Lust Meets Wrath

Another Day?

Being full-grown and only three feet tall must have been Lucifer's fucking joke on her existence. She stood on a stool, checking out items and bagging them at the local store. Pet store clerk, one of three on the shift aside from the manager, butcher and two stockers. Animals and food for them among other things. She was hired because no one else applied and she stayed because it was a steady job. 

It allowed her to get an apartment and keep it. It wasn't big and the bathroom sink never worked right but it was better than living in Lust Ring with her mother. Pride had a lot of customers, so they made a fair amount of money. 

Tail swaying she looked at her phone. Harvest day in Wrath, they had a festival every year. Just another day to her, but Wrath imps always got excited and posted a shit ton of videos on that day. Helltube and Sinstigram would blow up with pictures and videos alike about Havest Fest for nearly a week. 

This year was no exception and in between customers and sweeping the floor she scrolled through Sinstigram pictures. Most were fresh pictures of the event as it happened, she'd look at Helltube later for the videos. One imp in particular seemed to be the main subject of this year. Some fresh face cowboy with a mustache and snake like features.  She was intrigued. She'd have to see the videos later for sure. He.. was kinda hot.. kinda really hot. 

Shaking herself as someone cleared their throat she put her phone away and smiled sheepishly at the incubus buying food for his Slothrats. "Sorry sir, I was looking at images from Harvest Fest in Wrath." 

"Oh.. that was today! Fuck I missed it, looks like I'll have to catch it on Helltube later." He groaned.

"Haha yeah, the images on Sinstigram prolly don't do it justice."

"Ugh, they never do... was suppose to actually go this year. I thought it was tomorrow."

She shrugged taking his cash and handing him the bag of food. "Maybe next year." She assured him

"I'll have to set a reminder." He chuckled taking the bag and his change. "Thank you ma'am. You have a good evening." 

She nodded some, "You as well!" Her smile reflecting her good mood. 

Her shift ended and she walked home, groaning a little. She wished to Satan she had a car or something. She didn't trust taxis around here, the drivers were mostly perverts. The buses weren't much better.  So she walked, tail swaying as she scrolled through the the Harvest Fest tag on Helltube. Pushing play on a video of this Striker fellow singing. 

"Sweet victory..."

She physically stopped and looked at her phone, listening to the song and watching him . His voice... it was... gorgeous. Deep but melodic. 

"Yer too kind..."

She played that part again and heard the hiss and rasp in his voice. His voice was deep, guttural almost and the way he interacted with the crowd. The wink the gestures. What a fucking charmer. 

"Well fuck..." she said and put her phone away walking home. "Dammit, no.. you can't have a crush on a guy you don't fucking know and have only seen video of, that's fucking stupid." She chided herself all the way home. 

Lena unlocked her door and stepped inside, locking it behind her. Tail swaying she tossed her backpack on the couch, keys dropped in the black dish at the center of the coffee table. She went to her room and changed to her lounge clothes. An oversized purple and pink tyedye t-shirt and some black shorts. Tail swaying she went to couch and lazed, watching videos on her phone from the festival. The tug of war, the wrestling, the hogtying event. Good lord that Striker certainly could hold his own. 

"Well it's just a crush, not like I'll ever see him. Damn though... he's kinda hot..." she uttered and put her hellphone on the charger. Heading to bed.

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"Well lil' lady how 'bout ah tie ya up?"

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She jolted awake and took a deep breath looking to the clock. Three in the morning, ugh fuck. She went to the bathroom and groaned. "Stupid brain. It's never gonna happen so shut up." She sighed then washed her hands and went back to bed.