Kapitel 20: Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 17: Celes Street!
Four men are walking down a path of a rundown street road. Three of them are dark-skinned but look very different from each other—the one leading to a specific door on this empty street. In front of them has red hair, green eyes, and pale skin with freckles. He wears black trousers and an open white shirt that shows off his chest muscles as he walks through the dust.
"Celes Street...." says the man in the middle who's also wearing clothes like his two friends: black leather with purple lining jacket over blue jeans and some sweet ass kicks. "I'm not sure if you've heard about it. Reily, you heard of it?"
He's talking to two others beside him.
"Me either, man... How about Ben?" asks Reily. He, too, looks like he did before. At Django's order, he made them change their looks in case of cops or whatever. They all had the same face, though. Just changed everything else except for the shoes. And maybe the pants. It was hard to tell. But they were all wearing exactly what Django wanted. The street kid wasn't sure about the eye colour changed, though. Didn't seem right somehow. Maybe because they weren't really there anymore? Or perhaps it didn't matter at all.
Benjamin nods. "Yeah, I don't know either." All Benjamin did was change into minotaur form. His horns and tail are still present. He doesn't even need to speak since his voice will be coming out, anyway.
Reily shrugs. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. Let's go!"
They walk forward into the city streets. A few people pass by, but none stop to talk to these guys. Not surprising. These three aren't exactly normal looking. Even when with their normal looks, no one would expect anything good to come from them.
A sign hangs above the entrance:
GUNS AND MORE!
"Celes Street," the man with the red echoed Django words. " The most dangerous back alley in this country. All kinds of Illegal transactions happen here. But the probability of being arrested by the police, FBI, Interpol, MI6, or any crime-fighting organization is almost 0%."
"What kind of stuff do they sell?" asked Reiley.
"Anything illegal," replied the redhead. "Weapons, drugs, slaves...,"
"Slaves?" said Reily, Django, and Benjamin.
"Oh yeah. There's always someone trying to make money selling human beings. You can buy anyone there... Why, you ask?"
And so they enter. And meet stairs that lead downward. "Of course, it is because of high-end customers like you." He said, pointing to Django.
The first thing that hits them is how hot it is inside.
Knocking at a second door, the man gives one last greeting to the three boys. "Enjoy today. I'll guide you to your heart's content."
Then the doors opened. This time, it leads to a much bigger room than the previous one. Here, they see several tables filled with weapons, ammo, and other things, even some magical weapons as well. Behind them, more rooms stretch to the left and right.
But what catches the attention of all three boys is the various naked women changed the wall, or together and some of them were even in cages hanging from the damn ceiling! They were mostly young girls, but there were older ones, too. Some of them were chained up while others had collars around their necks. One girl was tied to a chair, her legs spread apart.
"This the largest Slave market in the country," the redhead informed the shell shock disguised, disgusted teens. Django, being the leader, forces his friends to calm down at the sight and get what they came for. No need to start a fight here and now. Especially with the number of guards that patrol the place.
"So, where's the good shit?" Reiley asked.
"You'll find out once you pay the price," answered the redhead. "But anyways... Most of the products here are either bitches that have been sold because of family debt... Former soldiers and heroes who were taken prisoners after losing a war. Or just caught by slavers or thieves. Slaves sold one-sidededly."
It's kinda hard to stay mad when you see a lot of tasty girls around. There are humans, elves, girls with tails and scales.... many more species. If they could, the three would probably try to fuck every single one of those beauties. But that's impossible. So instead, they focus on getting the guns. Django has the most in controlling himself. Simply being here is already making him more hungry and fueling his powers despite the power dampers around the market.
"There's plenty of choices here," said the redhead. Django stops seeing a petite, short-haired, light-skinned human with a big butt in front of him. She's wearing a tight outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her breasts are big, round, and perky. Her waist is also nice, but she has no tattoos or piercings.
"Oh, have you already found a product you like?" the redhead asked.
Django doesn't answer but continues to stare at the girl. "If you are interested, take a closer look." The man shouts at his coworker. "Hey, show this bitch to him. He's a precious customer."
She growls are she forcibly's turned around slowly, showing off her ass and pussy. "Ugh... Scum."
"Hm..." Django whispers quietly.
"What?!" the man yelled.
"Nothing," Django replies. He then starts walking toward the woman.
"This is a fresh girl that just been caught, we haven't even got a price tag yet. Well it not going to happen, but be careful not to be bitten she hasn't been trained yet."
"Good luck with that," said the redhead. "This is pretty high-end stuff here. I was taking her to put her on the high-end market... This bitch was the rumoured assassin in Europe who only assassinates slave traders."
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on biting anything," Django said. He's actually not. But it's fun to tease the guy. Even though he hates the guy and everyone who works here. Grabbing the girl by the face Django studies her face. "How old are you?" He asks of her.
