"Wake up, Sunset."

The voice echoed in the vast space of blackness. Sunset wasn't certain where she was, but it felt somehow serene and peaceful. Something that she had never experienced in a very long time.

"Wake up."

Sunset opened her tired eyes, her vision blurred and her surroundings smudged into a mess.

"There you are. Where have you been?"

The voice was soft, gentle, and recognizably timid. It echoed loudly into Sunset's ears like a church bell. She suddenly felt lightheaded, her senses failing to function accordingly, as she was trapped in a temporary state of blindness.

"Stay away from her."

Another voice spoke, it was low, commanding and stern. Despite her surroundings seemed obfuscating, Sunset nearly felt the need to retreat from the second figure's towering height.

"She's nothing but trouble."

The second voice added. Sunset was confused. She tried blinking again, in a desperate attempt to see who those voices belonged to.

Even in their most foggy and confusing form, Sunset saw them turn their heads towards her direction. Then two pairs of glowing red orbs flashed before her. She yelled in pain as a sharp ringing noise pierced into her ears, and her skull shook under the vibration of the unknown force.

"Ah! Stop it!"

Sunset begged helplessly under the mercy of whatever was inflicting her so much pain.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! FUCKING STOP IT!"

"Hey, bacon strip! Wake up!"

Sunset opened her eyes and the ringing had ceased. Her lungs immediately extracted the oxygen it's been deprived of, gasping it in ever so feverishly, the sound of water moving peacefully replaced her anxious senses.

The harsh raining seemed to end, replaced with small droplets lightly sprinkling against her skin. Sunset felt her back ache against the bed of pebbles. She heaved herself up with the support of her elbows. Sitting up, she found herself by river.

Memories of the previous events played in her head. It was as vivid as a moving picture. The sounds of gunshots in the rain, the feeling of being hit by the blistering cold wind. It all happened so fast.

Sunset didn't even get the chance to react. The last thing she saw was the blood, then everything went black.

She looked down and saw the small demon sitting patiently on her lap.

"Finallyyyy." Flamepuff sighed dramatically. "I was afraid I had to wait six months for you to wake up."

Sunset frantically placed a hand on her temple. Feeling in any mark or some kind of wound.

"Relax, bacon strip." Flamepuff rolled his eyes. "I already took care of it. See?" He held a bloody, worn out pellet in his tiny black hand, showing it off as some sort of trophy before tossing it in his mouth.

There was a long pause from Sunset. She was still trying to process everything. The mere fact of dying for the second time alone was severely surreal for her to swallow.

"Yeah. Messed up your noggin pretty bad." Flamepuff snickered.

Sunset shook her head, her overthinking had brought her nothing but a migraine.

“Getting killed has a price.”

“What about it?” Sunset said nonchalantly. She truly just didn't give a damn at this point.

"The more you lose a part of yourself, the more I lend you a fragment of mine to replace what you lost."

“Huh. Like an organ transplant."

“Exacto! Though, it's really much more than that." Flamepuff's voice grew low and raspy.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Why are you telling me this?" Sunset asked, having absolute zero interest in listening to whatever the little demon had to tell, even though it sounded important.

Flamepuff released a small laugh before hovering near Sunset's face. "Because, my beautiful tasty bacon strip, I want you to remember that everytime you die, Hell binds itself with you more and more. Your body might not take it too well but trust me. It will be hella glorious."

There was as if a heavy shift in the wind. As if the molecules of space were crashing down on Sunset’s form as she stared into the demon’s piercing eyes. Orbs filled with Hell’s very own malevolence; reminding her of the much greater and darker forces ready to stand by her side in this twisted quest for madness.

"Strike one already. But hey, where's the fun in not dying?" Flamepuff teased, shifting back into his own childishness. "Like, come on! That was fun, wasn't it? It's not every day someone gets their brains turned to slush then manages to live to tell the tale!"

After taking all the useful information in, Sunset let out a big heavy sigh. "Fuck."

"Nah, don't ya worry about it." Flamepuff said in a carefree attitude. "This is what you're here for. For the fun!"

