Max teleported straight into Gluttony, arriving at the massive after-party Bee was supposed to be attending. Instead of music, lights, or chaos, there was only…
Silence.
Bodies everywhere.
Demons, imps, hellhounds—
all passed out drunk on tables, floors, couches, even hanging halfway out windows.
Max pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Thank the Pit my Poison Immunity finally kicked in," he muttered. "Bee must've spiked the whole bar again."
He moved through the room quietly, searching for her.
Then he heard something.
A muffled sound—
metal, shifting.
Max followed the noise to the kitchen and froze.
A group of hellhounds and imps stood around a white coffin-shaped box the size of Bee.
A containment casket.
Blessed.
He felt his pulse spike.
"For fuck's sake," Max growled. "Who supplied you idiots with that?"
He shut and locked the kitchen door behind him.
The biggest hellhound smirked, flipping a knife between his fingers.
"Get the fuck back. She's gonna be our little plaything until someone pays the ransom."
Max's fist curled so tight his nails pierced his palm.
"You dumb fucks," he seethed. "She'll kill every one of you the second you open that box."
"She's tied up in holy chain," the boss said proudly. "And we're pumpin' holy water straight into her. Now back off."
Another hellhound stepped forward, squinting at Max.
"Boss… that's the guy who was drinkin' with her last night. The one tryin' to get a little extra friendly."
The boss grinned wickedly.
"Ohhh. So you're mad we're takin' her before you got the chance. Don't worry—" he laughed, "—I'll leave you whatever's left of her."
They all burst into mocking cackles.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The boss staggered.
Clutched his chest.
Eyes wide.
Everyone stared at him—confused—until slowly, every head turned toward Max.
Their expressions morphed into horror.
Because Max was holding something.
Something red.
Something beating.
The boss's heart.
Max crushed it in his hand.
The body dropped instantly.
"She," Max said coldly, "is mine. And now you all have to die."
---
The Slaughter
The next few minutes were pure Hell in its rawest form.
They tried to run.
They tried to beg.
They tried to fight.
Max didn't care.
One hellhound screamed as Max ripped him in half.
Another begged as Max slammed his head into the counter until bone cracked.
A third tried to surrender—Max skewered him through the jaw.
Blood.
Guts.
Limbs.
Everywhere.
When it was over, only one imp remained—barely conscious, bleeding out, lying in a puddle.
Max grabbed him by the throat and lifted him.
"Tell me," Max snarled. "Where did you get the equipment? Carmilla doesn't sell blessed equipment much , and none of you had any angelic weapons. Only the casket."
The imp coughed blood into Max's face.
"Why… would I tell you…? You're gonna kill me anyway…"
"You're right," Max said calmly.
"Which is why I'll just ask your boss."
Max squeezed.
The imp's skull popped like a balloon of red paint.
---
Rescue
Max scanned the room, found the boss's still-intact corpse, and left it where it was for now.
First—Bee.
He punched the casket.
Wood splintered.
Metal bent.
His hand tore open but he didn't slow down.
Bee was inside—tied in holy chains, tubing pumping holy water into her arms.
Her skin was burned in places.
Her breathing shallow.
"Bee…" Max whispered, his voice trembling with controlled fury.
He snapped the chains.
He ripped the tubes out.
He lifted her into his arm—careful, gentle.
He laid her on the cleanest counter he could find and used magic to heal the needle marks.
Holy water had to purge naturally.
He hated that.
"Hang in there, sweetheart…"
He returned to the boss's corpse, placed a hand over the chest, and resurrected him—binding his soul with multiple spells.
The boss gasped awake.
Max's eyes glowed like a demon star.
"Where. Did. You. Get. The. Casket."
The boss whimpered.
"It… it just appeared. Or someone left it. There was a note… with a whole angel feather. Said to use it on any royal. We picked Beelzebub…"
Max decapitated him with a single punch.
"Fantastic," Max muttered, wiping blood off his face. "An angel handing out containment gear. But why?"
Behind him, Bee groaned.
Max turned instantly.
She blinked slowly.
"What… happened…?"
"Attempted kidnapping," Max said softly. "I took care of them."
He scooped her up effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging weakly.
Then she spotted the kitchen behind him.
The walls.
The floor.
The bodies.
"You must've been pissed," Bee said, her stomach audibly growling.
Max sighed.
"At least your appetite's still intact."
Bee snickered tiredly.
"I'm the Queen of Gluttony. Nothing kills my appetite."
Max found a chair and sat her down carefully.
"Sorry, Bee. I'm already late for Wrath. Let me leave you with something."
He summoned a mountain of fresh food—stacked higher than Bee herself.
She smiled, hazy but genuine.
"It's okay. I get it. And thanks for the snack."
Only Bee would call that a snack.
Max kissed her cheek.
"Call me if you get too drunk to fly straight."
"Will do," she purred.
Max vanished into the shadows.
[Author Note: Im debating on adding Emily and Valvette to the harem eventually. What do you think?]