through her body, the ecstasy of feeling another's pain through their agonizing screams and muffled cries of terror. She loved it. It filled her up and gave her the most exhilarating high whenever she used her power to kill.

That's why she always fought it, that's why whenever she was in a situation where extreme bouts of sexual activity or agony were highly present she'd either pleasure herself like at her last event or runaway before the hunger for release could overtake her.

She wouldn't have cared so much about defending her virtue from some sex driven lowlife thug if she hadn't enjoyed killing him. Pain was her sexual trigger whether it was being inflicted on her or someone else and it made her feel sick. And what made her even more sick was that afterwards she would still be aroused, even now she needed to relieve herself and relive that ecstasy but how could she tell Vagatha or even Brisk all that? How could they possibly understand the disgust she felt. They think she's an innocent soul who was just sensitive. Oh she was indeed sensitive in more ways than what they thought. Allison struggled to stand the minute she closed the door to her hotel room. Her wobbly unstable legs staggered toward her vanity barely getting close enough to sit on the stool. She panted tiredly as she tried to wipe the sweat from her furrowed brow. The arousal was getting worse and she was afraid to see the damage it had done to her intimates.

Talking about what she'd done reliving the moment, brought back the arousal she had fought back after eviscerating that scum. She rubbed her legs together trying to relieve the build up of lust but it wasn't enough. Allison could feel herself coming undone so she sought to do the only thing she could to take some of the pressure off.

She straightened herself up and leaned back bracing herself by holding the edge of the stool with one hand then with the other she tentatively lifted her skirt over her thighs and opened her legs wide. She felt like a whore on display even though she was all alone. The embarrassment caused her to blush, especially after noticing her underwear were soaked.

However that wasn't the only shocking thing about her body. Her inner thighs were covered in scars large, small, shallow and deep, all self inflicted. She looked at herself in disbelief she barely even rememered having an orgasm after erasing that demon but apparently she did and she was ready to have another one. "D-Damn it!" Allison whispered before bucking her hips in desperation. Her moans were controled and strained. She needed relief so bad it was almost killing her.

She reached over to her drawer [the one Angel Dust had been snooping around in] and opened it. Her vast collection of bloody razors and knives were welcomed graciously. She picked out her favorite one. It was a standard kitchen knife with a wooden handle, bigger than the others and had the sharpest blade it would cut far more deeply than anything else she had. Allison stared at the knife longingly. She needed to feel its cold blade against her skin, her pupils became narrowed and needy as she stared at her reflection in the metal, panting and drooling for what she wanted. She needed both hands now so she starightened up and held her skirt up while she used the other hand to grip the knife firmly. As she held it against the inside of her right thigh the cold blade poking her flesh ever so slightly. She sighed as she teased herself with the dull prodding. It was beautiful torture but she couldn't hold back for long. She pushed the blade into her thigh deeply but not enough to be fatal as she usually did when she happened to do this.

She let out a loud moan as she embraced the burning sting of her flesh being pierced, the blood trickling from her wound was tantalizing. It was like a sharp fire burning between her legs. She loved to injure her inner thighs most because of the close proximity between the pain and her sex. She'd feel the exciting tremble of her womanhood within no time at all. The first cut was then followed by another, then another, and another all shallow then deep, but each more pleasurable than the last. Allison kept her voice controlled enough that no one else would be able to hear her but it was loud enough that it expressed just how good she felt, how she was finally getting the relief she so desperately craved. As she continued making more and more cuts she used her other hand to touch herself roughly with a claw.

She liked to up the chance of nicking herself by using her claws the thrill of the possibility was enough to make her moister increase, until both her underwear and stool were seeping with it. After five more deep slashes Allison became so lost in her pleasure that she stabbed the blade straight into her leg and swirled it around in her wound by the hilt in time with her masturbation. She moaned and lowly wailed in need of release, tears flooded down her face as her hips swirled in greedy desperation. All the while she began shamelessly remembering Alastor's broadcast.

The sounds of that man's anguish, the splatters of his blood and the tearing of his flesh. She imagined Alastor covered in all that viscera, the potential look of satisfaction on his face after making a mess of the corpse. She imagined being his victim, the thought of being torn through and ripped apart by those sinister talons was enough to make her climax. She was so close her tongue lulled to the side, she could taste it.

Allison finally welcomed every filthy thought she'd tried to bury of the red windego as she leaned her entire body back with an amount of skill that would make Angel Dust jealous. Her head barely touching the floor as she somewhat hovered off the edge of the stool. The last thing she thought of as she came was Alastor uttering that one word that the voodoo deer said to her after her rampage. 'Lovely.' She finally released silently squealing out the name of the man she pinned for. "O-oh! Alastor!" She gasped as her body convulsed in satisfaction. She panted tiredly then removed the knife from her thigh, the afterglow immediately taking over her senses.

She was left motionless and exhausted for a while until she recovered enough to raise herself back up to a sitting position. She sighed as she swept her matted sweat-drenched hair from her forehead and looked at herself in the mirror of the vanity. She looked a mess, her blue hair tussled about wildly from the gavity of hanging from the edge of the stool, her face was still flushed, and her eyes were half closed and droopy. Soon they widened just a bit as Allison remembered what thoughts brought her to orgasm, the name she spoke as she released. "Oh no, oh nononononono!" She said as she covered her droopy ear tuffts in shame. She really was a fool. All that suppression was futile. She had already long passed that fragile line she'd set to keep herself at a distance from everything that would distract her while helping the princess. It was over she was ruined...

She had stupidly allowed herself to fully and completely fall for the Radio Demon.

To Be Continued...