The building was on high alert. Blissbinders patrolled the hallways like restless predators, their monstrous forms flickering beneath thin human illusions. Every corner, every stairwell, and every exit was under watch. Anyone suspicious was questioned—some never returned.
And right through that tense atmosphere walked two of the most unexpected saviors of the night.
The old technician—Grandpa—and a wiry, long-jawed man with twitchy eyes and a permanent smirk: The Smuggler. Pinky had somehow managed to convince him, bribing him with a hefty reward afterward. He'd always liked her but had often been ignored. Today, her sweet talk convinced him to join hands against the demon assault.
They rolled a creaky cart through the front entrance, stacked high with twenty heavy burlap sacks.
A Blissbinder-possessed guard stepped into their path. "What's all this?" she hissed, eyes glowing faintly.
The old man didn't flinch. "Zeolite," he grunted, slapping one of the sacks. "Water purifier. Management's orders. Gotta mix it into the tanks upstairs."
Thankfully, the boys had thought ahead—one sack really did contain Zeolite, just in case.
The Blissbinder narrowed her eyes. "Show me."
The Smuggler reached into the sack and scooped up a handful of dull gray granules. "Zeolite. Been using it to treat hard water. Heard complaints from some of the girls—skin breakouts."
The guard stared a second longer… then nodded. "Move."
They pushed the cart forward.
A second Blissbinder stepped in. "What about those cables?"
"Wiring," Grandpa snapped. "Spotlight at the tank's maintenance platform shorted last week. Can't fix the valve controls without light."
A familiar guard laughed. "Use a flashlight, Uncle Ben. Damn, why are you carrying so much stuff at your age?" But he backed away.
They passed through.
Grandpa leaned toward the Smuggler. "Tank room is up ahead. Let's get this over with."
The Smuggler nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a rare look of resolve. The two disappeared into the lift, dragging the cart behind them like it carried the fate of the world.
Meanwhile, in the room—
Pinky was buzzing with excitement. Helping her favorite YouTubers fight demons? This was something even her wildest dreams wouldn't have conjured up.
She had already informed the syndicate she was booked overnight with a customer. She even chipped in her savings to help buy the natural salt.
Samuel looked at Pinky with gratitude. "Sister Pinky, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You helping us escape from these demons may backfire once we're gone. Why not come with us?"
Danny added, "Yes, sister. These demons are evil. If they find out you helped us, you'll be in danger."
Pinky smiled. "It's okay. I hope they don't find out. But even if they do—it doesn't matter. I've been stuck in this hellhole for years. If I escape, they'll kill me. When my stepfather sold me here and my mother agreed… I already died back then. One day, when you're strong enough to destroy them—avenge me. Banishing these evils is enough. This is the first time someone treated me with respect. Called me sister… instead of looking at me like a toy. I'm happy to help. I'll cherish this memory forever. And you both owe me autographs before you leave!"
Silence followed. The boys didn't know what to say. A fire stirred in their hearts.
Samuel's eyes sharpened with resolve. Danny clenched his fists.
Deep within their minds, Maya felt it. "They're changing…" she whispered.
A phone rang. Pinky answered and passed it to Danny.
"Uncle, as mentioned, use the heater to warm the tank. Three hours should be enough. While it's heating, dump all the salt in. It'll dissolve faster in hot water. Be careful. Let us know when you're done."
Samuel sipped his Himalayan Energy Drink. They had been drinking them periodically to mask their aura. He closed his eyes and began meditating to sharpen his mind.
Three hours. That was all they had.
Danny made a phone call, whispering like he was negotiating something big. Pinky sat quietly, occasionally glancing at them. Then she heard snoring.
Samuel had fallen asleep in his meditative pose.
Maya facepalmed. "Damn it… I thought he changed!"
Danny hung up and gave Pinky a sheepish grin. "Sister, do you have anything to eat?"
"You're hungry? Don't worry, I'll order takeout. What do you want?" she offered.
"Really? Then pizza, please!" Danny said.
"Throw in some chicken wings. Maybe three pizzas," Samuel added with eyes still shut.
"I thought you were sleeping!" Pinky giggled.
"Food wakes him up," Danny laughed. "Also, add more Himalayan Salt Energy drinks to the order."
Pinky placed the order. An hour later, food arrived. The three of them sat on the floor, eating and laughing. The room filled with warmth and chatter. Pizza boxes open, fingers greasy, soda cans cracked—like kids at a sleepover.
The laughter… became their shield.
Outside, chaos brewed.
Blissbinders were searching like rabid dogs. Snarling. Growling. Moving in packs. They went door to door—ripping open curtains, sniffing out residue, scanning for traces of Hell Order. Some banged on doors, interrogating customers and girls alike.
But a few rooms, they ignored—rooms with ongoing "business." They wouldn't dare disturb an active client session unless absolutely necessary.
And so, the room filled with laughter and pizza survived the sweep.
Inside the minds of the boys, Maya was fuming. "Idiots…" she muttered. Her fingers twitched in annoyance. "You're supposed to be preparing for battle, not stuffing your faces like pigs before a sacrifice."
But deep inside… she didn't stop watching.
High above, in the Queen's chamber—
The Queen of Blissbinders stood like a statue carved from obsidian and lust. Her figure was elegant, wrapped in crimson silk that shimmered like blood under moonlight. Her room glowed with soft, seductive lighting. Incense curled in the air, thick with forbidden scents.
But her eyes…
Her eyes blazed.
The air was thick with tension. Several underlings knelt on the floor around her, trembling.
She held one man by the neck—an unfortunate client who had come to the wrong room at the wrong time. Her fingers pressed into his throat as she drained the very soul from him, his body writhing before going limp. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the last wisp of his spirit disappeared into her.
She dropped the corpse like garbage.
"Why do I feel so… uneasy?" she murmured. Her sixth sense prickled. Something was wrong.
"Have they found the Enforcers?"
"No, my Queen," an underling replied, voice shaking.
"Then FIND THEM. NOW."
Her aura burst outward—a wave of dark seduction mixed with death.
Glass cracked.
The Blissbinders outside flinched as the energy flooded the building like a rising tide.
"Seal every door. Strip every floor. I want their bodies at my feet… before sunrise."
Clock is ticking every second. As the queen get hotter and hotter, climax is around the corner. Stay tune!