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"So, how many children are interested in joining our dungeon?"
Asked a man with long green hair draped over his dark skin. His black horn made him more attractive, complementing his chiseled face and emerald eyes that glanced curiously at Ashtarot.
They were in the canteen for dungeon workers, specifically for the guardians of floors or head divisions. The place wasn't too crowded, with only a few people eating peacefully.
The canteen was pristine, from the tiles to the walls, everything in shades of white, including the chairs and tables.
The food was already being served by the canteen workers, and all the division heads could eat as much as they wanted since it was free.
Ashtarot looked at the coworker in front of him with irritation. He wanted to close the man's shirt, finding it inappropriate for work, but he ignored it and focused on eating his cheesecake in peace.
"Five children," he replied.
"Out of twenty-five?!" the man, jolted in his chair, shocked.
Moloch sighed. "You know him, Kirzin. He traumatized them with his antics," he said, poking a cherry tomato on his plate and eating it reluctantly.
Kirzin narrowed his eyes. "What antics?"
He then recounted everything: the chaos with Zaek, the missing children, the chimera that stabbed and shattered an ogre, and even the three-headed dragon sisters who always caused trouble.
Kirzin laughed heartily. "Man, I regret taking a day off. I should have been there to watch everything," he shaking his head as he started to eat the steak in front of him.
"It got worse, especially with the drawings they made before leaving the dungeon as mementos," Moloch handing the drawings to him.
Kirzin looked at the drawings, his eyes lighting up before he burst into laughter, hitting the table. "What the hell?! Why does Zaek look like that?"
He pointed at the drawing of an alien crying on the ground, which looked both pathetic and ugly.
Kirzin kept giggling as he examined another picture. He saw a chimera and a depiction of Ashtarot with a dark aura, black horns, and a giant fork—a typical demon drawing.
He then saw a picture of Moloch, who was illustrated as a pervert with big eyes, a blushing face, and panting in front of the terrified children.
"This picture of Moloch sums up your character perfectly. This kid is good," he said, waving the paper in front of Moloch, who looked pissed.
"I don't look like that!" Moloch clenched his fist. "Children are cruel. I even talked nicely and gave them candies," he said, covering his face in frustration.
Kirzin laughed even harder when he turned to the next page, nearly falling from his chair as his voice turned squeaky.
"What the hell?! Is this Ashtarot with a dick?! Why is it that big?" He laughed again and handed the picture to Ashtarot.
Ashtarot merely shrugged. "It's bigger."
"FOR REAL?!" Kirzin and Moloch screamed in unison, looking shocked and unable to believe what he said.
"Nah, that must be a lie. I am an incubus; I have the biggest dick," Kirzin said proudly, shaking his head.
"Huh? You fuck girls so much I bet your penis shrinks like an airless balloon," Moloch remarked. "I'm the biggest."
"You must be joking. Between the three of us, you have the smallest dick energy with all the children in your castle," Kirzin said, showing him his pinky.
Moloch's mouth fell open as he started to throw a tomato at him. "You asshole incubus don't understand the phase of a man of culture."
"So you admit you fuck them!" Kirzin took the tomato back and threw it at him.
Moloch, unable to accept what he was hearing, rose from his seat and jumped on him, causing them to fall to the ground
He grabbed Kirzin's long hair, yelling, "Take that back, you bastard! I'm just their adopted father!"
"Hey! Stop pulling it! I styled this hair for two hours this morning!" Kirzin held his hands, trying to tame him down.
"DIE! YOU WRETCH!" Moloch's face contorted in anger.
He loved his children dearly and never saw them as anything more than that! He headbutted Kirzin, causing his head to bleed.
"You son of a bitch! This is my precious face, you asshole!" Kirzin screamed in agony, trying to get away from Moloch.
Meanwhile, Ashtarot continued to enjoy his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin gracefully when he was done.
Rising from his seat, he approached his brawling coworkers, grabbed their horns, and screamed, "STOP FIGHTING! YOU ARE NOT IN KINDERGARTEN ANYMORE! HAVE SOME DIGNITY!" His voice echoed in their ears, freezing them in place.
Moloch was the first to fall to the ground, nearly fainting, while Kirzin lay there, still shocked, feeling his eardrums stinging so much he was sure they were damaged.
Ashtarot stood up, patted his hands, and adjusted his tux, tightening it. Every eye in the canteen was on them, and the onlookers covered their ears, whispering about the three musketeers who were always together but never got along.
This scene was all too familiar whenever they were around.
However, someone suddenly patted Ashtarot's shoulder. As he turned around, he saw a figure with long, straight red hair and red eyes.
This person wore a flower pin in their hair on the left side, and there were fox ears and a tail on their short black kimono.
The kimono's sleeves were longer than the front, revealing thighs adorned with a red chrysanthemum tattoo.
"Greetings, Mr. Ashtarot. I'm Inari, the new guardian of the 14th floor," the figure bowed, introducing themselves.
"I apologize for meeting you in such an inappropriate place and situation. Welcome to the Dungeon Noctis Babel, Inari. If you have any questions regarding your job, please feel free to ask me," Ashtarot said politely.
Meanwhile, Moloch and Kirzin had already stood up. Kirzin put his arm around Moloch's neck, whispering, "Who is that beautiful woman?"
Moloch shrugged, "Who knows? Ask Ashtarot. I'm not interested." He forcibly let go of Kirzin's arm and returned to his chair.
"Ck, you're no fun, Moloch. How come I don't have any friends to talk about women?" he sighed in disappointment, his eyes still eyeing the mysterious beautiful person.