Chapter 175: Infernal Visitor

Chapter 175: Infernal Visitor

Alastor hummed a little tune as he walked down the famous Red Street in Averlon. His horns and infernal nature hidden thanks to some clever applications of magic. Honestly, this place reminded him of part of the Lust Ring, albeit alot tamer. For instance, the harlots and whores dotted the streets, but unlike hell, the ones here had covered chests.

Things are always hotter in hell...

Alastor looked at the glittering street lit up by red magical lights. Alastor had to give it to the Empress of this nation, she managed to turn an eyesore into a tourist attraction. From what his agents have said, word of this place has spread as far as Divonia.

Case and point he spotted a pair of wealthy merchants that had the trademark dark skin found in the region controlled by the Merchant Princes. The two of them were heading straight down the street with a clear destination in mind.

If Alastor was a betting demon, and he is, he would bet they were heading for the same place he was. The destination was obvious there was a small crowd in the distance, all of them clamouring to get into the finest establishment in Terra.

But that wasn’t to say that the other places here weren’t doing well. Sex sells, and business was booming. The street was more than three times as wide as a regular street, and all along this large road were establishments that peddled the pleasures of the flesh and the thrill of chance.

Den of sin, the angels called it. Alastor calls it a monument to honesty. This was what lay within the deepest parts of the soul. The desires are repressed and now to be released for the right price.

Alastor cast his gaze across the street and saw the smaller brothels and casinos packed with clients. The beautiful women and gorgeous men all entertaining their clients. He could see many neon signboards lit up with the names of their establishments: The Blushing Peach, House of Roses, Nymph's Luck Lodge, Oasis of Pleasure and many more.

At last, Alastor arrived at the jewel of the Red Street, funded and owned by none other than the Empress herself. The gleaming and opulent, Casino Royale. A place for the most wealthy and influential clients. An establishment to draw the rich and powerful from across the world.

From what his agents have told him, the Casino Royale has attracted the patronage of Divonian Princes and Merchant Prince Wine Lords. The Lords from the Golden Sand of Zarima and the officers from the Imperial Army.

Alastor paused at the door of the Casino Royale and saw the opulent sign with the symbol of a crowned phoenix, front and centre. There was a pair of well-dressed guards in red and gold uniforms. They were screening the entrants, and it seemed that anyone underdressed would be denied entry. It wouldn’t be a problem for Alastor, considering he was wearing a fashionable black and red suit that would be fit for a Royal.

Alastor calmly bypassed the line and approached the door. The guards took one look at him and waved him in.

“Welcome to the Casino Royale sir.” one of the guards said politely.

“A pleasure.” Alastor replied in his usual classy tone as he entered the casino.

The moment he stepped in his ears were filled with the sounds of singing and loud music. He walked through the floor, past the tables where cards were being played. He glanced at a scantily clad waitress who walked past with a tray of drinks in hand. Alastor gracefully plucked a glass of wine off the tray and the waitress gave him a sultry smile before walking past.

Alastor took a sip as he looked at her walk away. Her plump rear clearly exposed thanks to the tong she was wearing. The twin cream-coloured globes sashayed away as her long brown hair swayed lightly with her stride.

“Not bad...” Alastor muttered with a grin as he took another sip before turning to the stage.

On stage was this beautiful blonde woman with sapphire blue eyes as she sang and danced. She was wearing a white corset with a short white skirt that would sway and flash her panties as she danced.

Alastor took another sip as he listened to her sing.

You fell deeper into this pit

So count your blessings cause this is it

So what if I misbehave

It’s what everybody craves

So come if you’re feeling brave

You fancy yourself a mate?

You want it, I got it, see what you like

You could have it all by the end of the night

Money and power, my sinful delight

Heaven and Hell, one hell of a high!

Alastor clapped as she finished her song along with the rest of her patrons. Alastor smirked as he turned and he approached one of the counters. When he reached the counter, the receptionist shot him a charming smile.

“How can I help you sir?” the receptionist smiled.

“I’m thinking of grabbing one of your best couches. If you don’t mind that is.” Alastor said with a charming smile, and he spotted the ever so slight trace of a blush cross her cheek.

“Of course sir, these are the prices.” the receptionist said as she pulled up a magical display. Alastor barely glanced at the screen as he kept his eyes on the pretty blonde-haired receptionist. She was exactly his type of woman. Cute, innocent and ripe for a bit of corruption. Alastor would like nothing more than to see her sweaty and come undone underneath him.

