Based on The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley.
I do not own this book anymore nor any of it's OCs.
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A Hunter must hunt, prey has to be killed, and souls must be taken.
That's what the demon has said.
He was not going to decline that task, his new gif...
"Fuuuccck...fine...Leyley.....god I'm so fucked up."
"You're fucking me up~."
"Shut up...fuck...I think...I'm close..."
"O-Oh Andy! You're a biter~! That's right, mark me, mark your fucking sister!"
"I'm...!"
"I'm cu-!!!"
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"Cerberus! Stop squirming like a worm! Or are you letting out frustrations like Andrew???" Her voice jerked Andrew awake, like jerking o-
"Shut it Ashley...I'm not doing anything." His voice groans at Ashley, "We're trying to get a goods night rest after the shit you pulled today."
"Whaddya mean? I didn't do anything, it was all-"
"NO, it was you who tried to charm the cop into giving you bullets for the gun. How stupid can one brain cell individual get?"
"Take that back! At least I try to get bullets, we need em!"
"We don't need bullets! What we do need is for you to not cause any shit. It's a miracle that we managed to kill him and..."
How problematic.
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You Are Cerberus.
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Fuck this.
I flip myself and got off the bed. I'm not dealing with their childish behavior once more.
"Finally the Halloween Freak is off! You gonna jack off outside and give everyone a show?" Ashley lays on her stomach and leans on her elbows.
"Tsk..." I didn't want have yet another argument with that asshole...but...
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"You're a biter~!"
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I hold my head and checked for any bumps, why was I dreaming like that? After confirming that indeed I have no bumps or head injuries, I take a gamble and side-eyed Boney for anything relatable to THAT.
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"Oh thank a demon."
"For what? Did you get a new gift? Son of a-" Ashley was close to freaking out at me but I wave her off.
"Something else...ah nevermind. I'm going outside, I need some air after that- ughhhh." Without hesitation, I decided to step out for some fresh air. My unfortunate roommates, Ashley and Andrew, showed little interest as I left the dingy hotel room.
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I didn't bother to dress up in my usual cultist attire, though in retrospect, I probably should have. As I stepped into the chilly night, the small light overhead highlighted my visible breath, but I remained confident in my decision to take a break. I had to, that...what was it?
A nightmare? A fucked up fever dream? Or did Ashley's gift...
I don't want to think about it right now. I walk away from the hotel room and down the steps, perhaps a walk will clear my head.
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Blood. Bruises. Muffled cries from a drunk man.
Ashley was partly right - I needed to release my pent-up frustration. But there was no way I was going to resort to jacking off for relief. Instead, I unleashed all my stress on a man, causing damage with punches, kicks, and knee strikes. I broke a bone or two, not my own of course. Having had enough, I abruptly dropped the man on the damp ground. The rain from earlier splashed onto him, causing him to whimper and curl up protectively. He was shaking with fear.
I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to release my pent-up frustration healthily. I made my way towards the street and walked along the sidewalk. The absence of any cars driving past me didn't cause me any concern. However, what did concern me was the sight of around 2 or 3 dozen cars parked in front of a building.
As I drew closer, I realized it was a love hotel.
Love hotel...kinda like Andrew and As-
I cannot believe I thought of that! But their moans... "Enough! They are not like that." I reassure myself.
As I looked towards the Love Hotel, I couldn't help but notice the sheer number of vehicles parked outside. It seemed unusual for this time of night, unless there was some sort of massive planned orgy event taking place. Despite my better judgement, I decided to cross the road and investigate the situation.
"Who woulda' thought this type of place would be so...nice."
As I stepped into the Love Hotel, I was taken aback by its exquisite interior. The high-class leather couches and loveseats, beautifully decorated hanging lights, and the main colour scheme of purple, red, and hot pink gave the place a luxurious feel. It was evident that this place was all about love, or more specifically, sex. Despite the presence of several parked cars outside, the lobby was devoid of any human activity. There were no receptionists or workers in sight, and the silence was so profound that it made me feel uneasy. The absence of any sound intensified my sense of isolation, and I was left wondering if I was the only person present in the entire building.
I arrived at the front table and searched behind it for anything useful, such as cash or clues as to why there was nobody around. However, I found nothing that could assist me, and I let out a frustrated grunt, "Damn it...". My curiosity peaked as I realized that there were no recent sign-ins from the last hour...or hours before. The earliest sign-in was 9 hours ago.
Of course that's suspicious in my book and I return to-
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The Adventure of Andy and Leyley, And the big bad Cerberus!
