The GLYPH agents soon found themselves in Newark, New Jersey. The two remaining missions they’d been assigned pertained to Diabolus’s activities in the area – they were to destroy one of their bases, and also track down one of their officers who’d found a FORMA, and “acquire” said FORMA, through whatever means necessary.
According to scouting intel they’d been given, the officer they were in search of was a man named Seth Walker, and he’d reportedly been seen at the base they were ordered to destroy from time to time. Dahye and Ace had worked out that, if he were to be present at the base on this day, it would be within an hour of their arrival in town, so if the stars aligned, they’d potentially be able to take care of both missions at once.
“Alright, everyone, the base isn’t far from here, so we have some time before we’ll begin,” Dahye said as the group huddled in a circle at the station. “Does anyone need a quick break before we start?”
Gisela nodded. “Yeah. Bathroom.”
“Okay, that’s fine. I’m going to stake the area out for a bit in the meantime. In about thirty minutes, we’ll meet up outside the station and head out for the mission, okay?”
Gisela didn’t actually need the bathroom. She did want a break from the others, as she wasn’t quite used to having to spend so much time working directly with people, and was relieved to get some more time to herself, but the purpose for her request for a break wasn’t simply for some alone time.
In truth…she was thirsty.
On the train ride to Newark, she’d spent some time searching up glory holes in the area on her phone. She wasn’t sure if she’d even have time to actually make use of any of them, given how intent Dahye was on keeping the group as efficient on getting these missions done as quickly as possible, but when the leader had granted them all a quick break, Gisela pounced on the opportunity.
Like most people, Gisela loved sex. But for her, it was a bit of a pain in the ass to commit to it at times. For one, the need for socializing to find people to have sex with in the first place was pretty draining on her, and often something she deemed more trouble than it was worth.
As a good-looking young woman with a… “gifted” chest, she had no shortage of eager partners whenever she did bother leaving her apartment, but she found most of them a little too obnoxious to deal with. Maybe it was the places she frequented, or maybe it was the types of people who were most attracted to her style and vibe – either way, she found most of them too overeager, and too likely to become obsessed with her if she actually gave them a chance.
For her, what she was really in pursuit of was some means of conjuring up a partner whenever she was in the mood, using them to scratch whatever specific itch she had in that moment, then dismissing them the instant that was done – no fuss, no chit-chat, no risk of having them beg for more.
A glory hole was one means of fulfilling that need for her. She’d only gotten into them fairly recently on the recommendation of an online friend, and had enjoyed it the few times she’d tried it thus far, and was hoping this short break would prove fruitful as well.
As she locked herself in the right stall, she found the hole carved in the wall that she’d read about online. On the specific site she’d used, she’d anonymously stated her potential appearance in the stall at around this time, and had seen a few other anonymous users express interest in swinging by around then.
A few minutes passed by with no activity, which had her a bit annoyed. Partly at the lack of dick coming through the hole, but more so at herself for potentially wasting precious minutes of her short break, and for not checking in online and confirming she would be at the hole, as that likely would have helped her time-sensitive arrangement.
But just as she procured her phone to pull up the site, a few taps hit the wall, along with a guy on the other side whispering, “Anyone in there?”
“Yeah,” she replied, keeping her voice low.
As she heard the stranger on the other side unzip his pants, her tongue slipped out and licked at her green lips. She’d been hungry for some cock, and was hoping this one didn’t disappoint.
The dick that came through the hole wasn’t especially long, but it was one of the girthiest cocks she’d ever laid eyes on. Dark, fat, veiny, and meaty – just how she liked it. Practically had her salivating.
After examining it to make sure it didn’t look diseased or anything, and taking a sniff to make sure this guy actually took showers (she’d had a bad experience in this regard not long ago), she was satisfied, and got down on her knees.
Her tongue settled on the underside, and she pulled back on it, working her way up to the tip. As she felt the guy on the other side of the wall shiver, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, enjoying how thick and full it felt in her mouth, even letting out a little purr around it.
“Damn, your lips feel pretty nice…”
While she didn’t usually care for hearing her partners speak in situations like this, this one had a pretty deep voice that tickled her ears nicely, so she let it slide. Working her way down his shaft and pressing her lips into it every now and then, she left a few green rings around him, one of her favorite things to do while giving head.
After coating his cock in her saliva and lipstick, she started working her mouth around him faster and faster, wanting to drain a nice load of cum down her throat. She kept letting out little moans each time she completed a lap down his length, really liking how thick his meat was. For a moment, she lamented the wall being in between them, imagining how good it’d feel to have him grab her head and facefuck her as hard as he could, but that was the price to pay for the anonymity, she supposed.