Sunset understood. Very angry people were out to hunt her down. She saw a glimpse of what they were capable, and she found herself craving to do anything in order taste the blood out of it. Even bathe in it. Any opportunity she would grasp her hands on so she could feed the burning rage hoarded inside of her.

Then maybe… dying along the way wouldn’t be so bad.

"Yeah, fun." Sunset repeated absentmindedly. “I'm gonna get them.”

Her mind wandered darkly, diving into her own mad and lecherous desires void of morals and good deeds.

"Yes." Flamepuff agreed. "You, me, and your good old Flashy boy." His face twisted into an abnormal looking grin. "Speaking of Flashy boy..."

The thought of Flash made Sunset perk up. "What about him?"

Flamepuff couldn't resist a snicker. "You broke him pretty bad."

"Well then, where is he?"

Flamepuff swayed his head to Sunset's left, pointing towards a body with his long black ears. "There’s your martyr.”

About a couple of meters away, there was a body lying down on the bed of pebbles. Sunset quickly recognized who it was by the look of the brown leather jacket and the blue hair.

Sunset scratched her head. "Uhm, is he dead?" She asked with mild concern.

Flamepuff burst into a laughing fit. "Is he dead?" He mocked.

Sunset frowned at the demon. "Asshole." She scoffed, before standing up, walking through the loose bed of pebbles. Her fatigued legs wiggled and the extra weight in her water filled boots made the experience irritating.

"Oh, great. Just fucking great." Sunset groaned, taking her boots off and watched the water pour out from of its mouths. She decided to neglect the boots for a moment, though walking on barefoot wasn't a pleasant alternative.

"Ooh! More souvenirs!" Flamepuff giggled, before diving into one of the boots.

Sunset rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Knock yourself out." She turned to Flash's presumably dead form.

Hopefully not.

Sunset could see he was filled with minor cuts, mostly on his face. And his shoulder was bleeding through his jacket.

"You want me to resuscitate him?"

Sunset turned around and spotted Flamepuff poking out of her boot's mouth. His head vertically split in two, revealing fleshy and slimy insides, lined with rows of teeth pointing in every direction. From the hole in the center, three black tongues slithered their way out like snakes driven by primitive frenzy, poised to grab and constrict whatever prey they might come in contact with.

Sunset wrinkled her face in disgust at the demon's display, and almost had the urge to gag after remembering the times the bastard put his mouth against hers.

“Well, that just looks like a demonic looking vagina." Sunset muttered blankly, masking her repulsion. "No thanks. I can handle this."

"Okiedokie!"

Sunset watched the demon revert back to his innocent, criminally cute self. She gave him one last look of pure disgust before turning back her attention to her friend's body.

Must have been exhausted by the extreme cold and rigorous swimming he had to endure. Sunset knelt down at his side and pressed her head against his chest.

Flash's heart was still beating like a drum, Sunset let out a sigh of relief, before leaning back to examine his face in close proximity.

"You naive bastard." Sunset smiled as a chuckle escaped her throat, shaking her head.

"You should thank me for keeping him alive for you." Flamepuff said cockily.

"Why does he even bother with me?" Sunset asked, clicking her tongue.

Flamepuff hovered closer towards Sunset. “Believe me when I say that he is a lame substitute. But with that loyalty of his, I’d say he’ll do for now.”

Sunset nodded. "You're right. I should do something about him."

Flamepuff perked up, his ears flickered as he would try to assess his surroundings, while picking up scents with his superior senses.

There was a road just beyond the tall grass in front of them. A car parked itself right by the driveway.

Perfect.

"Whatcha say we borrow another ride?"

Sunset didn't answer. After retrieving her soaked boots and putting them back on again, she moved to heave Flash to his feet, taking all of her strength to complete the task.

