Hell's Loud

by TvFan2244

What do you get when you take a normal human boy and stick him in Hell itself? A series of misadventures that test the limits of how much craziness one white haired kid named Lincoln Loud can take before snapping after being taken in by three imps and a hellhound, all while trying to find a way home. Rated M for mature themes such as crude language, intense violence, etc.

13. Truth Seekers

Okay, first thing. Episode 7. Damn. Just damn. I did not expect such a hit in the feels, I mean, you can't help but really feel for Blitzo and Stolas, and all their issues. Brought a tear to my eye. It was nice to see Verosika, again. Even though it was a smaller role, I'll take what I can get, and I can expand more later on. But still, the feels in that episode, am I right? To think there's still more to come in part 2 of the season finale, I simply can't wait for whenever that day comes.

Okay, now moving on.

Finally here.

Truth Seekers.

Even though it took a while before it could be viewed, the waiting was more than worth it after seeing how it all panned out, so kudos to the geniuses behind that fantastic episode. As with past chapters, it's a treat to add Lincoln into the mix and believe, I hope the rest of you will like what I've done, I'm especially proud of it myself. Like I said before, doing renditions of canon episodes can be a lot easier than making all those original ones, but that doesn't mean I want this to be a rush job. Believe me, I am feeling a lot of burnout just from doing all this, so I hope this is all toy your liking and appreciate me wanting some time off from fanfic typing.

Also, I still hope some patience will be kept on the upcoming chapter that will detail how the Louds are faring after the abrupt disappearance of Lincoln, not just them, but also their friends and extended family. Given that there are two more episodes in season 1 of Helluva Boss, I like to think it won't be too long until that poiint.

That alone will require extensive planning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel or the Loud House. All properties involved belong to their respective owners.

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How long has I.M.P gone up to Earth to get some killing business done?

It's become such a norm, one can find that there can't be more than one second without a new Sinner client in Hell hoping that the company of assassins can use their expertise in killing a target that was still human as a means to settle some unfinished business. Each time had the usual end result, this merry band of assassins hunt their mark down, get into a series of hilarious hijinks, cause quite a scene, but manage to succeed in their objective. The was how most jobs would go and what was truly amazing was how they managed to do so without so much of being discovered.

One of Hell's most important rules was that those capable of traveling topside must do so while keeping up appearances in their human disguises at all times. Failure to comply will result in heavy repercussions.

Even though they venture to the living world through less legal means, even I.M.P have to make sure they at least don't break that rule at the same time.

So it does indeed boggle the mind that for all the ruckus they make, the only known human who knows about their whole operation is their current unpaid intern.

No other human is aware of the whole truth...except, that's not entirely true.

The average human hasn't noticed the odd sight of three imps heavily armed with extreme weaponry. But all those people were just civilians, ordinary people that are easy to evade and avoid. With all the chaos I.M.P caused during their jobs, it was a given that a secret clandestine branch of the government would notice the fact that actual demons from Hell running amok in their world.

Each of I.M.P's misadventures.

Chasing Stillman in a car, going to the house of Martha and her family, the monster fish during spring break, the skirmish with the cherubs in the opera house, the gas station explosion near the mall and so on.

Each incident was recorded and viewed.

All starting way back when Blitzo made his first trip to Earth to look at horses.

Because, of course.

"Right there!" Agent One, an adult brown haired male with dark shades, tie, and fancy suit points to Blitzo on one of multiple screens, holding the spell book. The other screens showcased other I.M.P jobs. "This was the first sighting!"

His associate, Agent Two, a blonde female with similar clothing nodded in response. "They're definitely from Hell. They must use this dark magic to cross over into our world." That much they managed to work out, but there were still many burning questions they needed answers to before presenting their case. "And they seem to be killing specifically targeted people. But why?" While many others got caught in the crossfire, it was apparent that with each incident, these demons were after one specific person.

"Not only that, but there's the matter of the kid."

Agent One brought up their biggest head-scratcher; where the human-looking white haired boy that's always seen with the demons fit into all of this. "We sure he ain't one of them?" Two inquired. "Can't say I've ever seen white hair on a kid that ain't dye."

One tapped his chin in deep thought. "He definitely looks like a one Lincoln Albert Loud." he held a folder holding personal files and took out a missing persons' poster with a photo of the kid and the resemblance was uncanny.

"Wait, didn't a previous first lady help deliver a white haired baby?"

"You know I don't keep up with the usual government gossip." One retorts. "Besides, that's not important right now. Months ago, this kid was reported missing by his family after not coming home from school one day and the investigation is still ongoing. It just so happens, that he lived in Royal Woods, Michigan, one of the many locations that these demons popped up in and not long afterwards, wherever they go, he goes. According to some reports, the last person to see him was a Mr. Ian Stillman. One of their targets and a person of interest to us." On Stillman's file, were all the photos from various time periods where Stillman was present, but not having aged a day in each. They've been tracking him for some time now, but could never find something concrete.

"What could they find on the body?"

"That's just it. Hours after the search began, local authorities searched the man's house, but only found a broken grandfather clock with nothing but dust underneath it. Stillman was reported missing afterward, but I think we both know they already found him. They just didn't realize it." One said knowingly to Two. "A few personal belongings of his were confiscated, all occult in nature and from the looks of it, seemed to be doing one of those ritual type deals in his basement."

"Kid must have escaped, somehow. But why go along with demons?" Two couldn't wrap her head around that.

"Who knows? They always attack at random. All over the country." Since they started tracking them, the two agents' biggest challenge was determining the next location I.M.P would appear. "There's no way to predict where they'll strike next."

Commotion from outside got their attention and as if a higher power heeded their questions, they peek out and see Blitzo himself dumpster diving, apparently.

"Oh, well. That's convenient." Two pleasantly smirked to an equally pleased One.

Outside, I.M.P had just pulled off another successful kill and were preparing to head back to Hell. Until then, Blitzo ordered them all to conceal themselves in case any other humans were around. If they only knew. "Shh, remember. We can't be seen." Blitzo whispers, slipping into garbage bag, much to the amusement of Millie.

"Pardon my words, sir. But, you're currently being the loudest." Moxxie points out.

Climbing out of the trash, Blitzo harshly whispers to his employee covered in rotting fruits, discarded papers, and other...ugh, unmentionables. "I said shut your dick sucking lips, Moxxie!" the shorter imp recoiled in apt disgust, knowing full well where the worn out tube on his boss's finger's been. Once again, Moxxie finds himself greatly infuriated by his superior's blatant harsh attitude at about every little thing he does.

"Guys!" Lincoln called, having opened up the portal already for Millie to hop into. "Come on." he hands the grimoire over to Loona on the other side.

Well, at least Moxxie will now be able to go home and relax-

"Get down!"

Or get tackled by Blitzo who did so to prevent Moxxie from being caught in a net.

I.M.P turned in shock to see Agent One reload his net-launching device for another go at capturing them. Agent Two then swung down from a rope to stand in-between of Lincoln and the portal, armed with a tranquilizing sniper rifle. "What the?! Who're they?!"

Blitzo couldn't afford to answer that question as he too was clueless, but did have time to urgently tell an order to his daughter. "Loona! Close it!"

Both Loona and Millie were aghast at what Blitzo just said. "W-What?" Loona asked with uncertainty, gazing at Lincoln as closing the portal would mean leaving him.

"Just do it!"

Millie shoved Loona out of her path, trying in vain to go back out and grab her boys, but it was too late.

"Wait, no!"

The portal was instantly closed.

Moxxie didn't know who these two were, but they just made a big mistake.

No one gets between him and his Millie.

"Lincoln, follow my lead!"

Eyes flashing red, Lincoln mimicked Moxxie's evasion maneuvers to dodge all the nets. Amazing what some acrobatic training from Millie will do for you and right now, Lincoln was thankful for it. Moxxie lands gracefully and turns to fire his pistol at the agents, but was hit by a tranquilizer dart. His entire body went numb and limp, head filled with incoherent thoughts that made him a sputtering mess. Seeing that enraged Lincoln and used his revolver to carefully shoot the scope of the rifle, but in his rage, got himself get hit by a dart himself. "Moxxie! Lincoln!" Blitzo shouts in distress. Getting into action, Blitzo throws a trash lid at One before he could fire more nets, he picks up both of his employees and uses Moxxie's body to hit Two into the trash. Both agents recovered and chased after them.

"I smell...colors?" Moxxie slurred.

"They taste so pretty..." Lincoln adds.

Blitzo stops once he sees that they were at a dead end and the agents caught up with them, but this imp wasn't going down without a fight. "Back off, you tuxedo wearing fucks!" he warns, flashing his flintlock.

But, the agents were hardly deterred as One prepared his weapon's other setting and was quicker than Blitzo on the trigger. He, Moxxie, and Lincoln were blasted by a shock blast that immobilized them to the ground. The last thing Blitzo could see before succumbing to the darkness were the two triumphant agents being mighty proud of their accomplishment.

"Heh-Heh!" One chuclkes while adjusting his tie. "I'd like to see the suits in corporate call us losers now! That was pretty badass."

Two wholeheartedly agrees. "Super badass!"

Now, the only hope left were two very concerned demon ladies.

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It all happened so fast.

One moment, they were wrapping up another job, but then came those two suits with advanced weaponry that forced them to be separated.

She was safe in Hell, but she couldn't say the same for the guys.

Her boss.

The love of her life.

And of course, her baby.

The anger she felt knew no bounds. It was the same kind of fury that coursed through her veins when Striker attacked them and she pours out all her anger out by punching the wall where the portal closed on her repeatedly while giving off feral screams of anguish. She barely gave a damn that it hurt like a son of a bitch, it didn't compare to the pain of the prospect of losing her boys, and gradually, the punches stop and tears stream down her face as she collapses to her knees in despair. "Shit!" she cries. "Shit, shit, shit!" she gave out anguished whimpers.

Loona was also greatly sorrowful and regretful, not believing that she actually closed the portal, not just on the imps, but on Lincoln.

What kind of friend would do that?

What kind of sister would do that?

All that she could do was to put aside her sad whimpering and at least make some attempt to console Millie. "You, uh..." Fuck, it was so hard to give comfort to a coworker she hadn't gotten along with in the past. "...you okay there?" she slowly reaches out, pulls back when Millie faces her with desperation.

"What're you doing sittin' there?!" Millie incredulously asks, motioning to the grimoire on the floor. "The boys are in trouble! Open it again!" she demands.

One way or another, she was getting her family back, and the stupid assholes that thought they could get away with breaking up that family were gonna be taught one hell of a lesson, paying the price in blood and severed heads.

Loona understood how Millie felt, she wanted to help out Lincoln, Blitzo, and Moxxie, too, if it'll calm Millie down. But, there was a system in place of this kind of problem and Blitzo had set a clear set of instructions on what to do and not do. "Blitz was using a total of zero euphemisms, innuendos, or swears." All things that are commonplace in how her boss/adoptive father's mannerisms, except for what happened in the alleyway. "That means I don't open it, until-"

But, Millie didn't give a fuck.

"Open the fucking portal now!" she roared in the hellhound's face, pulling her to eye level by the collar.

"Look, Blitz can take care of himself, even your boy toy. And I'm sure Linc's come up with one of his convoluted, but well thought-out plans that needs a smaller operation name to get them out of shit by now." Loona couldn't even believe her own words.

"Loona, please!" Millie's scowl twisted into an imploring frown, more tears coming down. "Our boss. Your daddy. My Moxxie and Lincoln, my baby..." her lips quivered and just wanted them back home with her.

This wasn't a family.

Just a company.

That's what Moxxie said.

One of the few things Loona agreed on with him, then why the shit are there moments where it really does feel like a damn family?!

First things first.

They needed to get their shit together. Going in half-cocked against an enemy they don't know anything about is about the worst plan they could think of, so they stock-piled a whole lot of weapons that somehow could fit inside Blitzo's emergency bag. Some would call it overkill, but humans not only managed to spot them, but also took some of their own captive, so they were going all out. Millie prepped herself up with a battle axe and Loona transformed into her human disguise to make it easier to search without being uncovered by more humans.

With the grimoire, Loona opens a new portal to Earth to the same alleyway where Agents One and Two captured their friends. Millie jumps through with heated fury. She was ready for a fight, but the alley was empty, they were long gone by now.

"They aren't here!" Dropping the axe, Millie was about ready to cry again, until Loona picked her up and took a sniff of the ground for the guys' scents.

Luckily, Loona found a trace and if she put in a lot of leg work, it won't take long to find them. "It smells like they went this way." the disguised hellhound puts Millie inside the bag and picks up the axe to hand it to the female imp. "Come one, let's find the dumbass twins and our boy."

Without wasting anymore time, she ran quickly. "Loona..." Millie addressed. "Do you think they're okay?"

Loona frowns, contemplating. "Yeah, of course...they gotta be..."