The excitement of the whole scene started to bite at her, and she wiggled her jacket down her shoulder and tugged down the top beneath her mesh shirt, popping one of her fat tits out from within. She groped and squeezed at it through the mesh, regretful the guy on the other end couldn’t suck on the nipple for her, and ram his big, dark dick between her boobs.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Gisela pushed forward as much as she could, practically kissing the wall itself, wanting him to spray his jizz directly down her throat. She was on the verge of gagging as this girthy beast convulsed in her mouth over and over, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. Her jaw ached at having to keep itself open enough to throat him, but that in and of itself turned her on even more. Goddamn, it felt good to choke on a big dick.
She heard him groan and gasp when she slowly pulled her head back until his dick was free again. It was drenched in spit, cum, and green lipstick, and Gisela couldn’t help but admire her little work of…wall art. Too bad she couldn’t paint his balls to match.
“Shit, that was good,” he said as she pushed herself back to her feet and adjusted her clothes. While she was a little pleased by the compliment, she was also still a bit annoyed that he was talking at all, but whatever. It was done, and it had been fun.
As she gathered her things to leave the stall, she heard the stranger’s phone buzz in his pocket, him scrambling to get his dick back into his pants, his pants being pulled back up his legs, his hand digging through his pocket to retrieve his phone, and an angry old guy’s voice on the other end of the call barking: “Pedro, where the fuck are you?! You’re fifteen minutes late!”
“Oi! Piss off! You called me in last minute, prick!”
Gisela didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, as the stranger outside frantically scurried off, and she herself departed the stall to return to the station to await the mission.
“‘Bout time you manned the fuck up, Seth!” Luke barked as he walked up beside his “friend”, slapping him roughly across the back.
Seth scowled and turned his head away, noticing Luke was still bare-ass naked and covered in fluids. He’d been waiting on the docks outside of the warehouse, staring out into the ocean, and Luke’s heavy smack nearly pushed him into the water. “Seriously? You couldn’t be bothered to put on some clothes?”
“Tch, don’t be such a little priss,” Luke replied, stretching his arms and taking in the outside air for the first time in hours. “You’re just jealous I get pussy and you don’t.”
Seth rolled his eyes and sighed. He was no stranger to Luke’s personality, but being familiar with it didn’t make it any less obnoxious. Still, he wasn’t going to take his frustration any further than eye rolls and annoyed little lectures. Luke was probably the best muscle Diabolus had at its disposal, so cutting ties with him was an absolute no-go for the higher-ups. And besides, Seth… kind of considered him as a friend. Maybe. Perhaps “friend” was too strong a word, but he did, in a strange way, enjoy his company. The two boys were the same age and often involved in similar work for Diabolus, and had built a sort of brotherhood through it, he supposed. “Whatever. That’s not why I’m here. I-”
“Yeah, you’re here to sign that devil contract, right?!” said Luke, a big grin stretching across his face. He threw his arm over Seth’s shoulders, and leaned in close. “Trust me: it’ll be the best fuckin’ thing you ever do in your fuckin’ life!”
“I didn’t say I was going to sign it.”
Luke’s smile warped into a scowl. “Huh? Are you still pussyfootin’ around it, man? Grow a fuckin’ spine already!”
Seth leaned his head away. He wasn’t strong enough to completely break Luke’s grip on him right now, not without putting in some exertion that Luke might take as a signal to start roughhousing – or straight up fighting, and Seth wasn’t in the mood for that right now. Or ever, really. “I wanted to ask you more about how it works first.”
“Tch. What more do I need to tell ya? Ya sign it, ya get mad fuckin’ powerful, and you can turn into a badass demon! What aren’t you getting, dude?”
“There’s no way that’s all there is to it,” Seth replied. “That’s too good to be true. There’s gotta be a catch or something, right?”
Now it was Luke’s turn to roll his eyes. He’d tried selling Seth on signing a devil contract before, but it never took. He’d been hoping this little meeting would finally get him over the edge, yet here he was being all wishy-washy about it still. “Not really. All ya gotta do is pay whatever thing the devil wants from you, and once you do, it’s all good.”
Seth mulled over the response. From what he’d heard, Luke had come face-to-face with an actual devil – a wicked monster from beyond this world who’d granted him power through a devil contract. There were a small handful of higher-ranking members of Diabolus who were rumored to have powers granted to them from devils as well, but he’d never gotten confirmation on that. The higher-rankers wouldn’t speak on stories like that so freely, nor would they ever consider bragging about it so openly like Luke did. And the way Luke so casually mentioned the experience, seemingly not understanding why someone who had a proper head on their shoulders would find the story disturbing, didn’t quite sit right with Seth.
But he couldn’t deny that, if it really did work out fine, like it had for Luke, and potentially the Diabolus bosses…maybe it was worth going for?
Seth raised a brow at Luke. “And what did you pay to the devil?”
Luke smiled. “My parents and my little sister.”
“What?”
“The devil snapped his fingers, and all three of ‘em popped up right in front of him.” He bit down on the air in front of him to demonstrate. “Tore ‘em in half with one bite and ate ‘em right there.”
