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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Not her style. She's a businesswoman, not a spy. And like I said, succubus powers don't WORK like this."

[adzi]

"So, where should we look? The cellar? Behind the bar?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"We had been dealing MPMH people being hexed, so I REALLY would MPMH be surprised if they could somehow make her powers work in a MPMH way. But this could MPHM be just some bizarre magic with the intent to drop the blame on her too, MPMH if I know at this point."
"I never visited a casino, so probably the cellar if MPMH are a thing here."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

As Jarvis finishes his sentence, a loud crash sounds behind him.

General Satan, of the Demon Lord's forces, groans as he pulls himself to his feet, a ruined slot machine being the evidence of his arrival.
"Ugh....damn."
"Satan?! What are you doing here?!"
"Could ask you the same question, Bel. I thought you were in hiding."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Hey, buddy! Good to see you again."

"Look, we're probably about to have to beat up a lot of people. You want in on this action?"

[adzi]

"Welcome to this crazy time, Satan! How the hell did you even enter? I mean,  people don't usually crash the place up when they get it."

"Wait. If you are here, we can safely assume that we are also going to see..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Lucifer insisted. He said Asmodeus was in danger. I snuck in the back but the bouncers caught me."
"In danger? What do you mean in danger?!"
"Someone tipped him off about some chick called the Queen of Hearts-"
"You know, it's quite rude to be so violent when looking for someone."

The group is suddenly met by a hooded woman, clad wholly in white. Though most of her face is hidden in shadow, the clothes she wears practically cling to her dress, showing off her voluptuous, curvy figure. Next to her is a black-haired woman, with dewy, red eyes, pale, smooth skin and an equally-voluptuous body, her arms and legs bound by rings of gold.

"Bel! Get this stuff off me!"
"Asmodeus! Who the hell is this?"
"My, my. Not one, but three Demon Generals today. Hm, hm. Let's play a game, shall we?"

The woman snaps her fingers, and she and Asmodeus are teleported away, onto a balcony overlooking the  casino floor from above.
"If you play a game with me and I win, I get to do whatever I like with these filthy demons. If you win, I'll let them go."
Satan's eyes suddenly flare red, a palpable heat rising off him.
"You bitch. Let her go!"
"Satan Ira Draconia, General of Wrath. My, you certainly live up to your title. It's a shame your kind oppose us. If you simply decided to never show your faces on our world and lived in Hellrealm like good little hellspawn, maybe I might consider you even a worthy peon."
"Wait a second..."

Team F is suddenly keenly aware that every patron who has drunk the free drinks is looking right at them, with a mixture of confusion and lust.

[adzi]

"Da-yum, Asmodeus looks as good as I expected... and that culrpit lady is also hi-class... AHEM!"

"Who are you, even, and what's your deal?! And what is this love potion bullshit going on here?!" - Momotarou addressed the robed woman angrily, pointing at her... pointedly.

[Praefectus Screptum]

As if this wasn't weird enough, now yet another Demon General shows up, just what is going on?
"Satan. Where the MPMH is Lucifer?"
"In danger!? Were they onto us MPMH whole time?"
Jarvis reached for his gear the moment the culprit behind this mess showed up, only to briefly glare at Momotarou's reaction considering how serious this situation was.
"Not MPHM time for your MPMH. Get yourself together."
"Serena, do you know this figure? Who is MPMH arrogant weirdo?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"She sounds familiar but.....oh, for Goddess' sake, Detect Glamour."
Serena snaps her fingers and something shimmers across the hooded woman's visage. The hooded figure smirks.
"Ah, finally. You found the one thing you were useful for, Serena, using pointless party tricks to impress mortals. I apologise for Serena, man with the wiggler mask, she can be somewhat useless."
"She's using some kind of glamour. As it's not a curse, I can't actually break it. I don't know spells to break anything else!"
"That's....oddly specific."
"Oh, a useful Goddess you are. Luckily for you, I DO know a glamour-breaking spell. You're going to have to get me closer. Snake girl, whoever you are, get some help. This is going to get messy."
"Y-yes, Ma'am! I-it's such an honor to meet you, L--Lady Belphegor! I-I'd always thought it was a myth t-that you ever left that armor-'"
"Help? Now?"
Sitri simply nods hurriedly and slithers away to gather cavalry.
"Impressive talk for a slothful hellspawn."

[adzi]

"I AM serious, godsdammit." -said Momotarou, fastening belts on his cestii.

"We'll propably have to cover Belphergor for a bit."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Not as impressive MPMH your arrogance thinking so low of these people. You are full of MPMH, whoever you are, you need to MPH your head out of your arse."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Enough yapping. I already know which way the wind is blowing, so fire the starting pistol and I'll take everyone here's ass to church."

Keith settled into a hitman boxing stance, grinning from ear to ear.

[Taricus]

"You know Keith, I was going to ask how messy this was going to get. But if we're taking them to church? I feel like that's all I need to know on how messy this will be."

Vlad then pointed to the white-clad woman in a dramatic fashion.
"One chance for you to give up, or we're gonna bring this whole house down around you!"

[adzi]

"NO DON'T!"