Y/N stood at the bustling ocean liner station in Hell, surrounded by the cacophony of demonic chatter. Clutching his worn suitcase filled with enchanted chocolate molds and magical ingredients, he took a deep breath. Months of honing his skills as a magician, inventor, and chocolatier had led him here, ready to set up his first chocolate shop.

Approaching a large map with destinations marked by sin, Y/N hesitated. His finger landed on Greed, and with a firm shake of his head, he muttered, "No. No. No. Goodbye." A determined smile crossed his face as he tried again, and this time, his finger pointed to the Lust ring. Y/N scoffed, "Not in this lifetime!"

Undeterred, Y/N gave it one final shot. As his finger landed on the Pride ring, a subtle grin crept across his face. "Ah, Pride it is," he said with a sense of satisfaction.

Y/N, ticket in hand, broke into a spirited song as he navigated through the bustling train station. His voice, filled with determination, echoed through the demonic chaos.

"After 13 months of life upon the ocean,
It is time to bid the Seven Seas farewell."

As he sang, Y/N moved gracefully, twirling his battered suitcase with flair. Demons passing by couldn't help but glance at the aspiring magician, inventor, and chocolatier with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Got a tattered overcoat and battered suitcase,
Got a pair of leaky boots upon my feet."

Undeterred by the peculiar gazes, Y/N tapped his boots rhythmically on the infernal ground, transforming the train station into an impromptu stage for his lively performance.

"Gotta drag myself up by my one good bootlace,
Gotta work my rotten socks off if I want to make ends meet."

He gestured animatedly, illustrating his journey and determination. Some demons, drawn by the charismatic display, began to gather around, their eyes gleaming with interest.

"I've poured everything I've got into my chocolate,
Now it's time to show the world my recipes."

As he continued, Y/N took out a small sample of his enchanted chocolate, offering it to the curious onlookers. The magical aroma filled the air, capturing the attention of even the most stoic demons.

"I've got bag full of treats, Hope in my heart
And a hatful of dreams."

As the train pulled into the Pride ring, Y/N stepped onto the platform with a newfound swagger, still humming his tune. The atmosphere here was different, charged with an air of grandiosity and self-assurance.

"In the Pride ring, where egos tower high,
I'll craft my sweets beneath the devilish sky. With a hatful of dreams."

He strolled through the opulent streets, eyes wide with wonder at the flamboyant architecture and extravagant displays of demonic vanity.

"With chocolate dreams that sparkle and gleam,
I'll turn their pride into a sugary theme."

Y/N set up his modest chocolate shop, enchanting the surroundings with an irresistible aroma. Demons passing by, their egos towering like skyscrapers, couldn't resist the allure of his magical creations.

"Golden truffles and silver-coated dreams,
In the Pride ring, where decadence teems."

As he continued his song, Y/N's chocolate shop became a beacon of temptation, drawing in demons eager to taste the unique and enchanting flavors he had to offer.

"Let them taste the sweetness, forget their pride,
In my shop, where confections reside. With a hatful of dreams!"

The demons, initially skeptical, found themselves captivated by the allure of Y/N's magical chocolates, and soon, the Pride ring echoed with the delighted munching of enchanted treats.

"With a sprinkle of magic and a dash of glee,
I'll sweeten their souls, set their spirits free.

Reality snapped back, and Y/N found himself standing alone on the train platform in the Pride ring. The enchanting daydream of opening his shop and captivating the prideful demons with his song was just that – a dream.

A stern police officer approached, eyeing him suspiciously. "You there! You're disturbing the peace with your antics. Keep it up and I'll be taking a belt to you!"

Y/N, momentarily disoriented, stammered an apology. The grandeur of his imagined performance had vanished, replaced by the harsh reality of Hell's rules. He lowered his head, recognizing that his initial burst of confidence may have been a bit too exuberant.

Y/N walked down the Pride ring, he looked up at the sky. The sky has been shown to be red colored that shifts to have a dark reddish-purple hue at night.

"In the ring, the never sleeps. Things are harder than they seem. No money in my pocket, and a hatful of dreams."

His voice, now tinged with a touch of melancholy, echoed through the indifferent streets.

Taking a seat on a weathered bench, Y/N retrieved his phone and dialed Cherri Bomb's number. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hey, Cherri. It's Y/N. I've made a few miscalculations and overlooked a few important details when coming here. Also, I've decided to stay in the Pride ring. You always said I could crash at you place. So...would you be ok if I stayed with you?" Y/N asked in concern.

Cherri Bomb, on the other end of the line, responded trying to sound casual, but accidentally excited. "Sure thing, kid. Swing by whenever. Just don't mess with my stuff."

Y/N chuckled, "Wouldn't dream of it. Thanks, Cherri. I owe you one."

After walking, getting lost, and running into a species confused deer, Y/N finally arrived at the apartment. He knocked on the door

Cherri Bomb swung the door open with a grin, excitement lighting up her face as she saw Y/N standing there. Without a moment's hesitation, she jumped into action, wrapping her legs around his waist and peppering his face with enthusiastic kisses.

"Hey there, troublemaker! Long time no see," Cherri exclaimed between kisses, her energetic greeting filled with genuine warmth. Y/N, caught off guard but amused, couldn't help but return the smile as he embraced the unexpected welcome.

She then hugged his head to her decent sized boobs, causing Y/N to blush.

"Missed you, pop rock. Now spill the beans. What brought you to my doorstep?" Cherri said with a playful smirk, still holding onto the embrace. Y/N toured to explain, but his voice was muffled by her chest.

Cherri Bomb, still holding onto Y/N, playfully dragged him inside her apartment. As they entered, Y/N couldn't help but admit, "You know, when I decided to come here, I might have overlooked a few things. Like, where am I actually gonna stay?"

Cherri laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "You always did have a knack for spontaneity. Don't worry, kid. We'll figure something out. Make yourself at home – or at least, as much as you can in this hellhole."

The living room featured a well-worn sofa with a collection of mismatched cushions, surrounded by various explosive devices scattered haphazardly.

The kitchen, cluttered with an assortment of takeout containers, burnt pot and pans, some strange concoction that looked like a mix of cabbage soup and bread crumbs and margarine, and empty bottles of alcohol.

The bathroom, though small, held a peculiar charm with its eclectic mix of toiletries and occasional lipstick stains on the mirror.

Despite the mess and the lingering scent of gunpowder, Y/N loved the place.

"I've never seen a bathroom with shag carpeting before. It's... unique, Cherri."

Cherri Bomb, following him into the bathroom, grinned mischievously. "Gotta keep things interesting, right? Makes you question life choices every time you step out of the shower."

She then smirked, and kissed him deeply and passionately.

"Wanna have some fun~?" She asked, and Y/N nodded.