ONGOING REVAMP VERSION: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388752424?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=UnknownDreamsOfLife
(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader)
"For I know the plans I hav...
Some of the men inside the bar were currently chatting away, taking a break from their usual spars inside, while many were watching a fight inside. We see Y/N entering inside, many demons greeting him as he arrives to talk with Ties along with Pierce.
"Welcome back, The Saint." Ties said, sliding him a glass of water for free, while Pierce fist bumped him.
"Up for another duel?" Pierce asked.
"Why not? Just give me a bit to get ready, since I had some problems a few days ago. " Y/N said, sipping his cup.
"Hm? And what was that?" Ties raised an eyebrow.
"You see...I was at some agency that kidnapped me, and-"
"I'm looking for Y/N!" A voice cried out at the entrance of the bar, gaining the attention of everyone inside.
Turning to the caller, it was revealed to be Striker, waiting for the priest. Y/N made direct eye contact with her, sealing his fate.
"Well howdy once more! I know we had our problems back at the ranch..." Striker slowly walked up to Y/N, who seemed to be quite nervous.
"Hell, took me a bit just to track you here, besides, I'm just takin' a break off from that blueblood. What's with the looks around me?" She asked, leaning on the priest as everyone was staring at her intrusion.
"...Uh, we don't get a lot of females coming here." Y/N said, getting a nudge by Pierce.
"Pfft! Y'all must be balled up just seeing a glance of me!" Striker chuckled.
"Well then...if you like a drink, then you have to duel someone for it." Ties said, going back to work.
"Hey sweetie, tell you what. If I beat "Y/N" over here, I'll give my drink for ya~" A demon nicknamed Rust tried to score the cowgirl.
"No thanks, i'll just duel you instead." Striker stated, making the bar surprised by the confidence she has.
"Rust, I don't think it's worth it-"
"Nonsense! I like a gal in charge~" Rust interrupted the worried Y/N, heading towards the middle, ready for the fight.
Striker shrugged as she walked up to him, a hand on her hip as she sways to the opposite side of Rust. Y/N started praying, knowing this'll most likely end horribly.
"Ready, lady?" Rust asked, confident while raising his fists.
"Mhm." She replied, not even getting in a fighting stance.
Rust quickly ran at her, charging a punch. Unfortunately, Striker weaved the strike and followed up with sweep to his legs using her tail. Once Rust down on the ground, his face on the floor, Striker grabbed his hair and slammed it multiple times onto the ground, knocking him out fully. The bar was going crazy after that move, some were even having sympathy pain.
"Too easy, hand me my drink!" Striker said, walking up to the bartender with a grin on her face.
Ties shrugged, sliding her a shot, which she easily drank.
"Now, who isn't a yellow-belly to face me!" She called out, some of the demons slowly backing off.
"...Alright." Y/N stood up for the bar, unafraid.
"There we go! Y'know you want that rematch, darlin'~" Striker exclaimed as she heads back to the middle, but this time she was in a fighting stance.
Y/N stood silent once he arrived in the middle, getting in a stance also.
"Good luck, Saint!" A triangular demon named Jaeden said.
Both Striker and Y/N had eyes of sheer will, ready to fight. The two immediately ran up to each other, throwing blows. Y/N goes for a elbow strike to the jaw, while Striker went for the liver.
Both moves connected, the two fighters backing off to quickly wince. They quickly went back to their duel, giving more flurry of attacks at each other.
Striker managed to cut Y/N with her tail, and quickly head-butted him down. Striker was suddenly kicked by Y/N, who kipped up.
Y/N's eyes had a glint of both red and white slightly, gaining more speed and ferocity in his attacks. He threw a barrage of fists, making Striker on the defensive side.
Striker countered with a kick to the gut to back him off. The cowgirl went for another kick to his hip. Luckily, our priest caught the strike, and almost finished the fight off by slamming his foot onto her knee.
Y/N stopped midway through the attack, knowing it isn't worth it. The priest let go of her, stopping the fight.
"Why'd ya stop?" Striker tilted her head.
"Too much for just a fight." Y/N simply said, walking back to the counter while the bar was still in awe after the fight.
"Hm. Knew damn well that you were the one, darlin." She said, putting her arms around his neck.
Ties handed the two their drinks, which the two drunk up once more.
"This place isn't bad at all, y'know! In fact, I might even come here more often each time." Striker admired, while Y/N was still stern.
"...I suppose you're still going after Stola?" Y/N asked.
"Of course, still my job as a hitwoman." Striker replied.
"...You better not lay a finger on her."
"No promises."
The two surprisingly has a peaceful time together despite their troubles they had.
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(Surprise! A extra since it's one of the things I've been working on before my trip to the Philippines! Anyways, i'll try my best to keep on working on Chapter 11!)
(Anyways, have a good time!)
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