Time quickly passed, Alan spent his days preparing for a "grand adventure" where he would head for pentagram city to make a name for himself, maybe even become one of the Overlords of Hell.
Verosika was of course- less than enthused about this plan of his but after a few cuddling sessions and giving her a ring, the cute little succubus didn't object to his actions. Which leads into the current scene-
"So if this flame goes out- you'll be dead?"
Standing in the living room of the apartment, Verosika stared at a rainbow colored flame stored in a clear crystal container.
Alan shook his head as he replied, "No, if I die, that flame goes out- that's an eternal flame, no matter what happens it will continue to burn- so long as I'm still alive".
Hearing his words Verosika closed her eyes, she gave Alan a hug, her arms wrapped around him, the strength of her embrace was so strong that it was like she didn't want to let go.
But Verosika knew that she couldn't keep him there-
Alan was prideful, he didn't show it but ever since her album started to surge in popularity- he's been spending more time alone.
He even made a motorbike!
In the span of a week, Alan had created various items which he left all over the apartment, he gave her a ring and he even gave her another Tattoo- though it was far from an intimate space-
Alan had Tattooed his name on the soles of her feet…
He claimed that it was a mark of ownership, the gesture made Verosika fall even deeper.
But that was not the only thing Alan had done, he had given her various jewelry and even helped her "awaken" a power that could be channeled through the ring he had given her.
This allowed her to wield a power similar to his and the two even trained together for some time.
Now, the time had finally come for Alan to head for Pentagram City. He had prepared a plethora of tools and items, his goal? Become an Overlord, that simple…
Verosika did not want to let go though which forced Alan to use his secret technique-
Light kissing
Alan gave Verosika a barrage of kisses, from small pecks to longer smooches, he assaulted her with his lips which was the easiest way to weaken the lovestruck succubus.
This attack was highly effective as Verosika quickly let go of her embrace and returned fire-
The two were enveloped in a pink atmosphere as a "love war" started, unlike the one in Kaguya-sama though, this one actually involved physical interaction and a proper exchange of feelings.
Their war lasted for half an hour before Verosika lay on the couch, dishelved, her clothes in a mess as kiss and bite marks covered her body.
"Sorry babe, gotta hustle"
Alan said as he left Verosika in the room, the succubus did not move, she simply lay there… waiting.
The roar of Alan's engine echoed from the parking lot, she did not move, the engine remained idle- Alan had not yet left-
But after ten minutes, the engine roared to life once more, this time one could hear it move away. Alan was gone-
He did not leave forever, it was not a goodbye-
But…
"Why?"
Verosika said as she covered her eyes, her voice cracking as she felt her heart tighten.
She was a demon, a succubus, the demon of lust- for her to have "fallen in love" was not only a joke but also a shame she could not tell anyone yet-
Here she was, crying over her lover going out to- maybe die.
Alan did not leave her, but the thought of this being their last meeting pained her.
She understood Alan, she knew that he was going there to "be good enough for her".
Unlike Hellborn who had many ways to get power and influence, the sinners only had one path-
Conflict…
Alan was strong, Verosika was aware of that, but even then- the idea that he could end up becoming a slave to others or to die in the extermination…
That thought haunted her, and he had only left for a few minutes yet she was already devastated…
"Was it wrong to fall in love?"
She thought to herself but Alan's words echoed in her mind-
"I love you"
Those were all the words she needed, the affirmation that she was not wrong-
Her feelings were reciprocated and the man did more than just put his words into action-
"Stay alive bastard"
Verosika muttered in a hushed whisper as her silent sobs echoed in the dark apartment, the only light coming from the flickering rainbow flame.
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Alan drove at a speed that would make even the legendary Ghost Rider cry.
His motorbike was designed in copying the iconic Ghost Rider bike modeled from the Yamaha V-max. But unlike the ghost rider bike, Alan's bike which he lovingly called "Red" had armor plates.
This armored design was inspired by a certain blonde swordsman's Cuirassier, another modded V-max.
Some may call Alan out for his obsession with the V-max but he didn't care about those opinions. To Alan, the motorbike that was used in fiction multiple times, particularly in two of his favorite shows- no matter how bad it is in the eyes of others, for Alan, it was a legend.
Now, he rode it through hell, powered by Storm flames, the power he got from the cosmic slut-
'Now that I think about it… I need to fuck that bitch soon don't I?'
He recalled the deal he had with the cosmic bitch, in exchange for the Dying will flame energy (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) of a dead universe, the physique and power of an eldritch horror and the whole reincarnation thing. All of these "gift" were received in exchange for a fuck sesh with a pent up cosmic being…
'The first fuck gave me cosmic power which allowed me to easily get used to my current "gifts"... doesn't seem all that bad now that I think about it'
As his thoughts wandered, Alan felt a bump, crimson liquid flew pass him and those that nearly landed on him were burned to ashes-
"Huh?"
He turned to look but he saw nothing but a blurred landscape-
"Am I going too fast?"
He thought to himself as he activated Hyper Intuition- An ability that was born from the flames of the dead universe.
The ability came from a certain bloodline and it was carried on in their flames. These flames became the building blocks of Alan's powers which allowed him to integrate these various talents into his own body-
Though most of the integration was done by the cosmic slut, Alan still had to get himself used to it. So it wasn't all just a golden spoon-
Moreover, he had to pimp himself out for this!
'Yeah… not a golden spoon- this is a result of my hard work!'
Soon, Alan reached his destination, Pentagram City, the center of Hell.
The streets were teaming with sinners, hellborns and even some nobles.
Of course the princes who numbered seven would not be spotted, if they were present they would have had an entourage that would take up a whole fucking street.
Alan did not care about the weird orderly fashion in which the demons walked through the city though as his focus was quickly directed at the clock-
"97 days… a bit over three months…"
The time he spent with Verosika was not wasted on just mindless fucking, they also had some study sessions where he learned as much as he could from his demon slut.
Alan was aware of the significance of the clock and he took out his hellphone to check the latest news.
"Looks like Sinstagram still hasn't launched… could I use this?"
He recalled the image of a tv headed demon-
"I wanna be an overlord anyway, Alastor started hunting those shits the moment he arrived in hell, I've been here for… a month- I think? Anyway, I've had some time to acclimatize myself to the air, so it should be normal for me to cause a bit of chaos… right?"
Alan smiled, his bike burned in black flames disappearing from the spot. His body enveloped by indigo flames and his clothes transformed into a classy suit. Sporting a pair of black shades, his hair was slicked back and his horn shone with a crimson glow-
"Time to take over this joint"