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EHG— CHAPTER 727
🕑 Added 2021-02-07 16:14:14 +0000 UTCTitle: Spokesman Krodh
"Fuck, I'm exhausted!" Nik slumped on the couch. Noticing a distinct lack of presence in the apartment in this particular afternoon, Nik couldn't help but wonder where everyone was. His time in Dream Core was essentially fixed. Until he comes up with a way to share his deep loving with everyone, he would be visiting them before dawn for a few hours to help where he can, essentially, playing around with Tanya. He wasn't a deep believer in being the breadwinner of such a large family considering that most of them could...
Well... hunt.
So, instead of upsetting that particular schedule and entering the dream core, Nik decided to travel.
'Where the heck would Angela even be at? Did she already form her social circle?' He wondered as he stood up from his couch with a grunt. Now, under Nik's will, Pickle turned into a green t-shirt with any idle print of Pickle's choosing and a dark-blue pair of denims. Like usual, his big johnson hung free inside since Pickle wasn't averted to his touch.
"Hmm," Standing in front of the mirror in his room, Nik observed himself before adding a jacket to his attire. Although it wasn't too chilly out for him, a jacket really rounded his getup.
"Did you really use the Jurassic park print?" Nik inquired while gazing at the relic-like look of the gold fossil print of a dinosaur over his torso.
"We... like dinosaurs, right?" Pickle inquired as her face stretched out from Nik's chest, a position of much importance to her.
"Well, we do. But it's for eating, right? You get the brains, I get the meat," Nik smiled, "But sure, I'll pull a couple of head turns in a dino t-shirt."
He left the apartment with a chuckle. The choice of attire would have been a decision worth a headache for those who need it to achieve the desired effect. For Nik...
'Well, I can't go out in best suit... my birthday one,' he mused as he walked the dream-arousing streets of the city where many make it eventually while others might themselves find at the edge of an alley to make it with bent backs and knelt bodies.
Like the one happening in the shadows of an alley.
'Everywhere I go... someone always gets happy ending somehow,' he stretched his neck a bit to peep on the happy couple but once he gazed at the woman's clothing and the male's overall structure, he realized that it wasn't as happy of an ending as Nik realized. Or, the woman liked wearing crotchless panties in public for the sake of her passion and was interested in picking up slightly round men.
"Heh, lucky him," shrugging, Nik went his merry way. Since it was school timing, Nik wasn't expecting to encounter any of his younger acquaintances and felt like meeting new people. He had an appointment with Janet and Ray tomorrow.
'Oh, shit, I forgot Brian is still here... I'm the only friend he has who will accept him for his multiple butt chins,' Nik's gaze constricted as he contacted Brian.
[Hey, Brian, wanna hang out?] Nik inquired while hoping that the answer would still come out negative. It was a wonderful afternoon well-spent hooking up rather than—
[Sure, meet me at Pint&Karl Downtown. There's a freak afternoon party going on right now. Wear a costume and make it dark!]
'What a kind friend I have. I rarely get invited to parties... having a graceful presence that is borderline intimidating surely has its disadvantage, after all... and me being 17 right now...'
Without much thought, Nik waved towards the road and it didn't even take half a minute to book a cab.
Once the driver heard Nik's destination, a strange expression touched his face but he complied nonetheless. However, the drive turned out to be a silent one.
A flag Nik was right to note but since it's Brian and it's a party, surely, it wouldn't be too strange, right? What's the worse thing that could happen? It might be a fetish sex party. It wasn't the worst thing for Nik, but he figured it could be along the same line if the driver felt this uncomfortable by Nik's destination.
Paying the driver after reaching his destination, Nik walked out and looked around before identifying a line of... well...
'They are wearing costumes, all of them,' Nik narrowed his gaze. The neighborhood was a bit dry too as the driver drove off. Still, considering the number of patrons hanging out in the line, Nik grew curious about the establishment.
"Hey, did you try Cocktale yesterday, too?" Nik heard a whisper.
"Yep..."
"Again?"
"Yep..."
And Nik was no longer curious.
"Holy dope, man," Nik was attracted to yet another source, "How did you paint your chin?!" A blonde woman dressed in a sky blue leotard with fishnets covering her seductive thighs gazed towards a tall, blue-skinned man. "Did you paint your balls blue, too?" She continued as a large palm grasped the woman's shoulder who was clearly a scandalous version of the famous invisible girl. Well, it was relative. Susan had a few accidental wardrobe malfunctions which made her quite the star on many sites.
Looking behind towards the owner of the palm, the woman felt her soul leave her body for a moment as she gazed at the absolute marvel of costumes. Pitch-black skin with ravaging crimson red eyes that bore into her. Jagged teeth that screamed costly dental work parted as the figure almost growled, "Brian doesn't need to paint his balls blue... they are already like that!"
