(Amery at Poker)
"I swear to god, this bitch is like a damn robot!" A shark sinner said, an expression of frustration upon his face as he glared at Amery, who stared back with the same expressionless gaze that had lost him thousands of souls.
For some time now, Amery has been bringing in chips like it's nobody's business. Win after win after win, it's like she was favored by lady luck herself, though for her, it was pure skill. With her natural poker face covering up her expression even when she had a trash hand.
Along with her mind being that of a supercomputer, it was like taking candy from a baby how much she won, although something still eluded her. Apparently she had a "soul" ; this body should not be able to handle the amount of calculations she was doing. Hell, she did multiple equations of quantum mechanics in her head for fun and solved them easily.
Though she knew that this robot was not made for anything even close to that, being made only for sex and general debauchery, not even being able to process anything above high-school-level math, which brought her to the main subject she had been thinking about while robbing the poker players blind.
Symbolism is almost everything here. What she means by this would be that symbols matter much more than anything physical, being the end-all be-all of a bunch of things. For example, even though this body shouldn't be able to even comprehend advanced physics, she could do it anyway because her soul made the body catch up to her.
Even when looking at her master's soul, she found that it was almost like a liquid, constantly streaming around his body, topping off at his brain. His cursed energy also worked in tandem with his soul; from her observations, sometimes doing things that her master wasn't even thinking about, like keeping a consistent level of reinforcement, swirling around his heart like a whirlpool, and the most curious of them all would be how it flared up at every emotion, not just negative ones like it should.
She even tried this with her own cursed energy, and it only barely worked, having her remember feeling for the first time ever to be able to summon it like she did against Vox. From what she could tell, her master was not only forcing his energy to obey him but the universe as well. Speaking of the universe, she had noticed something felt…off.
She couldn't explain it, but it felt like something had been attached to her, although she felt stronger because of it, something like a name… Maybe even a title. Regardless, like her master said, she should just enjoy this night and not worry about the big stuff, so she'll just continue to squeeze the money out of these "greedy pigs," as her master called all poker players.
(Angel Dust at Baccarat)
He swore he couldn't go anywhere without this shit happening!
It was just like any other casino game. He went in, used his easily exploitable body to secure a few wins, never followed through on what he said, and got out, but today just had to be different. Well, at first everything had been normal; he used his pretty little face to break down the dealer's will enough to tell him which hand was the best while promising him a blowie outside when he got off of work.
(Like hell he was doing that; he felt like a million bucks today, and he was NOT going to ruin it by having to wash out cum from his fur!)
Unfortunately, like everything in his shitty life, something just had to come up, and not in a good way. When he started going on a winning streak, it attracted the… unsavory kind of people. You know, the kind of people that thought since they had mildly above-average dicks and lost their virginity, it meant that they could bend over any slut they so choose.
Well, not this slut! Angel Dust is and has done a lot of things, but he will NEVER hook up in a casino; that's just a bad concoction in general. So the three people who he was talking about had tried to go up and flirt with the amazing Angel Dust, trying again and again in their attempts.
At first, Angel had entertained their flirtations, fluttering his eyes when complimented, laughing at their horrible, terrible, horrifying jokes. (Seriously, James could tell way better jokes than these clowns.) But then they started hassling him, trying to get him to "get out of here before someone takes advantage of her pretty self."
He eventually just resigned himself to it; he knew this kind of shit would happen any time he went anywhere, so he might as well just roll with the punches even if it hurts him… Well, that was before his big-dicked (in theory) savior in a blue suit came.
"He doesn't want you, little bro; back up." He said, coming in from the side and grabbing one of the men's arms, trying to grope his chest fluff that everyone thought were tits. "Aw, c'mon dude, she's totally feeling me; besides, it's not like she's your boyfriend!" One of the trio obnoxiously yelled.
Out of the corner of Angel's eye, he could see Nifty walking around the floor, looking unusually distracted and without the usual mania in her eye, simply walking around until her eye found James, stopping in her tracks.
"1. He's a dude, dude! You were trying to flirt with a guy! 2. I have a girlfriend, but it doesn't mean I'm just going to stand by while you harass one of my friends, so beat it." He scoffed, a cocky smile growing on his face as he glared at the group. The leader of the brain-dead fucks didn't respond, trying to solve this with his fists and launching a sharp jab at James' face.
He didn't even try to move out of the way, taking it head-on while keeping the same smile; it even grew a little. The guy who threw the punch backed up a little, a look of fear crossing his face. "No, c'mon, you were so confident in yourself; go ahead, throw another punch." James said, his smile splitting his cheeks as he talked to them in a mockingly encouraging voice.
The man who threw the punch held his hand in pain as he obviously lacked a few IQ points, judging from the fact that he just tried to swing with his other hand. But before he could even lift his hand up, he got launched to the floor like an invisible truck just knocked him flat on his ass. The other two looked at him and James but got thrown to the ground as well.
Angel looked back at James and saw him blowing on his fist that was emanating smoke. He swore, if he were a girl, he would be so damn wet right now… Would it be bad that he kind of still is?
"Now, now, gentlemen, I can't have you causing a ruckus in my casino, can I?"
Before Angel could ponder on his sudden hunger for BJC (Big James Cock), a deep voice emanated from all the directions of the room. It echoed so hard that everyone in the casino could feel it, even the imp by the bar that had been crying about how he can't call his employee "baby-dick" anymore jumped up.
In a crescendo of fire, a figure appeared, the same man who was plastered on the walls outside appeared in the flames with a golden trident, his black unruly fur bouncing as he stared at James with a grin.
"Now, boy, why don't you, your friend, and that one-eyed maid step into my office?"
"...Are we about to be assaulted?"
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(The End)
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