"Eighteen," she answers much to the shock of the redhead and his coworkers. This woman barely talks to anyone and so far she has nearly crippled anyone who tried to teach her manners despite all the drugs in her system.
"With a glare like that. No wonder why you are still a virgin," Django says, smiling at the girl. "But I bet that won't last long."
Her eyes widen. "Wha—"
Before she can finish, Django kisses her. Then he grabs her arm, pulling her away from the table. She struggles against his grip, but he holds strong. Minutes later... the men can't believe their eyes when the girl kisses back except for Reily and Benjamin that is.
"Damn, this is something new," says Reily knowing what his boss is doing.
"I don't think I've seen a kiss like this before. It's like he's fucking her mouth," added Benjamin. "She looks like she came already... The Boss works fast."
The redhead man turns to Reily and Benjamin and asked. "How the hell is your boss doing that a girl he just met!? It takes months for girls to respond to customers like that... Not seconds."
The rest of them turn their heads at the sound of voices. They see Django kissing another girl. Only this time, it's not a slave, but a regular girl. And she's not just any regular girl. She's the daughter of a very powerful business owner. A beautiful girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with a cute smile.
"That's something you don't see every day," says the redhead. "Alright, fella let's go upstairs to show you the very special merchandise. On the 1st floor of this place we, sell ordinary, inexpensive goods. Most of them are common elves or humans..." The redhead trailed off when all slaves look the Django with wonder in the eyes. Even the girls that are currently being bought ignore their masters to look at Django.
Django winks at the girls and no one noticed their eyes blink a faint purple.
"But on the 2nd floor, we have very rare items. Products that are hard to find anywhere else. Items that are worth millions, sometimes billions. We have girls from other races. There is a lot of enthusiasts of mixed races." Their guide to this horrible place said showing off a girl who has wolf-like features. She has a dog-like muzzle, sharp and pointy teeth and a dark grey nose, red sclera with white irises, white fur with grey patches on her shoulders, a big white and grey bushy tail and voluminous white hair swept to the side to reveal her ear. "And this right is a... mer...maid." He finished, looking at the mermaid who refused to open her eyes since she was caught four months is NOW looking at the Django fellow.
Who is this guy?
"Is that a Lizardwomen?" Django his voice now going a little deeper. The power behind his words is like the devil himself is speaking to him.
"Yes," said the guide. "A very expensive item."
"Do you know what kind of money I'd need to buy her?" Django asked
"No idea," replied the guide.
"Well, how much does it cost?"
"A million dollars," replied the guide.
"Really!?" Django said. "I thought it would be more than that... I will think about that later... See ya cutie."
"Wait!" The mermaid calls out.
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask for your name?"
"Sure," replied Django. He then pulls the mermaid closer to him and out of her fish tank and stares into her eyes. "Names Django. Boss of a service gang. We don't have a name yet but nice to meet ya."
"Nice to meet you too, Boss." The mermaid replied.
Django then parts with the mermaid making sure she is also under the spell he has been casting since he got here. The redhead guide finally takes to one last pace before they get to the guns. He stops to check on the mermaid and sees her staring at Django with love and admiration in her eyes. He shakes his head and continues to walk.
Finally, they reach the place where the special high-end merchandise is kept. here are rows upon rows of shelves with guns that are lined up neatly in alphabetical order.
Reiley and Benjamin are impressed by how organized everything is. Each gun has its own case with the model number and serial numbers written beside it.
Besides guns, they're also some very special girls here. Some of them are dressed in sexy outfits, others are just wearing skimpy lingerie.
They are all beautiful, each in their own way.
Some of them are human, some are elves, some are half-elves, some are half-humans, some are lizardfolk, some are merpeople, some are even catgirls. There's even a few that aren't humanoid at all.
All of them look amazing, especially the ones in lingerie.
Each of them has a price tag next to their names. But of course, these prices are outrageous.
"You guys want anything?" Asked the redhead guide.
Reiley thinks of something. "Actually, yes. I'll take two pistols and a rifle."
Benjamin nods. "I'll take a pistol as well."
The redhead guides eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," said Reiley.
"You sure?" asked the guide.
"As long as it's not an assault rifle or something like that," Reiley replied.
The redhead guide looks through his papers. "These are the best we got. These are the newest models. You'll get the latest technology from us."
"Great," Reiley said. "Let me write my name down." He writes his name on the paper and hands it to the guide.
"Hold on," said the guide. "I'm checking if there's any problems." He then takes Reiley's name, reads it, then puts it aside.
"It seems you're fine," the guide said. "Come back tomorrow morning. If you want to pay cash, we can give you a discount. Otherwise, we only accept credit cards or checks."
"Hey Boss what kind of guns are you getting," Reily asked Django who starting at this fat man with a monocle in his right eye. Veins on his head are popping off in his head as his aura slowly gives off a tiny bit of killer intent. His eyes glow slightly purple and he feels the urge to kill someone right now.
