After the big date craze from Pentious, he had more sweet little things planned for Arackniss to make him feel special. From little homemade dinners to breakfast in bed, and even little presents. But this time, Pentious wanted to take Arackniss out to a fun club to help him relax. The air was thick with the buzzing energy of Hell's nightlife as Pentious and Arackniss made their way through the crowded streets. Pentious, with his usual swagger, led the way, his cape trailing behind him, while Arackniss followed closely, scanning the surroundings with his sharp eyes. The plan was simple: a night out, a change of pace.

"Just a little fun," Pentious had said when he suggested it earlier. "We've been cooped up too long. Let's blow off some steam."

Arackniss was skeptical, but he had to admit that a night out on the town might be a welcome distraction. They stopped in front of a neon sign flickering with the words Gin and Jazz, a club known for its live performances and wild atmosphere. The music pulsed from within, a mix of jazz and the distinct undertone of demonic energy that made it a perfect fit for Hell. "I've been here a few times," Pentious said, glancing over at Arackniss. "They have the best drinks, and the music isn't half bad. Just... stay out of trouble, alright?"

"Trouble? Me?" Arackniss raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tugging into a grin. "I'm the least of your worries."

They made their way inside, where the club's energy hit them immediately. The dim lighting and swirling lights of red and purple gave the space an intimate yet chaotic vibe. The room was packed with demons of all shapes and sizes, some swaying to the music, others deep in conversation, and a few making deals in shadowy corners. As they approached the bar, Pentious ordered them both drinks, though he couldn't help but glance around, clearly looking for something or someone. Arackniss sipped his drink, the strong burn of alcohol making him relax slightly as he surveyed the club.

The night felt like a fleeting escape from the usual grind of life. That was until the stage lights dimmed, and the spotlight hit a trio of figures who strutted onto the stage with confidence that drew every eye in the room. "Please welcome our stars of the clubs, The Ladies of Sin!" The announcer shouted.

Arackniss froze. It was Molly, his little sister. Only, she wasn't a little girl anymore. Her usual sarcastic smile had transformed into something far more dangerous, a confidence that radiated from her every movement. And she wasn't alone. Flanking her were two other women, one, a sinner who took the form of a Succubus. She has pink skin with blond short hair, black-tipped horns, pink wings, and a barbed tail, dressed in a sparkly black flapper dress. The other one was a vampire sinner. She had bat wings and wore all black clothing including her hair, blood-red eyes, pale skin, and sharp fangs sticking out of her mouth.

"Penn, who are those two?" Arackniss asked.

"From what I heard, the vampire is Evelyn and the flapper sinner is Aasha Kelly," Pentious answered then looked back at Arackniss who was pale. "Is everything ok?"

"That girl, in the middle. That's my little sister, Molly." Arackniss said, still in shock.

The music kicked in, slow at first, then building in intensity. The trio began to sing, their voices melding together in a captivating and powerful performance. The crowd was entranced, swaying with the beat as the words spilled from the stage.

Aasha Kelly:

Good evening all you gentlemen, mobsters, creeps, and crooks,

Evelyn:

You think you're safe in the dark, but we've got you on the hooks,

Molly:

For those who scare and terrorize, it's the dawn of a brand new day;

All 3:

You scum can simply call us, the Ladies of Sin today!

Arackniss stood frozen in the crowd, his jaw tightening as he watched Molly, command the stage. The lyrics, each one more daring and bold than the last, twisted into his chest like a sharp knife. His little sister, the one he had always protected, was no longer the person he once knew.

Aasha Kelly:

Mammon has his special greed!

(Molly & Evelyn):

A hunger that fuels his need!

Molly:

Leviathan's envy is truly swell!

(Evelyn & Aasha Kelly):

But it puts you under his spell!

Aasha Kelly:

Beelzebub's gluttony, you can't surpass!

Evelyn:

Too bad you'll never last!

All 3 (Molly):

While chaos reigns and fear takes hold,

No one does it better than the Ladies of Sin!

(The one and only Ladies of Sin!)

As darkness spreads and shadows unfold,

No one does it better, no one does it better than the Ladies of Sin!

Arackniss felt a strange mix of emotions—pride, fear, and something darker—swirling within him as he watched her perform with the others. Pentious, meanwhile, was watching Arackniss closely, sensing his discomfort. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Arackniss didn't respond right away, his eyes locked on the stage. "She's... changed," he muttered, his voice almost unreadable.

Aasha Kelly:

Asmodeus has lustful flair, always ready with a tempting stare!

Molly (spoken):

Hey!

Aasha Kelly:

I'm just saying...

Molly:

Belphegor's always in a daze!

Evelyn:

His laziness, an endless maze.

Molly:

Satan's wrath burns hot and bright!

All 3:

A force that strikes with endless might!

While all the sinners cower in dismay,

No one does it better than the Ladies of Sin today!

(2 Unknown Mobsters: The one and only Ladies of Sin today!)