"Fucking hell, Flash. You need stop hitting the bench press these days.” Sunset complained, not that Flash could hear it. She managed to stand on her own two feet and let Flash lean on her with his heavy arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Flash's weight was a pain in her ass, especially when walking on a loose bed of pebbles, sinking while she dragged both her feet and Flash's limp form along with her. Flamepuff merely watched with enjoyment and perched on top Sunset's head, purposely adding his own weight.

After aggravatingly carrying all the weight throughout the short walk, Sunset stopped at the sight of a car.

There was a person standing by the hood. It a woman in a black dress. Her back was exposed to Sunset as she seemed to be talking to her phone.

Knowing the woman was occupied, Sunset took the chance to move closer, crossing the road and sneaking her way into the side of the car before carefully putting Flash down to lean against the doors, away from the woman's sight should she ever turn around.

A childish giggle echoed into the cold night. "This never gets old."

Sunset moved to crouch by one of the front wheels, and carefully, she crawled into the corner.

"They had one chance to retrieve the money, and they ended up killing the girl?" The women spoke into the phone, her voice filled with dismay. "That's... unfortunate."

Sunset paused in her tracks. Fantastic. They have to be fucking everywhere.

"At least she wasn't alone." The woman said contemplatively. "Whatever. I have already spread the word. But you shouldn't be too confident with your security, Titania. I know the Sentinel is one of our mightiest assets, but these people will never stop. They will keep coming and coming unless we give back what's rightfully theirs."

There was an eerie silence building. Sunset waited a little longer, while she grabbed a sharp rock from under the car. Gripping into it ever so tightly, readying her body for her next move.

"No, what Crimson did was understandable. We can't afford to lose our paying customers by exposing ourselves into the public. We must not have witnesses."

Sunset slowly rose to her feet, with the sharp rock in hand, ready to strike on the back of the woman's skull. There were too many of these people already.

"If you want my opinion, take her friends instead. They'd make good squealers."

The breath in Sunset's throat hitched and her boot tripped on a pebble. Startled, the woman quickly turned on her stiletto heels with a gun pointed to Sunset's forehead.

They stood there frozen, the woman stunned at the sight of the resurrected corpse in front of her.

"Impossible..." The woman gasped wide eyed, still speaking to the other line. "She's still alive..."

The Devil crawled on the top of Sunset's head, his wings arched like two evil mountains, crimson eyes glowing in inferno flames. The jagged teeth protruding from his feral mouth stretched to the end of his body. Saliva oozed down his chin, starving and thirsting for blood.

Sunset pressed her forehead against the barrel, teasingly raising both her hands in false surrender while the woman eyed her in pure shock. Sunset could feel the barrel shaking against her skin.

"The Red Demon lives." Flamepuff announced with pride, his voice quivering in pure insanity.

Sunset responded with an innocent sounding giggle before her expression shifted from a playful smirk into a sinister glare.

"Boo, bitch."

The woman turned pale. "I repeat! She's still aliv–!"

Sunset let go of the rock and clasped the barrel with her two hands. The woman pulled the trigger out of apprehension, but Sunset successfully moved the barrel's direction away from her forehead, with the bullet only managing to leave a scratch on her cheek. Sunset winced, and the ringing noise lingered in her ears for seconds. But that didn't let it stop her from yanking the gun out of the woman's grip.

Sunset was armed with the gun and the woman was finally defenseless.

The woman dropped the phone into the ground, leaving the other line hanging. Mustering all the courage she had left within her, the woman proudly bared chest amidst her inevitable doom.

"Too late, foolish girl. Canterlot knows and you cannot stop us." The woman shot with confidence.

Sunset returned a mocking smirk, her gun pointing firmly into the woman's head. "A bullet through my skull couldn't even send me to the grave. Fuck your judgement. You cannot stop me."

Sunset slapped the woman with the gun, then harshly grabbed her by her hair, smashing her face repeatedly against the hood until she heard a satisfying crack, resulted in a dent and a trail of blood

With the gun's handle, Sunset jabbed the woman's throat, leaving her choking and gagging in her broken windpipe. Sunset punched the woman once more, stunning her and finally sending her to the ground.

The Devil watched and laughed with pleasure at Sunset's work.

