17 Chapter 17: The return of Hammerstein!!!
The song playing: How to Be a Heartbreaker: by MARINA!!!!
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High above the darkened skies of Cacti City stadium, a war blimp loomed ominously in the clouds above.
Its interior was a hive of activity, bustling with over a hundred loan sharks and aquatic demons rushing about in preparation.
At the heart of this aerial fortress stood a familiar figure, the shark demon Hammerstein.
A sly smile played on his lips as he idly toyed with a set of metallic Baoding balls, he looked no worse for wear, as his underlings did their jobs.
After his failed attempt to kidnap Valentina, Hammerstein had lain low, nursing the grave injuries that had nearly ended him.
On that day when Valentina had Impaled him, was thankfully not his last. You don't just become one of the biggest loan sharks in hell without having a few tricks up your sleeve.
His demonic essence had clung to existence, salvaging itself through a magical spell extracted from the ashes of a burned-up grimoire.
This spell had a peculiar side effect: it rendered a month's worth of memories hazy, leaving Hammerstein to piece together the fragments of his humiliation and fuel his desire for vengeance against Valentina.
His crew, a motley collection of shark demons, operated the blimp with haste, ensuring everything was set for Hammerstein's plan.
They reported to him that operations were running at full capacity, their eyes glued to the concert below.
Hammerstein, smiled with a toothy grin, as he slowly stood up, walking past his fishy men, his footsteps creaking under the floor with each step he took.
Finally, he made it to the smudged glass panel that showed the whole scene below, with thousands of demons cheering.
"That two-timing, bastard Finnley betrayed me...he decided to take my money and by this tacky stadium, well...it would be rude of me not to leave him a gift would it not."
"Tonight, we'll teach him and anyone dumb enough to cross me the ultimate lesson. As the concert reaches its peak, we'll strike, reducing his beloved stadium to rubble," he declared with a menacing chuckle.
His underlings voiced their admiration, except for one less obtuse shark who lamented.
"But I wanted Miss Verosika's autograph."
"..."
Jeff wasn't the smartest shark in the pond.
His complaint was swiftly silenced by a metal ball to the face, Hammerstein's frustration erupting in a tirade, "Focus you buffons! Get the weapons ready, and make sure our ground team is in position!"
The sharks nodded while two others took the unconscious one away.
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Meanwhile, back at the stadium, abrupt darkness enveloped the crowd, a momentary silence falling over the spectators before smoke and vibrant pink lights heralded the arrival of the night's most anticipated singer.
Verosika Mayday, a vision of allure and lust, stepped into the spotlight, her presence commanding the adoration of thousands.
Verosika's appearance was nothing short of captivating.
Her hot pink skin, adorned with a heart-shaped beauty mark and tattoos that spoke of love, contrasted strikingly against her black-tipped horns and bat-like wings.
Her eyes, framed by thick, extended lashes, scanned the crowd with a playful daring, her long ombre-white hair flowing behind her like a flag of rebellion.
As she waved and blew kisses to the crowd, a collective swoon rippled through the stadium.
" She looked at me!!! She knows I exist!!!
"Fuck me Verosika!!!!!
"I want to have your babies."
"I'm just here for the free hotdogs."
The crowd was alive, with both fans and freaks alike, but that's what you get when you live in hell.
Verosika's voice, rich with excitement, rallied the audience, "Are you ready to make this a night to regret?"
The response was deafening, a unified roar of anticipation that even drew cheers from Ruby and Amethyst, who were caught up in the sheer magnetism of the moment.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Verosika produced a bottle of Beelzejuice, the notorious drink known to kickstart any party.
"Let's get this crazy bitching night started then, DJ!!! Hit that shit!" she exclaimed, uncapping the bottle as one of her hit songs began to play, its beats syncing perfectly with the pulse of the crowd.
Guitars strummed and the crowd bobbed their heads as Verosika took a deep and steady breath.
Rule number one is that you gotta have fun
But, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run🎵
She danced on stage while walking past the demons in the front row, she winked at them before looking at one of the cameras.
She lifted her delicate long fingers and lifted two of them...
Rule number two, just don't get attached to
Somebody you could lose
So le-let me tell you
As the beat was about to drop, Verosika looked to the crowd and pointed her microphone to them.
