CHAPTER 3

All that is heard inside the room is the nonstop teasing at Number 1, who is still currently in a woman's form. Every men believes that he is a lustful mortal like them. Offering alcoholic drinks is the middle-aged man whose clothes are torn, hair's a mess, and almost about to pass out. Of course, without hesitation, the devil took a huge gulp and immediately emptied the bottle.

Another young lad appeared behind the little devil, who is still thinking of the funniest way of annihilating them. The former handed over a cigarette stick which the latter accepted. He moved closer to his face in order for the other to light his cigarette. As Number 1 blew its smoke to him, the young lad even inhaled it, then chuckled like a maniac.

"**Why don't you try this**?", said a curly-haired guy who's looking like a walking tattoo, it seems every part of his body is inked. Although looking at the tattoos individually, one can say they are rather artistically done. However, it irritates Number 1 whenever he shoots a glance at him. "That is a cocaine." He handed a pack of white powder. Simultaneously nodding his head and moving his hand up and down, he kept on gesturing to the devil to inhale it, and so he did.

As the drug finds its way to his nostrils, he didn't stop until there's nothing left. "**CHECK IT OUT! THIS LADY'S DEFINITELY READY**!" Shouted another member of the group. Everyone's looking at him in awe and are getting excited.

The devil, who's starting to get high due to intoxication, is now dancing around which hyped everyone up in the room. Whistles, cheers, loud music and all kinds of noises are heard all through the night. No one's complaining for it seems they are the only ones in the neighborhood. They have the whole place for themselves.

"**FWITTT~WIWWWW**~!" one of them continues to whistle as if catcalling him. Some of them even took advantage of the situation and started assaulting him sexually, which he didn't pay attention to. Number 1 continued to shout to the music while dancing and even laughing at whatever they do with the body he is currently in.

Most of them started to tear the dress and their hands wander the woman's body. Which, again, Number 1 neglected. He was just indulging himself with all the pleasures and sins these people are committing. There was nothing more that excites him than taking them down to hell. Let their souls perish later. So he is allowing them to make the most out of this moment.

"**WHY DON'T YOU LET THE OTHERS JOIN**?!", the devil shouted over the loud music. Taken aback by the sudden question, everybody started looking at one another, until the head of the group smirked at him.

"She's sharp." He commented while his eyes are still at Number 1. However, he tried to feign innocence at whatever the other is pertaining to. "**WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT**?!" He shouted back.

A huge smile started to crawl onto the woman's face. Walking confidently toward the 'boss', raising the right leg on the couch, he leaned forward and whispered. "You know EXACTLY what I mean."

For the second time, the man tried to keep a poker face, pretending not to know a thing. "You're probably too drunk."

"Oh no~ NO. I'M. NOT." The devil's left eye started to show its true color. The sclera turned black and its iris to red. But the right eye maintained its color. As the mortal stares into it, the more he feels that this person in front of him, whoever or whatever she is, knows what she is doing.

"You are hiding numerous female mortals here, aren't you? Let them join the party. It's not right to leave them behind, you know."

Unable to deny, he signaled the others to bring the girls in. Women started to enter the room, most of them are wearing revealing clothes. Almost ninety percent of their skin is exposed, only the remaining ten is covered.

At one glimpse, Number 1 is aware of who are prostitutes and who are rape victims among them. Nonetheless, he walked to the center and even set the music louder. All of them continued dancing, laughing, and some men even started to strip off the newly joined ladies. In the corners, there were people inhaling cocaine, smoking weeds, gobbling drinks, showering in alcohol and also getting laid.

It is also visible how few women are struggling from the grip of those lascivious men. They are victims — forced and locked inside this apartment. Treated as if they are livestock, being prepared in times of heat. In between the blasting loud music and laughter are the cries for help of those who are held captive in this place.

"**Please stop**.."

"**No! Don't touch me, you motherfucker**!"

"**Leave me alone**!!"

"**You fuckin' *****! Stop acting like you don't want it**!"

These are the noises barely heard in the four corners of the room. But Number 1 hears it loud and clear. He was just letting it happen.

Why would he interfere?

What good would it bring to stop these people? Nothing.

Rather, he will gain a lot in allowing such things to happen. Commit multiple sins, mortals. He thought.

Hours passed and now it's getting boring for him. These people are not getting tired of chitchatting as well. He is not happy at all. The drinks are no longer making him dizzy, the drugs are not hyping him up, everything is not as fun as  earlier. Then he decided, why not proceed with the original plan?

One look and the music stopped playing. Everyone seems puzzled while Number 1 starts to get frenzy. "Hey, mortals."

Although they do not know why they were addressed in such name, all their attention is on him. "Are you still in for a ride to hell?" Number 1 is suppressing his grin.

"HELL YEAH!!" Some of them shouted.

"Then let's get started, shall we?" At this moment, he was unable to control his fangs from appearing. Licking his lips, he pulled a man in front of him. "**Would you offer your heart to me**?"

"YES!!" shouted the mortal, not giving it a second thought at all. Number 1's eyes twinkled. His long, sharp nails started to grow.

CRACK

CRACK

It's the sound of his bones breaking.

In a glimpse of an eye, Number 1's hand pierced through his chest. As he moved it out of his body, the mortal's heart was pulled out as well. Blood streamed down the floor, staining the couch and his clothes. The devil failed to contain his happiness and makes a creepy face. His eyes widened, he's smiling from ear to ear as he threw the man's body and raised his hand holding the heart which is still beating.

The people witnessing such event were unable to move at all. Their eyes are as wide as his but theirs showed extreme fear and disbelief. It took them a moment to finally react and shout in terror. Everyone is panicking, wanting to escape, wishing to survive.

"Look at you~" he leaned his back on the couch. "Why are you so surprised? I thought you wanted a ride to hell? Just think of this as a farewell party to the living world HAHAHA!"

"KYAAHHHH!!"

"LET US OUT!!!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET!!!"

"PLEASE SPARE ME!!"

All of them are running everywhere, trying to find a place to hide or a way to escape while the devil laughed his heart out.

This is so satisfying!

This is my definition of FUN!

LOOK AT HOW AFRAID THEY LOOK! IT'S HILARIOUS!!

He saw the victims run out and he just let them. It's no fun to bring those people with him if they are not committing sins. But when the others started to run toward the door, trying to escape, he immediately closed it using his power. All means of exit are slammed closed.

"**Now, who's next**?" he asked while still wearing his wide smile.

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