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Who knew tranquilizer darts could pack such a punch? Lincoln felt everything in his system do a complete shutdown, same with Moxxie and as such, the effect of those darts caused them to be unconscious for a considerate amount of time. Eyes blinking open slowly, Lincoln had to shake his head to clear his head a little and finally coming to, he gasps once he sees that he was restrained to a chair and the imps also tied to separate chairs, and both of their tails were chained to a metal ball. Blitzo was the only one among the three that remained conscious as Agents One and Two shone a light on them to begin the interrogation.

"Finally awake, huh, little fella?" Two said to Moxxie. "Your partner has been for a while now."

The bad cop routine had zero affect on Blitzo.

"Look, shit-bag. It takes a lot to keep me down, alright? I took a fuck ton of tranquilizers in the college I dropped out of." Blitzo calmly informs her, crossing his legs. "Also, I've been strapped nipple-first to a car battery, so I-"okay!" Blitzo hissed at the light being shone on him by One.

"Tell us, demon scum! Who do you work for? Satan?" One questioned heatedly.

Agent Two continued the questioning from there.

"How did you get to our world from the afterlife?"

"Why are yous killing humans?!"

"When did you show up here?!"

"What's the kid got do with all this? You kidnap him?"

"Or are you replacing human children with your own demon spawn to trick us?!"

"Is he really the same Lincoln Albert Loud who disappeared?!"

"Have you been taking more missing humans?!"

"Thus some part of secret plan or-"

Lincoln halted any more interrogation, all the constant questioning was getting to him and his coworkers. "Hold it!" Both agents were swiftly silenced by Lincoln's shout. "Can you give us a second to speak for ourselves? My god, you two just keep going on and on about way off-base theories and conspiracies and...this is starting to feel like a huge eye opener for me." He makes a mental note to maybe get a better handle on his own paranoia and overthinking, recalling on past conclusions he's made out of his overworked imagination. "Look, I know how this looks, but these two aren't bad guys." Blitzo raises an eyebrow. "...not at heart..." Lincoln got more looks. "...when you get to know them, they're pretty alright. Just don't think they did anything bad to me. I hate when that happens."

"Egad!" One gaped dramatically. "They must have gotten to him somehow!"

"That, or he isn't the real Lincoln Albert Loud at all!"

Blitzo snorts. "Albert?" he teased.

"It's my grandfather's name, alright?" Lincoln defends, not ashamed. "Lay off. It was either that or Marie, like all my sisters."

"All your sisters' middle names are Marie?" Blitzo surmised, baffled. "Fucking Christ, kid, are your parents the most unoriginal humans alive or what? Bland enough that they name all their kids that start with "L", are their own names basic, too? Like Leroy and Lena?"

"For your information, Blitz. My mom's name is Rita and my dad...well, his name is Lynn." If Lincoln could scratch his nape, he could. "Lynn Sr. actually. My sister, Lynn was named after him-"

"Ha! So, I win!"

"Blitz, this isn't a contest!"

"But if it were, I'd be winning!"

"Hey! We ain't playing games here, alright?!" One peered closer at Blitzo with a finger. "We got questions that only you and your little friend here can answer, so start playing nice or we may have to get ugly!"

"And believe us, we will!" Two supported her partner.

They talked a big game, but they underestimate how unfettered Blitzo was, and the best way to counteract their interrogation was some good fun fucking around to endlessly frustrate them. "Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, bitch. First of all, we just woke up from a very nasty shock, and I'm still feeling fucking woozy. So, I'm gonna request you fetch us some coffee before we get into this. I mean, everyone gets coffee in shitty movies scenes like this, am I right?"

Lincoln stifles a laugh. "You're not wrong there."

"Thanks, Lincoln. I want something iced, bitch. What about you, kid?"

Knowing where his boss was going, Lincoln plays along. "A nice soda will be just fine. But I am trying to like coffee some more, so maybe decaf if you have it."

"How about you, Mox?"

Whether Moxxie knew about Blitzo's ploy or not, the music-loving imp played his part.

To vastly annoying levels.

"I'll have a Neopolitan cappucino, more "cappu" than "cino". Make sure it's got no more than four ounces of milk, the beans won't have the right texture otherwise, and make sure they spell my name correctly on the cup. They always put "Foxy" or "Roxy", I hate that." No more than how much the agents were hating the unnecessarily tall order Moxxie was placing. Even his co-workers found it way to taxing. Sympathies to whatever barista has had to deal with Moxxie as a customer and the people waiting in line until he was done. "If you can't handle that, I'll have a Venti traditional Misto. Please use soy milk with two blonde shots Affogato and Ristretto!" he points his foot at Agent Two who felt like pulling her ears off. "I'd also love three vanilla pumps at the very bottom. Then, add the coffee after, then-"

"Enough!" One exclaimed, any more and his head will explode. "We aren't getting youse coffee!"

For once, Blitzo had to give props to Moxxie for his superb annoying skills there. "Wow, I was getting massive douche chills just there, Mox. Congrats." he praised with an impressed smirk.

"If we have to, we are willing to resort to torture methods to get answers out of you nasty hell beasts!" Two warns the imps.

Real tough, but Moxxie still had some douche skill in him. "When you say "torture", you mean physical or psychological?" Plus, there were a lot of holes to point out in that idea. "Physical seems counterproductive. We would like to tell you anything if it meant an end to the pain, and you would have no way of knowing what was true."

"Or we might like it too much." Blitzo cracked. "And then, you got a whole new thing to deal with."

"What do you mean by that?" One inquired.

"Oh, you're stupid, huh?" Blitzo playfully teases. "I can work with stupid. Daddy likey Dummy." he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Lincoln and Moxxie moved around onn their chairs, neither could contain their laughter.

"Okay, okay! Stop, Bltz! It's too much!"

"Good one, sir! Daddy likey-"

One and Two found no humor in it at all. Their endless laughing reminded them of how all the other super cool government agencies constantly ridiculed and poked fun at them for the main mission of their entire organization.

"You better stop laughing at us!" Two yells.

One grabs Blitzo and screams at him. "Yeah! You are the ones at our mercy!"

Moxxie explains why they can't help but mock the two sub-par agents through his shit-eating grin. "It's hard to resist. I'm really sorry." He knows they're trying their best, but come on, these clown are just so easy to rile up. "I mean, considering your approach thus far, you've had us tiied here for what? Hours, and you haven't even had us confirm what exactly we are!"

Two leans downward with curiosity. "What are you?"

"I'm a Virgo."

Damn!

Blitzo never thought he'd get so many laughs from Moxxie killing it with his own set of jokes.

One and Two weren't in the mood for jokes once One tossed Blitzo back to his chair. "Oh, smart guy, eh?"

"One more quip out of you and we'll shut you up!" Two warns them.

But, that sounded alright to Blitzo. "Ooh, getting kinky!"

The agents recoiled in disgust. "What?! We're not playing any of your vile demon kinks!"

"I mean, that's what it sounded like back there, you sickos!" Blitzo taunted.

Moxxie giggles. "Please don't give them ideas, sir." he jokingly pleads.

"Why not? I know the shit you're into." This was so much fun that Blitzo couldn't resist cracks at Moxxie.

"Sir! Not in front of Lincoln!"

One plugs his ears to stop hearing more of this, he doesn't even want to think what kind of business goes on with demons. "Stop! We are not getting kinky with you!"

"Calm down, One!" Came Two's attempt to calm her partner down. "Don't let these monsters get to you!"

Unfortunately for Agent One, that was way too easy for Blitzo to do. "Hey, aren't we gonna get our phone call, bitch?"

One saw this as an opportunity to pry further into proving that the two irritating little rascals were genuine demons from Hell, and pay them back for their wisecracks at them, it was the only way their agency would finally get the recognition it deserved. "Well, that entire depends." he smugly says. "Who're you gonna call? Hmm?"

"Your fat mom." Blitzo cruelly retorts. "Thank her for a fat time!"

Okay, now that cut deep.

Like, seriously, real fucking deep.

Not just because of how personal that jab was, but also of one little fact Two pointed out. "Nice try, demon! His fat mom is dead!" Two counters, being reminded of that drove One to tears.

"I wouldn't count that as a point for you guys." Lincoln said, sending sympathies to the grieving agent. "Super sorry about that, by the way."

"Don't apologize to them, bud. They're fuck-buckets who have no shitty clue who the fuck they're messing with." Blitzo chortles. "And one of them has a fucking dead mom! I'm sorry, I just can't help myself!"

What all the jabs will help is them by buying themselves more time until their rescue comes in.

---

The rescue team comprising of Millie and Loona eventually found their way to where Loona followed the scent of the boys and it was at a heavily fortified and guarded government building owned by the agents of the group that's all about the investigation of the supernatural. A clandestine secretive group known by the sole moniker that is D.H.O.R.K.S.

No, seriously.

That's their name.

The acronym for this group of secret demon-hunting agents is literally D.H.O.R.K.S.

It can only be assumed that all the other cool-sounding acronyms were taken, or they were trying way too hard to come up with a clever long-sounding name for their organization. Whatever the case, these guys are who took the guys captive and at the very least, they were equipped with katana blades, chain sickles, spears, shurikens, sais, and so on...and no guns. Like, their only arsenal seems to only be comprised of weapons originating from Japan's feudal period and no signs of firearms on their persons, which didn't help their image.

At least it can be inferred that they're competent enough to be skilled and trained with those weapons.

"This where they ended up?" Millie asked, looking over Loona's head inside the bag.

The Helhound made sure they weren't seen. "I think so." Loona's nose never failed her before. Taking note of the guards, searchlights and cameras at the entrance, getting inside won't be easy in the slightest. "Fuck, this looks intense! How're we gonna get in?"

Millie look upwards and brightens up with an idea. "Lift me up to that vent." she instructs Loona.

Loona raises her arm to allow Millie to climb high enough to tear the vent entrance off and crawl inside.

With remarkable time, she manages to get inside and unlock the door right beside Loona and the two raced through the hallways of the building, looking for any sign of their wayward compatriots. When they passed by agents who were standing on guard, Loona tip-toed her way to not arouse their suspicions, and so far, it seemed to have worked out great for them.

Unfortunately, they were caught on one camera and the agent that was watching its video security feed spat out his coffee in shock and wasted no time in pushing the button meant to sound the alarm for intruders, disregarding the outraged look of his fellow agent who was splashed by the coffee liquids.

Loona comes to an abrupt halt once she and Millie see a squad of agents standing in their way with swords, sais, spears, and nunchucks.

One agent swung his spear only for Loona to duck and bring down the ax and dismember his freakin' keg. Millie finishes the job by shooting him twice with her dual pistols. Loona throws the axe to collide straight into an agent's forehead, Millie got out of the bag and climbs up the now falling corpse to grab the axe and jumps to avoid a sword strike meant for her. She dives down for a total vivisection of the sword-wielding agent, blood spilling out. Loona attempts a jumping kick at the agent with nunchucks, but he moves to the side. The agent tries hitting her, but she jumps forward and bends backwards to avoid getting hit by a thrown chain sickle, that instead decapitates the nunchuck agent, his head rolling like a bowling pin.

The kusarigama agent didn't have time to be horrified at his accidental murder of a fellow operative, not after Millie breaks his neck by forcefully twisting it aside while standing on the axe's handle.

Loona grabs her by the arm and runs ahead.

More agents were blocking them, one pressing a button to cut them off with a steel door and the other two ready to launch shurikens at them to delay the lady demons.

Their aim was evidently poor as the two female I.M.P employees prevented themselves from being hit, but they saw that steel door coming down.

"Throw me!" Millie exclaims to the receptionist.

Usually, Loona would only listen to Blitzo, and Lincoln as she's come to trust his judgment, but circumstances requested that she complies.

Millie rolls on the ground before getting to the other side of the room just before the blast door completes its descent.

Loona blinks with eyes wide as she hears the horrified and pained screams of the agents suffering the unbridled fury of a pissed off lady imp. The sound of dismemberment and blood leaking could make everyone's skin crawl. With her work done, Millie presses the button to raise the blast door up, hanging her axe on her shoulder as Loona sees her handiwork of several arms and top body halves littering the ground.

"Damn. You're pretty agile for an old lady." Loona teasingly complimented.

"I'm like, five years older than you." Millie snapped back.

Out of all the agents that were brutalized by Millie, only one was still alive, he was severely injured, but he was alive...barely. "Need...help..." he groans, trying to call for backup, but screams when his radio and the fingers holding it were shot off by Millie's gun and she presses the axe's top against his neck.

"Listen well and listen good, you no-good shades wearin' son of a bitch!" Millie bares her teeth and murderous scowl. "I left you alive, that weren't no accident! Tell us where you're keeping the best boss in the world, and my sensitive Mox-Mox who despite all appearances, now just how to please a woman, and the kindest sweetest miracle that ever fell on mine and my hubby's laps!"

