In the fragrant darkness of the room, on a simple crib in the corner, Morrie's piercing cries woke them every two or three hours. Despite the obvious tiredness, sleep interruptions didn't affect them much, having been on complicated assignments before where they had to spend long hours and even days working, not to mention the occasions where they caught Blitz recording them from outside (or inside) the window while they slept, so the married couple coordinated to get up and soothe the little one.
While Millie held him, changed his diaper and rocked him between humming, Moxxie went to the kitchen to heat the bottle in the stove to feed him while he played some nursery rhyme on his guitar, singing it many times with his wife doing chorus, scene that more than once Blitz recorded between squeals of emotion for the affection between his employees and the little orphan boy... Although a couple of times he almost lost his head to bullets or flying knives because Morrie would suddenly spot him in the dark behind the window and then cried in fear, causing his 'guardians' to react violently.
It had been almost three days since the client's strange disappearance (making Blitz's irritation at that payment increase proportionately), waiting for some response from Stolas as to where he might have gone after handing him the phone and the strange note Moxxie had found. During that time, they had taken Morrie to Imp City's hospital where in exchange for a small bribe not to ask questions, they checked if his violent and traumatic birth hadn't affected his health in some way, as well as receiving some help from their closest neighbors, like an old crib and some onesies; With so little time to rest and be aware of the baby, for the couple it was as if the sad event of a few months ago hadn't happened, which made them have mixed feelings... Every time they held him close while feeding him, playing with him or rocking him, seeing his eyes fixed on them and crinkling when he laughed, making noises to be attended to by them, their hearts were squeezed with affection and pain at the same time.
Baa, baa, Baphomet,
Have you any souls?
Yes, yes, my mate,
Three on my shoes...
When the song ended, Moxxie stopped his strumming and smiled softly at the sight of both Millie and Morrie dozing on the couch after feeding him, so the white-haired imp left the guitar and sit next to his wife and the little impling, watching them sleep: Tomorrow they had to go back to work to recover that missing money from that client, but they couldn't leave Morrie alone; They weren't in a position to pay a babysitter, let alone ask any of the neighbors, already busy... Moxxie was sure it would be a lousy idea to take him to the office with Blitz, but what other option was there? He hadn't been able to avoid expressing that concern to his boss in a call, who had responded:
"How many times do I have to tell you, Mox?! I.M.P. is a family, the brat is part of it whether you like it or not. And don't worry, Loona will take care of him while we do our job."
Not wanting to imagine the cantankerous, irresponsible drunken hellhound taking care (willingly) of a newborn that required care every few hours, Moxxie decided not to lose any more hours of sleep brooding over that disastrous possibility; He curled up next to his beloved wife and the baby in a hollow of the couch, wrapping his arm and his tail around them, smiling faintly at (finally) sleeping Morrie, wearing a yellow hooded horse onesie that Blitz gave them yesterday... And Moxxie wouldn't ask to deny it, he looked fucking adorable... And even more sleeping on his beloved Millie's chest.
...So thought Blitz himself, filming the scene from outside. "Ha, I knew they'd end up using it, gotta instill a love of horses in boy from now on." He muttered under his breath, turning off the camera; Oh, he couldn't wait to make him not only a 'Spirit Buddy', but also a part of I.M.P.: Next Generation, just like in 'My Little Pony'! Putting the camera away, he smiled at the loving (new) family and prepared to walk away to return home... When a sudden magic portal opened in front of him, a smiling Stolas came out shouting his name, which was enough to make the tall imp scream in surprise and then trip over the trash cans outside the couple's porch, setting off the alarm on the motorcycle they had taken over before.
"Stolas, what the...?"
"I knew I'd find you here, Blitzy~!"
"Oh, shit..."
"Blitz, what the hell are you doing here?!"
"Oh, good evening, dear little imps! Blitzy told me you two came across a little one, congratulations. I hope he is well and healthy."
"He's well, thank ya very much, Stolas. Moxx Moxx and Ah' have just fed him and he's now sleepin', in fact he sleeps more hours now than he did on the first day!"
"Aww, just like my dear Via in her first weeks, I remember it like it was yesterday...! I can give you some tips and experiences, if you like."
