Harem King! Chapter 0

Chapter 0
 Prologue

         "I wanna become a Harem King!" Bennett exclaimed. His already rosie cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as the demon sat across from him simply stared. "I uh... er. That's what you do right? Grant wishes in exchange for a soul?" He stammered. The demon sighed, adjusting his thick framed glasses and turned his swivel chair towards his large archaic computer. His fingers beat the keyboard, which was falling apart at the screws, most of the letters wiped away with frequent use.

         "You're looking for floor three," He grunted, using a long gnarled finger to rub his large hooked nose. "Ask for Melval." Bennett blinked. He hadn't expected the gates of Hell to be so... bureaucratic. He was even more surprised to find them in a simple office building across the street from the bank. It wasn't even a nice building. He was, however, certain he was in the right place. While the doorman was a jolly round man, like any other office building, once you got passed him the place was filled to the brim with red, blue, and charcoal skinned demons with tails, horns, and the whole shebang.

         Bennett stood in the elevator, watching the doors slide shut, gripping the railings along the sides as tightly as he possibly could. The large "3" at the top of the control panel glowed a dull orangey-yellow, but he knew the death box would drop into the fiery depths below and was bracing for impact. Surely, this whole set up was a trick for idiots down on their luck to find an early grave. The lord of the Underworld doesn't exactly have the best track record for being trustworthy, after all. But Bennett knew that when he walked into this place. He also knew he had nothing to lose and if things didn't start to turn around soon he'd welcome the Devil's warm embrace. So what's the harm in trying?

         The elevator gave a delightful ding and squeaked back open to reveal... an office. Ashy grey carpet with a texture only cats could truly appreciate. A cluster of cubicles with a rainbow of demons shuffling around paperwork and meeting with humans just like Bennett took up the majority of the room. In the back of the room was a water cooler filled with a glowing blue substance accompanied by two suited demons with half open eyes. Next to them is a glass door with another room at the other side which strongly resembled the call center Bennett himself worked in. As Bennett peered through the door from just outside the elevator he had to stop and wonder if he had actually dropped into Hell and not noticed.

         With a clear of their throat, someone grabbed Bennett's attention. He looked over to find a bottom heavy purple skinned demon sat behind a large desk. She had winged glasses, a pen in her hair, and a miserable expression on her face. She must be the receptionist, Bennett decided. "Excuse me," He managed, moving closer to the desk. "I'm Bennett. Uh, Mr. Tolvold sent me up here to meet with a Melval." The receptionist rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. With a deep breath she let out a long sigh. For a moment she just stared forward at her dim computer screen. Bennett could have sworn he could see the all too familiar sight of Solitaire. He, of course, couldn't blame the woman. He had that game running on his work computer 24/7.

         But, just as he was ready to give up hope, she leaned forward once more and looked at Bennett. Then she gave a simple head jerk in the direction of the cubicles. "Pink," She grunted. Pink? Bennett frowned, but felt his feet moving before his brain could catch up. He looked to the cluster of desks. He wasn't quite sure... then he saw it. A slender pink arm waving in the air over the cubicle walls. He walked around the corner and to the last cubicle. It was on the end and twice as big as the others. It was also, curiously, the only one with a door. Of course, the cubicle walls only came up to most people's stomachs, so the door didn't provide all that much privacy.

         Within the cubicle was a fine rosewood desk, one much nicer than any of the others. Sat behind the desk was a pink demon. She was quite busty with rather wide hips and thighs that ran around to a plump rear end. Her features were sharp and lips full, a small beauty mark above the left side of her upper lip. Her large excited eyes were a brilliant blue, matching her perfectly sculpted blue hair sitting atop her head. She was dressed the least professionally in the office. Her pinstripe skirt only hung half-way down her ample thigh, garter belts barely visible as they held up her sheer black stockings. Her shirt was a simple white button up, the problem being it seemed to be a size too small for her chest. While it wrapped snugly around her flat tummy, the top buttons were forced to stay open, her large breasts pushing completely out of the material, black lacy bra fully visible to any who wished to look. Quite honestly, she was everything Bennett wished for in a woman's appearance. His perfect ten.

         She offered a kind smile, one which couldn't hide her excitement of a new client, and stood, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Mel, Lust Demon extraordinaire!" Well, that explains it.

         "Uh, I'm Bennett," He says, shaking her hand. The two take a seat across from each other. After a moment of silence, Bennett decides she's waiting for him to speak again. "Well, er, I'm here cause I wanted to sell my soul." Mel nods, staring at him, big grin still on her lips. "I was hoping to... for... in exchange I wanted... I wanted to become a Harem King." Bennett's ears were on fire and he felt like his face was much much pinker than even Melval's. He felt ashamed of his request. Asking Mr. Tolvold was one thing, but to ask a woman like Melval... it made him want to run away and never come back.

         "Oooooh, a Harem King?" Melval sung, a surprising amount of glee in her tone. Bennett raised his eyebrows surprised. "It's been a while since we got one of those requests! I thi~ink the last person who asked wrote a book about it." She turns to her computer, typing away, her slender fingers skittering across the keyboard in a blur. "Or a magazine, or something," She quietly corrects herself. "So what's your type, Mister? Shorties, sporties, milfs, muscles, dudes," She pauses and looks back over at him, eyebrows raised. "demons? Maybe a little bit of everything?"

         Bennett was shaking. He straightened his back, glancing over the walls to see if anyone was laughing at him. This had to be some kind big dumb joke. A hidden camera show. Something. "I... um." He whispers, slouching down. He leans closer to Melval, who leans closer to him, offering a pointy pierced ear. His words are very quiet, coming almost silently, the tack tack tacking of Melval's keyboard drowning them out to anyone but her.

         "My, my, my," Melval giggles, dimples poking into her cheeks. "I'd say that's a pretty good list, but you'd better run off before I finalize it, or I might end up adding you to my harem," She warns, tone playful. Bennett lets out a nervous chuckle, but quickly sees the seriousness in Melval's powdery blue eyes. He clears his throat and gets up.

         "So... so that's it? I don't have to sign anything? My soul is...?"

         "Forfeit," Melval confirms with a nod. Bennett glances around and nods, running off. Melval smiles and gives her enter key a firm press. She quickly skims the confirmation notice before sitting back in her chair and propping feet up on the desk. Melval doesn't get many clients.