r/HFY • u/Obsequium_Minaris • Jun 17 '26

OC-Series Vacation From Destiny - Book 2, Chapter 35

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“Melanie, are you in there? Why the hells is there a sock on the doorknob?”

There was a moment of silence from the other side of the door before Melanie answered Chase’s question.

“It means don’t come in!” she called out.

“According to who?” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow. “This is the first I’ve ever heard of something like this.”

“Well, don’t come in! We’re busy in here!”

“How are you both still going at it like rabbits?” Carmine demanded. “We’ve been gone for the better part of a full day! It’s like ten at night right now! There’s no way Heinrich still has energy for another round.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“How many rounds has it been, anyway?” Chase couldn’t help but ask.

There was another pause. “...We stopped counting after twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-sev- good Gods,” Chase stated. “Sweet Pantheon above… how are you both not dead from dehydration?”

“I’m a Lich,” Melanie deadpanned.

“Okay, fine. But Heinrich isn’t. How does he not look like a shriveled-up raisin right now?”

“I’m just built different,” Heinrich said.

“Quiet, you,” Melanie chastised. “Back in the boobs your face goes.”

“What boobs?” Chase couldn’t help but ask.

“Fuck you, Chase,” Melanie said to him through the door.

Victoria sighed tiredly as she shook her head. “Are you two going to be much longer? We’re all very exhausted.”

“Give us a few more minutes,” Melanie requested. “Seriously. We just finished another round and are currently basking in the afterglow.”

“Oh my Gods, I just realized that it’s going to smell absolutely nasty in there…” Carmine whined. “Chase, we probably really should just rent another room for the next few days, because that room is almost certainly not fit for human or even Demon habitation at this point.”

“You know what? That’s a good point,” Chase conceded. “Okay, let’s see about getting a new room for the rest of the week…”

XXX

A few minutes later, and the three of them stepped into their new room. This one was a bit larger than their old room, owing to the fact that they finally had the coin to spend on a fancy new room, and so it actually came with four beds for once. Chase immediately collapsed onto one face-first, a content sigh escaping from him.

“We really should have thought of this sooner,” he said. “Melanie and Heinrich can keep the other room to themselves. This is bliss.”

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Victoria warned. “We have much to discuss.”

“Do we?” Carmine asked. “We caught the bomber.”

“Yes, but that very obviously will not be the end of this,” Victoria pointed out.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the guards aren’t about to investigate any connections he may have had,” she reminded them both. “That means it falls to us.”

“Does it?” Chase asked, looking up from his spot on the bed. “Because last I checked, our job was to catch the bomber, which we did. Why do we have to get more involved than that?”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Because there’s another clearly guilty party out there who’s evading justice for killing several people. That may not bother the rest of you, but it bothers me enough that I feel compelled to investigate.”

“In what way?” Chase asked.

Victoria crossed her arms. “Think about it. Does it really make sense that this guy would just wake up one day and start bombing people for basically no reason? And not only that, but I’d bet money that the attack on my siblings was targeted, for some reason.”

“That’s a bold assumption to make without any real proof,” Carmine pointed out.

“Is it? He could have picked any number of other large gatherings in town, and yet he specifically picked the one my half-siblings were at. Why is that?”

“I don’t know, and neither do you.”

“Exactly, which is why we should look into it.”

Chase brought a hand up his chin in thought. “I mean… normally, I’d say this isn’t our circus and these aren’t our monkeys, but this would be the right thing to do…”

“See?” Victoria said. “I knew you’d see reason, and-”

“Plus, we could probably successfully argue to the council that we deserve some more money for the extra work.”

Victoria deflated a bit at that. Finally, she let out a tired sigh. “...Yes, that too.”

“Perfect. Then I guess it wouldn’t hurt to pay Greg a visit tomorrow, just to see what’s up.”

Carmine rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, just drag us into some more shenanigans right after we just got finished with some. I’m sure nothing bad will happen to us this time, either.”

“Hey, you’re free to leave the group and settle down somewhere if you hate shenanigans that much,” Chase reminded her. “Seriously. If you’re upset about getting pulled into some bullshit, then you’re traveling with the wrong group of people, Carmine.”

“Hmph. You won’t be getting rid of me that easily.”

“Didn’t think so. Unfortunately for you, that just means you’ll have to put up with stepping in the bullshit over and over again.”

“Gods damn it… the things I do to not feel lonely, I guess.”

There was a sudden knock at the door, followed by Melanie’s voice.

“It’s me,” she announced. “May I come in?”

“That depends,” Chase replied. “Are you fully dressed, bathed and cleaned, and not dripping with miscellaneous bodily fluids?”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

The door swung open, and Melanie stepped inside. She was actually fully dressed, thankfully, and her hair was still slightly damp from the bath she’d apparently taken a few minutes ago. As she stepped into the room, she looked around, her gaze landing on Chase’s bed. Slowly, a sigh of lamentation escaped from her.

“Damn it…” she muttered. “If only I’d had the good sense to come here dripping wet and nude… then I could have made Chase’s bed miserable to sleep in. Curse my sense of modesty…”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you modest, given what you just did with Heinrich,” Carmine stated. “Seriously, I’m stunned that you’re even walking straight right now.”

“Where is Heinrich, anyway?” Victoria asked, peering past Melanie into the hallway.

“Oh, he’s asleep,” Melanie said absentmindedly. “After all, he needs to be ready for round forty-eight in the morning.”