Sunset stooped down and picked up the phone, still active, and raised it close to the choking woman's mouth, before proceeding to pull the trigger and blow up the woman’s brains into bits.

“Your move, fuckers.”

Everyone from the other line had already heard what was needed to be heard. Sunset eventually stomped on the phone and let it lie on the ground, neglected along with its dead owner.

Sunset smiled, hoisting the gun in the waistband of her pants.

Flamepuff hovered down and landed on the body's stomach, leaving Sunset watching curiously from behind.

"What are you doing?"

Flamepuff's hand morphed into a sharp blade and sliced into the body's stomach, spilling guts and blood into the ground. Sunset winced but her eyes were pinned directly at the scene, slowly finding herself entertained by the sight despite its grotesqueness.

The demon looked back at Sunset with a small toothy smile, and hovered to meet her eye to eye. He wiped the blood on his blade carefully against Sunset's forehead, marking her skin in an advent ceremony.

"Remember, bathe in their blood. So you will carry their souls with you back to the gates of Hell." Flamepuff said in a tender whisper.

They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes reflecting both their thirst for trouble. It was a mutual agreement they had to be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, as the Devil himself promised.

Sunset smiled, not out of happiness, but of realization. All those years of redemption thrown and burned to cinders, proved that she really was nothing more than a walking disgrace to the pure and was destined to spend eternity in hell.

Life's a big fucking joke.

"Come on," Sunset beckoned the demon. "I gotta make sure that Flash lives to see another day."

Flamepuff grinned in satisfaction. "What's your plan, bacon strip?" He asked with devious intent.

"Bonnie bringing Clyde back." Sunset replied with a sly smile on her lips before turning to the car.

A howl of excitement erupted from Flamepuff like a victory trumpet as he followed behind with a wagging tail.

The night had its exciting start, but Sunset planned to prolong the fun with Flash on board. She and the Devil sought to make sure of it.

A sharp sting welcomed Flash once he opened his eyes as he gained consciousness of his bodily functions. He felt the burning sensation crawl up and down his right arm, biting into his muscles like merciless phantom teeth.

His body felt cold yet he was surrounded by reassuring warmth. Cold beads of sweat formed all around his body, glistening his skin under the light of the moon.

A significant weight was crushing his chest, and he was no longer protected by the comfort of his slumber, but rather awakened to suffer from the aftermath of the prior events.

There was dimness before his eyes. It was familiar. It was his own ceiling. Odd. The last thing Flash ever remembered was the coldness of the water and the numbness that it brought to his being.

Upon his initial rationalization, he choked in his own breath. A tear ran down his cheek. The haunting image of Sunset's dead form, her blank grey eyes, and her ruptured skull instantly invaded his mind like a nightmare. Only, it wasn't a mere nightmare. For it was real. And he only blamed himself.

The weight in Flash's chest doubled. His breathing became more labored than before. He wanted to scream, he wanted to get up and release his torment, but he couldn't.

He was too weak. He was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted just by that single shocking moment of menace. And it mercilessly glued itself into his mind in all its vivid and horrific detail.

It took a lot of efforts, but Flash managed to raise his left hand and let it cover his eyes.

It took a full minute for him to assess his situation and gather his cognition. And only then did he realize that he had stitches on his right shoulder. He was shirtless in his own bed, inside his own house.

It was impossible. Unless...

He was dead.

Flash felt something shift in his bed. The familiar smell of cigarettes collided with his senses causing him to bolt up, and he grunted when the pain in his shoulder worsened at the sudden move.

Then, Flash saw her, sitting with her back against him, wearing nothing but a loose white shirt and a pair of black underwear. Her figure was perfectly shone by the moon's light that peeked through the window and her messy vermillion hair was undeniably luminous, with the golden streaks in them shining like fine jewelry.

She turned her head around, revealing her perfectly unharmed face. A sly smile plastered on her lips.

"Hey, Sentry."

Flash's mind was not in the right condition to react to a talking corpse.

"Missed me?"

