Challenge: 300 power Stones
Hello Infadels...If you guys can reach 300 power stones when this chapter drops, not only will I do a mass release of 4 more chapters, but I'll give you the titles for the next 5 chapters.
Think you're up to it, I don't think you are. Prove me wrong.
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(A side story...)
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Verosika Mayday staggered out of the hell elevator, a little buzzed but feeling a lot happier than she had a few hours prior.
She stumbled into her apartment, tossing her jacket onto a chair. A crinkling sound caught her attention, and she fished out the letter that had slipped from her pocket. Her eyes widened with excitement as she read it again, confirming it wasn't a hallucination.
Tucker had been a godsend. Not only did he provide food, money, and shelter for her, but he also handed her a golden ticket to stardom: an invitation from Valentina herself.
She couldn't believe her luck. The logo of Valentina's record label glimmered on the letter, teasing her with promises of fame and fortune.
"Oh my Hell, this is it!" she exclaimed, licking her lips as she imagined the luxurious life ahead. She was about to become Valentina's protégé! "Tucker, you sneaky fox, what else are you hiding?" she mused aloud, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Whooooooooooooooo!!!! Suck on a barbwired cock blitzo." She screamed in joy, but even then just saying his name irked her to no end.
Verosika poured herself a drink, raising it in a toast to her new benefactor. "To Tucker, and me, the soon-to-be biggest star in Hell!" She downed the drink in one gulp, feeling the burn of the alcohol.
"AH, that hit the spot, but im running out of cheap booze, I'll head over to the store tomorrow to get some more." She thought as she downed another shot.
Her thoughts drifted back to Tucker. There was something about him that intrigued her beyond his disposition. He was mysterious, charming, and undeniably sexy. She could still feel his touch lingering on her skin, and the thought sent shivers down her spine. She needed another drink.
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Hours quickly passed, and Verosika's apartment was littered with empty bottles.
She was well past tipsy, teetering on the edge of blackout drunk. She danced around her apartment, imagining herself on stage with Valentina. Her laughter echoed through the walls as she sang off-key, stumbling over her own feet.
"Who needs an ex-boyfriend when I have… this!" she shouted, waving the letter in the air. She tripped over a chair, falling onto her couch with a giggle. Her eyes caught sight of her reflection in a nearby mirror, and she blew herself a kiss.
"Still got it," she slurred, winking at her reflection.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the kitchen. Verosika jumped, knocking over a lamp in the process. "What the Hell was that?" she muttered, struggling to her feet.
She staggered into the kitchen to find a bottle of alcohol had shattered on the floor. "Oops," she giggled, bending down to pick up the shards.
As she did, her tail knocked over another bottle, which spilt its contents onto the floor. The liquid quickly spread, mingling with the broken glass. "Great, just great," she grumbled, trying to mop it up with a towel.
In her drunken state, she decided to throw the shards and the towel out the window. She opened the window and carelessly tossed the whole mess out. Unbeknownst to her, the glass shards hit a passing imp on the head.
"Ow! What the Hell?" the imp shouted, looking up and shaking his fist. Verosika paid no mind, laughing to herself as she leaned too far out the window and knocked over a flower pot. The pot plummeted, hitting a street vendor's cart below, causing it to collapse.
"What in the seven rings?!" the vendor screamed as fruit and vegetables scattered everywhere.
A nearby demon, trying to avoid the rolling produce, tripped and fell into a streetlight, which sparked and short-circuited. The demon stumbled up, glaring at the mess. "Who's responsible for this?"
As the streetlight short-circuited, sparks flew, hitting a pile of cardboard boxes next to a dumpster.
The boxes quickly caught fire, the flames spreading rapidly to the surrounding area. A gust of wind fanned the flames, pushing them towards a nearby power transformer.
Meanwhile, Verosika, oblivious to the chaos outside, sauntered back to her living room.
She felt a sudden chill and decided to light a candle for some warmth. In her drunken state, she misjudged the distance and knocked the candle over onto her carpet. She quickly grabbed it and placed it back on the table, not noticing the small burn mark it left behind.
Outside, the fire had reached the power transformer. It exploded in a shower of sparks, causing a massive blackout that plunged the entire Ring of Pride into darkness.
Streetlights flickered out, and the once-bustling streets fell into disarray. The fire continued to spread, fueled by the debris and flammable materials in the alley.
Down on the street, the fire had attracted the attention of the local fire brigade. Demons in firefighter gear rushed to the scene, trying to contain the blaze. The commotion caused a traffic jam, with demons honking and shouting in frustration.
One particularly annoyed demon leaned out of his car window, shaking his fist. "Can't you idiots move any faster?"
"Hey, I'm trying to get to work!" another demon yelled.
As the firefighters battled the flames, the building's residents poured into the streets, adding to the chaos.
People were shouting, pushing, and shoving, trying to get away from the spreading fire. The blackout only made things worse, with demons tripping over each other in the dark.
Meanwhile, Verosika, the proprietor of said Panic and destruction, was lazily snoring on her couch, with a bag of Lays potatoes in one hand and a bottle of Beetlejuice in the other.
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[The next morning - Location: Lust Ring]
"Ugh, fuck my head; I feel like I've been face fucked by a truck." Verosika groaned in pain, experiencing the all too familiar feeling of a hangover.
Verosika woke up face down on her apartment floor, her head pounding.
She groaned, rolling over and rubbing her temples. "What happened last night?" she muttered, trying to piece together her fragmented memories.
She slowly sat up, her eyes widening as she took in the charred remains of her apartment. "Oh no," she whispered, realizing the extent of the damage. "What did I do?"
She stumbled to her feet, looking out the window to see the entire block in ruins.
The blackout stretched as far as she could see, and the smell of smoke lingered in the air. She physical cringed, and slowly closed her window.
Like a wise turtle once said.
'There are no accidents...'