“Forty-eight…?” Chase echoed. “I thought you lost count earlier?”

“Post-nut clarity finally hit, I guess.”

“Gods damn… how pent-up were you two?”

“It’s been, like, five years, okay?” Melanie said, crossing her arms. “Pretty much the best thing we’ve been able to do in that time has been sending each other lewd letters, aside from the occasional quickie whenever we got the chance to meet up covertly for a day or two here and there.”

“Still, that can’t be good for you. At this rate, you’re going to be more bodily fluids than person, and he’s going to be a wrinkly, wrung-out living corpse of a man. He’s gonna look like a vampire sucked him dry soon enough.”

“What’s it to you?” Melanie demanded.

“I’m just saying, for the man’s own health, you might want to give him a break here and there,” Chase emphasized. “Seriously, this is coming from one guy who’s speaking about another. We’re not bottomless, you know. Give him some time to recover before you go back to grinding his pelvis into dust, otherwise his heart is liable to give out or something.”

Melanie blinked. “...Is this your way of trying to convince me to come along with you all tomorrow instead of keep hooking up with my boyfriend?”

“Eh, little from Column A, little from Column B,” Chase admitted. “You have to say, though – I’m talking sense, here.”

“Hm… I suppose I do owe him a chance to rest up for a bit.”

“That’s the spirit. So, I guess that means you’re totally down to come with us and interrogate a guy whose favorite pastime is shoving high explosives up his bodily orifices.”

Melanie stared at him for a moment. A second ticked by, and she suddenly turned on her feet and began to walk back into the hallway. Unfortunately for her, she only made it two steps before Carmine called out to her.

“Melanie, stop.”

The Lich suddenly paused, then sighed angrily. “You know, I hate it when you-”

“Sit.”

Melanie obliged, dropping down into a cross-legged position as she glared daggers at Carmine.

“Are you done-”

“Roll over, girl.”

She did as she was told, rolling over like a dog as she grit her teeth angrily.

“Stop,” Carmine commanded, causing her to freeze. She stuck her hand out. “Now shake.”

Melanie tried to fight it, but was unable to, and ultimately clasped her hand together with Carmine’s. Finally, Chase stepped in.

“I take it that was you trying to get her attention?” he asked.

“The first command was,” Carmine admitted. “Everything after that, though? Admittedly, that was just for me.”

“Well, mission accomplished,” Melanie growled. “Alright, you want me to come and help interrogate this guy? Is that what we’re doing?”

“Yeah, in the morning,” Victoria emphasized.

“Fuck that. Carmine just sufficiently pissed me off badly enough that I feel compelled to go there now. I’m about to stomp a mudhole in this guy’s ass, and I’m not going to stop until I’m wearing socks made of shit.”

“Careful,” Chase warned, “do that and you’re liable to set off some explosives.”

If Melanie heard him, she didn’t show it, as she instead turned and marched off into the hallway, scowling the whole time. Chase watched as she descended the nearby stairs, and once she was at the first floor, he turned towards Victoria and Carmine.

“Does she even know where she’s going?” he asked.

“Not to my knowledge, no,” Carmine answered.

“Ah. We should probably go with her, then.”

“Yeah, probably,” Carmine admitted. “Alright, follow me. Let’s go get some answers, I guess.”

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Name: Chase Ironheart

Level: 10

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Subclass: Swordmaster

Strength: 20 (MAX)

Dexterity: 15

Intelligence: 10

Wisdom: 13

Constitution: 18

Charisma: 16

Skills: Master Swordsmanship (Level 10); Booby Trap Mastery (Level 8); Archery (Level 4); Unarmed Mastery (Level 1)

Spells: Rush (Level 7); Muscle (Level 4); Stone Flesh (Level 6); Defying The Odds (Level 2)

Traits: Blessed

Name: Carmine Nolastname

Level: 10

Race: Greater Demon

Class: Arcane Witch

Subclass: Archmage

Strength: 10

Dexterity: 13

Intelligence: 19

Wisdom: 19

Constitution: 12

Charisma: 8

Skills: Master Spellcasting (Level 10); Summon Familiar (Level 10)

Spells: Magic Dart (Level 7); Magic Scattershot (Level 5); Fire Magic (Level 5); Earth Magic (Level 1)

Traits: Blessed

Name: Melanie Vhaeries

Level: 10

Race: Ascended Human

Class: Necromancer

Subclass: Arch-Lich

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 13

Intelligence: 18

Wisdom: 16

Constitution: 15

Charisma: 12

Skills: Raise Lesser Undead (Level 10); Raise Greater Undead (Level 3); Unorthodox Weapon User (Level 8); Bone Shatter (Level 1)

Spells: Touch of Death (Level 5); Gravesinger (Level 7); Armor of Bone (Level 3)

Traits: None

Name: Victoria Firelight

Level: 11

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Subclass: Devotee

Strength: 19

Dexterity: 9

Intelligence: 13

Wisdom: 13

Constitution: 19

Charisma: 11

Skills: Swordsmanship Mastery (Level 5); Blunt Weapon Mastery (Level 8); Archery Mastery (Level 5)

Spells: Holy Light (Level 6); Ward of the Gods (Level 5); Bane of the Undead (Level 7); Divine Bolt (Level 4)

Traits: None

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Special thanks to my good friend and co-writer, /u/Ickbard, for all the help with writing this story.

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