The rusty elevator creaked under their weight as it groaned upward, groaning like it resented every inch of movement. Inside, the air was stale—thick with musk and perfume. The demoness stood in front of them, her hips swaying hypnotically with each slight shift in her weight.
Every step she took, every movement of her shoulder brushing against theirs—it all felt choreographed to raise heartbeats. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she ran a long, pointed fingernail down Danny's jawline. His breath hitched. Her eyelids fluttered slowly as she looked back at them—playful, predatory.
When the elevator doors finally clanked open, it felt like being released from a pressure cooker.
She led them down a dim hallway bathed in pink neon, her heels clicking in rhythm like a countdown to doom. The boys exchanged one last nervous glance as she opened the door to her room.
Inside, the room was soaked in sensuality—dim red lights, satin sheets, and a bed too large for comfort. She turned toward them, eyes half-lidded with lust.
"You boys... you're virgins, aren't you?" she asked, her voice a seductive melody.
Danny and Samuel both nodded automatically, as if hypnotized.
She smiled devilishly and began unzipping her leather top slowly, deliberately. Inch by inch, her bare skin revealed itself, and Danny felt like his heart was going to explode. Samuel's throat dried up.
Danny's inner monologue was a silent scream. This is it. I'm gonna die before I even lose it!
Then came the mechanical voice in their heads.
"10 seconds remaining from 15-minute masking interval."
Samuel jolted. "Stop!" he yelped, voice cracking.
The demoness raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Oh? Are you shy to see what's behind this annoying slick?" she purred, tugging her top down slightly more.
"No, no—it's just..." Samuel reached for a can. "We need energy!"
Danny caught on fast, faking a stretch. "Yeah. We're, uh, low on stamina. You know... first time nerves."
Samuel cracked open the Himalayan Salt Energy Drink and passed one to Danny. They both took a massive gulp.
The demoness' nose wrinkled. Her seductive aura flickered for a moment. "I hate the smell of that drink," she muttered, trying to maintain her poise.
She took a deep breath. "Alright, boys. Why don't you take a quick shower first?"
Danny blinked. "Shower?"
"Mm-hmm," she cooed, stepping back. "I like my men fresh and clean." But in reality, the salt aura was burning into her senses.
She licked her lips and refocused her gaze. "Or... you could strip right here and let me watch. I love seeing hot boys getting wet."
Her eyes locked on Danny. He froze as her voice thickened with supernatural compulsion.
"Come, love. Take off your jacket."
Danny's hand moved on its own.
But the moment he peeled off his jacket, her gaze fell upon the shimmering Hell Order bracelet.
Everything changed.
Her seductive smile shattered.
"What is THAT?!" she hissed, stepping back in alarm. "Who are you?! Why do you have that bracelet?!"
The boys exchanged alarmed glances.
Danny gasped. "Wait—you know about this? Damn it, we shouldn't have exposed the bracelet!"
Samuel nodded. "Mental note: bracelets stay hidden from now on."
The demoness's face twisted into rage. Her voice dropped several octaves. "Who the HELL are you? Are you the new enforcers of the Hell Order?!"
Dark tendrils of shadow erupted from her back. Her body convulsed as her limbs elongated, eyes glowing crimson. Her seductive facade melted into a monstrous form. Her teeth grew jagged like a predator's.
In the blink of an eye, she lunged.
With a sickening screech, she grabbed both boys by their necks and lifted them into the air like rag dolls.
Danny kicked frantically. "SAMUEL, DO SOMETHING!"
Samuel's brain scrambled. Then—instinct. His eyes burned as a chant echoed in his head. He focused and extended his arm. The bracelet responded, glowing bright. Symbols pulsed from it.
A gate formed beneath the demoness—black, swirling, ancient.
The Hell Gate.
The demoness shrieked, her grip tightening. Her mouth opened wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth. She pulled Danny toward her, saliva dripping from her fangs.
Danny gagged as the stench of death washed over him. And then—
BLEARGHH!
He vomited directly onto her face.
The salt-laced energy drink hit like holy acid. Her skin sizzled, smoke rising as she screamed and dropped them both.
"MY FACE! YOU DISGUSTING MORTAL!!" she shrieked.
Danny hit the floor with a thud. "That wasn't planned!"
Samuel recovered faster, channeling energy into the Hell Gate chant. "O keeper of flames, drag the wicked soul home!"
The portal beneath the demoness surged with black flame.
The demoness snarled and tried to leap away—but Danny, despite everything, stood up with fire in his eyes.
"Let's end this!"
He touched his bracelet. A pulse of black light surged outward, forming into a long, sleek black sword in his hand.
Danny charged like a man possessed.
The demoness roared, swinging at him with claws that cut the air. Danny dodged, feeling one swipe graze his shoulder. He grit his teeth and slashed back—once, twice—his blade colliding with supernatural force.
The demoness shrieked and flailed, lashing the walls with her shadow tendrils. Mirrors shattered. Furniture flew. The room pulsed with infernal energy.
Samuel kept chanting, blood trickling from his nose as the gate pulled harder. "Just a bit more!"
Danny leapt up, using the bed frame as a springboard, and plunged the sword into her shoulder. The demoness screamed in agony.
Samuel hurled another energy drink. "Use it! Quick!"
Danny caught it mid-air, popped the top, and sprayed the drink directly onto the wound.
Steam erupted. The demoness fell backward, convulsing.
A soul—a writhing, black, serpent-like essence—was yanked out of her chest, sucked into the hell gate below.
With one final shriek, the demoness collapsed, unconscious.
The room went silent.
The portal sealed.
The boys stood there, panting, bruised, salty, and victorious.
Danny leaned against the wall, sword still in hand. "I'm never drinking that stuff again."
Samuel laughed weakly. "That vomit attack... might be your new special move."
Danny groaned. "Shut up."
The boys exchanged a victorious glance. For a moment, they were thrilled—fist-bumping quietly in triumph.
But they had no idea what they had just triggered.
Across the entire building, every single Blissbinder froze.
Whether lounging on beds, whispering in ears, or closing deals in dim hallways—they all turned their heads toward the source of the banishment. Their eyes narrowed. Smiles disappeared.
A low, unified growl rumbled from the depths of the building like a storm brewing.
On the top floor, behind a velvet curtain, a pair of crimson eyes snapped open.
"How dare an enforcer enter my territory?"
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"Salty, Sweaty, and Nasty.
Now it's time for a hormonal rush.
Stay tuned."