Lust: Reborn

Chapter -4-

"IT'S BRITNEY, BITCHES!" shouted a fake high pitched voice from downstairs.

"Not again.."grunted a half asleep Cato, before sitting up in his bed and ruffling his chestnut bed hair.

If his 692 years in this Realm had taught him anything, Judas, also known as 'Britney' here, would have knocked the front door down by now, broken his 558th vase on his way up the stairs, woken up Sakhi's bear, Layakin - who most likely had fallen asleep on the couch closest to the fridge, next to his owner- knocked down Malicios' door who would now be cursing him in Latin, dodged an arrow shot by Valentia from accross the room, and-

"Hmpf!!"  

"AAAAH!" 

*thud*

"ROT IN HELL, JUDAS!"

"No need for the violence! If you wanted to hump my bones that bad, all you had to do was a-"

*thud*

"I TAKE THAT BACK! I'M SORRY! HEEEEEELP! SOMEONE GET CLEMENCIA OFF ME!"

*yawn*

Cato sighed.

Just as expected, Judas had failed to notice Johannam, who, just like his owner, had passed out in the middle of the hallway, causing the Devil to trip and fall on him, before being attacked by an enraged Clemencia whose precious sleep had been disrupted. By now, Sakhi would be giving Raza his morning hug, before yawning and wiping the left over Nutella from her second 5am snack. Valentia would be helping Malicios put his door back in place, pretending not to hear the tirade of insults rolling of the Lazy Reaper's tongue.

"Good morning to you too, Judas." 

Cato's cheeks flushed red, and he immediately jumped out of bed, remembering the feelings a pair of luscious red lips had stirred up in him. Ruffling his hair once more, he went over to open the -thankfully- intact door of his room, before leaning against its frame and crossing his arms across his bare chest, taking in the view that was Amaya.

She was dressed in nothing but a provocative satin red robe delicately framed by black lace, barefoot, her pale skin free of any makeup, her inky hair tied in a loose ponytail, silver eyes still a bit puffy from the sudden awakening. And then, there were her lips. Even the night hadn't been able to erase their natural redness. The flirty things had this glow about them, this magnetic effect that urged whomever laid eyes on them to caress them, taste them, eat them...

Unluckily for the Greedy Grim Reaper, he was not the only one who had noticed the Red Seductress.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" exclaimed Judas who was now up, flexing, fixing his hair and straightening his clothes. "And my, what a cat...", he murmured, licking his lips and offering the Lady in Red a devilish smirk, showing off his long canines.

The tall figure that had moments ago been leaning against the door frame found itself standing in front of the almost naked woman, shielding her from the provocative stares the Master of Night was giving her.

Automatically, Amaya relaxed from her previous awkward state, delicately placing her hand on Cato's bare shoulder and rubbing it, as a sign of appreciation. The woman's protector had picked up on her uncomfortable tugging at her robe, which she had tried to stretch in a failed attempt to hide her skin bared by the revealing outfit. With just a stare, the Greedy Reaper had understood her vulnerability. This simple act, which had only taken seconds to happen, meant a lot to the exposed Reaper, for she knew that her old friend had her back -or, well, her front.

"Master," began Cato, trying to hide the menacing tone his voice was instinctively taking. "To what do we owe this dis-pleasant surprise?"

Judas eyed the intimidating chestnut figure possessively standing in front of him, an equally defying look plastered on his face. He then sighed, shook his head, turned and headed for the stairs. 

"Meeting in 5. Get dressed, or whatever. Don't make me wait,"patronized the devil.

Once their Master had disappeared, the seven Reapers relaxed, sharing a concerned look, as if to make sure that everyone was okay. It may have not been the first time that this sort of encounter had happened between the lustful lady and the devil, but that didn't make any of it better, or less uncomfortable. Amaya nodded, reassuring her friends that she was alright, before heading to her room, probably to put on some over sized sweatshirt and sweatpants.

The others shared one last concerned look, before sighing and heading to their rooms. Still frustrated from what had happened with the eye candy in the room next door, Cato decided to spend his 5 short minutes under a freezing cold shower. Throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants and a basic black t-shirt, he grabbed one of his hoodies, sprayed it with his cologne, and knocked on the door next to his.

Amaya opened the door, wearing a pair of black leggings and a black sports bra, making the visitor cough.

"Thought you'd want one of those,"said the wall of muscles standing in front of her petite physique. She then noticed the grey hoodie he was offering her, resulting in a big smile to decorate her face.

"Thanks," she said, pulling the sweatshirt- dress over her head. "Shall we?"

Cato noted the reluctance in her voice, and he offered her a warm smile. He then extended his arm, allowing her to hold onto it as they walked down the stairs, and into what they would soon find out to be their doom.

"The List of today,"began Judas as the pair sat down in a nearby sofa, next to the rest of the Reapers, "comes with a challenge. You see, my brother, Hades, and his team, are closing in on us. And I don't believe that we have come this far to only come this far. That, my dear Reapers, is why I am bringing today 's count to a new level of high."

"Did you just quote Tom Brady?"

"RAZA!"roared Judas. "We talked about this. If I wanna be poetic, then I WILL be poetic. If I wanna be dramatic, then I WILL be dramatic. And if I wanna be a drama queen, THEN I SHALL BE FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN! FOR ONLY THE SKY IS MY LIMIT-"

"Dude, you legit have wings. You're speaking pure BS right now. Cut the crap, tell us what the damn challenge is, and just leave already," groaned Sakhi, who was now devouring her 5th breakfast.

"Oh ma gad, why you gotta be so rude S?" nagged Judas, before brushing his clothes and taking an important air. "Whatever. Haters gon hat-"

"JUDAS!"

"Fiiiine," sighed the devil, a smirk displayed on his face. "Anyways, to cut things short, today's count has to be of a minimum of  2000 souls. I'm out, bitches", finished the Master, already on his feet and headed towards the door- or rater, entrance.

He turned one last time, looking proudly at the pure air of disbelief and shock that was now plastered on each of the seven faces of his Reapers, before shouting "TOODLES!"

And just like that, he was gone.