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On the stove there was a boiling pot of soup. It's some kind of creamy chicken soup, the warm smell practically spreads through the whole room.
Nearby, there is the sound of knife meeting the cutting board. Vegetables being chop into bite-size pieces.
It sure is a strange sight in a grey castle like this, where you wouldn't expect such warmth. As the sky itself it utterly fogged grey.
While the chef was focused on his craft, the gatekeeper has took his stride into the kitchen.
The gatekeeper climb on the counter and pull out a wine bottle inside the cabinet that was mounted into the wall. He doesn't even bother with a glass, he use his teeth to pull the cork out without struggle.
Just... gluping it straight from the bottle.
"You're drinking again ?" Hellchef rasps, his eyes glancing over the red horned demon.
Said demon didn't bother replying immediately, he took his sweet time for a little more of the thoart soring liquid before speaking.
"Why ? You have a problem with that ?" Evil's voice devoid of any emotion, his tail swaying in the air lightly.
"It's terrible for your health."
"Pfft... You making it sound like I don't know about that."
"I'm a demon, I won't die anytime soon." The gatekeeper huffs.
Evil shrugged as he take another swing.
Leaving the chef to sigh as he move the chopped up vegetables to the pot.
"You're beyond saving."
The gatekeeper smile, a small, mocking twitch in the corner of his lips.
"How about you 'save' me then ?"
"Oh ?"
...
Hellchef pause, the knife stay in his hand as he lower the empty cutting board down.
He finally turn his head to look at Evil.
"Do you really want that ?" His tone showing a hint of interest.
"Scared ?"
Evil's body lean closer to Hellchef's direction, swinging his legs. He's clearly trying to get a reaction.
"Hm."
"Not really."
The chef place down his knife with a soft clang, finally moving closer to the gatekeeper. While Evil is still holding the bottle of liquid fire.
Hellchef parted Evil's legs, standing directly between the red horned demon's legs. His hands propping on the counter, on both side of the other demon's hip.
Looking up to the gatekeeper's bright yellow eyes.
"You aren't drunk, are you ?"
"Aw... You're worried?" Evil poke Hellchef's forehead.
"I won't let myself be taken advantage of. Save yourself the thought."
The gatekeeper set the bottle aside, in which the chef put the bottle even further. Incase they would accidentally knock it over, it would be a waste of resource.
Evil come closer to the chef, his legs wrapping around the chef's body. Both hands holding Hellchef's face. His eyes clearly lit in happiness, tail wagging just ever so slightly.
"Alright alright..." Hellchef sigh but his hands finally move to hug Evil's waist. "Nice to know you aren't that stupid."
They stares at eachother for a moment.
Eyes to eyes.
Evil's fangs glint.
Hellchef pull his mask down.
Then Evil pull his face closer, lips touching lips.
He start kissing the chef passionately, catching Hellchef momentarily off guard as he was slow to react.
But once he was comfortable, Hellchef slide his left hand up on Evil's nape. Gently gripping as he pull the gatekeeper backward, tongue parting lips to get inside.
Evil's hand slowly let go of Hellchef's face. One start hugging the chef's neck, the other make it way to his chest.
On the other side of the room. Opps is just silently holding his phone, quietly recording everything.