"Agh, if it's not too much trouble, Your Majesty. By the way you could take care of a certain big and very noisy baby who keeps getting into mischief like coming to spy on us..."
"Oh my, that sounds very, very tempting, little imp... You know, Blitzy? I don't think we've tried those kinds of fantasies yet~..."
"Moxxie, consider yourself DEAD right here and now for just giving him those fucked up ideas...!"
"Naberius, yes. I know him, more than a colleague he's a Goetia, distant relative of mine in fact." Stolas explained calmly, sitting in the couple's living room, holding carefully the impling in one hand... And if Moxxie and Millie were already pygmies compared to the owl prince, Morrie was like a coin purse inside the Ars Goetia's huge claw. "I understand he has a gentleman's club in the capital."
Blitz snorted, folding his arms, "A club of rich assholes who sit around for hours seeing each other's faces? What's that female imp made pulp related here? And what the hell does that have to do with the cocksucker who OWES US money for that hit?!"
"My legions' intelligence experts checked the phone's activities, and I think we found something, Blitzy." Stolas said levitating the phone towards him with his magic, making Morrie squeal for the glowing blue object, reaching out his little arm to grab it. "No, little one, that's not a toy." Stolas cooed tickling him with a claw. "...As I was saying, among the last calls that imp made before you spammed him in calls and messages, Blitzy, was something interesting: Several were to the manager of Naberius' Cottage, which by the way employs imps as servants and entertainment for the place. The calls were going to mailbox every time, but the guy sounded desperate."
The former wasn't a surprising thing, as it was a common occurrence for imp outside the Circle of Wrath to perform menial labor for the nobility or in Overlords' premises... But the latter sounded suspicious to I.M.P., so Moxxie asked, squinting. "Excuse me Your Majesty, but, by 'entertainment', what exactly do you mean, is it something like...?"
"Oh no, I know what you're thinking, dear Moxxie. Naberius is not like that vulgar pimp who looks like a hybrid of Mothra with Cruella, Valentino. While I can't deny, from the times I've been there in the past, that the place uses imp like can-can dancers and other cabaret stuff, I understand it's not like those vulgar dens in Pentagram City, but something classy and elegant."
"In Christian, that chick was an escort to entertain rich assholes." Blitzo ventured, stretching out in the chair and putting his feet up on the coffee table, much to Moxxie's chagrin. "Can you show us those voice mails?"
Stolas, still playing with Morrie and making silly faces to make him laugh, pulled a few copies out of his pocket with his magic, handing them to Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie. Studying them closely, they saw that it was the transcript of several voice mails left over the course of a week, each one more distressing than the last:
Friday 3rd, 8.00 PM:
[Automatic message] "You have reached Naberius' Cottage, where even a beggar can feel like a gentleman for the right price. We are currently unavailable, leave your name, number and amount you are willing to pay."
*Click*
This is Crady speaking. I'm speaking for my boss, Rexaim Transportations, I am confirming a lot for delivery tomorrow in the capital city."
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Saturday 4th, 7:45 AM:
[Automatic message] "You have reached Naberius' Cottage, where even a beggar can feel like a gentleman for the right price. We are currently unavailable, leave your name, number and amount you are willing to pay."
*Click*
"Crady speaking, it's urgent, I just got fucking... robbed! A gang robbed me near the Three Wires sector, they took everything...! I'm already calling my boss to sort this out, be patient! Please call me back...!"
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Saturday 4th, 8:21 AM:
[Automatic message] "You have reached Naberius' Cottage, where even a beggar can feel like a gentleman for the right price. We are currently unavailable, leave your name, number and amount you are willing to pay."
*Click*
"What's all the blah-blah-blah for if they don't answer a shit... This is Grady, my boss isn't answering, I'm lying here in the fucking shit and they've taken everything, everything! My boss isn't answering, and this is what my pay depends on! I need to speak to the manager or Naberius himself! Call me, please!"
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Saturday 4th, 12:30 PM
[Automatic message] "Hi, this is Crady Lemurio, I can't come to the phone right now!"