Alastor switched his vision, and he saw the particular aura of a woman who was currently romantically attached to someone else. How perfect... what fun...

.” Cecilia said as she took a sip of her wine.

“Thank you for the gift. Amie was truly a pleasure.” Alastor said with a charming smile as he sat down.

“I am happy you liked it, also for the child I assume you have no issues if we keep it? Since you have no desire to hold onto her.” Cecilia said nonchalantly as she gestured to Alastor to help himself to the wine.

“Ah of course, do you have a particular interest in Cambions? I can get you more if you want. Few take interest in human, demon hybrids. I assume it’s for the hive?” Alastor said as he glanced at the humanoid hive creature.

“Just a passing curiosity, natural hybrids are crude, after all Cambions are sterile.” the creature replied calmly.

“Ah, so this is a proxy body. A pleasure to finally meet you. I am...” Alastor began but was swiftly cut off by the Great Beast.

“My friend down under.” the Great Beast said with a smirk.

“I hope you liked my gift, I have more if you like.” Alastor said as he snapped his fingers and a stack of ancient tomes appeared on the table.

“Hmm, that will be useful. As for the Cambions?” the Great Beast asked.

“I will have them delivered, just let me know where and when.” Alastor replied with a smile.

“And no payment? A charitable demon is like wet fire. It doesn’t exist.” Cecilia asked as she raised a brow.

“Consider a gesture of good will. I’m a gambler at heart and I like to back the winning side.” Alastor replied with another winning smile.

“So what do you want?” Cecilia asked as she put her wine glass down.

“Right now, I wouldn’t mind a night with you.” Alastor said in a tone that made it seem like he was joking.

“Tempting but are you sure you know what you are asking for?” Cecilia asked with a cruel smile as her eyes flashed with an eldritch glow. Alastor felt a thrill of fear go up his spine as he felt ancient energies radiate from her body. That was enough proof for Alastor, she might have been born a human but she sure as hell wasn’t human now.

“Hmmm, being friends with a Firstborn has it’s perks.” Alastor said as he reclined in his chair.

“Believe me, I know that all too well. Still having an Archdemon tied up underneath me is quite the tempting offer.” Cecilia said with another cruel smile, and Alastor instantly began regretting his previous statement.

Something has been done to this woman. She might look like a young woman fresh into adulthood, but there was something about her that terrified him. Whatever the Great Beast did to her, he didn’t hold much back. Honestly, that crackle of power ever so slightly reminded him of the Watchers.

“So, would you like to give me that gift? I am quite curious to see what you are made of.” Cecilia asked as she taunted an Archdemon.

Alastor raised his hand in surrender as he gave her a smile.

“I would have to consider that gift.” Alastor replied, she was just as likely to give him a great night as she was to dissect him...

“Hmm, pity. Now then, as to the real reason you are here.” Cecilia said as she gazed at him her gaze growing cold.

“I wish to stay ahead of the competition, seeing as the Syndicate is doing such an admirable job drawing Heaven’s attention I thought I shouldn’t be left behind.” Alastor said, and Cecilia nodded.

“So you started moving into Divonia to match the Syndicate’s bid.” Cecilia said, and Alastor nodded.

“So tell me what are you going to offer? These trinkets you have given us are interesting, but the Syndicate has done more, and we aren’t even bringing Mahaila into the picture.” Cecilia stated.

“What could you offer? All of you want a seat at the table so why should you get a good seat.” Cecilia asked, and Alastor shifted his gaze to the Great Beast as if asking why does she get the best seat. The seat of an equal.

“I just like her, so she gets to have the best seat. Deal with it.” the Great Beast said as he downed the bottle of wine.

“Courting division between us will not end well for you.” Cecilia said calmly as if reading his mind. It wasn’t that much of a leap, causing infighting was a classic demon tactic.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” Alastor replied in jest.

“Yes I can.” the Great Beast replied a dangerous edge in his voice. Alastor, in response just gave the Great Beast an apologetic smile.

“My apologies, a joke in poor taste. As to what I offer. I think you might be quite interested.” Alastor said.

“And that is?” the Great Beast asked.

I offer all of Hell itself

Come let me explain the details...