With all his injuries and piss in his pants, it was impressive that he was resilient. "P-Policy states that I don't-"

Those were his last words before Millie decapitates him and kicks the head away like a soccer ball. "Wrong answer, bitch!"

"Hey Save it for the rescue." Loona told her, though understood Millie. "We still got a lot of ground to cover. Come on!"

They leave before more agents could come.

---

What was intended to be a harsh interrogation to get Blitzo and Moxxie to sing and air out all their dirty laundry to get all the required proof they can present to finally be taken seriously by all the other government groups is now anything but. Thanks mostly in part to Blitzo and Moxxie's continuous jabbing at them and they just loved how much they set the two agents off.

"Stop insulting my mother!" Agent One cried to the grinning Blitzo who stuck his tongue out at him. "She's dead!"

Two settles him down with some soothing pats on the shoulder. "Hey, hey. Cool it, alright? Don't you see you're playing right into their hands? We won't get anywhere with them if we let ourselves fall for their demon tricks."

"Take my word for it, sister. I'm not even pulling out the really good shit." Blitzo said, enjoying himself. "Besides, it's not like you clowns were getting anywhere to begin with. This is way more fun for us than it should've been and it's your own fucking fault for sucking so much."

"Laugh while you still can, demon." Two spat, as she and One moved Lincoln's chair away from them. "We'll get our answers out of you and break whatever hold you got over the kid here."

"Don't oversell it, he's the unpaid intern." Blitzo rolled his eyes. "Nothing like some binding deal that causes him nothing but trouble."

Lincoln deadpans. "Is there really a difference?"

"Ha! Okay, I'll give you that one, kid."

Two whispers to Lincoln. "Out with it then. Can you confirm that you were forcefully taken by these horrendous pack of Hell spawn and are forced to suffer unspeakable amounts of hard labor?" she asked.

One brought up the other outlandish theory. "Or, are you in fact, a demon Hell spawn yourself. Taking the guise of the real Lincoln Albert Loud, who as we speak is currently slaving away with other kidnapped children in the dirty pits these two crawled out of?"

Lincoln looked between the agents in disbelief. "I mean. You two hear yourselves, right?"

"Come on, give us something here." Two pleaded. "If you help us out, we can help you out. You got a family worried back home, right? Say the word and you'll be there in no time."

"Assuming you are who you appear to be." One clarified.

"If you guys aren't even sure of who I am, what guarantee do I have that you'll actually honor your part of the deal?"

Don't get Lincoln wrong here. He would love nothing else more than to see his family again, but he's come to realize that he can't really do so at the moment, due to the whole curse thing with his soul being linked to literal Hell and all the demons, stuff that would no doubt blow their minds and he's not willing to risk that. Additionally, he didn't trust these agents in the slightest.

"You don't, but that's a risk we're willing to take!" One obliviously looked at Two facepalming herself. "What?"

"Who are exactly are you guys anyway?" Lincoln felt that he needed some answers. "Are you really with the government? Because, I can't remember ever hearing about guys like you before."

"That's because officially speaking, we don't exist." Two adjusted her shades in a serious fashion. "But if we did, we'd be the governments answer to all those that go bump in the night. We hunt down and learn the origin of these supernatural threats, so we can put a stop to it at its source. A lot of manpower is put into investigating and researching any possible demon-related phenomena the best we way we can."

"Woah..." Lincoln breathed a little in awe, that all sounds like a recurring fantasy he's had growing up. "So, the government knows about all that."

One deflated. "...Well, no, actually. We're not exactly...well-funded, mostly getting washouts and not that much equipment from funding. We only make enough to be the only two agents with the gadgets used to capture youse and the only ones allowed to have firearms."

If Blitzo didn't find them pathetic before, he certainly does now, and he's loving it. "Haha! Oh, my shit! You're the company guys that get laughed at and pushed around, aren't you?! You're hapless demon hunters who probably didn't get enough action until now! No wonder you suck at this whole interrogation thing, I mean, I have no boner whatsoever! The company crybabies! The ass-bags that no one believes at all!"

One bares his gritted teeth. "Yeah? Well, that's all gonna change once we get all your dirty laundry, you damn heathen! After tonight, ain't no one will ever call us conspiracy nuts ever again! Hell, we might even get some snazzy new tech from science heads like that wiz-kid prodigy from Michigan! Mark our words, we're gonna find out what you have and why you have the kid! Can only be something bad if you have carry around that gun we confiscated!"

Okay, so these guys obviously just want to prove themselves to their peers by any means necessary.

That made Lincoln less sympathetic.

But Agent One mentioning the revolver reminded Lincoln that it wasn't the only weapon he had. Before all this insanity went down, he remembered Moxxie and Millie teaching him that should he ever be captured, it will always pay to have a concealed weapon to either attack, or break free from his restraints. Shimmying his right arm, he felt his knife fall down his sleeve and he catches the handle, then begins using it to cut the ropes. Moxxie sees what he was doing and opts to assist him by making sure the agents don't catch him in the act. He nudges Blitzo who arches an outraged eyebrow before seeing what Moxxie was gesturing to and understood the ploy. "Aiming pretty high there, champ. But with that depressingly small dong of yours, I wouldn't push my luck if I were you."

"What was that?! Make another joke about my dick again! I dare you!"

"Ooh, an invitation? That mean a yes to some fun times?"

Lincoln successfully cuts the ropes off him and he looks to his coworkers, contemplating whether he should attack the agents. Moxxie shakes his head sternly and nods to the exit doors, but Lincoln was hesitant. An assured smile and silent promise from Moxxie was enough to make Lincoln quietly walk to the door and walk out before the doors shit very loudly.

One and Two heard this and see the cut ropes on the floor. "What the fuck?!" One exclaims, panicked just like Two.

How did one kid slip past them?!

"Uh-oh. Some a-holes are in trouble~!" Blitzo sang.

"Why you dirty-!"

"That's enough, One!" Two prevented him from doing anything that would only make things more messed up for them. "Let's just leave them here until they feel like talking." she leads him out of the room with a suspicious eye on the imps.

With them gone, Blitzo struggles to break free himself, but to no avail. Sighing in resignation, Blitzo still tries to keep both his and Moxxie's spirits up with some encouraging words. "Don't worry, Mox. If we keep being obnoxious, they'll eventually slip up and we'll get a chance to get out like Lincoln. Let's just keep fucking with them until they get so frustrated, they stop thinking clearly. It usually works."

Unknown to both of them, they were being monitored by One and Two through a one-way mirror.

"Mmm, so the demons want to play games, huh?" One shares a conniving smirk with his partner. "Well, we can play games."

Snickering, Two slammed a button labeled 'Truth Bomb' right between 'Haha Gas' and 'Bitch Juice'. "Yeah. But what about the kid? He made it to the vents." she points to the open entrance through the ventilation shaft.

One rubs his chin in deep thought. "Did the techie guys install the truth gas into them?"

"Yeah, but are you really sure? We got no clue on how it affects humans."

"Assuming that kid's human to begin with." One countered coldly. "It should make him woozy enough to make it easy for the guys to bring him back. This is the job, Two. We gotta live with it. For now, let's just enjoy the show."

Back with the imps, Moxxie made it known that his concern was more on his wife at the moment. "She'll be on her way by now, I'm sure." He has no idea what she was in for, and that scared him. "And what about Lincoln? He got out, but how long until they recapture him?"

Blitzo groans at this, though, feeling his fears were unwarranted. "Ugh, she'll be fine, Moxxie. It would take a 'roided up hippo to take down that woman when she's upset." Even then, that still wouldn't be enough. "And Linc's a crafty little rascal, you of all people should know that. We taught him enough to make it out of here, meet up with Mills and get us out."

"We've never dealt with the human government before." Moxxie reasonably pointed out. This was an entirely new ball game and for all the dumb luck that got them out of scraps before, this time around, it may not serve them good. "They're both in danger!" he shouts, both unaware of the green gas that started to fill the room.

Mother of God!

There he goes again, worrying over his wife and kid they both basically adopted.

Blitzo gets it, he loves them and the feeling is very mutual, but damn it, did it just burn Blitzo up. He's been to their apartment, he knows how much they love each other, so maybe they shouldn't just flaunt it out!

"Do you ever honestly shut up about Millie and Lincoln?!" Blitzo asked in exasperation. "It's always, 'oh, how's Millie? I can't tonight, I'm so worried about Millie.' And she's always five fucking feet away from you! Don't even get me started in how much of a helicopter daddy you've been, thinking that Linc needs to be protected. You think I don't understand, but I do! What pisses me off is how you still haven't accepted the fact that you're practically his dad now and it's pathetic!"

"...That was oddly personal." Moxxie noted. It hurt, but he never expected such a tirade from Blitzo when it comes to personal feelings.

Blitzo realizes that it was indeed out of character for him. "You know, you're right. I don't know why the fuck I just let my guts spill like that."

Moxxie observes the room around them and freezes up when he saw the green gas. "Sir, they're filling this room with something!" he direly said, raising his legs.

Blitzo hissed at the stench. "Fuck! The hell is this?!"

"I think it's some kind of airborne truth telling serum?" Moxxie correctly guessed, judging from his previous rant. Stuff like that is what most people would only keep deep inside to themselves.

Still, Blitzo couldn't hide how annoyed he was by the know-it-all fashion Moxxie used. "Oh, you just guessed that's what it is."

Proof will be required. "Well, just ask me something I wouldn't normally tell you."

"Okay, uh..." Blitzo asked a question that's been on his mind for a long while now. "Does Millie ever peg you?"

"Sometimes." Moxxie admits with a bashful smile and blush before gagging at the very invasive question. "Wait! Ew! Fuck! Why that?!" He was so glad Lincoln wasn't present to hear it.

Blitzo smugly laughs. "Ha! I knew it. By the way, you see Lincoln as your son?"

"As a matter of fact, at first, I felt it was rude of me take on a paternal role since as stated before, he's not an orphan. But as time passed and we began to get closer, I can't say I don't envy Mr. Loud for having such a bright lad like Lincoln for a son. With recent days, I'm actually beginning to come around to...will you stop it, sir?!" Moxxie flushes.

"Hey, at least you're right about the truth gas, Mox."

Oh, so he wants yo play it like that. "Well, your suit is tacky!" Moxxie instantly regrets it. "Fuck, I'm sorry!"

Blitzo gasps dramatically, aghast by what he just said. "How fucking dare you?! You have shitty taste in music-ah! Sorry!" Even for Blitzo, that was way out of line for him, knowing full well how sensitive Moxxie is about what he enjoys.

"Shit taste?" Moxxie repeats, tears swelling up. "You said you liked that musical I recommended to you."

Blitzo couldn't resist the effects of the truth gas. "I lied! I left halfway through!"

"You-You said you loved it!"

Hearing the awful truth and saying drove them both to tears.

"It was awful, Moxxie! It was about ugly horny cats!" Blitzo and Moxxie sobbed uncontrollably under the sad reality of things. "Oh, god, Moxxie! I've said so many lies to you!"

For One and Two, this was too good of a show. "This is gonna be a good night." Two said, and what show would be complete without popcorn and soda?

If they think this was a sight, they should see how the gas was affecting Lincoln.

---

"Ugh! What the heck?!"

After making his escape from interrogation, Lincoln made his way into the air vents before Agents One and Two could know it. While crawling through the tight space, Lincoln weighed his options and figured he needs to at least escape wherever this place is, find Millie and get the guys out as well. But then, out of nowhere, some weird green gas was released in the vents and he coughs wildly after breathing it in. It wasn't knockout gas, since he was still conscious, and he didn't feel any other side effects, but he should still be on his toes.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

"Got word from One and Two."

Chatter got his attention from outside and listens in as a cadre of agents gather around.

"We are to hunt for a white haired middle schooler who could very well be a demon under the guise of a white-haired middle schooler." A bald agent told them, holding his sword in its sheath until the need arises. "We'll have to put this on top priority in addition to those two intruders that have already terminated many other agents in a gorey uninhibited fashion."

"Seems like a lot for just one kid." a second agent whispers to a third.

"Don't over-analyze this whole deal, new guy." the third whispered. "We hardly get paid enough as it is."

"You guys get paid?"

The lead agent barked at them to zip their lips and focus on the task at hand. "Cut the crap chatter there! You have your assignments, so go do them already! Radio in for any backup should it's need and not for a bathroom break or snack break! Toilets are still clogged like a motherfucker and they've yet to re-fill the snacks in the break-room. You'll have to make due with coffee breaks. But don't have go overboard like in the last company picnic." he and all agents turned to the agent guilty of that and tries evading their gazes.

"When are you guys gonna let that go?!"

"Move out!"

