Verosika is secretly a nerd

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #650
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>Verosika's downfall was practically guaranteed
>whilst Hell would usually look the other way if one of it's spawns breached into the realm of the living, the whole transmutated fish and the many witnesses was something they couldn't pretend to ignore
>the scale of memory-augmentation, and the skilled operatives required caused enough of a stir for Heaven to get involved, and things got... Argumentative

>in the end, security footage on either sides would lay the blame on a group of imps and a Hellhound in disguise, and the associated Goetian prince would face heavy penalties to both his power and rank, while the lesser creatures became his indentured servants for the duration of their punishment

>still, they couldn't overlook the incubi and succubi's role in the whole ordeal
>the fine the record label was hit with was enough for them to break contract with the singer (especially when they found out that she was back on the juice again), claiming ownership to the meager album she'd managed to put out with them
>now unemployed and uninsured, and with little money in her account, the enraged popstar bounced around for awhile, avoiding the paparazzi, while her "friend group" slowly dispersed, each soon finding work, and returning to a life as normal as Hell would allow

>but not Verosika

>with her options (and what little money she had) running out, facing one label rejection after another, and with her addiction only deepening, she was in a freefall towards ruination


>sitting on the curb with her last, filthy suitcase of unwashed clothes, empty flask in hand, she sobbed quietly
>all she needed was the rain to complete the scene

>lo and behold, it began to fall
>but not on her
>the vaguely heard the sound of sliding canvas, but only after looking up did she see the umbrella, as the one holding it offered her a hand

>she couldn't believe it
>standing right in front of her, sheltering her from the rain, was...

Who was it?
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IT WAS BATMAN! HE CAME JUST IN TIME TO PICK HER UP AND TAKE HER TO HIS BATCAVE WHERE HE PROCEEDED TO SUGER DADDY HER TO KINGDOM COME!
t.Verosika please help I need a job
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>Verosika has a crush on a fictional character
>She knows he's not real but man if he was she would be all over him
>She will never ever be with her bad ass cold and calculated detective in a bat costume
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oh yeah and before I forget
>Verosika is secretly a nerd and reads comic books and manga
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Well, fuck, I guess it's Anon time.

>it was like a fucking fairy tale
>offering her a hand was no other than the Prince himself, with her blondie sister and company standing nearby
>the Royal Limousine had apparently pulled up to the shitty tenements without making much of a noise

>shaking slightly (and hoping she could blame it on the chilly air), she grabbed his hand, and was quickly pulled to her feet
>holy shit, he was even taller in real life - last she'd seen him, he was politely, but firmly telling that Killjoy bitch what-for on the news, defending his sister's idea of a "redemption hotel", and just beating the shit out of Katie's ego with facts and logic (and, presumably, info nabbed from her personal files that he, as royalty, may have been privy to)
>...that, unfortunately, still didn't make him any taller than Killjoy herself, and the succubus found her horns caught in the canopy of the umbrella
>the Princess chuckled, as Anon awkwardly lifted it higher, before pointedly asking the former popstar:

"Ya like mangas?"

>Verosika blinked
>"...Yeah? I-I like comics, in general..."
>Anon smiled, nodding to himself

"Would you like to come with me? I can offer you a home to stay, three square meals a day..."

>glancing down to her hands, his smile faded, and he motioned towards the flask

"But the juice has to go."

>without a thought, she tossed it as far away as she could muster, landing the metal canister in a nearby dumpster

"Nice throw."

>Satan, he had her blushing
>blushing!

"Lemme get that for ya."

>and he picked up her suitcase with ease, and began to lead her to the limousine


>inside was a crowd
>besides Princess Charlotte and her consort (a woman named Vaggie), there was the former pornstar, Angel Dust (apparently, the first patient of the Princess' rehab hotel), two imps the succubus could vaguely recognize (one looking at her with a mixture of disdain and suspicion, the other smiling, but clearly on edge)
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>and besides them, a purple-skinned, imp-like sinner, who would just sat there, awkward and out of place
>as soon as the door closed, they were off - the damn thing ran like a dream, and there was little noise (aside from the spider-like sinner's meddling with the electric shade hiding the driver's seat - revealing a tiny baphomet-like demon at the wheel -, but a sharp glare from Vaggie stopped him), allowing Charlie to explain their sudden appearance
>apparently, the paparazzi did catch up to her

>"...Which is why I'm now inviting you to the Happy Hotel!" she finished
>Verosika had her doubts
>"I thought that was for sinners only..." she murmured
>"Not necessarily." Vaggie replied "We also offer help to anyone in need of food, shelter, or support."
>noticing the gleam in the succubus' eyes, she quickly added:
>"...NOT financial one." she said, sternly "Besides, I wouldn't trust an addict who've yet to even BEGUN recovering with money."
>as Charlie softly scolded her love, Verosika pouted
>"I can kick it whenever I want." she said, matter-of-factly
>but the looks she'd gotten didn't really inspire her
>"...What are my other options?"