Flash's heart slammed violently against his chest. The shocking moment trapped him into frozen state of terror and he trembled uncontrollably upon gazing at Sunset's impossibly living form.

"S-Su-Sunset... A-are you–? No, it can't be. You were dead. I-I saw you. You were dead!" Flash stammered, violently shaking his head in uncertainty and denial.

Sunset crawled into the bed, approaching him with her eyes glued against his petrified orbs. It was too much for him. He could barely breathe, and the pain in his shoulder ached even more. Flash wanted to scoot back but the wall behind him prevented him from moving further.

Sunset pressed her finger against his lips as she shushed him gently. "It's me, Flash." She whispered reassuringly. Her voice was raspy as usual and yet it was also soft and soothing. It haunted him still.

"No," Flash said almost desperately, his eyes already watering. "You were dead. You were dead because of me. You were dead because me." He repeated, barely above a whisper.

It went on. Flash tried to convince himself that the Sunset before him was nothing but a ghost; a haunting remnant of his failure purposefully warranted by the universe to punish him. But the warmth on the tip of her finger confirmed otherwise, and it was still considerably a torment to his dwindling reasoning.

Sunset pressed her forehead against Flash's, who was too shocked and terrified to react. He felt her warmth, something that was too impossible to be felt, but here he was receiving the sensation. She moved to straddle him in a sitting position, and Flash merely froze in his spot, helpless and astounded.

"I have to tell you about a little secret." Sunset said in a husky whisper as Flash continuously trembled under her touch.

"Something happened the night I crashed my bike." She continued. "I made a deal with the Devil and now he won't let me die."

No matter how many times Flash witnessed something otherworldly or magical within his lifetime, this was still too incomprehensible. The cruel anomaly of its nature had potentially shattered him. Indeed, it was truly a nightmare.

"This can't be." Flash weakly shook his head in denial once more.

Sunset brought her lips close to his ear, blowing until she made him shudder. "You're still a stubborn son of a bitch, aren't you?" She chuckled darkly.

Flash limply leaned against her bare shoulder, for words were failing to come out of his mouth.

"They're after you too now." Sunset breathed. Her fingers lightly caressed his muscular shoulders, tracing his collarbone and played with the dog tag that hung from his neck. "And they're gonna take you."

The exhaustion within Flash overpowered the need to fret over the newfound threat. He remained silent.

"The whole city's coming to take us." Sunset removed one of her hands and reached down to her back, then revealed a gun and pointed it cautiously at Flash's direction.

Flash stiffened as Sunset gently traced the angle from his cheeks to his jaws with the tip of the barrel, not knowing if he should fear for his life or not.

"Of course, I'm not gonna let that happen." Sunset said in a voice so soft yet full of control, and her glare bared such potency, Flash could feel the heat.

Flash was aghast. He just stared back at her with with tired and confused eyes, questioning the fabric of reality itself. His head spun and he leaned back at the wall to aid his draining body.

"This is insane." Flash managed to choke out. Indeed the whole situation was insane, as he himself could barely hold on to his own sanity.

“Like you said, it's a curse." Sunset added, chuckling dementedly. She pressed the barrel under Flash's chin.

Flash weakly shook his head, his eyes begging for resistance.

"Please, don't do this..." Flash pleaded, his voice sounding into a pathetic whimper that had the Devil laughing sadistically.

Sunset only returned a teasing smile, mocking his weakness, and Flash was aware of her taking advantage of it.

"You don't have a choice." Sunset said, slowly shaking her head. "We're both stuck in this mess. Now, I'm gonna have to ask you one thing: are you with me or against me?"

"What have you done, Sunset?" Flash asked miserably.

"Answer me, Flash." Sunset's voice was a low and gentle whisper yet demanding all the same, as she pushed the tip of the barrel into Flash's jawline.

Flash shed another tear, and his face scrunched into a defiant sneer. Defiant mostly against himself. He was too weak to let her go. He was too weak to resist. But then again, how could he?

With a heavy and shaky sigh, Flash leaned in and buried his head into the crook of Sunset's neck. An act of his defeat.