The bald agent stuck behind as the others ran to other areas of the building. "I have prepared for this day." he silently says to himself, speaking with utmost seriousness with a hard grip on the katana's handle. "All my training, all those years of preparing my mind and soul have all led up to this very moment, and nothing shall stand in my way, I am prepared for any-OOF!"

A panel fell down and bonked him on the head.

He gurgles incoherently before fainting to the ground with a loud thud.

Lincoln jumps down from the vents and inspects his handiwork. "Sorry about that. But I really wanna get out of here." Lincoln searches the slumbering agent for any weapons and only found throwing stars and kunais. "Seriously? No guns or anything? I get that this stuff looks cool, but come on. Where's the practicality? God, this place just keeps feeling terrible. I'd definitely feel better if Verosika were here and she was hugging me close her boo-OOP!" he slaps his hands to his mouth before he could finish that sentence, blushing furiously. "Why did I just say that?"

"Guh..." the agent groans.

"I'm gonna take that as you not hearing it. Maybe I'm just tired. Yeah, that's it. Not the good kind of tired after how good it felt when she and her gal pals kissed my face all over-what is going on with me?!"

Questions for later.

Right now, he needs to get out.

From the sound of things, it looks like a rescue is on its way, but he needs to be absolutely sure it's who he sincerely hopes it is. He pokes around to find anything useful that would aid in his aim for a complete escape. A few agents were observing security cameras and that would no doubt help him, but he doesn't want to attract more attention by attacking, so this required some more careful planning.

"Hey, did you get a memo about the new protocols?" One of the observing agents asks.

"Memo? What memo?"

A radio turns on and Lincoln's voice was heard and it sounded like a trucker's tone. "Breaker, breaker. Uh...one of the new temps is swallowing rows of waffles and it looks like a new record."

Both agents gasp.

"It's an alpha-tang-bravo-omega!"

"Really? Don't you mean sigma-beta-tau-delta?"

"I don't keep track of all these damn codes, man! Let's roll! You don't ever want to miss this!"

Surprisingly, that ploy worked and Lincoln knew that radio he took from the agent he knocked out was a good move. "Gotta be a way to an exit on this." Lincoln climbs onto the chair and sees all the video screens, he stops and smiles widely once he sees two familiar people. A fiery female imp and a punk goth girl that was used as a disguise for his favorite company receptionist. "Millie! I knew she'd come for us! And she brought Loona and the grimoire, too! Okay, new plan!" he gets off the chair. "Regroup with them, rescue Moxxie and Blitzo, use book to open a portal back to the office. Short, simple, but first, I need a drink." he pours himself a cup of water from a nearby barrel, he suddenly felt a little parched. "Okay, now I-woah..." Just as he took his next step, Lincoln's footing wavers and he drop the cup. Everything just started to feel woozy, and his head felt light. "What's going-GAH!" That lightness erupted into a throbbing pain that made him grab his head and groan out painfully, dropping to his knees and feeling every part of his body on fire.

"You hear something?"

"Come this way!"

Hearing agents' voices, Lincoln quickly made himself scarce, but couldn't stop the pain in his head. It's like all a part of it just began to shut down...but not his entire mind, something else felt like taking the reigns.

Something...he's felt before.

Before he knew it, his sight began to alter in an odd way. The setting around him dissipated as if it weren't there to begin with and he found that the hard surface his hands were on felt like...grass?

"What is this...?" He was outside.

"Need a hand, lame-o?"

His head shoots upright and gasps softly at the hand reached out to him, and the biggest surprise came when he saw who it belonged to.

"...Ronnie Anne?"

---

Blitzo and Moxxie had no success in getting themselves free from their restraints like Lincoln did and the gas that compels them to say nothing but the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth didn't improve matters. It was even starting to make them sees things that weren't really there, showing that the gas had a form of hallucinogenic effect as well. Blitzo couldn't believe it all went to shit after a job, and why the hell did it seem so easy for only two humans to capture a badass like him.

All he can do was pin the blame on the only other imp in the room.

"Damn it, Moxxie! This is all your fault!" he barked.

"My fault? My fault?!" Moxxies outrageously repeats. "How is this my fault?! No, here's a better question, isn't it funny how with every screw-up or unfortunate circumstance that befalls us, it's always gotta be someone else but you, sir?!"

"And what exactly are you trying to say?!"

"I'm saying is that most good bosses would take responsibility for their own shortcomings and their own mistakes! As you like to remind me, you're the boss! All this is because of a profession you concocted yourself, so maybe think on who's truly to blame!"

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"You apologizing for being an impulsive buffoon for once? Yes, I-" Moxxie stops his tirade once he sees his own illusion. A beautiful mist and an exquisite hall in the evening that looks like something ripped from his musical fantasies. Moxxie's curiosity made him imagine getting up from the chair, free from the ropes and chain, then walks through the mist in astonishment. Just then, a melodious chorus and organ playing fills his ears. "Blitz?" he coughs out. "I-I can't see you. God, this smells awful. What's that music? Is that you? Is this a prank?" Moxxie angrily asks, not appreciating his personal choice of music was one thing, but this was needlessly cruel even for his boss. "Because, I swear to Satan-"

"It is no prank, bitch!"

Blitzo tells him this in a lower tone than how he usually sounds and while dressed in a cape a mask that covers half his face with a glowing eye.

"Hey!" Moxxie's anger turned to confusion. "Why do you sound like that?"

"Because, you, my precious little bitch boy-"

"Stop it, sir!"

"-are tripping balls!"

The pipe organ casts a spotlight at Moxxie as he processes this new information with disbelief, and the whole setting was like a musical. "No, what? How could this be? I've never tried acid, shrooms, or DMT!" He grabs a set of three candles and walks up the long stairs leading to the hallucination of Blitzo. "It's a bad trip! Oy, gevalt! Of course, Blitz, this would be your fault!" he points with an accusatory finger. Blitzo plays a soft tune on the piano, hearing Moxxie out. "My lungs are full of honesty. Won't you promise me that you won't judge?"

"Yes, bitch~!"

"Not trying to divulge too much, but I'm in too deep, so first of all, fuck you!" Moxxie shouts.

"What?!"

All these mishaps, the constant danger not just to himself, but also Millie and Lincoln. All because of ideas stemming from Blitzo and what truly pisses Moxxie off his how callous and vain the boss always is. "This is just typical! Well, two can play at this game of dismay. Because if you're here causing causing frustration, I'm torturing you in your hallucination!"

An astute reasoning and one that's very true.

---

From being tied in an interrogation room, Blitzo now found himself in the middle of a sorrowful desolate wasteland and what confused and irritated him more was that he was clad in his old clown getup from his circus days and the mark on his forehead was now a broken heart. Standing up, Blitzo is blindsided by four soaring sludges that were colored pink, black, red, and brownish red.

A sludge screams at him, drenching him in its mud.

Blitzo sniffs the amount on his hand and even licks until he sees the losing balance and falling to ground as the sludge morphs into how he draws Moxxie in his crudely made doodles.

"I simply follow your orders." The doddle Moxxie said to defend himself. "It isn't my fault if your orders are as nonsensical as a sun tanning bed left out on the cold rainy porch of a fresh April shower."

Okay, that was way too persnickety, even for Moxxie.

"Why are you talking like that?" Blitzo demanded, taking some offense since that vaguely sounded like an insult. "What the fuck does that even mean?"

Doodle Moxxie shifts and morphs between it and how the real life Moxxie looks like.

"I'm simply speaking Satan's plain English. Perhaps you should crack open a dictionary sometime, and then, maybe you can understand half of the frivolous things I carry on and on about on my many rants about..."

His voiced is tuned out by a deafening beep as the other three sludges continued hovering ever so closer to Blitzo who could only back away.

Even from his spot, he can make out what they look like.

But it's not possible.

They shouldn't even be here.

What the hell even is all this, anyway?

One of those deals where he's looking inwards into himself? Where he confronts his longstanding deep-seeded issues that has caused nothing but misery for him and his life, and no matter how much tries, he's always forced to face them. It's as if fate was expecting him to come clean and admit to things he's been denying, but Bltizo was a stubborn bastard. As if he was going to make it easy for the agents and for all those old faces from his past, even if he was covered in mud and had to handle a verbal assault from his own employee.

Insults that...were hard to argue with.

There was in fact, many truths to them.

Hell, the only reason any of this is happening is because of one slip up on the job.

A job that came from an idea.

An idea that Blitzo started all on his-

Wait, no!

"Shut up!"

---

It just wasn't possible.

There's no way.

Yet, there she was.

Ronalda Anne Santiago.

One his best friends.

A girl Lincoln Loud cares for in ways that transcend a simple friendship...though, he would deny it.

"What's up, Linc? You gonna lay there all day?" Ronnie Anne chuckles, still holding out her hand. Staring agape, Lincoln numbly reaches out and she helps him stand up, and he quickly grabs her by the shoulders.

"R-Ronnie Anne! Y-You're here!" Lincoln couldn't believe it, but there she was, standing right in front of him. Did the the agents capture her too?! How did she even know he was there?! "I don't believe it..."

"Whoa, cool down, alright?" Ronnie Anne smiles. "I get that you miss me being in Royal Woods after I moved with Bobby and our mom, but come on, Great Lakes is only three hours away. You don't see me freaking out when you visit."

"Wait, what?" The heck was she talking about? They weren't in...hang on. He now sees that they were standing on a sidewalk outside where it was morning instead of the nighttime. The houses that surrounded them, he recognized, this very street was well known by him. This was Franklin Avenue. He grew up on this very lane, in the town where he lives. It really was Royal Woods. "I'm-I'm home?!"

"Duh!" Ronnie Anne answers obviously. "I gotta say, Lincoln. Ever since you came back, you've been way weirder than usual. What, did you think you were still missing?"

"No...but...what?"

Sighing with a smile, Ronnie Anne holds out her arms. "Okay, come here."

"Um, excuse me?"

"Jeez, do I have to everything?" she wraps him up in a warm hug.

"...You're hugging me." Lincoln says after a stunned silence.

"Always pointing out the obvious, huh, punk?" Ronnie Anne laughs.

"It's just...you rarely give me hugs...especially in public."

"Trust me, it looks like you need it and besides, do you not want me to hug you?"

Wow, that was a a question Lincoln never thought he'd hear from Ronnie Anne of all people, but admittedly, this felt very nice. He gradually returns the hug with a smile and light blush on his face. "Actually, I don't really mind." he then remembers something very important. "But wait, I shouldn't even be here, I need to get out of...um...where was I again?"

He felt like he had something to do.

Something very important.

But what was it?

Did he just forget?

"I'll tell you where you need to be. At your house."

Lincoln freezes.

"My house?"

"Come on, they're waiting for you."

Ronnie Anne takes Lincoln by his hand and walk pass the houses and passing people until they made it to a destination where Lincoln hasn't taken a step in for a very long time that he wondered if he'd ever see it again. But there it was. The Loud House. There was Vanzilla parked in its broken down glory and like all the time, there were frizbees and other items stuck on the roof. Lincoln gulps tersely as he stares in shock, wondering if he were re-living one of his dreams, but for all intents and purposes, it all seemed so real it was unbelievable. "This is my house..." he breathes.

"Sorry to cut and run here, but I gotta meet up with my brother. Catch ya later, Linc!"

She skateboards away and he barely waves.

He didn't know why he just stood there.

This was his home for God's sake.

Yet, it still felt so surreal, being back here.

He took slow cautious steps, walking up to the porch. He turned the knob once and opens the door to peer inside, the living room was exactly as he left it and barking got his attention.

Looking down, he sees the Loud family's pet dog who was panting happily with his tongue out. "Charles? Charles!" Lincoln kneels and scratches the canine happily. "Aw, I've missed you so much, boy" Then came in the cat, hamster, and canary. "Cliff, Geo, Walt! You're all here!"

"I hear hungry cries of happiness!"

Softly gasping, Lincoln looks to the kitchen entrance and there walks in Lynn Loud, Sr mixing food batter.

Chef.

Husband.

To Lincoln, his father.

"Dad..."

Lynn Sr. smiles at his only son. "Hey there, kiddo. You're just in time to try out a new dish I'm gonna use for the restaurant. A little preview before lunch, so-oof!" the father of eleven was taken back when Lincoln swiftly hugs him.

"Dad! I can't believe it!" Lincoln joyfully says.

"Heh, come on, son. I get you kids love my cooking, but it's not that big a deal."

"I'm back!" Now came Rita Loud, the family matriarch.

"Mom!"

Rita nearly fell over from the force of Lincoln's hug. "Whoa! Why can't I get welcomes homes regularly?" she playfully chides. "Someone's in a good mood."

"It's just..." Lincoln fought back tears. "...I'm so happy to see you both!"

"Oh, we're happy to see you, too, sweetie. But you we're not your only family, right?"

"Which reminds me." Lynn Sr. whistles. "Girls! Time for lunch!"

