Loved by Demons

Sleeping with the Enemy

Y/N's P.O.V

"Well, hot damn" I remark, glancing around the now finished re-re-modeled hotel interior.

Niffty and I stand just inside the back entrance, peering up at the cylindrical cutout in the ceiling. Imagine an open air circular stairway but take away the stairs and add in the fact that the rooms have been shaped accordingly. The very top is now a circle of stained glass, the entire length of the cutout lining up perfectly with the seal now imprinted on the floor on behalf of God. Aside from that, the front desk has been remade into two semicircles to allow for more than one person to be of service, working back to back, if necessary.

"It's amazing, isn't it?!" Charlie gushes, her and Vaggie standing near the remade desk and watching us look around, "Dad did such a great job with the place!"

"You're telling me!" Niffty exclaims, zipping around the room, "No messes or anything out of place! This really is such an improvement!"

"So, did you go through with what you were planning to do?" Vaggie asks me, her tone a bit lower than the others even after I walk up closer to her.

"I did, yes" I answer, Vaggie sighing and pinching her nose, "But before you get all pissed, let me reassure you that the second this power might pose a threat to anyone in this hotel, I'll leave faster than you can say 'princess of hell'."

"..It's not that I want you to leave" The moth demon bites her lip, "It's just that I worry, Y/N. I dislike Overlords the most out of all the evil pedazos de mierda down here. They're the most vile and corrupt sinners around here and the Radio Demon isn't even the nicest among those bunch. And someone like him, who offers something with no intent on explaining what he wants in return, is too risky of a person to trust."

"And I don't trust him" I confirm for her, "But he has his uses and in times of war, which Cherri, Angel, and myself are in, sometimes you have to try and pursue methods you wouldn't typically pursue, especially with who we're up against."

"Just..please tell me that you know what you're doing" Vaggie pouts sadly, "I don't want to see you get killed just because you got roped into this whole situation and are too loyal to them to just go along with whatever recklessness they cook up. I can't help but feel like sometimes your friends just run headfirst into situations that they can either only kill their way out of or can't escape from no matter how confident they are. Take this situation with Vox for example. Do those two even have a plan to stop him?"

"We do and it is rather simple" I tell her, crossing my arms, "The trick to defeating any enemy that has way more power than you is to weaken him immensely by either cutting off powerful allies that might come to his/her aid or destroying the places/people/things that attribute to his level of power."

I then grab a pen off the check-in desk with my new power from Alastor and make it hover in mid-air above my palm, Vaggie watching with slightly widened eyes.

"But another trick is to make it so that you become stronger as well, whether that means gaining an edge by seeking out allies yourselves or developing some news skills that are powerful enough to counter whatever the enemy can possibly throw at you" I continue, staring down at the floating pen before grabbing it with my opposite hand, "And once you have all of those, the enemy is vulnerable enough for you to attack head on and eliminate in one combined effort."

I emphasize by making a jabbing motion with the pen, Vaggie biting her lip in uneasiness as I make the pen go back to where it was on the desk.

"Just....take care of yourself, would you please?" The gray girl frowns, glancing up at me, "Can you promise me that much, if nothing else?"