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Oh Lucifer, please spare me. What is this, some kind of musical or something? Seriously, who just out of nowhere starts singing and dancing? No one, that's who! I once more managed to sneak my way towards the couch, watching Alastor dance with Charlie while Vaggie was sulking in the corner, probably because of how friendly the two were despite her warnings and the fact they have met like 10 minutes ago.

"We'll dress them up for now with just a smile~"

Did he just slap Vaggies ass or was that just my imagination?

"Show these simpletons some proper class and style~"

Yeah, because people with class smack women's ass all the time, right? Fucker. Suddenly, my train of thoughts was interrupted by a big explosion. The front door went flying, hitting poor Niffty right in the face. Whoever is trying to mess with us is in big trouble. We all peaked out at who this unwanted visitor was, only to see Sir Pentious.

"Ha! Well, well, well, look who it is harbouring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor~"

Damn, he's got some nerve. Does he actually plan to fight a party consisting of an overlord, princess of hell, Angeldust who is a prodigy of an overlord, another overlord's prodigy named Husker and Vaggie who's temper is unmatched? I know, I know, I forgot about myself and Niffty, but I just can't picture the little sweetheart being powerful and although I might not be the weakest, I definitely am not the fighting type.

"Do I know you?"

Alastor taunted the snake demon with a poisonous smile.

"Oh yes you do. And this time, I have the element or... SURPRISE!"

Some kind of weapon, a cannon maybe, aimed right at us and the hotel, charging. But apparently, you don't mess with overlords. A simple finger snap from Alastor along with those voodoo symbols floating around again, and the whole ship along with sir Pentious was destroyed. Damn, gotta keep in mind to not get on his bad side.

"Well, I'm starved, who wants some jambalaya?"

He switched back once again to his happy self, suddenly taking my hand and heading towards the hotels remains, droning off about his mother or what not. I tried to pry my hand out of his grasp unsuccessfully. What have we gotten ourselves into?