Dice with Devil horns

Tears and a Burnt cigar

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Warning: situation similar to that of an anxiety or panic attack and mentions of gore and blood can be found within this chapter. I do apologize if this triggers anyone of you. My intent is to entertain, not hurt. If your start getting triggered please leave the chapter for your own health. Thank you.
Be safe my buds

Devil pov:

BAM!!!

Dice rushed into my office slamming the door shut. Tears streaming down his eyes and his breathing erratic.

So many questions filled my mind. What happened? Why did this happen? The most common question being who I gotta kill?.......Stop it Devil, Dice comes first then killing.

" Dice hun what's the matter ?" He didn't answer. He just kept stuttering and and trying to explain himself. He succeeded fairly poorly I couldn't understand him past his sobs and hiccups. I could only make out three words out of his incoherent mumbling. Cigar, know, and baby.....what??? " Dice dear please shh calm down I can't understand you at all." I said in an attempt to calm him down. Getting up from my seat and walking toward him I held him close in my arms just letting him cry into my fur. Rage boiled in me at the thought that someone hurt my dicey. They would pay.

After staying like that for a while Dice calmed down, but tears still flowed from his eyes and little sniffles and hics could be heard in between. I took this as my chance to ask my questions before he broke down again. " Dice hun please, im worried about you. I know your hormones are out of whack, but this just cant be that can it?" He sniffled before answering. " N-no sniff its it's not the the hormones or it's partially that or not that at all I I don't know I-" " Shh calm down your rambling." " I I know just sniff just." " Just what hun?" Honestly what could be so bad he's pulled to this many tears? " They they know Devil." " Wait who knows wha-" " They know, the the staff, they know about the baby sniff THEY KNOW DEVIL!" With that he burst into more tears.

My staff know about our child......but how? Dice isn't showing to bad and we never even mention the baby unless where in our room or my office. " Dice how do you know they know?" " W- Wheezy told me he he grabbed me by my collar and and told me." Wheezy that dreaded cigar. He must have eavesdropped on one or all of our conversations. I never liked him he always left a bad taste in my mouth and now i know why. I swear when I get my hands on him hehehe hell need more than an ashtray to save him. " Dice im sure only wheezy knows and ill straighten him out you go rest please." " But Dev-" " No buts rest now" I wouldnt let him fight me on this. He nodded his head slightly and let me place a gentle kiss on his lips before he turned and headed to the room. Now to deal with the cigar. I called him in through the intercom and sat at my desk waiting and pretending to look through money.

" You needed me boss?" " As a matter of fact yes mr Wheezy." His eyes widened knowing he was in trouble. You see I never call anyone by their name, let alone by mr or miss, unless their in trouble, and the staff know this. " Did I do something wrong boss?" " O yes you did wheezy something very very VERY wrong." standing up I towered over the pathetic shaking lump of a cigar. " W-what would t-that be boss?" he had the audacity to ask? " I saw you talk to King Dice. You had him in tears. My question is why?" " Well uh I just said some rude things I didn't know he'd get so so emotional about them." " O but you did didn't you? I heard what you said and let me tell you I tolerate bullying among my staff to the highest limit, but bullying King Dice is a limit that is so low its lower than hell" " I- im sorry boss it it won't happen again" " Your right it won't....because you won't have a chance to do it again." And with that I pounced letting all my anger toward this cigar show. thankfully my office was sound proof, but maybe it would be better if everyone heard what would happen to them if they messed with me or my Dice again.

When i was done with his punishment let's just say he learned his lesson alright.

Indeed he did
Sorry i dont do gore

That much...............

Lets just say Wheezy wont be well walkin for a while at least without a limp

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So long my pals