Familiar thundering footsteps were heard and for once, Lincoln was glad to hear the ten-headed beast awaken. He never thought he'd actually meet the loud clamoring of his beloved sisters. Like every day in the Loud house, they ran down the stairs like a stampede, all doing their usual antics and activities that signified their core personalities and quirks.

"Honestly, you guys. Who took my portable phone charger? That's one of the things I don't need to worry about in Fairway." Lori complained.

Leni went green. "Like, totes ew! Who'd want to pee on a charger?! Except maybe Lana."

"Not that kind of portable, dude." Luna nudged. "Maybe you left it back at the dorms, Lori. And say, think you can hook me and my mates up with a gig at your school? The Moon Goats are jonesin' for a college gig!"

"Toots here needs a visit there, too." Mr. Cocoanuts gestures to Luan, his puppeteer. "She's got an important photo assignment for school."

"It's for an important photography college." Luan quips through her chuckles. "Get it?"

"Heads up, little bro!" Lincoln expertly catches one of Lynn's soccer balls and she take sit back with a smirk. "Wicked reflexes, Lincoln. Good to know you worked on some moves while you were away."

"I find it more important that he came back period." Lincoln screams as Lucy appears beside him without making a sound. "You've been dearly missed, big brother."

The twins, Lana and Lola, hugged him at once. "I missed him more!" the little tomboy declares.

Her princess twin shouts back. "Nuh-uh! I did!"

"Would you monozygotic sapiens keep it down? A lunch can't be enjoyed through your childish prattle." Lisa complained.

"Lnkn..." Lily waddles to her big brother to give him a hug of her own. "Lnkn! Linkn!"

"Come on, kids!" Lynn Sr. screams. "Lunch won't eat itself!"

Everyone took their seats at the family table and Lincoln couldn't wait to dig in to his dad's tasty food. "Oh, I have missed this!"

For some reason, Lynn Sr. stops him. "Now slow your roll, son. The family's not all together just yet."

"Huh?" Lincoln didn't know what he meant by that. Unless Pop-Pop, Myrtle, and Aunt Ruth were coming by, he couldn't think of others besides-wait. Why were there four extra chairs?

A crash was heard outside and the Loud pack ran to the front and Lynn Sr. cries out once he sees Vanzilla even more wrecked after it got crashed into by...the I.M.P van? "Damn it, sir! I told you to mind the stop signs!" Before Lincoln's eyes, the imps and hellhound of the company got out, all in their natural demon forms. Moxxie was mouthing off to Blitzo.

"My baby!" Lynn Sr. lamented. "Blitz, you could've at least avoided the van!"

"Oh, don't bitch and moan over the old heap, Lynn, old buddy." Blitzo wraps an arm around the grieving man. "I keep telling ya. Keep it in the garage or worst case scenario, I destroy it with a fucking rocket launcher."

Lincoln blinks multiple times. "Blitz? Moxxie? Millie? Loona?"

"Hey!" Millie hops over and smothers him with affection. "There's my little man!"

Rita clears her throat. "You mean our little man, Millie."

"Oh, potato, potahto, Rita."

Moxxie was more comforting to Lynn Sr. "Lynn, I am so terribly sorry about the van. If you want, I could help bring it to the repair. I'll even pay for it."

"It's-It's fine, Moxxie." Lynn Sr. rubs his temple. "She's been through worse. And you're all just in time for family dinner!"

Lincoln slowly turns his head. "...What?"

"And Lincoln, I do hope you'll complete your schoolwork after eating." Moxxie advises. "But don't worry, I'll help tutor like always."

"I-you-all here-what?"

Lori glares as she sees Loona holding something. "Wait! That's literally my charger So, you took it!"

"Forgot mine in Hell." the hellhound shrugs nonchalantly. "You should literally keep better care of your stuff." she sardonically fires back, using Lori's own catchphrase against her.

"Simmer down, children! It's time for some eats!" Blitzo rubs his hands.

Lincoln blinks multiple times as he fully registers the unbelievable sight. "...What the fuck?!"

---

Can Blitzo really judge Moxxie for his grievances?

Moxxie's no fool.

He knows how much his boss favors his company, along with all the other people willing to put up with his special brand of bullshit.

So, why must the tall imp constantly jeer at him for every misstep?

Why make it seem like he'd be better off without him?

Why doesn't Blitzo see how his actions hurt those around him?

"Why do you hurt me so?" Moxxie questions desperately.

"I know..."

"Why must you push your friends away?"

"...I push my friends away."

They were in perfect harmony.

The worst part of it is that Blitzo is largely unapologetic about all of it. It's like he doesn't want anyone to get close, despite the obvious reality that he wishes for them to acknowledge him as both a great boss and a good friend. That would be nice if maybe he actively says positive things about Moxxie and not treat him like a whipping boy who's only there to suffer all the insults. It's like Blitzo doesn't even realizes that his shitty attitude will inevitably push Moxxie and everyone past their breaking point and decide that they've had enough.

Moxxie kept running up the stairs, almost slipping on a step. "Why does it seem like a recurring theme that you must alienate with your toxic routine?" Moxxie confronted.

No more hiding behind jeers and belittlement. Either Blitzo finally faces this head-on, or he might as well finding himself understaffed in the near future, it all hinges on how he acts.

"I don't know! Eventually, everyone goes!"

That was the best defense Blitzo could use.

But was it really enough?

He'd like to think so. After all, that's been the story of his shithole of a life. All the people he's let into his heart, the kind that he once cherished, all ended up not wanting to deal with him anymore and in the end, he's all by his lonesome. Was there something wrong with him? Did he not want the emptiness and hollow feeling inside him to be cleared up by anybody?

Is there no hope for him?

Just what is it that causes such endless torment?

Moxxie pointed out how it's all Blitzo's own damn fault."

"'Cause you're thoughtless, and cruel, and you'll end up alone!"

That hallucination of Blitzo did what the real deal would do and is shook up by hearing that.

Blitzo's greatest fears...

---

In Blitzo's own hallucination, the flying mud above him got more and more down as Doodle Moxxie continues to criticize Blitzo's own shortcomings as not just the head of a company, but as a person overall. "Admit it, my dear boss, you don't know what you're doing half the time, and you depend on me, the misses, and our own child no less to manage your foolish flights of fancy." the doodle accuses.

Blitzo struggles to make a comeback, those words were hitting way, way deep, but didn't want to admit to what he already knew was true.

"I don't need you!" he objected to the doodle. "I can do this shit on my own so easily!" he confidently declares.

But there lies the problem.

A sludge tentacle coils onto his throat and flings him harshly to the ground.

Blitzo gazes up to see the brown sludge morph into the form of Striker, the cowboy imp assassin that nearly did Stolas in at the harvest moon festival. Blitzo hadn't forgotten how before all that shit happened, he found a form of kinship with Striker. A fellow imp who had the balls to not let his social standing in Hell determine his own worth, and unlike Blitzo, was comfortable enough to do things solo. Blitzo envied him for that, for Striker never had to worry about what others thought of him, too bad he turned out be such a prick. "But you don't want to do things alone, Blitzo!" he spoke in his accent, but it was Blitzo's own voice that was coming from the mouth as the cowboy looked like he was some old west movie.

The black sludge decided to have its turn and it became Fizzarolli.

Not the discount wound up robot toy version.

The real famous clown and at one point, an important person in Blitzo's life.

Before it all went to crap.

"You tried the solo act! It didn't work out so well!" His cruel mocking laughter were as haunting as his appearance in an old-school style black and white cartoon and also adorned a broken heart mark.

If Fizz could make it on his own, why couldn't Blitzo? But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it right by being all by himself. It scorned him of how pathetic it was that he actually needed help with his endeavors. Did he truly not have it in him to be self-sufficient? How can he prove that he is when he needs constant attention and love from everybody in his life.

Blitzo was thrown back down and saw the pink sludge become none other than Verosika Mayday.

His old love.

The one that he let go away.

She crawls towards Blitzo covered in mud and had her mascara running with tear stains. Like with the other two, she also spoke with Blitzo's voice. "Yet, you still shove away anyone who gets too close until they resent you for being a selfish shitty shit fuck!" Blitzo couldn't escape when she forcefully grabs his head so he could see her heartbroken face, and even her own heart mark was in pieces.

He had a sexy as Hell babe like her and it wasn't all about the passion.

There was some true love, but that only reminded him how empty he felt inside and it pissed him off to no ends.

The end result, ruining his once chance at happiness, leaving perhaps one of the only people who ever truly cared about him with nothing but resentment.

Blitzo couldn't deal with this any more, he needed a way out.

His own mind answered this by presenting a staircase that runs to after breaking away. It was covered in black goop, but beautiful feathers fell upon it, cleaning it up and he slips on the steps. Looking upwards, he sees Stolas sat on a regal throne, fanned by silhouettes that ominously resembled Blitzo, the prince seemed like he was waiting for the imp and his own voice is heard.

"Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy~?"

Stolas.

When all things seemed lost, he met Stolas.

He only slept with him in the first place for the grimoire to use for his own means.

But then, the owl demon just kept coming back for some more.

He didn't even mind lending an crucial item like the book.

It's so weird, but it entices Blitzo so much.

The way the Goetia acted and to a freaking imp. He gave Blitzo the chance to make a name for himself and be more than just any other imp born to low standards just for being born imps.

He owes the owl demon more than he realizes.

More than that. For the first time in so many years, Blitzo felt something special, something that could very well be more than just a transactional arrangement where pleasure is exchanged for more lucrative business. It's through this bond, that he went from a down on his luck circus clown to who he is now, gone was his old outfit and now he was clad in his suit for killing targets. But once the golden feathers touched him, they became golden shackles on his wrists, ankles, and neck. All connected to a chain that was held by Stolas.

This serves as a grim reminder as what Blitzo believes to be the truth.

At the end of the day, Stolas was still a Goetia and Blitzo, just an imp.

As if it could ever amount to anything beyond being fuck buddies.

It's just as Striker said. A high-class demon like Stolas just wants the thrill and pleasure that comes with what they have, Blitzo came to that conclusion a long time ago and he has no reason to see it differently. If Stolas really did feel something for Blitzo, he'd said by now but no, it was the same old shit of booty calls and nothing else, but Blitzo still needs him, but feels trapped because, should he dare to distance himself from the prince, that's it for I.M.P. The company he worked to get off the ground would be over and he'd be a failure.

It was an impossible situation with no way out.

Maybe it's for the best.

Why risk things eventually crashing and burning just like before?

All this was easily deduced by Doodle Moxxie. "I believe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you simply cannot fathom proper intimacy. But, also crave it as well. It's rather unfortunate, sir. Considering if often how you treat those around you. Such as myself and young Lincoln." Blitzo turns back and sees an orange sludge appear and this time, it appeared as Lincoln with his back turned. "The poor boy never asked to be in his current state of being. His soul, tied to Hell, and having to work under your employ. I can say from personal experience, that is no life for any child. Especially a bright lad such as he. What's worse is that all he wants is to go back home, to his real family. But of course, you haven't even once tried to help him achieve that goal, and why would you? After all, that would mean him leaving and despite your insistence to the contrary, you've come to appreciate his presence just like the rest of us. Your own selfishness wants him to stay, good for you, but terrible for him. But that's the norm, with you, isn't it? What's even more tragic is that of all people, you'd understand his plight." Blitzo tries reaching out Lincoln, but he doesn't face him and the tall imp is pulled up by the imaginary Stolas who cups his chin. Doodle Moxxie then becomes dressed in a princess outfit while the others disappear. "Are you worried that we all may have enough of it one day as well?

Enough!

Blitzo didn't want to hear any more of this!

"Stop fucking talking! All of you!"

Soon, the entire wasteland begins to fade away along with the imaginary Moxxie and Stolas into a swirling vortex of feathers that forms around Blitzo, and he hears the taunting voices of all those he's seen in his mind.

"You're gonna die alone, Blitzo..."

That damn sentence is all he hears once more feathers consume him, keeping him trapped as he yells out in anguished pain.

Poor, poor, Blitzo.

A victim of his own hubris.

---

If Moxxie had been as outspoken as he was in his own fantasy, would that improve things between him and Blitzo?

Perhaps, but the soft-spoken sensitive soul that he is doesn't allow that, due to the fear that it would get him fired, and for better or worse, Moxxie does love working at I.M.P.

He gets to show off skills that once got him ridicule from other Wrath imps, and amass a body count alongside his beloved wife. Seeing her display her own skills as an assassin was also a huge bonus for him, and vice versa. It was also through I.M.P, he got meet Lincoln and finds himself forming a family he's only ever seen in his slumbering dreams, and in a weird way, he has Blitzo to thank for that.

If only he'd be more honest about it.

"Why, Moxxie, why have you held your true feelings inside?"

Moxxie finally made it to the top of the stairs and places the candles on a dining table. "I am scared of rejection!"