“…Luke…That’s fucked up.”
Luke released him and shrugged. “Nah. They weren’t worth a shit anyway. A deadbeat, a cop, and a whore. Big fuckin’ whoop. There’s plenty of those in the world.” With a smirk, he pointed his thumb towards himself. “But there’s only one me. Easiest fuckin’ trade ever!”
Seth went silent for a few moments, thinking over what Luke had said. He didn’t know Luke’s family and couldn’t say he was personally bothered by their deaths, but it was Luke’s complete disregard for them that had him uneasy.
But…he supposed that was probably why Luke was rising through Diabolus faster than he was, and why the bosses were considering giving Luke the spot that they’d previously been priming Seth for. Luke had no obstacles in life. Nothing holding him back. Nothing keeping him from being a monster on the battlefield. And not even his abrasive, off-putting attitude was enough to get anyone to kick him out. Hell, it probably made them respect him more, even if that respect was born of fear. Luke was the complete opposite of him, and was all the more successful for it.
Seth reached into his jacket and pulled forth a FORMA card, holding it out in front of him. The word “[Chain]” was printed on it.
Luke poked his head over Seth’s shoulder. “Hm? What’s that shit?”
“It’s a FORMA,” Seth responded, quite surprised Luke hadn’t just yanked it right out of his hand. “They’re these special cards that give you magical powers. They’ve become a pretty big deal over the last few years. Kinda surprised you haven’t heard of them.”
“Meh, whatever,” Luke said, once again catching Seth by surprise. “I bet I already got a shitton more power than that stupid little thing.”
He was probably right. Seth had used the FORMA a few times, and while it had been quite useful, it wasn’t exactly the trump card he’d always hoped his first FORMA would be. He’d heard of how rare and important they were – every officer in Diabolus had been told to grab them whenever they popped up, and keep them tightly within the org’s grip by any means necessary. Seth had always imagined finding a FORMA and using that to make a big power move and rise in the ranks through Diabolus, but he wasn’t sure this one was going to give him the power boost he needed to make that happen.
But what about that devil contract…?
Seth tucked the FORMA back into his jacket and nodded away from the sea. “Anyway, my time’s up. I’ve gotta head back to Newark.”
Luke scoffed. “Tch. Holy shit, dude, you’re still not gonna just sign the goddamn thing?! How bitch-made are you?!”
Sighing, Seth turned around and started walking away. “No, I’m actually considering it for real.” He reached up a hand and waved goodbye. “When I’m done with my shift today, I’ll let you know.”
Luke spat into the sea. As the water waved and rippled, Luke’s reflection was temporarily replaced by the image of his demon form. “Tch. Why the fuck are you dragging your ass on this, Seth…? Being a demon fucking rules!”
The GLYPH agents gathered on the roof of a building neighboring the Diabolus facility they were set to take down, giving them a vantage point over the building.
From the outside, it just looked like some storehouse of some kind – a big, square building with several loading bay doors in the back lot – there were similar buildings around the city, but those were legitimate businesses. Annabelle’s scanners detected that inside were dozens of armed Diabolus soldiers, as they’d been expecting.
“Gisela, I’m going to have you keep a distance,” Dahye said, motioning towards the different nearby rooftops. “You should be able to use that grappling hook of yours to maneuver around if you need to, and you can provide cover fire from up here.”
Gisela nodded, rolling up her sleeves to expose her bracelets. Ace then held up his ArsenALL briefcase. “Guessing you’ll need me to bomb the place.”
“Yes,” said Dahye. “You and I will infiltrate the base on foot.” She then turned to Annabelle. “As for Annabelle…”
“The little lady’s too slow to keep up with us,” Ace cut in. “She could probably give us a little power boost or whatever before we go in, but she’s probably better off staying out of harm’s way.”
Dahye frowned, feeling it a bit cruel to leave Annabelle out of the action yet again, but she couldn’t really argue with Ace. But her guilt did ease a bit when the android girl gave her signature salute and kick. “Affirmative, alchemist!”
Dhara then appeared around Dahye. “You must be ready to kill, Dahye. Your enemy will not spare your lives when you battle them.”
She nodded, albeit with a sigh. “I know. Don’t worry.”
“Ayy… Seems like fortune’s smiling on us today, ladies~” She turned to see Ace pointing off in the distance. Following his finger, she saw a young man walking towards the front entrance of the Diabolus base.
It was Seth Walker, the officer whose FORMA they needed to retrieve.
Ace’s fingers swiped along his briefcase’s dial, until it read 73275. The ArsenALL beeped and clicked open, and out popped a collection of smoke grenades and flashbangs. “All set, captain.”
Dahye nodded, and grabbed hold of the handle of her katana, looking down at the Diabolus base down below.
“Alright, everyone…” An image of Dohee flashed across her mind. “Let’s get this done so we can all head home.”