Brian's slightly thicker lips twitched as Krodh sensed the amusement in his surroundings. Although he felt he misspoke, he stood his ground.
"They are as blue as the wide oceans and limitless sky—"
"Come on," Brian sighed deeply, "We talked about this!"
"Oh... okay," the woman nodded meekly before hurrying to her friends as Nik made his way towards the proud alien explorer mingling with humans dressed in costumes depraving for more, well, cocksuckers, was it?
"Keep speaking like that and he'll remain blue-balled forever," Nik smirked, his words pulling a few snickers from the surrounding while Krodh furrowed, clearly aggravated by Nik's words but knowing the relationship of the man to his master, the devilish familiar kept his quiet. With a snort, he turned around as Nik's gaze was attracted to the excruciatingly tight leather pants holding Krodh's lower region with a tail gently swaying behind, making an overlap of his shirt.
"Does he know?" Nik inquired Brian as Krodh fit every woman's bill currently. Tall, check. Chiseled and course, check. Hot cosplay, check. Devil tail and a 10 bod, check.
"He just doesn't care... if anything, he'd happily stop the time and rip everyone's head off," Brian replied in a whisper.
"Well... that's just lovely, blue balls," Nik smiled.
"Like you're better? Keep creaming too much and you'll get the blues anyway," Brian retorted.
"That aside, why would you invite me to a party with an underground crime base?" Nik inquired curiously.
"Underground what?" Brian's brows creased... well, he didn't have brows, just the raised forehead.
Unlike Nik, Brian didn't have the ability to instantly scout a building be with his skills or the skillful manipulation of space. Still, Nik was a bit surprised once he felt Brian using the spatial forces to scout his surroundings.
'His gains in his previous worlds must be super op. Heck, didn't he say he had completed dozens of adventures before meeting me? How much did he stack himself?' Nik thought as his gaze turned deep for a moment but Brian had already completed the scout and sighed deeply.
"Damn, I didn't know about this," Brian groaned, "but it's not stopping me from partying!" Brian shrugged.
"How's the city treating you?" Nik inquired. It's been a couple of days since Brian's arrival after all.
"Nothing special. I get a few looks here and there but I just pass off as a cosplayer. The others who are suspicious don't really care that much. It's not like mutations don't exist on this planet."
"Huh..." Nik muttered, "So? How long till we get the entry?"
"The club will open in a few minutes," Brian smiled, "This place has some interesting treats and host events every two days. Well, mostly orgies, but I don't think anyone can handle me here," Brian sighed deeply.
"Don't be distressed," Nik patted his back with a wide grin full of confidence, "I'll find a size queen for you. Can't let them balls rot away, eh!"
"Not like you have anything to do with this..." Krodh mumbled.
"How about I find you a sweetheart, too? You'll feel more easygoing with a nut unloaded," Nik offered as Krodh finally looked back, his crimson gaze revealing confusion and slight curiosity.
"Master?" Krodh turned back and inquired, making Brian chuckle.
"It's your tool, man. Don't ask permission for such personal stuff from me," Brian tilted his head towards another female approacher. In this place, despite Nik's looks, he wasn't getting any attention due to lack of costume but since he promised himself grandness with a single dino tee, he'll see to it till the end!
"... sure..." Krodh stated softly with a narrowed gaze.
"For my lines, I need to know if you're, you know... a lone, unexplored star or not," Nik continued.
Furrowing his brows, Krodh waited for Nik to explain himself as the Lust Apostle sighed.
"Dog, are you a virgin or not?"
"I tasted my first blood when I was 3 days old!" Krodh's eyes revealed ruthlessness but Nik still felt unsure.
"So... have you done it?" Nik pressed.
"Countless times. The shrieks of my opponents are a delight to my very being," Krodh revealed a proud expression, "They could only lower themselves humbly while I plowed through all!"
'This is good,' Nik smiled internally. For better or worse, Krodh was quite the speaker as his words attracted the attention of several females and his forceful words made them bite their lower lips as they dripped with thirst while ogling the demon himself.
"Good, then," Nik chuckled, "You'll do well under my tutelage."
Soon, the doors to the club opened and the bouncer began checking the Identities of the patrons, of course, a formality he skipped for Nik once they two came to a humble 'understanding.'
"Hey! You let the guy without a costume enter!" One of the men, clearly disgruntled by the competition the trio proved to be, spoke up with an indignant expression. His words resonating with the woeful emotions of plenty who came here to get lucky. However, they all averted their gaze with traitorous intentions once the Bouncer banned the particular patron from the club services and even roughed the poor arachne up for getting a bit physical.
