The doors slide open and the two bones clack against each other. All the red crazies I share a world with turn my way. Some lick their lips at the god I carry over my shoulder, some scrunch their faces up. I bump into a succubus and she bounces away from me. "Hey!" I turn at her and growl, she realizes who I am and backs off.

The receptionist waves to me and I turn, "Turning one in yourself?" "Jenna? Where's Tams?" She slumps, "That workaholic dinosaur doesn't deserve to devour that piece of-" "You're just jealous you're stuck on desk duty." She shuts up, cups her chin and frowns, mumbling "Room 917" I slump- Shit, that means I gotta take the elevator, again.

At the elevator, it opens, gluttons waddle out, the bulky wraths push them over and they roll away, "Move out, you fat fucks!" I groan as Succubi inch out the doors, "Jenna's too sensitive for this job." "Yeah, worst succubus ever." They look up at me, eyes wide, then scurry out.

The smell of piss, body odor, shit, might as well be what newer demons mention, New York, was it? Wraths march towards the elevator and our eyes meet. They march faster and I crack my neck. They sprint, I smirk wide as it closes on them. "Take the stairs." One of them bangs against the doors. The elevator only makes a trip every so often. Newer demons claim it's every hour, whatever that is. The elevator speaks,

Ninth floor - Collection Ward

It opens and two Void Children stop me with their red skin, unnatural purple veins, They aren't demons, nor angels. They're just supersoldiers that'll kill us all when their numbers grow. Dirty maggots made from Lucifer's ungrateful bastard. But long live the bastard. Heh, it's gotta be short.

I smile at the thought, Demon King, Ursa! The 'Benevolent' Tyrant! They see who I am and make way, 917 sits over a door. Thank Lucifer Succubi don't age after 25 torture sessions. Newer demons really think we're gonna do a ball drop every four hundred Lunar Eclipses?

Tamslin turns as I open the door. She smiles and walks up, "Hey baby, back to have fun?" Despite her seductive smile, her eyes always seem so dull, bored, even when she's working her body. "Nope, I need a favor." She steps forward, "No, no! I am done paying off my debt! Go ahead and stick your soul collection up your ass." I plop down the Angel and she turns to him. When she sees his face, she freezes. I move to look at her face, her pupils dilated, her cheeks grow pink instead of red. What in the hell? Not anyone I brought in made her like this. Might as well have hearts for eyes! I smirk, Guess there's no reason to keep her down anymore, since I have what she really wants.

She stammers and sweats, "W-who is he?" I whisper in her ear as she breathes heavily. "If you do that, I'll drop your debt." "O-ok." She stares at him as I walk out and close the door. Enjoy, you hopeless romantic.

H-he's- I feel weak. Why? I don't understand it. I pick up my knife and nudge myself closer and sit down on the bed. I hug him, with the knife in hand, along his chest. You're too mesmerizing- I can't- I glide it across him and hearts fill my brain.