Being an assassin, husband,...and a father are all that's important to Moxxie. It's his own low self esteem that makes him wonder if he's ever good enough to be all three, and if he can't hack it there, then what chance does he have as a good friend to his boss?

"Why, Moxxie, why, do you have Millie put it in your butt?"

"It gives me an erectio-Hey!" Moxxie shouts indignantly.

"No need to hide, we accept your true feelings, so promise me-"

"That I can do..."

Both joined together. "To be true..."

"...The world is tour anus so peg it with honesty!" Imaginary Blitzo tells him.

"Uh..."

Can he at least stop referring to what goes on in Moxxie and Millie's bed sheets.

"I've been a jackass, it's true." Blitzo concedes.

Moxxie attests to that statement. "You've been a jackass, it's true."

"But as soon as we're back as ourselves..."

Both resolved to do things a lot differently. "...I will be a better friend than I was before."

Moxxie accompanies him in playing the pipe organ. "Be better at speaking my mind~." No more running away from the truth, Moxxie was a damn good killer, husband, and of course, a father. "And..."

They smile at each other. "Together, we can begin to become fine..."

First things first, they'll have to get out of D.H.O.R.K.S headquarters, but at least now, they can focus on that rather than play the blame game and the truth telling gas was starting to wear off.

But, there's also the matter of the other person affected.

---

It seemed like Lincoln had finally gotten his wish.

To be back at Royal Woods, reunite with the friends and family he's missed so terribly and for things to be back as they were before his life went quite literally to Hell and it'd be the same usual Loud House misadventures. Only thing different was that all his coworkers from I.M.P seem to now be partaking in family eats, and it looks as if it were a usual thing. "Lincoln, honey. Eat up. Your foo's gettin called." Millie told him.

"...Um, sure."

"Everything good, Linc?" Loona asked. "You look like Luan when she finds crack marks on her creepy as fuck puppet."

"Hey, where's the love for old dummies, doll?" Mr. Cocoanuts complained.

"It's nothing. It's just...what's going on here?"

He can't be the only one terribly confused.

Since when did his family meet I.M.P?

And since when was it okay to walkabout without disguises?

And where did they get the extra chairs?!

"Family lunch, baby bro." Luna simply answers, like it was common knowledge. "It's a brand new thing we got started after you introduced us to the new fam members. Took a little getting used to, but it's been going good."

Blitzo raises a glass. "Hear, hear! It was so nice of you folks to open your home to us and to let us eat your food without threatening to call the fuzz or the government! Hats off you to the sperm and egg factory that gave birth to eleven fucking kids!"

"Blitz, remember what we talked about using that sort of language at the table." Rita chided. "Also, please tell me you remembered to wash off all the blood on your fingers before eating."

"You let that one eat like a wild animal." Blitzo jerks a thumb at Lana.

Everyone acted so causally with one another.

None of his parents or sisters batted an eye at the fact that demons were in their house. It was so freaking weird, but at the same time, a part of actually didn't mind it, like it was preferable. He felt like he should just roll with it, but rationality reminded him that he still had something important to do, a task that needs his attention, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what that was. He's not one to just forget important things, so why did he do so now? All these burning questions made his entire mind feel like it was spiraling out of control.

He feels his phone vibrating and sees that it was his old Earth-made one. "You guys?" It was his entire friend group calling him through a video, all prepared to go on some trip.

"Hey, buddy!" Clyde, who is like a brother to Lincoln, greets. "Hope you haven't forgotten to take us to meet your teacher."

"What are you talking about?"

A painful scream is heard in his other pocket, which came from his Hell Phone. "Octavia?"

Now, it was the Goetia princess hailing him from her phone. "Hey, Linc. I got everything ready for you and your friends. I just need to remind dad that most of the stuff he's prepared are so last century."

"But, Via, dear. I'm sure the dear boy and his little friends will find things...er, retro. Yes, I believe that's the term." Stolas contradicts, trying to use cooler vocabulary.

"Ugh, come on, dad."

...

"Uh...I'll have to call you back." Hanging up, Lincoln walks away from the table, as if waiting for his head to explode from all this. "Listen, I'm not that hungry and I just remembered that I gotta go do a thing...just don't know what it is...bye!" he makes a dash for upstairs and takes a step back to see his Pop-Pop and Myrtle take a photo with Joe and Lin, Millie's parents.

Not to mention photos of the rest of Millie's kin.

"More for me!" Lynn takes the food for herself.

Lincoln didn't waste any time to shut the door to his room closed. He walks over to the bed and sits at his side, completely missing the sleeping form that was covered by the sheets. He wipes sweat off his forehead, asking for anything that can make sense of what's going on and why he can't remember the very important thing that requires him to wake up and act. "Aw, did someone have a wild day?" a silky smooth flirtatious voice asks, putting her hands on Lincoln's shoulders.

"Heh, you have no idea." Lincoln humorlessly chuckles. "I can't figure what's going on. I can't even tell if I'm going insane."

"Poor baby~." she giggles. "Want me to make it feel all better?"

Yeah.

That'd be nice.

"Sure. I'd really love that, V-V-Verosika?!" Lincoln shoots up from his sitting spot after feeling two familiar soft pillowy mounds that belonged to the strikingly sexy Verosika Mayday who laid out on the bed, dressed in a very revealing nightgown that showed off her exquisite curves, thighs, hips, and all that sexiness. "What the-?! What are you doing in my room?! In my house?!" Lincoln exclaims in shock, blushing up a storm.

This took an unexpected turn, though not one unwelcoming to Lincoln.

Wait, no focus, kid.

Innocent thoughts, remember?

Verosika laughs. "Don't you mean our room?"

Clapping her hands once, she turns the light on and shows that this was not the small cramped space Lincoln once called his bedroom. It was a purple-lit room with lava lamps, expensive looking video game systems, a big-screen television and bean bags. The bed was king-sized and Verosika laid there, expecting Lincoln to come join her and poses for him. "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" Lincoln's eyes bugged out in surprise.

"You kept me waiting, Linky, dear. What's a girl gotta do to get a hello kiss?" Verosika got on all fours and puckers her lips.

"u-Uh, s-sorry, I just...I need a moment to think..." He was half tempted, but Lincoln was freaking out a whole lot. Two hands suddenly shield his eyes and a bubbly voice was heard.

"Guess who~?"

Lincoln looks back and saw the Succubi, couple, Apple and Coco. "Hey, bunny boy. Miss us?" Coco smirks with a sway of her hips.

"'Cause we missed you, Linky." She and her girlfriend got down and hugged Lincoln at both sides to nuzzle their cheeks against his. It was a nice feeling...but Lincoln didn't fall prey to whatever the hell was going on. "How about some fun?"

"Coco, Apple! You're here, too?!" he slips past them. "Okay, this is getting weirder by the second, even by standards I'm used to by now."

A hand grabs his shoulder and he's pulled onto the lap of Kiki on a beanbag. "Is that such a bad thing?" she asked with a lick of her lips. "We're here, isn't that good enough?"

Lincoln nervously laughs. "I mean, I'm not complaining..."

Milky jumps to join them on the bag to put his arm between her breasts to further entice him. "Then enjoy the moment, baby boy. You got your everything you ever wanted?"

"I-I do?"

"That's right." Verosika struts up to him and bends forward to cup his chin with her finger. "You're finally back home, right? You're with your whole family. Things you love about Hell and Earth?"

"Really...?"

In the beginning, all he thought about was getting back to his life on Earth as soon as possible.

But the more he got used to living in Hell, the more he started to realize it's not that bad a place even though it was the realm of the damned. He hasn't forgotten the constant dangers, but in certain occasions, he's found himself having fun. Meeting exciting and new demons, making friends with them, learning things he's only dreamed of, and finding others he was proud to call his family.

Hell's given him so much and he's experienced so much, it's actually hard to imagine his life without it.

But still, he wasn't like the demons, he's a still-alive human with a family to go back to one day.

He can't just have one life over the other.

...Then why not have the best of both worlds?

"Wait, no." Lincoln stands up, feeling more headaches. "This isn't right. I never asked for this. Never wanted this. It hasn't always been fun. I know that!" He can't forget all the times he's nearly lost his life. All the risks he's took, choices he's had to make, and the lingering trauma of it all. What can a kid like him who's learned only a handful of spells hope to do with growing threats to him and those he cherishes. "It hasn't always been easy!" he turns back to them, but gasps when he they disappeared. In fact, the whole room was now empty. He shivers after feeling a cold breeze that came from the door that was creaked open, and against his better judgment, he opens and is presented with an endless black void. The door closes and it disappears into nothingness, leaving Lincoln to wander across the land, seeing no houses or other people for miles, a feeling of dread swelling up.

"Lincoln...Lincoln...Lincoln..."

"Who's there?!" Lincoln heard the whispering of his name. "What is this?!"

He screams in fright when a hand sprouts from the ground, and he sees the form of Martha, the gunshot-wielding Satanist cannibal emerge with only her one eye. A head rolls by, the head belonging to Robo Fizz with the face melted off. A sea wave comes to unveil the giant fish monster from the spring break job, and the ravenous beasts from the forest.

"This is what you hate, ain't it, sugar?" Imaginary Martha cackles madly.

Robo Fizz's body picks it up and reattaches it. "Can't take a joke, kiddo?"

Lincoln searches for an exit strategy, but they were all crowding around him and he felt the same fear and helplessness as before. A single gunshot rang his ears and all looked to see the malicious Striker ride in on Bombproof, aiming straight for Lincoln. "Guess I was wrong about ya, boy. Looks like in the end, you'll be stepped on after all and there ain't nobody to save ya! You can't even save those you love. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell your fam you said hello."

"It's only fitting..." That voice. No, anyone but him. "...I had as much right to continue living." There he was. Stillman. The sick son of a bitch that sacrificed so many for his continued life, the same bastard who's responsible for Lincoln's curse. Striker pulls the trigger at the shivering white haired boy hugging his knees, but the bullet stops in mid-air and Lincoln speaks quietly. His eyes were covered by his bangs.

"...Everything that's happened to me...it's all your fault..." That was said mainly to Stillman. "On that day, i wanted to do more than just drop a clock on you. I wanted you to feel the pain that I felt...that I've been feeling...!" Looking up, he reveals his eyes glowing again. The bullet disintegrates and storm clouds form in the sky, flashing red lightning. These figures that have caused Lincoln so much strife, they wish to do so again, but no. Never. Lincoln won't allow them. Black stone spikes puncture Martha through her chest and she becomes an empty husk.

Robo Fizz's robotic body is surrounded by a red aura and melts into a puddle.

The water underneath the fish monster swirls into a vortex that rips and tears it apart into itty bitty little pieces.

The shadows of the beasts were manipulated and risen to merge into a combined form that engorges all of them and it fades away at Lincoln's command.

With a stoic expression, devoid of all emotion, Lincoln arose and faces this hallucination of Stillman who isn't concerned by what had occurred.

"What is that you want?"

"...Survive."

"For what?"

"For my family. My whole family, I don't want anyone to hurt them. Whatever happens to me, that's one thing, but the people I love..." his fists clench tightly as fire is set on Stillman's feat and it spreads until he burns away, same with Striker. "...I won't let anything happen to them..." The dark mass on the ground begins to cover Lincoln until his entire body was consumed. "...No matter what it takes...everything that threatens me ore them...I want them all to disappear...and there's only one way..." he said in a trance-like state, his face now being covered by the mass.

Only one way...

...that is to let it all out...

---

Usually, Millie would take great satisfaction in all the sorry motherfuckers that she sliced and diced with her axe. Each one she killed with Loona meant another step closer to finding her loved ones and ending this terrible night. But it was taking way too long for her, none of the agents would fess up to where the boys were being kept and that proved to be their last mistakes. She wanted her family back together right now and that mattered her to more than even an endless supply of victims to take her rage out on, she and the hellhound tried one of the rooms sealed off by a code.

Looking closer, they saw the number one key being scratched out from being overused, signifying that the password was just a lot of ones.

Man, there is no limit to how lame these D.H.O.R.K.S agents are, is there?

"Try one." Millie instructs Loona.

Predictably, that worked and the doors are opened.

They were getting closer, they gad a feeling.

But it wasn't just them. "The fuck?" Loona gazes to her back to see something glowing from inside the back. They stopped for a moment and when Loona peeked inside, she saw it was the grimoire. She opens its pages to see the words blink repeatedly, like it was reacting to something and when Loona's picked up an all too familiar scent, she had an idea on how it was. "I think the book's picking up on Lincoln!"

"Really?!" She better not be pulling Millie's leg. "How can you be sure?"

"I honestly have no freaking clue, but I am smelling his scent. He's gotta be nearby, come!"

With renewed vigor, they ran quickly until finding a squad of agents, and they were observing the unconscious form of Lincoln Loud.

"One of the rookies said they found him like this."

"What exactly is the protocol here?"