Sunset brought her hand on Flash's nape and pulled him closer into the embrace. "Good man."

You're too easy.

“Do as I say and you might just stay alive." Sunset blew into Flash's ear, smiling as she felt him melt under her touch.

Way too easy.

And she and the Devil preferred it that way. For a long time that Flash was rejected by Sunset, for a long time not being accepted by her, only then when he was finally cracked open did she keep him again as her own personal disposable toy.

It was a common knowledge that Sunset found no attraction to any man no matter how desirable they were. But Flash? He was an exception. For she knew him for a long time. In fact, she knew him first. Every inch of him.

She leaned back to meet him again, using the tip of the barrel to lift his chin up to her level.

The familiar fire within Sunset rose devilishly. The flames radiated brightly in her eyes, all for Flash to witness. And he recognized them well.

Flash genuinely feared for his dear life. Just when he thought he had gone past his desires of taking advantage of his best friend's body, it was as if something had spelled him into wanting her again. Really wanting her again.

Sunset was right. He truly had no choice. It was how it was supposed to be ever since their lives fell into degradation. Fate had made it even for them.

"So," Flash began, his voice evidently fatigued. "You've finally managed to drag me back into this..." The look in his eyes were pure agony, yet his body and mind was starting treat him poorly and betray him.

"Yup." Sunset nodded. “Sucks ass.”

There was a suppressed chuckle from Flash, an indication of him finally accepting the weight of things.

Sunset tossed the gun across the room. After patiently pulling off her emotional torture on him, she brought her lips against Flash's as she pressed her body closer. Her nails dug deep into his scalp with no consideration. She harshly pulled his hair, while kissing him deep with wild and feral hunger.

Unpleasant desires began corrupting Flash, and while he was powerless to do nothing but accept, he returned the act with reluctance. That horrifying image of Sunset was still stuck in his mind.

Flash pulled back and opened his eyes to face his fear once more, and there they were. Two dull cyan eyes seething with strong sense of wanting stared right back at him. He wanted to stare at them long enough so he could omit the feeling of sorrow and guilt that had been torturing him.

"I... I wanna forget." He begged like a child would.

Sunset bared her teeth like a domineering wolf. "I will not let you forget. Let us never forget."

Amidst his mind basically turning into a fog, Flash ultimately agreed, only because he was sure that there was no other option left for him to take.

Deciding to throw all his worries out the window, it was Flash who decided to lunge at her. A surprising factor, that even with an injured shoulder, Flash dared to pour out all his strength towards Sunset. Sunset smiled at the effort, moving to lick and nip his lower lip as a gesture of her appreciation.

But the two of them did not fancy a gentle and loving wrestle.

All of the chains were undone; shattered, as both of them fought for dominance like two apex predators mauling at each other. Flash released all the intense emotions that flurried inside him, venting them through Sunset. His perfect match.

Flash, even with his gentle outer shell, had a beastly reputation in the bedroom. It was a quality that he developed over the course of time. And Sunset was no stranger to such quality.

Challenged by the display of vigor, her nails dug even deeper into Flash's skin, letting them trace his nape and down to his strong muscular shoulders.

The voice of the Devil repeatedly ordered to make him bleed, and Sunset did it with animalistic ferocity. The sounds of painful moans from Flash brought sizzling excitement within her, and she fought her way further.

Without breaking their rapacious kiss, Sunset knelt upwards and pushed Flash by his chest, a thud came as he hit the wall. She heard him growl, and as his retaliation, Flash broke away from the lip-lock and went down to sink his teeth into her sleek jaw. His mighty hands gripped Sunset's arms in furious requisition, pulling her back down to his level.

Uncontented, Flash sent himself further down and into the crook of her exposed neck. As he was about to mark her there, Sunset stopped him with her hand blocking his mouth.

Their eyes met once more, and there was an overwhelming barrage of desires colliding for power. With a hiss, Sunset said, "Oh no, you won't."

Flash frowned, baffled at Sunset's sudden reaction. Was she playing something?