"Techo-Assault rifles," said the guide. "They're very popular among the gangs." He then shows Reiley and Benjamin three different types. Two of them are techos while one is a normal assault rifle.
Django grabs the assault rifle and inspects it carefully. It's a standard weapon with a scope attached to the barrel. The stock is made of wood and has a metal handguard. The magazine is full of ammo and the safety switch is easy to operate. Django knows this kind of weapon very well because he used this type of weapon when he was part of the service gang. "I take your entire armoury," he said to the guide.
"Alright." The guide said then fully heard what Django said. "Huh? What about the other weapons?"
"Those are for the higher-ups right?" Django not really asking his opinion.
Reily smiles. "Boss is buying the whole armoury. So-" The street kid snaps his fingers and a bag full of money appears on the table. "Here you go."
The guide opens the bag and sees stacks of hundreds, thousands, tens, fives and ones. "WOW! This is crazy!"
"Thanks," Django said, walking to the fat bastard. "So guide tell me what is that fat fuck doing with that pixie shawty?" He said pointing to the girl who is chained to a bed. She's wearing a black leather corset that's laced around her waist and breasts, a pair of pink panties and high heels. Her legs are covered in red and blue stripes and her feet are in shackles. Her breasts are a good size and has nice birthing hips. She's pretty, but hers are lifeless and her hair is dirty and unkempt.
"Ah, it was a good idea to come to the market today otherwise you three wouldn't see the body of the former knight commander of Iona. That bitch was a real piece of work. Killed over 1,000 men in the war before being captured looks like she is about to buy bought by Mr Reinheart."
"Okay, now that I have seen here her, clerk? Pack her up please." The fat man now identified as Reinheart. Django doesn't know why this man pisses him off so much. "Ah. I forgot stuff her fo me." He said looking at the girl again.
"What?!" The former knight commander said horrified.
"Guide... what does getting stuff mean?" Django asked but he doesn't have to wait to get his answer.
"Be happy the knight commander will always maintain this beautiful body... As my new furniture." Reinheart said looking at the girl's body. "She's going to be a wonderful addition to my collection."
"This isn't funny..." The girl said looking at her body with disgust and fear. She's afraid of this man.
"Oh don't worry. She's going to be very useful to me. I'm going to make a lot of money with her," Reinheart said. Then there was a sudden rush of pressure in the room centred on Django, causing the top floor to shake, the mirrors to rattles in its frame, stairs to wobble like bobbleheads, and the floor to vibrate like a bass drum.
The aura feels like the devil has come to earth. This was Django magical pressure, a skill he'd unknowingly picked after having sex with Satsuki is being released in a sudden and tremendous volume despite his core still in its black stage. The air in the room is filled with evil magic that makes everyone feel uneasy. Everyone except Django, who is enjoying this feeling immensely. He felt like a god. A god that could do whatever he wants. He was in his element.
Reinhart notices that Django is smiling happily, his eyes glowing purple. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I am just thinking of how fun it is to use my power," Django answered calmly. "How many people are going to die?" He asks Reinhart.
"What?" Reinheart said confused.
"I asked" Now using his demonic voice knocking all the girls who hear it. "How many of you scum are going to die here today."
"Stop this nonsense!" Reinhard yelled at the stranger. "You are going to regret this."
"Let's try some necromancy," Django said grabbing his guide by the head and twisting it. The skull cracks open and blood flows out from inside. The guide falls dead. "Surgite, satellites mei, surgite de terra mortuorum, ut omnes in via mea interficerent."
The corpse of the dead guide is swallowed by shadow. Soon a large knight-like being with a light purple glow, jet-black armour covering it from head to toe, a tattered black cape, and a long red hair-like ornament extending out of the back of its helmet emerges from the shadows. The knight walks towards Reinhardt and stops in front of him. Its eyes glow red as it speaks in a hollow echoing voice. "My name is Kainz, Knight Commander of the Order of the Red Death. To kill you"
The Knight swings his sword at Reinheart, but Reinhardt dodges the attack with ease. Reinhard then strikes at the knight with his blade, but the knight easily parries the blow and slashes at Reinhard. Reinhard blocks the slash but gets sliced across his arm. Reinhard screams in pain.
"You will pay" Reinheart doesn't finish his sentence before he's struck by the knight with his own sword. The doll collector falls to the ground dead.
"Kaniz good work." Django praised his unhead minion. "Now go kill every single man here and after you kill collect their souls and summon your knightly order."
"Yes, my prince!" Kaniz said before disappearing into the shadows of the room.
"Reily, Ben" Django said to his two friends. "Let's go on a killing spree"
Benjamin nodded.
"Yeah! I've been waitin' to kill these cunts all day." Reily said.
It was only the sounds of gunfire that made the guards move from their fear.
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