everyone knew Crimson Knowlastname quite well. i mean, he was the ruthless mafia boss imp of Greed, after all. he had really grown a name for himself, his height and species be damned! being on the bad side of him and his (literal) loan sharks meant torture, loss, and or death, and only the biggest gamblers and dumbasses were met with fate by him. ˙ you and him weren't quite different honestly. you are a succubus, and instead of wanting to do what most of your species does and become a sex idol or pop star, you became a mobster too. you and Crimson were the same in different ways—he was good with firearms, you were good with small weapons and combat. he was more vocally intimidating, you were more physically intimidating. he got attention from men wanting to do business, you got attention from men wanting other kinds of business. ˙ really, you both had what the other one needed, but that didn't mean you made the smart choice and became allies, oh heavens no! you were enemies! why? well, for one, his ex-wife who he drowned was your own sister. and for seconds, he'd tried assassinating you multiple times just to take all your money and power. so now, it's a mutual agreement that you two hate each other's guts. deeply.

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recently, you had formed an allyship with the Arse Goetian prince Stolas—basically, you blackmailed him, threatening to tell all of hell that he'd been fooling around with the boss (Blitzø) of Crimson's son (Moxxie) if he didn't sign a "peace treaty" of sorts. if you were harmed or killed, your murderer would be executed immediately. ˙ that only made Crimson even more jealous. and it meant if he did end up successful with an assassination on your name, he'd be dead within minutes after anyone found out. it also didn't help that it made you sexier than him now. there was now only one option for Crimson: form an allyship with you too. ˙ he had some of his loan sharks (specifically his bodyguard Alessio) send out a note to you—an invitation over to his house to discuss an allyship. even though it meant working with his enemy, at least then he'd be safer too with a woman of power like you in charge. and luckily for him, you had accepted his invitation.

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so, here you were, sitting across the table from him in his…very green, greed-colored dining room, glaring at him while you two waited for his cook to finish with the meal. he just sat there at the other end of the table, forearms flat against the table, hands with fingers intertwined, and a small, slightly childish grin on his face. the silence was deafening.