"You're not the one leaving marks around here." Sunset whispered in her raspy and lustrous voice.

With a wicked grin stretching on her face, Sunset leaned down as she forcefully pushed Flash's head upwards to expose his neck. His mighty hold onto her tightened when she ran her tongue along his skin. She marked him with her teeth, much to the Devil's satisfaction, and also for the world to know that he was her pariah, her martyr and her possession.

Sunset's nails dug into his skin, scratching his chest like a leopard. After deciding she had marked him enough at the area, she leaned back and admired the bloody marks embedded on Flash's skin.

Flash gave her an accusing stare, though one was as empty as most of his threats. Sunset teased him with a small kiss before leaning back to the mattress, raising one of her legs in the air as a form of invite, or better yet, a challenge.

Flash could concur that she was becoming more demanding and aggressive by the second.

Already taunted by his own temptations, Flash crawled towards her, while disregarding the pain that ravaged his shoulder as he pulled through. Sunset then snatched him by the dog tag on his neck, letting him collapse on top of her entirely, her legs pressing tightly against his ribs, making sure he was not escaping her hold.

They kissed again. They kissed like hungry animals deprived of their basic primal needs. Sunset wanted to make sure that Flash's body became a testament of his submission to her, so she marked him even more, as she savagely dug her nails into his perfectly toned back. Frustrated by Sunset's behaviors, Flash kissed her harder until he heard her moan loudly and desperate for air.

It was what Sunset wanted all along. And Flash completely understood.

It was followed by a loud ripping of Sunset's white shirt, torn in half impatiently by Flash. He then carelessly threw the neglected piece of clothing into the air, making both of them evenly shirtless, and finally bathing in each other's sweat.

Flash ran his fingers across Sunset's luscious locks, disheveling them in any way he could as they continued to wrestle for control. His hands travelled down and throughout her body with a sense of familiarity. He knew where to rightfully make her bend to his will, make her twitch, and make her lose grip of reality while his entire system was completely driven by blind wanting and lust.

Their hungry moans and grunts of pain collectively filled the room, and it would eventually lead to them screaming each other's names like animals in the night.

"You know what's funny, Flash?" Sunset panted between hot breaths, a sly smile showing on her lips.

Flash eyed her with concern, as his hand ran across her toned abdomen and stopped at the hem of her underwear.

“All this talk about ‘decency’, and here you are acting like a dog." Sunset giggled.

Flash was surely guilty. But he was also pissed.

"You're mad, aren't you? Because you realized, you’re just as messed up as me. You’re a hypocrite. No matter how much you try to run away and pretend, no matter how much you try to ‘cleanse’ yourself from your sins, life always finds a way to pull you back to hell. To pull you back to me." Sunset taunted, smiling wickedly.

Sunset grabbed him by the groin, smiling as she saw him visibly wince, his very own manhood swelling harder than a brick under her grasp.

“And It'd be a big fucking lie if I said it wasn’t entertaining to see you like this." Sunset growled, taking a soft bite on his stubbled chin.

"Come on, Clyde..." The way Sunset whispered that damn nickname between their breathing, was enough to provoke unspeakable things inside of him. "You can do better than that."

Growling in aggravation, Flash yanked Sunset's hand away from his pants and pinned it above her head along with the other. His action caused a laughter from Sunset.

“We can be Bonnie and Clyde again just like the old days." Sunset giggled, her voice full of eagerness. “And I know you still have it in you.”

Sunset raised her knee and slowly rubbed it against his groin, making him flinch visibly.

“You’ve successfully set me up. This was what you wanted all along.”

“I’m glad you're aware." Sunset purred, running her tongue against her teeth.

Flash leaned back and released her. He began to undo his belt, his eyes mainly focused on Sunset's half naked and never leaving them. Sunset bit her lip in anticipation as she too started removing her last article of clothing and tossed them in the air.

