Warning for some violence and sexual content this chapter!!

"Ah, fuck." Mimzy soon noticed the Vees on her tail as she took off with Velvette's car.

"That slimy bitch..." Velvette gritted her teeth, gripping the wheel of Vox's car. "I'm gonna clout her fucking head in when I catch her, I swear to fuckin-"

"Hey, isn't that the trashy hotel Ver is at?" Vox asked, as they followed Mimzy. Velvette stopped the car.

"...shall we make it her issue? I have a show in, like, an hour and I could do without this."

"Yeah. I'll drop her a message."

And with that, they returned to the Vee tower.

***

"Alastor, dollface!"

If the very king of Hell, Lucifer, hadn't been present, perhaps the group would have been a lot more welcoming towards Mimzy. However, they just looked on in shock as she squeezed Alastor in a hug. Verina stared at her; how was this bitch not only seemingly close with Alastor, but touching the damn man?!

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing. She looked at the message, it was from Vox. All it said was 'Get rid of that bitch Mimzy.' She had to hide her chuckle at how perfect that timing was, and simply introduced herself.

She would, however, have to be careful. She worked off the assumption she had a limited timeframe, and with Lucifer present, she couldn't be too messy. Plus, she wasn't sure whether this "rehab-for-sinners" thing would consider murdering people a simple relapse. She didn't want to ruin her whole mission trying to get rid of some worthless jazz dancing bitch.

Her thoughts came to a halt when the group moved over to the bar. She quickly followed over, taking a seat. She had hoped to sit next to Alastor, but it seemed he was preoccupied with Lucifer and Charlie, so she instead took a seat next to Mimzy. Now was the time to do what she did best.

"So, Mimzy." She gave a coy smile. "That's a real nice dress you're wearing."

Mimzy turned to her and looked her up and down. "Oh, ain't you a cute little thing? But, you know, I recognise you from somewhere..."

"She was one of the Vees, that's why." Oxie crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed at how Verina was speaking to Mimzy.

Mimzy's eyes widened slightly. "The Vees?"

"I'm not with them anymore." Verina replied quickly. She couldn't have her going and not trusting her anymore; considering it seemed here was where she was hiding from the Vees.

"...not with them? Well, that sounds like an interesting story. Spill the tea, doll." Mimzy sat back in her seat and crossed her arms.

"Oh, uh-"

"Come to think of it, you never did tell us why you left the Vees." Angel cocked his head.

Verina blinked. "Well, it was a very... uh, upsetting experience. I don't like to talk about it..."

"You don't? Ugh, that's boring. Come on! I wanna know how you managed to leave that band of overlords and still have your head!"

Verina thought quickly. She had to somehow come up with a story: everyone was staring at her waiting for her to answer and the longer she stayed silent the more suspicious she seemed, and-

"Ow!" Verina's thoughts were cut off by the feeling of her arm being stabbed. "What the fuck?!"

"You had a bug on you." Niffty's voice came. She blinked up at her from the floor, pulling the blade from her arm. Verina held the skin there, her hand came back bloody.

"Did you get it, Niff?" Angel asked.

"No. It flew off somewhere." Niffty skipped off, giggling manically to herself the whole time. Verina bit back a whole brigade of insults as she held her now stinging arm.

"Oh, that looks nasty." Mimzy said. "You should go clean that up."

An idea popped into Verina's head. "Would you help me?"

Mimzy looked at her. "Me? Why?"

"...I don't know, we're both girls."

"I'm a girl." Oxie pointed out. "Why not ask me?"

"Because you hate me."

Oxie nodded. "Yeah, fair enough."

Mimzy stared at her. "I mean, sure. It is in a bit of a hard to reach spot."

The two headed into the nearby bathroom. Mimzy started clearing up the stab wound; it wasn't that deep, so it didn't take much. Verina took a breath.

"I really appreciate you helping me out." She purred.

"Oh, it's nothing, really." Mimzy replied.

Verina tilted her head, looking her up and down. "So what's the deal with you and Alastor?"

"Al and I go way back. He'd come to my club when we were alive. What a guy, am I right? With his little radio show and his little murderous attitude..."

She nodded. "You seem like quite the gal, though." She murmured. "That neckline does wonders for you."

Mimzy paused, before smirking. "Now, now, missy, are you flirting with me?"

Verina giggled. "You like it?"

"Well, I'm always partial to a compliment. You're interesting, though. I still wanna know what happened with you and the Vees."

This was it. Now was her chance.

"Come up to my room and maybe I'll tell you. I'd love to be vulnerable enough to share secrets."

Mimzy took her in; her come-hither expression and playful pose was inviting. A smile crossed her face. "Alright, then."

Verina took a few steadying breaths as the two went up to her room. She locked the door behind her, and Mimzy began looking around.

"Nice room. You put up this decor yourself?"

"Mm? Oh, yes." Verina felt the fluffy rug at her feet as she began looking through her drawer.

"Whatcha looking for there?"

Verina didn't look behind her. "Oh, you know. My favourite toys."

Mimzy giggled. "Oh? I like the sound of that."

Verina found the blade of her knife; Carmine made. "Hey, why not lie on your front? I know the perfect position."

"On my front? Well, I didn't pin you down as a top." Mimzy got onto her front, burying her face in the pillow. Verina held the blade in her hand, and walked over.

She took a handful of hair, pulling it back, leaving some of her white neck exposed.

"Oh, I like where this is go-" Mimzy's words were cut off as the knife was driven straight into her neck. As quickly as she drove the edge into her skin, Verina shoved her head further into the pillow, muffling the screams.

Mimzy flailed and kicked, but didn't get much damage done. Verina closed her eyes, breathing deeply, the adrenaline rush was borderline orgasmic. Slowly, Mimzy's body went limp, and Verina released her hair from her grip.

She pulled out her phone, sent an affirming text to Vox, and got to cleaning up her mess.

***

"Oh, where'd the little jazz one go?" Lucifer asked. He was getting ready to leave, and was saying his goodbyes.

"Oh, uh, she went home after I got stabbed by Niffty." Verina replied. Lucifer's smile didn't falter, but he did give Charlie a questioning look.

"...I'm sure it was an accident." Charlie replied with a smile. Niffty shook her head.

"Well, I'll get you that meeting with heaven. Listen, Charlie... take care of yourself. I love you." Lucifer smiled and hugged his daughter tightly.

Thank God something distracted from Mimzy's abrupt departure. Verina was about to retire to her room, when she heard Alastor behind her, his hand on her shoulder.

"Miss Verina. A word, if I may?"

She froze before turning and nodding. "Of course."

Alastor led her away from the group, into a more secluded area. "That is quite the nasty stab wound. Is it feeling alright?"

Verina nodded, keeping a perfect poker face. "Yes, sir, thanks for your concern."

"You disappeared for a while today. Shortly after Mimzy left. Was everything okay?"

"Just... making sure my arm was patched up properly."

He blinked slowly at her. That smile never got less unsettling. "Well. As long as that's all you were doing. Mimzy is a dear friend of mine. I was quite dismayed to hear she didn't say goodbye before leaving."

"I can imagine that would be upsetting, yes."

Alastor smiled. "Yes. Well, as long as your arm is okay, I suppose there's nothing to be sad about. Good talk, miss."

He walked off then, and Verina nodded. "Yeah... good talk."