"Don't tell me you skipped out on beginners' orientation."

"Lincoln!" Millie and Loona shout, gaining Her eyes narrowing with a feral growl, Millie pounces with her axe and the agents raise their weapons to meet her attack, but at that very second, Lincoln's eyes shoot open and the sclera becomes pitch black and his irises glow red. A distracted agent was trained for anything, but he was never trained for a scenario where a kid kicks him right in the groin. Lincoln swipes his feet underneath all the others' legs that was strong enough to trip them over, causing them to drop their weapons. Millie was unrestrained with the easy killings of all the agents and when she was done, she dropped everything and enveloped Lincoln in a big hug, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, Lincoln, sweetie! The nightmare's over now! Momma's here!" Millie wept with relief, she licks her thumb and rubs it on his face. "Oh, I am never letting you out of my sights again, you hear me, young man?"

Loona caught up and gives Lincoln her own hug. "Little dude, I'm so glad you were okay!" To hell with her apathy, she just wanted to hold him. "Did they hurt you?"

"...They tried...but, they failed..."

Okay, that was unsettling.

The women can now see how Lincoln's eyes changed and what truly startled was how his voice was a mix of his own and a deeper growl-like tone, almost animal-like.

"Lincoln...?" Millie inquired in concern.

"Hold it right there!" An agent ran in and radioed for backup. "All agents converge on my location! I found the intruders and the escapee!"

A trivial matter.

One Lincoln will take care of.

By simply waving his hand, Lincoln levitates the grimoire and forces the pages to open. The pages turn in a rapid fashion and somehow, his eyes managed to keep track of it, until reaching the end. The spell book closes and he floats up, startling Millie and Loona. The lights flicker on and off, and each time, Lincoln appeared to have move in the blink of an eye.

He snaps his fingers and before the agent knew it, the entire room suddenly twisted and turned and he floats in-between. "Aah! Oh, shit! Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here! Ah, I shit my fucking pants!" he screams like a little bitch when he saws the wall grown a mouth and fangs, and he is promptly eaten then spit out like a bad lunch. The agent drags across the floor until stopping underneath Lincoln. "W-What the shit was that?! I-I was fucking eaten! I-I didn't sign for shit like this!"

"But, you did. Pay the price now." Lincoln's glare hardened.

"What are you going to do?"

"Destroy. Destroy everything! It's what you deserve! For hurting me and them!" Lincoln gestures towards Millie and Loona who didn't know what else to do beside stand frozen. "To put it simple for you, bitch! You will pay!"

"There they are!"

Backup agents finally arrived.

"Fools."

With waves of his hand, Lincoln made all the swords become metal constrictor snakes to bind most of them, then makes the floor intangible to make the agents sink until they were stuck up to their top halves and he made the ground solid again. "Uh, is there a protocol for this?"

Beams shot from Lincoln's hands that struck the agents' heads, leaving them dazed and mumbling messes."They shall sleep until the next day. Deserve much worse, but are not important."

Millie and Loona shared a worried glance and the hellhound speaks up. "Uh, Linc? You okay there, bro?"

Lincoln looks back evenly. "Never felt better. Kill them if you wish, but I know where Moxxie and Blitzo are. They need our help."

---

Agents One and Two were having a blast watching their demon captives crumble under the influence of the truth bomb gas. They ate and drank popcorn and soda as Blitzo and Moxxie zoned out, drooling from the mouths. Still, as entertaining as watching them face their very deep-seeded issues was, it wasn't exactly the proof they needed to support their case to their superiors, but they knew that once the realization that they were never getting out sets in, they'll be more compliant.

The gas finally wore off and the imps were rousing awake from their hallucinations.

A very uncomfortable and somber silence is invoked between Blitzo and Moxxie.

Confronting their insecurities and fears was certainly...something and they didn't know what else to say to each other. What else could there be said after being trapped in their own minds?

Moxxie was the first to speak up.

"Do you remember what you said to me after my first day with the company?"

"Not really." Blitzo replies, not getting why he brought that up.

"I remember. You told me I did a good job and that you were proud to work with me." Moxxie could never forget one of the few good things Blitzo ever said to him. Growing up as a gun lover in Wrath, Moxxie never got praise from other demons, besides his wife. Blitzo's words meant a lot to him, even if it was just a compliment. "I feel like you wanted to say something more judgmental, but you said that, because I needed it and it helped."

Blitzo sighs tiredly and speaks with a soft tone. "Look, I'm hard on you, because I know what you're capable of, Mox." If had more confidence in himself, Moxxie could be just as ballsy as Blitzo, if not more so, but it just annoyed Blitzo that Moxxie kept holding himself back, much like he does. "You care too much about what everyone thinks, except for me, because you know, my opinion is correct." Okay, tone down on the smug level there. "But, just keep doing a good job, 'kay? You shoot and kill good. You escape things easy. You can be strategic and cold-blooded when you need have the makings of being a great dad, and don't expect anymore compliments. I'm maxed out." he could just throw up right now.

He said quite enough and Moxxie was grateful for that. "Thank you sir." he said, smiling.

To hell with the formalities.

"You know my name. Use it."

"Thanks, Blitz." They heard sounds coming from the ceiling and there dropped Millie who landed gracefully and smiles to see her boss and the love of her life. Those very two were equally relieved to see her. "There's my Millie!" Moxxie celebrated.

"Impressive work, Mills!" Blitzo congratulated as she worked to free them both. Moxxie and Millie enjoyed their reunion, she wipes away a happy tear and they presses their foreheads together. "How'd you get here all by yourself? By the way, where's Lincoln?" he waited for an answer and hug, but it never came and then, the mirror is smashed when Loona used Agent Two's head as a battering ram. "Looney?!" Blitzo screamed in distressed.

His baby girl came up top?!

Had to face danger?!

Without his supervision?!

Loona reminded him that there wasn't time for him going into overprotective dad mode. "Get your asses out here before more fuckers show up!"

Agent One tried to nab her, until he is levitated up by the still floating Lincoln. "You shouldn't have messed with my family..." he then levitates Two to throw her at One. He and Loona go to rejoin their compatriots, with the hellhound jumping over and ditching her disguise for her true form.

Blitzo and Moxxie stared at Lincoln's new development, not expecting this. "Lincoln?" Moxxie questioned. "How are you doing that?"

Instead of answering, Lincoln smiles and proceeds to hug Moxxie. "You're both alive. I'm glad." He then hugs Blitzo.

"Uh..." Blitzo awkwardly pats Lincoln's back. "Cool, but that didn't really answer the question."

"Questions can come later. We're about to have fun."

Loona drops the weapons bag. Blitzo and Moxxie shared wild grins as they arm themselves with the signature flintlock pistol, and two submachine guns just as One presses the alarm button.

More agents arrived through the ceiling and the doors, surrounding the team, outnumbering them. I.M.P were similarly prepared to get down to business. "Okay, I've had one too many emotions for today!" Moxxie concernedly looks at Blitzo. "Guys, let's fuck these fuckers up!" Blitzo jovially proclaims, earning an eager nod from Moxxie.

Oh, yeah.

Cue the baddass fight scene.

An agent threw the scythed end of his chain weapon, which Loona caught with her mouth. With a savage shout, she pulls the chain to fling the wielder into his fellow agents, Loona dodges several pear swipes, then stabs the sickle into that agent's neck, she runs across the room to wrap the chain around various agents and with one forceful move, decapitates them all.

Millie still had a lot of pent up anger at these agents for all the trouble they've caused for her and her family and still had enough energy to make more corpses. She completely sliced one assailant in half with her trusty axe, and used the speed that came with her small size to move quickly for fast-paced limb severing and used her weapon to block shurikens thrown at her both on the ground and in the air. These sorry fucks dug their own graves when they took her hubby, baby boy, and boss captive and now was their time to lie in them. She swung wildly and expertly to deflect their weapons and continues to litter the ground with body parts. Shit, was she enjoying herself and her experiencing it with her family made it all the more better.

Lincoln's aptitude for violence only comes for self defense. But he never saw himself as being as ruthless as all his I.M.P friends right now, but with his current state of mind, he actually decided that the best defense was a good offense. His magical abilities seemed much more potent now as he was casting spells without even using the grimoire to cast them. An orange shield was summoned to protect himself from sword strikes, then expands it to crush the agents against the wall, then in an orange blur, appears in a flash next one to tap his forehead which had enough force to throw him to the floor. A chain entraps him, but just by touching it with his hands, the metal rusts and decomposes into ash, the agent that had it then felt an elbow to his gut.

Lincoln spotted a cowering One and by just raising his hand, he levitates that confiscated revolver they took from him. "This was given to me by my dad." the boy recalls. "It doesn't belong to you." Shurikens were approaching and with impeccable aim, he fired shots that struck them all, breaking the thrown objects into pieces. An agents makes a go to grab him, but Lincoln side-steps and kicks the knee hard enough to dislocate and the kid headbutts him hard. The agents Lincoln took down were still alive, but they may think twice about going back in active duty when all's said and done.

Blitzo and Moxxie were back-to-back. They fired multiple times and when he ran out of ammo, Blitzo goes straight for his emergency bag for some more wonderful toys to use against D.H.O.R.K.S. "Mox, cover me!"

"Yes, sir!" Moxxie's guns ran empty, so he catches two golden revolvers thrown by Blitzo to shoot at all sides. His boss wields a green-bladed knife to stab and sever the heads of all agents attacking them.

"Eat my ass!" Blitzo takes a quick selfie with a severed head just for shits and giggles.

Moxxie pistol whips one with his now empty revolver.

Blitzo brings out a shotgun to fire at close rang, then gifts it to Moxxie for him to use to shoot down a few more. Both shared a determined nod and kept on bringing on the pain that knew no bounds.

Blitzo slithers atop Loona's head to fire a crossbow arrow as soon as Loona punches and kicks more away. Her instincts led her to go on all fours and jump to bite down on one's head to toss him around like a chew toy. Blitzo gives her a custom made rifle that fired off plasma sounding shots and she happily uses it to kill all agents that got into her crosshairs. "Die, motherfuckers!" she yells, and sees Blitzo's downright proud face. "What?"

"I'm just so damn proud of you, Looney!" Blitzo ecstatically expresses, kissing Loona on the cheek which annoyed her. "Bye, sweetie!" Grunting, she chews down on another head to toss at one that was about to attack Blitzo.

"Watch out!"

"Hey, Mills!" Blitzo waves casually.

"Hey, Blitz!" Millie says back. "Just one sec!" There were still a lot more fucking assholes that needed to be killed and boy, did all their guts spill out when Millie was done with them. Let this be a lesson, never fuck with a pissed off wife and mother, it's not worth it. Unless you prefer to be put through an axe blender.

"You need a gun or anything?" Blitzo asked.

Millie prefers being up close and personal as always. "Nah, I'm good!" she chirps, dropping more bodies and wrapping her legs around one's neck to go on a merry-go-around of endless murder, until slicing the agent's leg off and choking them with her powerful legs.

"How about some water?" suggested Blitzo.

"Sure!" Millie opens her mouth to let him pour the refreshing drink in. "Thanks, Blitz!" she said, cracking the agent's neck.

"No problemy, Millie-Billie!"

Lincoln's arms glowed and they were now in energy-made orange constructs that he could enlarge with just a thought. He grabs two groups of agents and mashes them together to toss them like a soccer ball. He flash-steps away from a katana coming straight for them to appear behind the attacking agents and encases him in a big orange orb, Lincoln rolls the orb to knock down a horde of agents. "Whoo! Now that's what I call a fucking strike!" Blitzo claps. "I gotta say, kiddo, I'm still a tad bit on the fence about your whole deal right now, but I can't argue with the results! Sure, you haven't a killed anyone, but you definitely killed their drives to continue doing their jobs! That's almost as good! Major kudos, bud! Hope you don't mind me giving out all the toys. I know you're the intern, but it looks like you want to be more than that."

"I'm doing my part. For all of you and the boss should have fun, too, right?"

"Oh-ho-ho! Keep this up, and you just might land employee of the month!" Blitzo twirls two automatic guns from the beg. "Now who wants some quality time with daddy?" he menacingly asked, bloodlust radiating off him. There was nothing more therapeutic after a hit of truth bomb gas than firing at all these suits by spinning around the body of one, then killing him soon after. Blitzo jumps off to shoot some more and now wields a baseball bit pierced with nails to bash another's stomach in, then uses it to hit a grenade across. "Fore!"

Such beautiful explosions.

For agents One and Two, their night went from good, then to bad, and now to fucking insane. They clearly underestimated their demons and now, they were suffering mounting casualties. Another thing that contributed to this chaotic mess was being not properly equipped. "Good god! Why are we only using weapons from Japan's Edo period?!" One asked a very good question.

"Hey! The Edo Period was badass and you know it!" Two reprimanded.

"Damn it, you're right."

