Chapter 24

Stolas' Mansion

Blitzo walked into the demon lord's bedroom, where the owl-stork hybrid sat on the bed in his evening wear.

"Good evening, Blitzy," Stolas greeted seductively. "Tell me, have you given my proposition any thought?"

"Uh, sorry," Blitzo replied, "I don't think I got the message."

"Oh. Well, all I'm proposing is that I fund your little murder business in return for your... 'services.'"

Blitzo held his chin in thought for a while. As he thought, his form deteriorated.

Instead of a pair of goat horns, the imp now had a full head of dark crimson hair that covered his right eye. His skin became grey with a red tint, and his outfit changed into casual wear underneath a trench coat. His tail pressed up against his back and split into four spider-legs.

"What in the name of Satan is this sorcery?" the avian demon asked.

"Oh, yeah," the false Blitzo said. "Turns out, I.M.P. has been disbanded, and Blitzo has been admitted into the Hazbin Hotel. You won't be seeing him anytime soon."

When he finished speaking, various portals appeared on the floor. From one of these portals came Alastor.

"My, what a wonderful place!" the Radio Demon complemented. "Such a shame that it's going to be torn apart."

Black tentacles rose from the other portals and grabbed everything that possessed significant value. Essentially, they tore up Stolas' bedroom.

"You have some nerve, thinking you can pull this off!" he yelled, charging Trevor with his claws extended.

Trevor rolled his eyes and grabbed Stolas by his neck, holding him a foot off the ground. Three of his spider-limbs held his body off the ground, while the fourth held it's bladed point at the lord's throat.

"Last I recall, you didn't have the power to challenge me," Trevor said. "So, if you know what's best for you, you'll be a good boy and stay out of our way."

While he and Alastor looted the upstairs, Darling, Loona, Moxxie, Millie, Blitzo, and Victor gathered up everything else in the building. Within an hour, Stolas' mansion was completely devoid of anything luxurious.

"I think we're done here!" Alastor announced. "Shall we be leaving, Trevor?"

"Of course, my friend," the shapeshifter replied, before turning to Stolas. "Hope you like the do-over we gave you. It was a lot of fun."

Trevor and Vaggie walked down the street, seeing the little amount of beauty that Hell had. Of course, the real enjoyment was each other.

"At least the weather is nice," Trevor noted when he saw a pair of demons fighting about seemingly nothing. "The weather in autumn is usually atrocious, isn't it?"

"This late, it's usually blasting wind," Vaggie answered. "I'm surprised we got a day like this."

It was quite surprising, as the air was perfectly still. The only things in the air were leaves that lost their hold on their trees.

"I usually don't approve of Hell's landscape," Vaggie said, "but I gotta admit, this is beautiful."

"It is," Trevor agreed, "just like someone I know."

Vaggie blushed at his praise, but acted coy. "And who is this someone?"

"I'm holding her hand."

Vaggie's blush deepened as her grip on his hand tightened. He was too good to pass up.

She then saw a short male demon, about her own height. She thought he looked familiar, but it wasn't until she saw his face that he realized who it was.

"Uh, can we go back?" Vaggie asked, slowing down enough to catch Trevor's attention.

"Why, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Vaggie?" the demon said.

"Fuck."

The demon walked up to them. Despite his blue skin and balding head, the resemblance between him and Vaggie was indisputable.

"Vaggie!" he greeted, holding his arms out. "I didn't think you'd be here!"

"I'm sorry, am I missing something?" Trevor asked.

The shorter demon looked up at him in curiosity.

"Who are you?" He turned to Vaggie. "Dear, who's this?"

"Dad," she replied, "this is Trevor, my boyfriend."

"Oh, shit," Trevor muttered.

"Vaggie," the man chided, "what did I tell you about acquainting yourself with boys?!"

"I'm a grown woman!" Vaggie shouted back. "Just because you raped me as a child doesn't mean you can keep me to yourself in life and death!"

"Vagatha, not so loud!" her father whispered. He approached her to take her away, but he was stopped by a long, draconic tail around Vaggie's body.

"You will not take her," Trevor growled, his pupils narrowing into slits and his fingers lengthening into claws. "Your hold on her is gone."

"Back off, pal," the short demon growled back, "before I fuck you up."

Vaggie's father drew closer, but Trevor quickly stopped him as his hand wrapped around his girlfriend's father's neck. The smaller demon was so short, when he was brought up to Trevor's face, his feet were a foot off the ground.

"Don't threaten me, asshole," Trevor hissed, "or I will be the one who will fuck you up."

With a simple move of his arm, Trevor threw Vaggie's father into the wall of a nearby building. Satisfied, he unwrapped his tail from his girlfriend's body as they walked back to the Hotel.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," Vaggie whimpered, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "I was hoping he was in a lower Circle."

"Hey, it's OK." Trevor wrapped his arm around her. "I'm glad I was here. If I wasn't, you wouldn't be coming back. At least, not without his blood on your clothes."

Vaggie wasn't reassured.

"You probably think I'm filthy or contaminated or something," she muttered.

"Vaggie, what lies has he been feeding you?" Trevor asked. "As far as I'm concerned, you are far more precious than can possibly be interpreted."

He kissed her forehead to emphasize his point, which finally brought a smile to her face.