Department Of Paranormal Entities (D.O.P.E)

The once thunderous rainfall had slowed to a steady drip. The Saltstorm was ending—but its sting lingered in every corner of the brothel. Puddles of saline water glistened under the emergency lights, flowing down the staircases like veins of divine punishment.

Inside the building, the tide had turned.

The demons—once predators—were now the prey.

Blissbinders crouched in darkened rooms, some writhing, others whispering in tongues unknown to man. Their glamours had cracked. Their forms twisted. Many had no strength left to flee. They clung to the shadows, trembling from the salt burns, hoping to regenerate. To recover.

But hope was a luxury.

They could feel it.

A new terror stalking the halls.

The Hell Enforcers were moving.

Room by room.

Like reapers drawn by scent.

The fear was palpable. Doors stayed shut. Not out of confidence—but desperation. Some demons tried to merge back into their human hosts, only to discover their hold had been weakened beyond repair. The building, once their haven, had become a prison.

And worse… a hunting ground.

Samuel pressed his back against the wall outside another hallway, droplets still trailing off his hair. Danny checked the corridor ahead, sword in hand, soaked boots splashing quietly.

"They're hiding," Samuel muttered.

"They're scared," Danny replied. "This is role reversal!"

"Hell's Order. Next demon target," Samuel commanded silently.

"Target located. Room 207. Class D. Host signs—unregistered. Caution: Visual form deviates from standard."

Samuel gestured. They approached cautiously.

Danny kicked the door.

What they saw made them freeze.

It wasn't a woman. It wasn't even human.

The creature stood in the middle of the room like a forgotten relic—its flesh dried and stretched over bone, its body wrapped in decayed fabrics and strips of old silk. Its jaw hung open, face cracked like ancient stone. It was more mummy than mortal.

Danny tensed. "This… this isn't normal."

Pinky gasped from behind. "Wait… no… that's dress… This room… Rose?"

Her voice trembled. "I… I knew her. We used to share the same bunk. She always had cold hands. Never ate. Never slept. But… I never thought…"

The mummy moved.

Fast.

Danny slashed. It parried with inhuman speed. Clawed hands whipped toward his chest.

Samuel raised a barrier just in time, the force of the strike nearly sending them both flying.

The creature let out a gurgling shriek, its skin bubbling where saltwater still clung to its arms.

Danny regained footing, darting forward again—his blade slicing across the creature's chest.

It didn't bleed.

Samuel focused, his eyes glowing faintly. "Let's try something new."

He recited the Sin Binding Chant.

A black rune circle appeared beneath the creature. Chains of dark flame burst upward—wrapping around its limbs, squeezing, pulling tight.

The mummy's body buckled under the pressure.

Pinky watched in wide-eyed horror and heartbreak. Her friend… wasn't human anymore. That truth shattered something in her.

Danny stepped in with a final strike, severing the demon's resistance. Samuel summoned the Gate. The creature howled as its corrupted soul was torn away.

The body collapsed.

Ashen. Hollow.

Samuel walked over, checking it.

"Hell Order?" he called.

"Host was deceased. Demon possession occurred approximately 130 years ago. Upon demon soul leaving the body and Salt purification, the body returned to original form."

"Hell Order, are there many demons in such form?"

"Not many. But most of the demons still hiding within the building may be in similar states."

Danny exhaled. "Let's keep moving."

Pinky followed behind them. Initially, she was excited by the idea of demon hunting. But her heart felt broken. These were her coworkers—cocky ones, bullies, some kind, like Rose. To realize they were demons unraveled her entire reality.

"What is the truth?" she wondered. Then she glanced at the two boys ahead. "Maybe… maybe they're the light of my path."

They advanced—room by room, floor by floor. Nothing could stop them. But fatigue crept in, step by step.

Three floors left before the top.

A Hell Order warning screamed in their minds.

"Blissbinder approaching Class C detected. Warning: This demon possesses enhanced strength and aggression."

The boys tensed.

They crept forward.

Before they could touch the next door—it exploded open.

Out stepped Cheeky, the Big Show Step Sister. Towering. Hulking. And dragging a limp body like a discarded rag.

She spotted them.

"So… it was you, Pinky. The traitor that brought this chaos."

Pinky panicked. "Sister Cheeky—no! There are demons here! I just—"

"These two dogs are the so-called Hell Enforcers? Good. Let me taste them."

Cheeky dropped the body like garbage and marched forward.

Danny rushed. She caught his sword barehanded.

With her other hand—she grabbed his throat.

Samuel cast Sin Binding. Before the spell took form—

Cheeky leapt.

She landed before Samuel, still holding Danny in the air.

Her breath washed over Samuel's face. He looked up.

She smiled.

Then grabbed Samuel too.

Both boys were lifted into the air.

SMASH!

"Today—"

SMASH!

"I am—"

SMASH!

"Going to evolve—"

SMASH!

"By suck-drying—"

SMASH!

"These Hell Enforcers!"

She hurled them down.

She laughed wildly. "I'm gonna keep you both as sex toys! Feed on your power—slowly. You'll be my slaves."

She advanced.

Pinky froze.

Cheeky seized Samuel again—pressed him to her face.

She kissed him, forcefully.

She was soul-siphoning.

Danny grabbed a can of Himalayan Salt Energy from Pinky.

He gulped, then sprayed Cheeky.

She shrieked. Dropped Samuel. Screamed in agony. Rolled on the floor.

Samuel wiped his mouth.

"Tuh… tuh… Uurgh! Shit—my first kiss!"

He tried to chant again—

Vomit.

Again.

Cheeky snarled, eyes burning. "I'll be back for my revenge, you little shits!"

And then—she vanished. A hulking blur, faster than they could react.

"Congratulations," Hell Order chimed. "You are still alive. Target has escaped. Pursuit is not advised. Current combat capability insufficient for engagement."

Pinky helped drag the boys into a nearby room. Samuel was still retching, one hand clutching his stomach, the other against the wall.

He muttered, "Who the hell… steals someone's first kiss with a demon tongue the size of a toilet plunger—URGH!"

Vomit. Again.

Danny winced, hunched in the corner.

His neck was bruised, a giant handprint marking his throat.

"I can still feel her fingers on my windpipe, bro," he coughed. "Like she tried to squeeze my soul out through my collarbone."

Pinky looked between them, clearly panicking. "We're not dead, right? You guys are not dying on me, right?"

Danny groaned. "Physically? Alive. Emotionally? I think I need therapy."

Samuel raised a trembling hand and held up a finger. "One minute. Just… one damn minute."

He took a deep breath, tried to settle his stomach, and looked inward.

"Hell Order," he called mentally, "are all Class-C demons this freaking strong?"