While all the sinners meet their fate,

No one does it better, no one does it better than the Ladies of Sin!

Pentious watched Arackniss for a moment, then spoke in an almost gentle tone. "It's... it's a lot to take in. But you know, she's still your sister. No matter what."

Arackniss didn't look at Pentious. He just stood there, watching Molly lead her deadly sisters in song, as their voices echoed through the club, stronger than ever.

Aasha Kelly:

Lucifer commands his demonic throng, what a ruler, so strong...

Molly:

Check out that powerful pride, sure can make you run and hide...

Evelyn:

He's always right there in his grand parade, ruling from his throne's shade...

All 3 (Molly):

While Lucifer does things in his regal way,

He'd do it better with the Ladies of Sin!

(The one and only Ladies of Sin!)

While Lucifer always seems to rule the day,

No one does it better, no one does it better than the Ladies of Sin!

Ladies of Sin...

Aasha Kelly (spoken):

Meow...

As the final notes rang out through the club, the crowd roared in applause, the energy in the room electric with the power of the performance. The trio stood at the center of the stage, basking in the adoration, their confidence oozing from every inch of their beings. But as the applause faded, Arackniss remained rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on the stage. A deep, gnawing sense of unease settled in his chest. Pentious, sensing the tension, nudged Arackniss. "You alright?" he asked, his voice gentle, trying not to break the silence that had settled between them.

Arackniss didn't respond right away, his gaze still fixed on Molly. His little sister—now a force to be reckoned with. "She's... something else now," Arackniss murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "I never thought I'd see her like this."

Pentious nodded, though his eyes never left Arackniss. "It's a lot to take in, I'm sure." He paused for a moment, his tone serious. "But remember, she's still the same person underneath all that You can't forget that."

Arackniss gave a small, bitter laugh. "She's not the same anymore, Pentious." His voice cracked slightly, betraying the emotion he felt. "She's... something else. She's part of something dangerous now."

The realization hit Arackniss like a punch to the gut. Molly was no longer just his sister. "She's one of them now," Arackniss muttered, almost to himself. "The Ladies of Sin. I... I didn't know what I'd find here, but I didn't expect this."

Pentious placed a hand on his shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're still here for her, aren't you? No matter what she's become?"

Arackniss took a deep breath, his hand instinctively reaching for the drink at the bar. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I just... I'm not sure anymore."

The weight of the situation hung between them, and for a moment, the club's lively energy felt distant, drowned out by the uncertainty and the quiet storm inside Arackniss's heart. Pentious asked Arackniss if he wanted to leave and head home. Arackniss felt bad about ruining the date with his little anxiety attack but Pentious didn't care, he loved Arackniss far too much to argue over something so small. Pentious paid for the drinks himself then he and Arackniss stepped out of the club. Little did they know; Molly had spotted her older brother during her performance and she was just as shocked as he was.

She muttered something to them before stepping off the stage and weaving through the crowd toward Arackniss. She followed them outside then she called out to them. Arackniss turned around and saw Molly approach him, his heart pounding.

"Molly..." he whispered as she drew near.

She stopped in front of him, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "Nissy?" Her voice cracked as she said the childhood nickname she hadn't used in years.

Before Arackniss could respond, Molly threw her arms around him, her tears spilling freely. "It's really you," she sobbed. "I... I thought I'd never see you again."

Arackniss hesitated before wrapping his arms around her. "It's me, Mol. I'm here."

Pentious stepped back, giving them space, though he couldn't help but smile at the reunion. Molly pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes. "You look different," she said, her voice trembling.

"So do you," Arackniss replied, his tone softer than usual.

They stared at each other for a moment, the chaos of the club fading into the background. "What are you doing here?" Molly asked, her voice a mix of joy and concern.

"Pentious dragged me out for a night on the town," Arackniss admitted, glancing at the snake demon, who gave a sheepish wave. "What about you? You're... a showgirl now?"

Molly nodded, her tears giving way to a smile. "Yeah. It's... a lot, but I love it."

"You were amazing up there," Arackniss said, his voice tinged with both pride and sadness.

Molly's smile faltered. "You're not mad?"

Arackniss sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "No, Mol. I'm not mad. I'm just... surprised. But I'm proud of you."

Molly beamed, pulling him into another hug. "I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"I've missed you too," Arackniss replied, his voice thick with emotion.

As they embraced, Pentious stepped forward. "Well, this is heartwarming," he said with a grin. "Care to join us for a drink, Miss Molly?"

Molly laughed, wiping her tears. "Why not? But you're buying."

The three of them made their way to the bar, the tension replaced with warmth and laughter as they began to catch up, the night taking a much brighter turn than any of them had anticipated. Molly was actually surprised that Arackniss was dating a man considering how their father treated Anthony in the past. But she was happy for her older brother and glad that he had found someone who loves him. And just because she was the younger sibling, didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun. She gave Pentious the "shovel talk" saying that he better treat her brother right or he'll be double dead.