✮𝓐 𝓡𝓘𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 ✮

🃏The Card Dealer♦

(Starting off with Husker boi)

In the casino, sinners all sprawled around in the area. Cards being shuffled, cigar smoke filling the air, the sound of glasses clinking. Dresses swayed, ties shining. It was formal attire. Women flirt with men, or the other way around. It was a casino, what would you expect? 

When everybody's drunk and throwing their money in the air, it doesn't matter. What all mattered was Husker. The Gambling Overlord. Everyone knew him. His face was on billboards everywhere. Stakes stacked high when he was around, making sinners intrigued by his antics. 

Gamble after gamble, deal after deal, souls were lost. All towards Husker. Everybody respected the cat. Some even feared him at most. But, he wasn't all that typical. He was hard to read, always having a poker-face embraced onto his features. 

His claws scratched against the back of the cards, handing them towards the sinners. "All in, boys?" He asked, his face remained emotionless. The gentlemen nodded, wide grins embraced on their lips.

They think they can win against the overlord. They're wrong. Very wrong. As the cards slammed down onto the table, revealing all of the men's cards. Then, they realized they made a big mistake. 

Husker won. Yet again. All of the yelling and screaming from the men got so bad that he called security. He wasn't gonna deal with all of that shit today. The Overlord watched the sinners being escorted out of the room, a sly grin traced along his lips.

The Casino then soon died down, leaving just the workers and the Overlord alone in the threshold. As the lights dimmed, and the hallways echoed with footsteps, finally it was quiet. Husker was alone in his room, counting all the money he won tonight.

Then, a knock erupted the Gambler's thoughts. He let out a low growl, losing his number. "What is it?" He grumbled, glancing over as the door opened. In came one of his main employees, Lyla. Her tail swayed as she walked in quickly, shutting the door behind her.

"Sir Husker, someone is here to see you." His eyes slanted, heaving a heavy sigh. His claws raked through his hair, his ear twitching slightly. "Who?" Husker's teeth gritting in annoyance. "No idea, sir." She answered, a small yet fake smile embraced on her lips.

Husker sighed, forcing a slight smile onto his lips. "Well, let's figure out who it is." His footsteps were followed after with Lyla, waltzing onto the main floor of the Casino. There standing in the middle was a newcomer.

Not one of the normal sinners that came in this late. It was a strange turn of events. The sinner turned on his heel, facing Husker. His purple eyes glared into his own, making him shudder slightly. Who was this?

He held out his hand, his darkened claws shining in the dim light. "Macin Morningstar, pleasure to meet you." His tone was smooth like silk, and a soft hint of menace. Husker took The Prince's hand in his own, shaking it.

"Macin hmm? Who are you supposed to be? I've never seen you before." The Overlord admitted, releasing his hand. A soft yet deep chuckle filled the air, Macin sighing softly. "Deepest apologies, I'm the Prince of Hell. Lucifer's son." 

Husker gasped softly, was this newcomer really the Prince of Hell? And if he was, why was he here in all places? "The Prince? Why would you be here then, Majesty?" Husker teased slightly, earning a slight glare from Macin.

"Yes, it is quite weird to see a Royal wander around Hell. But, it can be quite boring in a castle all the time." He answered, leaning against the counter of the bar. "Oh, so just bored and needed to be riled up? Why not go to a Porn Studio or some random bar?"

"Are you saying you don't like your Casino?" Macin asked, his head tilting towards the side. His gaze intense and cold, staring the Overlord down. Husker let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. "Never said that. Just asking a damn question."

Macin nodded slightly, glancing towards the floor. Then, an idea erupted the Prince's mind. "Well, if you don't like the Casino, how about we make a gamble?" He inquired, a sly grin embraced onto his lips.

The Gambler raised an eyebrow, his tail twitching in curiosity. "Well..I never say no to a gamble. What's this gamble?" Macin chuckled darkly, the room becoming filled with a purple smoke. Husker's eyes widened, coughing from the mysterious air.

"As we play your choice of card game, this is the deal." The Prince and The Gambler were sitting on chairs, in front of a gambling table. "If I win, I get fifty percent of the Casino. My name sprawled all over, and half of my designing of choice and I'll even work here. Keeping my soul though, of course." 

He inquired, snapping his fingers to make cards start to shuffle themselves. "And if I win?" Husker asked, leaning back into his chair. "You get my soul. And I'll work here with you owning my soul. No more Shadow Overlord if The Gambling Overlord owns it." 

Macin chuckled darkly, his wine colored eyes glowing. Husker hummed in amusement, soft jazz playing in the background. "Well then, you're playing a risky game here, your highness." Husker inclined, grasping the deck.

"Mayhaps, but it's a gamble I'm willing to risk." The Prince declared, placing his elbows onto the wooden table. "You are sure giddy about winning." Husker eyed him, questioning if he should even be gambling.

Was it a risky idea if he won or lost? He knew he would probably win, I mean come on.. he was the Gambling Overlord! He of course could win..Right? The cards were then placed in front of Husker and Macin, showing his cards face up. 

"Ah, BlackJack huh?" Macin asked, raising an eyebrow as he examined the Gambler's movements. "Is there a problem with that?" Husker huffed slightly, placing two cards in front of him. One face up, the other face down.

The Prince shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind this gamble. "Good, because I wasn't changing it to anything else." As the card game escalated, Husker finally turned over his card. "Well, well, well..Look at that. One Jack. Sorry, kid. Looks like I win-"

Before his sentence could be finished, Macin flipped over his cards. Two Queens. A full twenty. He won. 

(Sorry if I didn't do the blackjack part right, I suck at writing card games 😭)