Marco and Shayna have just returned to the dungeon, they burst through the door with fighting stances "All right bitches, bring it- huh?" The eccentric mother dabbed some magic from the sanctuary on the infected area, and the red glow dissipated.

"All right, that should be all." Janna said as Globgor sighed in relief.

"Janna?" Marco wondered.

"Mommy!" Shayna called out as ran into her arms, embracing her into a hug which the shifty woman returned.

"Sup Firecracker, Sup dork, took care of the Royal Family for yah." Janna gestured to her other clients, who were all cured of their curse.

"How did you get past all the guards?" Shayna questioned as she looked at her.

"I have so many tricks I've yet to teach you young lotus." Janna replied as she put her down and ruffled her daughter's hair. "By the way, look who I found." Janna pointed to one of the cells, Shayna followed until she saw.

"(Gasp) Daddy?"

Tom waved, "Hey Shay." he was then glomped in a bearhug from the sobbing half-demon.

"You're okay." she whispered as she hugged tighter

Tom chuckled as he returned the embrace, "Sure am, I'm just glad you're safe and that Seth hasn't gotten you."

Marco watched this and turned to Janna, "When did-"

"I ran into him on my way here." Janna explained, "Just one quick dab of the glowing magic stuff I snagged from Shay, boom, all healed up." Shayna perked up at this and checked.

"HEY!"

Marco couldn't help but snicker, "So much funnier when it's not me." he told himself.

"Speak again Diaz." Janna said as she pulled out his wallet, Marco didn't even respond having already been accustomed to her pick pocketing.

(Meteora)

The young mewman/monster hybrid painted as she struggled to push herself up off the ground, "twe-twelve…. thiiiiiiiirteeeeeeen".

Across the cell from her, her inmate told a different story "-91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100!" Azrael finished before flipping over on his back into a sit-up position. Meteora collapsed in exhaustion, Azrael facepalmed at her action

"Can we (pant, pant) stop now?" she tiredly asked as she propped her head on the cell floor.

"It's only been three minutes since we started." he replied before starting his sit-ups.

Meteora glared at her cellmate, "Well it feels like... 4." he ignored as he continued his work out. She slowly sat herself on her knees "Why are we even doing this? Can't we just go back to making out?"

"If we did that, then we'd never leave the bed today." he responded as he soars through his sit-ups with the same pace he had with push-ups, counting in his head as he did so "If we want to overthrow my clinically insane and misguided parents then we have to get stronger than we are now, and the first step to that is with physical exercise." he quickly stopped before adding, "Which I bet is something you've never done in your life."

"I have!" she indignantly retorted.

"On your own without servants or magic?" he cheekily asked.

"Don't get smart with me." she glared as he resumed his sit-ups. "How are you even able to do that without sweating?" she questioned.

"You get used to it after 4 years. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, then a 10 kilometer run everyday." Meteora went wide-eyed at his workout regiment, he then kipped up and started the squats portion. This workout he's done since he was locked up here when he was 3, for a normal human their hair would have fallen out by now. But his mixed DNA was a different story.

"Geez." she wondered how he has the figure of a tiny bodybuilder, Meteora was enamored by this ripped form with very little areas of baby fat. That is until something random hit her. "Wait, if you've been locked up here since you were three then how do you do 10K every day?" She asked confused on that last part, considering they were trapped here.

"I just go outside." He said as if it was the most obvious fact in the universe.

"But how?" She asked. Azrael soon finished his set and walked over to the door, Metorea jaw just dropped when he easily pushed it open.

"What, but wasn't it locked!" Meteora exclaimed

"Did I say that it was locked?" He asked as he walked out, Metorea then left the cell flabbergasted that she had never thought about trying to open the door.

She started to look around and was disgusted at what she saw, half-eaten carcass littered the floor, weights and animal skeletons stuck out of the clearly rotting meat, and it stunk like hell. Meteora then found some stairs and ran up them, through an empty looking living room and outside where she saw that Azrael stretching his legs outside.

"Man these joints always get stiff, though that comes with never having a real bed." and in an instant he took off leaving the girl alone on the front porch, with him gone she got a better look around and saw a super thick foggy mist surrounding them, everything outside a 20 foot radius was covered in fog. Just then Azrael came running out of the mist only to run back with a dust trail following him, which repeated again and again.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a raised eyebrow

"Running…what does...it...look...like." He said as he went by, picking up more speed with each lap he took.

"But you're just running in circles." She said, Azrael soon stopped.

"That's not it, this mist is what keeps us trapped here." He said as he started trembling. "So that Toffee could come back, and so that my mom doesn't get rusty she would make me run through it just so that she can chase me, in fact she would hurt me." he said as he grabbed his lizard arm. "How do you think I got my arms and legs, this skin. I used to look just like you, but… she just hunted me and destroyed me. Each time she found me I'd lose a body part, only for it to regrow all scaly weird. Now I look like this, like my father. A freak!" He yelled as he punched a nearby tree right out of its roots. Meteora then walked over to him and grabbed his hands.

The boy soon noticed her hands were turning from soft to big and scaly like his, he looked up to see she now had a more burly physique, short black horns popped out of her head, pupils slit and her sclerae turned light yellow, reddish forearms and legs with dark with red tiger stripes appeared, and her thin red tail popped out. Her dress ripped in a few places, this was what she looked liked after she found out her true identity and went on a rampage. "I don't see the problem with looking like your father." She said in a deep voice. She soon changed back to normal and smiled. "All you need is a little practice." She said.

Azrael stared at the girl, the corners of his lips slowly raising into smile. He chuckled "You know, you make falling for you so much easier with each passing second" The girl blushed at the statement, then she thought back to MJ.

'Well as much as I care for him, I think that I should move on.' She thought. "Alright first things first, envision on how you used to look like..."

-Meanwhile-

Mina stood alone in the master Butterfly bedroom, looking out the window at what Mewni will use to look like. Seth was off making preparations for their master's return, then hopefully she'd get her son back. She held up a small photo, her, Seth, and a much younger Azrael. "Azzy…. I'm so sorry." a tear drop landed on the picture. "Soon, we'll be free."