>Charlie bit her lip, and Vaggie glared
>meanwhile, a sardonic grin spread wide on Angel's face, and the two imps - Moxxie and Millie - exchanged looks
>the other sinner - Mayberry - fidgeted a bit, whilst Anon remained stoic

>"Your ONLY other option..." Vaggie began, sullenly "Is to--"
>"Ya get'a added to tha Prince's harem." Angel finished, flatly


>the succubus blinked
>was he...?
>were they serious?
>both imps and the Prince remained pokerfaced, whilst Mayberry avoided her look, blushing slightly
>was she in on--?
>no
>was she PART of it?!

"While I would prefer that you'd take Charlie's offer..."
>Anon began
"If you agree, you could become a member of my... "Entourage" instead."

>Satan, he WAS serious!

"It's similar to her option..."
>the Prince went on
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"Same deal, really... EXCEPT you wouldn't be receiving professional help!"
>he quickly added, after the moth-like sinner gave him the stinkeye as well
>damn, that woman possessed some power!

>"...Who would I be sharing you with?" she asked
"Oh, you wouldn't just be sharing me. It's fairly interconnected."
>Anon explained
"If the others consent..."

>oh
>so she'd have options
>not that the Prince himself wasn't good - he really seemed to take after his mother
>...Who was the Queen of all Succubi and Incubi
>ergo, her boss

>holy shit, was she getting a promotion?
>she wasn't even IN the profession - she was a singer, not a...
>...
>well...
>she guessed she was, now...

"Anyways, as for the others..."
>the Prince continued
"There's Ms. Mayberry..."
>and he motioned towards the purple-skinned sinner, who gave her a sheepish wave
"Moxxie and Millie..."
>the imp narrowed his eyes, but gave her a nod, while the impette smiled sweetly
>"And then, there's Nix and Ker. You'd get to meet them later... Oh, and there's also... Martha..."

>a frown ran through Mayberry's face...
>...accompanied by a mordant, lecherous smirk


>however, something clicked for the succubus
>"Hey... Aren't these two...?" and she pointed at the imp couple
>"Servants of Stolas?" Vaggie asked "Not anymore..."
>"For some reason, my brother decided that they should spend their sentence in HIS service..." Charlie murmured "For some reason... Nonny, why did you ask for them, anyway?"

>the expression, or rather, shadow of an expression, that ran through Anon's face, was...
>hard to place, really
>a look of incredulousness, mixed with the type of unadulterated terror one feels when facing the Abyss
>it was only there for less than a second
>but it spooked her

"...Some reasons."
>the Prince replied, hastily
>it didn't seem to sate his sister's curiosity, but she didn't press any further
>on the other hand, both Millie and Mayberry, laid an hand on his knees, as if to soothe him
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>"So, what'll it be?"
>Angel's question snapped Verosika out of her observations
>she had a decision to make

>go to the Princess' hotel, get off the Beelzejuice for good, and...?
>where to, then?
>her career was over, her songs forgotten, and her crew dispersed
>she had nowhere to go

>the other option: she becomes one of the Prince's many lovers...
>...and a lover of many, as it seemed
>food, shelter...
>they'll probably have her do SOMETHING around the castle, if only to give her an official excuse to be there...
>...or fuck it, why would they?! She'll be living in a CASTLE! As one of the Prince's PERSONAL harem!
>who'd dare to diss them?!

>laying a hand on Anon's, she looked him deep within they eyes, and spoke softly
>"It would be an honor to join your side, your majesty."
>Anon smiled, sheepishly
"Please... Just call me Anon, then..."

>Vaggie rolled her eyes, whilst Angel snickered
>Charlie, though disappointed, still gave her a happy smile
>and speaking of smiles, Millie gave a broad one to her husband, who, though clearly skeptical, soon reciprocated it
>and Ms. Mayberry just gave her a warm smile of her own

>it was precisely that warmness that snapped her out of her scheming
>that feeling of warmth, that made her forget all the gloating she was planning to do over Blitzo, should they ever meet
>it was a feeling she rarely experienced
>one that would accompany her, from now on


>acceptance