Still not a good enough excuse.

"Look out!" Two pulls them both down to avoid getting hit by Loona with her rifle and crawl pass all the dead bodies of the agents.

Moxxie screams, standing on top of a mountain of bodies, firing his shotgun like a madman. "Bitches!" he saw agents trying to sneak behind Lincoln, but were felled by the imp. "Don't you dare harm my son!" That's right, he said it, and he it wasn't a slip-up.

Blitzo pops up."Hey, Mox!" his abrupt interruption surprised Moxxie to the point of fumbling the shotgun and it fires once into an agent's groin. "Oh, wow. Really going for the dick there, ain't ya? Here, I got it for ya." he finishes the job with a good stab. "Now hold this." he hands Moxxie the bag, and goes deep inside to pull out a big-ass bazzoka appropriately labeled 'MY DICK' that he held with a struggling Moxxie. "Oh, yeah! Getting hard on this motherfucker!" the rocket inside known only as the 'PUSSY DESTROYER' is launched and it obliterates the last few agents in a blaze of glory.

Everyone shielded themselves from the blast, but not Lincoln. He stood his ground, still with an emotionless expression. "Awesome..."

"Oh, crumbs." Moxxie grimaced, feeling that was a bit too much. "Is everyone okay?"

Blitzo hops on Moxxie's back. "Whoo! How's that for demon scum?!" he shouts with jubilation, and is lifted off Moxxie by a disapproving Lincoln. "What?" One and Two were now on their own, but they weren't about to cut their losses. They still have more tricks up their sleeves, evident by the big red button that One presses, blaring the alarms and lighting room in red, a very bad sign to Blitzo. "Oh, shit! Come on, fam! Let's blow this cocksickle joint!" Blitzo ushers them to run out the exit, but metal doors close on them before even one of them could make it out.

"Hey!" Loona looks through the window too see various blockades, laser grids, and doors trap shut to prevent any escape. No matter how hard they tried, the demons couldn't budge the door open. "Quick! The book!" Moxxie tells Loona.

Try as she might, Loona couldn't even make out a single word due to her canine vision being impaired. "Shit! I can't-I can't read the spell in this light! I can't see dick!" she fretted. "Linc, you try! Linc?"

For some reason, Lincoln didn't move an inch, it looked like he was patiently waiting for something.

Loona looks at Blitzo for any ideas, and he searches his person for any extra weapons lying around, but they were fresh out. "Well, shit. Looks like we've milked this weapon tit dry and now, we're out of badassery."

I.M.P still kept on a brave stance even when One and Two cornered them with their own guns. "Ha! You demons aren't going anywhere, now! Ha!" Two triumphantly laughs, until Lincoln cuts her off.

"You sure about that?"

One and Two saw the shadows of I.M.P combine into a singular one, taking the shape of an inhuman figure who growls at them. One of the TV screens turned on by itself showing static, then the empty interrogation room and now, it rattles erratically before turning off. Seeing their reflections, they see the tall shadow of a four-eyed individual with a reckoning. All the TVs launch at and nearly hits them and all objects fly out in a frenzy as a dark whisper is heard from the shadows, belonging to a demon royal that I.M.P knows all too well.

"Who dares threaten my impish little plaything and my precious student?"

"Who said that?!" One frantically asked, looking for the source.

Two nudged him and she shows him the floor where bird-like footprints appear, going towards them.

A smile begins to form on Lincoln's face as his eyes continued their black and red appearance. "Teacher is coming..."

One is hit by a TV monitor, knocking his shades off and witnesses Two standing eerily still, her head rocking back and forth. "Agent Two?!"

Two didn't have time to feel the outside presence invading her mind, all that she was capable of was feeling her mind be lost to the malevolent force. Lincoln raises his hands and orange strings extend from his fingertips, they connect to the napes of dead agents' necks. "Rise." Like a puppet-master, he strings them along to stand up, and Two held her shaking petrified face. "Now, summon him." Lincoln directs the dead puppets to draw on the floor with their own blood, where Two stood. One attempts to take Two away, but her head turns backwards with a sick crack, frightening her partner.

"What's the matter, demon hunter?!" Two's voice took on a British sounding accent, mixed in with another's through cruel laughter. "Never seen a real demon before?!"

More crazed laughter follows as the puppets draw a symbol and spell out the name: Stolas. Two's head turns as her eyes roll back and a fountain of black feathers and shadows erupt from her mouth, the insidious laughter taking on distorted tones. Two coughed out blood and felt her mind being free, but was also horrified by what she was seeing now. I.M.P saw this all in amazement, Loona even took a pic while Lincoln felt emboldened by the display.

Inspired to try his own hand.

One and Two hugged each other tightly as a shadowy dark feathered owl beast not of this world appears, advancing on them it with a nightmarish roar. They shut their eyes, waiting for him to end it, but Stolas pulls back, reverting to his standard form with a steel glare.

Lincoln blinks. "No..." They're getting off too easy. All demons present suddenly felt his growing anger, and with heavy breaths, Lincoln's hair rose up and he levitates upwards to face the agents. "You don't deserve mercy!" His voice become more deeper and hollow, with his face twisted into an hateful scowl, his teeth were even sharpened. He brings forth big energy construct arms with claws and snatches One and Two. With a hard squeeze, they struggle out groans of pain. Lincoln's scowl becomes a feral grin as he takes great pleasure in doing this. His own shadow undergoes a change, it stretches further, the arms become claws, and antler-like horns grow from the head along with floppy rabbit ears. Big leather wings appear fit with a spaded tail, and the shadow even blinks open piercing red eyes and a red mouth of razor teeth. Lincoln still appeared human, but now was the time to unleash the-

"Lincoln." Stolas' hands grasps his shoulder. "That's enough."

"But-But they tried to hurt me. Tried to hurt my family! My mom, my dad, my sister, my-"

"I know. I know." Stolas soothes in understanding. "But, they are beaten now. Not worth the effort, and this. This isn't who you are, my dear pupil." the prince somberly reminds him.

Panting, Lincoln looks down on his hands and what he was doing to the agents.

This...wasn't who he was.

He's no killer.

He releases One and Two, sparing their lives.

"I...I..." Grunting, Lincoln grabs his hair and floats back down, his hair settling and shadow returning to its usual shape. Opening his eyes with a gasp, it's shown that they, too, were regular and he almost falls down with a faint. Stolas catches him and tenderly cradles his body. "Stolas..." Lincoln called, with the correct tone. "...you came for us..."

"Of course I did." Stolas smiles fondly and turns the lights back on, deactivates all the security, and carries the tired boy to I.M.P, handing him over to a worried Loona.

"Stolas, wha-hold on-how did you know that we needed help?" Of all the questions Blitzo had, that was the first that came to mind.

"I have my ways, darling." Stolas cryptically replies, kneeling down to hold Blitzo's cheek. "Are you alright?"

Blitzo becomes annoyed at the display. "Ugh, I'm fine, Stolas."

"Hmm, good." Now, Stolas was free to show how royally pissed off he was at their incredible blunder. "How the fuck did you get caught by humans!" It greatly disappointed the prince that with their track record, it seemed like I.M.P would inadvertently blow the whistle on all of Hell to the world at large. "Are you little creatures not being careful up here?! You know, if you get in trouble, I get in trouble! We don't want that! Not to mention how much of a risk poor Lincoln was in! I expect to better handle yourselves when using my book, Blitzy!"

Moxxie attempts to placate the furious Goetia. "They caught us off guard, your highness."

Blitzo bitterly wanted to talk back for his own defense...but couldn't deny that Stolas had a right to be upset. "Yeah. You can unclench your bird puss, Stolas. It's not gonna happen again, okay?"

Collecting himself, Stolas managed to at least point out one silver lining. "Luckily for you, most don't believe the word of the demon obsessed lunatics." he motions to the still shivering scared shitless forms of One and Two. "They are seen as kooks." he has a giggle fit over how the word sounded. "Kooks. Such a silly word. What's even more fortunate is that Lincoln at least, would still be back at your dwelling."

"What do you mean?"

"Observe."

Cracks appeared on the ground, and the very Earth beneath opened up to reveal glowing abyss-like portal. Lincoln floats away from Loona's arms and is plunged into the portal, much to the distress of I.M.P. "What happened to my baby?!" Millie shrieks.

"No need for alarm." Stolas calmly informs. "This is the curse at work. As you know, Lincoln's time on Earth is limited and once time is up, he is to go back to Hell in a place he is most familiar with. I'd wager, your lovely little workspace. I suggest we follow!" Stolas opens a portal back to Hell, at the I.M.P office.

"Yes, please." Moxxie graciously accepts. "I'd like to get back to the correct hellhole as soon as possible."

The five Hellborn demons step through the portal and it closes behind them.

It never felt so great to be back and there was Lincoln sleeping on the couch just as Stolas said. "Oh, my sweet boy!" Millie hugs him.

Blitzo turns upwards at his lover, wanting to get to another crucial matter. "Okay, real talk here, Stolas. What the fuck was that with the kid's eyes, and the stunts he pulled off?I...honestly didn't know he had it in him."

"I did!" Millie joyfully shouts. "That's my boy right here, kicking ass with his poppa and momma!"

"It seemed more than that, Millie." Moxxie contradicts. "It was like he was possessed...but at the same time, still himself?"

"That is a very keen and accurate observation." Stolas agreed, providing answers the best way he could at the moment. "It was no possession. That would imply an external source trying to invade young Lincoln's mind just I did to one of those kooks. No, this was something fundamentally different. What we saw was all him. All coming from his own latent potential in demonic arcane arts and growing...influence from Hell itself. It was still Lincoln's own mind at work, but I can only assume some part of it was weakened, allowing something else to rise and try to take over."

Loona kneels down and rubs Lincoln's head softly with a puppy whimper. "What is that, exactly?"

"That...remains to be seen."

Lincoln stirs awake and sees the concerned faces of his coworkers. His family. "You're all safe...Stolas, I saw what you did...that was very badass..." he praised.

Stolas crosses his arms. "Well, I am your teacher after all, dear boy. You just focus on getting proper rest." Moxxie, Millie, and Loona took care of that by taking Lincoln to his room.

Now that they had privacy, Stolas immediately hoists Blitzo up in his arms. "Am I going to get any thank you for the rescue, Blitzy?" he playfully whines.

Blitzo smirked.

Complicated emotions or not, he figures Stolas deserves a win. "Oh, I suppose you should. Want me to fuck your brains out tonight?"

"Very much so." Stolas leans in for a kiss.

"Alright." Blitzo grabs the back of Stolas' head and pulls him back tightly, making the prince blush. "But you're keeping quiet, or I'm using those bear traps." he strokes along Stolas' face with a lustful look that just rustles up Stolas' feathers.

"Oh, please do."

They instantly explore their mouths together with moans of pleasure.

"Excuse me! Could you take that somewhere else that doesn't have our son sleeping in the next room!"

Millie gasps happily. "Moxxie! You called Lincoln our boy!"

---

One and Two had no words.

They had demons in their grasps. But, they not only managed to break free, but completely massacre their entire agency, leaving piles upon piles of dead agents in their wake, along with a lot of damages to their HQ. It'll take days, even months before they'll be able to start things back up, the recruitment drive will take just as long and that's not even getting into the mental scars of this ordeal.

Two was still winded after being momentarily possessed by Stolas. All she knew now was that she didn't want to ever go through that again, but that still begged the question on what direction they should take going forward.

"So, what now?"

One laughed, seeing that as a rhetorical question.

They lost so many agents.

Got owned pretty badly.

But he still counts this as a win.

"What now?! We finally got the evidence we needed to be taken seriously!" One walks over to a computer console and brushes aside all the broken pieces to type and access the security feed. Everything that just happened was all recorded, and that footage was one of the few things that made it out unscathed. Videos of I.M.P fighting, Lincoln doing magic, and Stolas appearing to stare back at the camera. It was all there.

"What about the kid?"

"We can't be certain that even was a kid!" One didn't what to classify Lincoln as, but he was now a point of interest for their agency. "Can't you see that this is the ticket we've been waiting for, Two?! Our shot to not be the weirdos, the crackpots, the biggest kooks in the world!"

"And if they still don't believe us?"

"Then we'll make them believe! This isn't something they can just pass off, not this time! This time, we'll have enough agents, better equipment, and more resources than we've ever had before! Nobody in corporate is ignoring this!"

One and Two put on new sunglasses and smirk deviously, the former's chuckling as the screens go to black.

But neither they, nor anyone in Hell realized what also occurred there.

The emergence of something that's been growing inside Lincoln Loud.

This was merely a prelude of events that have not come just yet, there is still time for him to grow, until he's ready unleash it all to any fool looking for any trouble. A force that will show itself one day.

For now, that time isn't near.

But when all is quiet and he releases the chains restraining it...

...it can be guaranteed that it will be unforgettable.