This is how to be a heartbreaker🎵🎶
Boys they like a little danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
The whole stadium chanted in unison with her as they sang the next lines of the song.
Tucker listening carefully closed his eyes, he didn't really care for the performance but her voice instead.
How to be a Heartbreaker
Boys they like the look of danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger
A player, singing I lo-lo-love you
At least I think I do🎶
'Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you
She said pointing to the crowd, as the next line came she lifted three fingers, and then pointed to the back small heart just below her right eye.
Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek, But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat🎵
Though those lines might be a bit hypercritical considering the tattoo on her sleeve, this song wasn't about Blitzo, she just found the lyrics to suit the song, that's all.
Rule number four, gotta be looking pure
Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more, more, more...🎶
This is how to be a heartbreaker!!!!🎵
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As the music filled the air, Verosika's performance captivated every demon in attendance, her energy infectious, as the crowd went wild, some could even be seen fucking in the middle of the song.
Well, that's what you get when a Succubus performs, though they could hold off their charm, they dont most of the time, being proud of how sexy and irresistible everyone found them.
Ruby and Amethyst, lost in the euphoria of the music, danced and sang along, the earlier confrontation and frustrations forgotten as they enjoyed themselves.
Unseen above, the war blimp hovered.
Hammerstein, with his crew at the ready, waited for the perfect moment to strike.
His vendetta against the stadium's owner was about to reach its destructive climax, as Verosika's voice continued to soar over the crowd.
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Blitzo, perched high above the concert crowd with his sniper rifle, scanned the area with a look of sheer boredom.
His job often required such watchfulness, but tonight, the monotony was getting to him.
That was until a fug ugly Imp demon attempted a foolish stunt near the stage.
With a swift shot that landed just inches from the would-be intruder's dick, Blitzo couldn't help but chuckle. "Not on my watch, fuck stain," he muttered under his breath, more entertained by his own intervention than the ongoing concert his girlfriend was performing in.
However, his amusement quickly faded as his thoughts drifted to Verosika, her tear-streaked face flashed in his mind as he had come back last night and wouldn't leave his mind.
He pondered deeply, the image of her vulnerable state.
His thoughts however were abruptly interrupted by a snippet of conversation from below. "...and then they just cancelled. A hundred fucking horse riding lessons, poof, gone!" someone lamented.
Blitzo's ears perked up at the mention of horses, a subject that oddly fascinated him...no...fascination was too lax a word, more like a borderline obsession.
"Horses!!! Riding lessons..."
Sliding down to confront the source of the chatter, Blitzo lande... fell face-first right behind a jittery imp who was visibly shaken by his sudden appearance.
"Start from the top. What's this about horse riding lessons?" Blitzo demanded.
The imp, caught off guard by the demon assassin's direct approach, quickly spilled the beans. "We—we were about to launch horse riding classes, see? But our first client ditched, and now we're strapped for cash," the southern wrath imp explained, the desperation clear in his voice.
Blitzo's demeanour shifted from menacing to intrigued in a heartbeat. "Horse riding, huh? How much mullah are we talking about, and when's the first lesson?" he asked, the gears in his mind already turning with possibilities.
"Tomorrow morning," the imp replied, hope flickering in his eyes as he quoted the price. The thought of salvaging the situation seemed to breathe new life into him.
The grin that spread across Blitzo's face was nothing short of sinister, yet it bore a hint of genuine excitement, the southern imp could have sworn he saw hearts in his eyes.
"You've got yourself a deal. I'll be your first—and best—client. Payment on the day, and dont you dare fucking back out or I will fuck you." he declared, already picturing himself in the saddle, galloping through Hell's landscapes.
"Ummm, I think the saying is fuck you up...which one did you mean to say!!!"
"Yes!!!"
That didn't answer his question, and now the imp was both scared for his life and his holes.
But nevertheless, he was overjoyed and somewhat bewildered by this turn of fortune, he provided Blitzo with all the necessary details, before leaving to who the fuck cares.
As the imp walked away, Blitzo was dreaming about riding a real fucking horse, not a fake one but a real one.
Though the question now was, where was he going to get the money...." WE LOVE YOU VEROSIKA."
Verosika?...VEROSIKA!!!...that was it. A fucked up idea slowly formed in Blitzo's head, as he ignored the weird discomfort he was feeling in his chest.