Sunset didn't give Flash the slightest chance to finish his work. She pinned him down and they both collapsed back on the bed, with Sunset being on top of him again. Beneath the dampness of her inner thighs, she could feel the swelling bulge yearning for freedom under the tightening hold of Flash's boxers.

“Now, let’s just fuck each other like animals ‘til we blow up to kingdom come.” Sunset whispered with seething delight before leaning down to grab him by the neck and kissed him with might until both of them could no longer breathe.

In that chaotic embrace, the Devil ensured their union was undisturbed, so he wrapped his long black tail around their heated bodies and brought them closer than before without them consciously aware of the act.

They were obviously too occupied.

The night was celebrated with Flash under the mercy of Sunset, with his body marked at every inch; an image of sacrificial lamb bound to join Sunset in her quest for trouble, with the Devil as their first and true witness.

Club Andromeda was quiet.

The interior was colored with the haze of purple, pink and neon green, making up for the lack of chaos the place was usually accustomed and built to have. There was only the soft acoustic music made by DJ King, as he strummed his guitar with the sense of both serenity and unease.

Canyon and Rave shared a table near the stage. Canyon took an excessive amount of drink, as stress and frustration crashed down on his being, while Rave, the younger man, mainly observed to make sure his friend would not lament alone during their troubled night.

“Are you really sure that she was dead?” Rave asked, his eyes intensely bored into Canyon's.

Canyon took a sip of his whiskey. “I don't know what's real, Rave.” He slurred. “At first, she was dead. And now, she killed Sandra. What’s next, the earth is flat?”

Rave gave a doubtful look.

“I know what you're thinking,” Canyon laughed. “Rave, I'm not crazy.”

“I never said that.” Rave replied quickly. “In the end, it doesn't matter. She's still alive, and that means you still have a chance to redeem yourself.”

“Redeem…” Canyon muttered.

“Catch the girl, Canyon. We need her alive.” Rave stressed. “You're lucky Sandra managed to send the message.”

“Yeah,” Canyon nodded, his brows furrowing as he pondered.

The two sat quietly for a bit long, contemplating the troubles and the weight of it all. The alcohol taking control over them like poison, allowing unwelcomed recollections to knock into their minds.

“Ah, fuck,” Canyon groaned. “I’ve never been this pressured since Las Vegas.”

“Las Vegas was a long time ago, Canyon. A long time.” Rave said, shaking his head.

Canyon squinted his eyes at a certain thought. “Rave? Does that girl look familiar to you? I know I’ve seen her somewhere.”

Rave only responded with a contemplative silence, and a fixed, stoic stare.

Canyon took another sip of his drink. “She almost looked like that trouble we encountered back in Vegas.”

Silence again.

“Rave?” Canyon called, his voice sounded sober and aware at that point. “You did something. We did something.”

“What we did,” Rave snapped. “Should be left unsaid. If Nimbus finds out that we once associated with our thief, I wouldn't want to know how he'd take it.”

Canyon scoffed. “Pfft, so what if he finds out? What's he gonna do? The chips are already down, the bastards are after the safe, and Nimbus is afraid. He has no time to be angry, let alone care about what we did.”

Rave looked away and turned his attention towards the club, power and wealth surrounding them.

“Afraid,” Rave repeated, laughing ironically. “The king of Canterlot is afraid.”

“What's so funny?” Canyon frowned, taking offense at the younger man's attitude.

The laugh vanished from Rave’s mouth and his face reverted back into a stern look. “Nimbus has enough power to destroy anyone who dares to go through him.”

“You don't understand.” Canyon shook his head. “I’m not talking about jealousy, or greed. No, this is about a decade old hatred, that Nimbus has been trying to keep at bay.”

Canyon's heavy words were true, and Rave could tell it was no laughing matter. He remained silent again and listened, like a young child readying himself to be told about a tale of old.

“So, you're referring to an old rival then.” Rave said.

A weak smile replaced the scowl on Canyon's lips. “He is the only greater king than Nimbus. Because he is not a rival. He was a friend. Break a friend's trust, and their pain will burn your castle.”

Author's Notes:

I have nothing to say for myself.

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