Hell's Actor-Chapter 41: Episode Five

The fifth episode of BSPH began with Asmodeus in bed with one of his maids.

She was beautiful and well-endowed with all the charms of a young lady.

Sexually, there wasn’t one thing she lacked, and she was experienced enough to know how to please a man. But for some reason, Asmodeus was in a foul mood.

He wasn’t above sleeping with his servants, happily married women, or even fresh widows. But tonight, he felt something essential was missing.

No matter how many times he humped her senseless, there was something that kept him from enjoying the pleasure he had been so addicted to. The girl was certainly having the time of her life, so nothing appeared to be wrong on her end.

Irritable and frustrated, Asmodeus instructed the young maid to leave him.

Hurriedly, she covered herself in towels and scurried out of the room.

"Excuse me, sir." The housekeeper entered after a moment. "Should I call someone else? Or would you like me to—"

Asmodeus clicked his tongue. "Who is available?"

"Tracy’s girls won’t take long if we call now."

He ground his teeth.

"Or I can wake up one of the maids," she continued. "If not, Sarah is still awake—"

His eyes suddenly flashed with energy.

"Sarah. Call Sarah."

The housekeeper bowed her head politely and backed away.

"Very well, sir."

After only a minute, the door was knocked, and Sarah entered.

She was dressed in a see-through black nightgown. A black choker adorned her neck. Racy red lipstick covered her luscious lips, and heavy eyeliner made her incredibly foxy.

Asmodeus walked up to her. The lower half of his naked body remained out of frame.

He looked her over. Clearly, his capable housekeeper had carefully dressed and styled her.

He placed his hands on Sarah’s shoulders. And even as he lowered the straps of her gown, she remained quiet, staring only into his eyes.

The unknown something that Asmodeus felt lacking was there in her presence.

He breathed out a hot breath. He was excited again. He wanted to hurt her, make her moan, and turn her white skin red. He wanted to do a lot of things—to her and only her.

As her thin piece of clothing fell to the ground, Asmodeus locked lips with Sarah, his tongue intruding into her mouth.

He had slept with countless women, but this was the first time ever in his life that he found someone’s lips so attractive. They were worthy of his attention.

Asmodeus bit her lower lip and pinned her against the wall.

His attachment to her had started affecting his promiscuous life, and his messed-up psyche was evolving, he could tell.

But in that moment, nothing mattered to him. He wanted only to dive deeper into the pleasurable experience.

It was the same activity he had partaken in hundreds of times, but it felt like a new discovery.

Sarah was willing to do anything if he just asked, and his interest couldn’t have made her happier.

They spent a lively night together.

The scene changed.

It was morning, and Mammon was with Satan in his bar.

After receiving a text, he casually stood up and strolled down the alley behind the bar.

Leaning against the wall, someone was waiting for him in the dark corner behind the trash cans.

"Your reports have been infrequent." Mammon tapped the man on his shoulder. "How do you suppose I should interpret that?"

As the camera panned, the face of the mysterious man was revealed. It was none other than Butler the policeman.

He cleared his throat.

"My apologies. The new detective has been keeping us busy. We can’t be out of his sight for more than two minutes."

"Ah, the new detective."

Mammon made an overly joyous expression and snapped his fingers.

"Remind me again: who pays for your daughter’s extravagant hospital bills?" He stepped slightly closer to the policeman, staring into his eyes and breathing on the skin of his neck. "Is it the good detective? Or is it the police department that you so faithfully gave your life to?"

"No, sir," the man squeaked.

"Then, what is it?"

"The gracious Binsfeld family, sir."

"That’s right. And who is the most generous of the Binsfeld family?"

"Mammon Binsfeld, sir."

"Then tell me, is it really so difficult to squeeze out a little, just a little," — He pinched his fingers and rubbed them together — "bit of time for generous Mammon Binsfeld that keeps your pretty little daughter alive? Huh, is it?"

"No, sir! Sorry, sir! Won’t happen again, sir!"

Seeing the man shaking in his boots, Mammon giggled happily like a schoolgirl.

"Now, here is something you might enjoy." He produced an envelope full of cash and shoved it into Butler’s front pocket. "I hope that you will return the favor with some very accurate information regarding certain individuals, and we will thank you for being discreet."

Greedy Mammon faked a smile.

"I will be waiting then."

Meanwhile, in front of a large hospital, a pair of black sedans pulled up.

About a dozen men dressed in black suits jumped out and rushed a heavily sweating man to the emergency department.

"It’s an emergency! Where’s the damn doctor?"

Leading the group was Belphegor. And the man being carried was Beelzebub.

The latter was quickly admitted and proper medication was administered.

According to the doctors, he had suffered a heart attack.

Once the situation had calmed down and Beelzebub was out of danger, the cardiologist had some vital information to relay.

"He is sedated and will need to stay with us for the foreseeable future."

Belphegor was beside himself with worry.

"What caused this, Doctor? Is it stress?"

"Stress is one of the factors, yes. Has there been anything stressful in his life recently?"

Belphegor wanted to help, but he couldn’t possibly inform the good doctor about the matters of the Binsfeld family.

"I... I think so."

"Try to make him lead a more stressless life."

The doctor studied the test reports in his hand.

"But even then, it’s the high cholesterol that seems to be the main cause of the sudden collapse. These reports, Mr. Binsfeld, indicate an unhealthy lifestyle. I recommend plenty of exercise and proper diet."

The man wrote down something on the medical notes he was carrying.

"His EKG suggests that this was not the first attack, and the rest of the tests confirm that."

"You mean... this was his second heart attack?"

"Yes, it seems he didn’t notice. He must have had a silent heart attack recently." He turned to the anxious man. "Do you know anything about it?"

Belphegor tried to recall, but nothing came to mind. It wasn’t as if he was unaware of his brother’s eating habits, but even then, the news came as a shock to him.

He spent the rest of the day by his sedated brother’s side.

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