Reborn in Hazbin Hotel with the interdimensional lottery system!

Chapter 17: Trust excercises 2



(James POV)

Angel Dust had an uneasy smile on his face while he looked at me. I really hope I didn't scare him. Even though I thought he was hot as hell (heh), it felt wrong in my soul to creep out an abuse victim.

Thankfully it looked like he got over it and put his hand in mine with a renewed smirk on his face. "Well, handsome, how'd you hear of me? "Have you watched one of my videos lately?" His fingers slightly caressed my hand before starting to trail on my arm, his teasing Brooklyn accent being purposefully seductive.

I blush, my dark skin gaining an even darker color on my cheeks. "Nah, I don't watch porn, but my friends were ranting and raving about you, and suffice to say, I can see where the hype comes from."

Although I wasn't lying about not watching porn, I couldn't really tell someone that I had known them by watching them in a show, capturing their details and personal issues.

Before Angel could respond, I felt a presence coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a small group of about 7 sinners, all equipped with weapons of some kind. They were marching towards me and Angel Dust specifically instead of engaging in the all-out war that was happening right next to us.

They also obviously weren't involved in the war at all with the way they were dressed. Unlike all the sinners here who had shoddy weapons and clothes that looked as if they would fall apart from a slight breeze, they were different.

The weapons these sinners had looked professionally made, like army weapons, compared to the sinners, who looked like a redneck crackhead had whipped up his own personal Desert Eagle with sticks, duct tape, and a dream.

The clothes they had also stood out; they were all wearing some type of red dress, even the men. They also had the emblem of a golden eye with a green pupil on some parts of their body. Some were on their own eyes, others were on their naked arms; the only thing that stayed consistent was that the emblem was on their bare skin.

I extended myself to hear the murmurs amongst the crowd.

"The target is also near Angel Dust, a famous porn star in the Pride ring."

"Really? God, I love her videos. Did you know she once went 3 rounds with 5 cocks at the same time?"

"...Do you have any actual information, or do you wish to share with us your porn fantasies, you damn gooner?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know that she's working for Valentino, one of the V's. Maybe if we capture her as well we can get a little bonus if you know what I mean."

"Dude, you do know that Angel Dust is a guy, right?"

"...What?"

While that guy went through his sexual identity crisis, I tried to scout out their weapons and equipment. 3 of them had handguns, 2 had small daggers on their hips, and the last two only had brass knuckles. Another sinner had tried to walk up on them and threaten them with his group, but he only got a knuckle sandwich that literally blew his head off.

These weapons had something odd about them; they all had an aura around them that my cursed energy flared at, something it never did before. I actually had to restrain it from coming out. The only reason I can think of for my cursed energy to be acting like this would be if they were made of angelic steel, an alloy that can permanently kill sinners and angels too, even though that's stupid.

By this time, they noticed me noticing them, and the three that had guns wasted no time and raised them up to start blasting at me. I immediately shielded myself in front of Angel Dust and prepared to tank the bullets, my cursed energy flaring to life.

BANG BANG BANG

"Shit!" Angel Dust cursed and got behind a loose rock. Meanwhile, I looked down and inspected my chest in confusion. The bullets went through my cursed energy reinforcement like it was nothing. When I had fought the robbers in the mall, my cursed energy could block those bullets, but why not these? Was it because they were made of Angelic Steel? Thankfully, due to a mix of me being in my Heian Form, total concentration breathing, and peak performance, I tanked the bullets, barely causing bruising on my skin.

But what really intrigued me the most was how my cursed energy reacted to this. You see, although the bullets zipped right through my reinforcement, the bullets still clung onto my body, crushed up, and I could feel my cursed energy acting on its own, covering the bullets, and it felt like it was studying it.

I pried off most of the bullets but positioned 2 on my back to keep my cursed energy occupied and satiate my curiosity about what it was doing. I caught a small glimpse of the group's conversation, fear evident but not at me.

"What the fuck, how did he walk off Angelic Steel!?"

"We can't go back to the mistress without the job done. Omega Team, go in and engage the target; I and Alpha Team will provide background support."

And with that, the 4 members who had melee weapons charged at me with no hesitation, the ones with the daggers trying to sneak around and get into my blind spots while the two with the brass knuckles engaged me directly.

I took the spear off my shoulder, putting my hand at the end of the shaft, letting my body try and take the reins.

The enemy on the right intends to go after the eye., while the enemy on the left will go for a liver punch. 

With my body's new muscle memory, I grabbed the end of the spear, thrusting the tip into the sinner on the right's chest, making him block with his brass knuckles as he got knocked away.

Meanwhile the one on the right tried to hit me in the liver, but I grabbed the spear in a reverse grip and clocked the hell (heh) out of him with the butt of the spear.

Footsteps behind. Possible assassins.

I quickly turned around to see the dagger sinners trying to rush me with the two knives, each aiming at my spine. I managed to turn around in time to grab the daggers of the two at the same time.

"Nice knife."

I said, snapping both of their daggers with my hands. The daggers barely cut me, but my cursed energy spread to the daggers as well, alongside the injuries on my skin. Just what was it trying to do, I wonder?

Well anyway, I've been thinking. Now that I have Total Concentration Breathing, that means I can make a breathing style, and since I got Vaggie's memories of her time as a spearwoman, I could be the first to ever make a spear breathing art. It'll be cool as hell (heh).

But before I could even try doing that, my cursed energy leveled out and became smoother than it ever was. With six eyes, I got nigh perfect control over my cursed energy, but it always felt rough, coarse, like it was sandpaper moving through my veins.

But now it felt like water, smoothly moving through my body, overall just feeling way more pleasant to use. But one thing that really shocked me was when I summoned some to my hand; the azure blue glue I was accustomed to had an almost unnoticeable grey aura.

My cursed energy now looked as if it was part holy, an oxymoron is it not?

I got into a basic spearman stance, putting my legs apart and dropping my spear into my bottom hands, putting my top one in a basic boxing stance. My cursed energy flared to life, its pseudo-holiness almost pushing back against hell, making barely audible screeching sounds.

Well, that wasn't worrying at all.

Gunfire echoed out again; this time, all 3 of the people with guns shot at me, unloading their entire clip. But unlike last time, my cursed energy actually blocked the bullets full stop without going straight to my body.

"You know, I always wanted to try making my own fighting style; I don't suppose you strapping young gentlemen can help me, right?"

Their faces gained darkened expressions as the next words echoed out of my mouth, cutting the very ground I was standing on before I rushed at them.

"Way Of The Demon, First Stance: Cut"


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