*Click*
"Crady, this is all on you, so don't even think I'll lift a finger for your sorry ass. You better have everything sorted out by tomorrow or I'm not answering... You've been warned."
.
"Okay, you can tell by that last one that he was already fucked." Blitzo said as he finished reading.
"...He had arrived on the 6th at our office, and that last message is from the 4th... He had said that his boss wasn't going to help him recover the stolen merchandise, and he looked desperate..." Moxxie mused, then paling slightly. "Why would he wait a whole day when the day before was supposed to be the deadline his boss set for him?"
"Maybe he was findin' out where the gang that robbed him was and when he saw he couldn't handle them, he came to us." Millie said, resting a claw on her husband's hand. "So he knew that club from the note, and what a coincidence, that girl of the bathroom maybe came from there... So, it's possible that...?"
"We can't make guesses, honey. We can't say for sure if this Grady fellow knew that female imp or would be related in any way to Morrie." Moxxie reasoned, looking at Prince Stolas. "It only remains to inquire at that club. Your Majesty, is it possible to call them?"
"Well, if your elusive client couldn't talk to them, and he tried several times, I couldn't either. The bad thing about Naberius' Cottage is that it has only one number and they hardly ever answer... Personally, it's the only non-elegant thing that the club has." Stolas replied, handing Morrie into Millie's arms, grabbing Blitzo's hands in surprise, much to the imp's surprise and blush. "But I think I could talk to Naberius to set up an appointment at that place, and then we could investigate that code on that little piece of paper."
"Hey, hey, I get that this mystery with Morrie and his dead mother is very strange and all, but YOU ARE FORGETING that that bastard Crady owes US money!" Blitzo exclaimed, breaking free from Stolas' grip, still blushing. "Or did they forget about that already?!"
"Sir, we may as well find out more about the client's whereabouts while we look into this." Moxxie said going to another coffee table, where the home phone was. Blitzo narrowed his eyes. "That boss of his, Rexaim Transportations... I think someone can lead us to him."
"Well spit it out, Sherlock: who is that 'someone'?"
Moxxie sighed. Millie noticed the tension in her husband's back as he lifted the phone's speaker and beginning to dial a number. "Rexaim Transportations is one of those transport companies that basically steals from themselves to deliver adulterated or lost merchandise so they don't get in trouble with their customers or even rip them off... It's a risky method, and you can get the wrong people pissed off if they find out..."
He paused to listen to an automatic message on the other line, then turned to look at the others:
"...Hi, it's me. When you hear this, call me please. I need a favor."
Loona snorted as she lifted her head from the Hellhound Monthly magazine, seeing the brat fidgeting and whimpering restlessly inside the makeshift playpen. They were alone in the office at the moment, as the adult imps went out into the human world (A filthy hole in South America.) and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours... A couple of hours alone with that red flea squealing for anything.
"I already gave you the fucking bottle, do me a favor and shut up, I've a hangover." Loona growled rubbing her face in annoyance. Morrie obviously ignored her. "Of course, he's a fucking baby, how the fuck is he going to understand me." She mused, sighing. The hellhound was still tempted by the idea of just buggering off to some mall, but she knew she'd have to put up with reproaches from the others.
Grumbling, she got up and grabbed the boy off the floor by his armpits, looking at him in annoyance, his face scrunched up in tears, his little arms outstretched toward her...
"I'm NOT going to sing or play with you, you little shit. Ugh, you're as whiny as Moxxie himself, are you sure he's not your damn father?" Loona asked, holding him against her chest... After a few moments, a little noise made her head drop: Morrie finally quieted down, purring against the fur on her chest. She sighed. "Ugh, how annoying you are..." She sat at her desk, watching the baby purr and settle against her with a frown. "Yeah, yeah, get yourself comfy, it won't be easy living under the same roof as the fatty and the psycho, you'll go crazy with their lovey-dovey shit when you're older..."
...Loona faltered at the last sentence, grimacing. She didn't like getting into those unhappy twists and turns of memory when she was a little puppy abandoned in that filthy shelter, hoping to get out of there when someone adopted her... Every day waking up in the same cell with other hellhounds, eating that shitty tasteless paste, running around the ward full of idiots and whiners... Dreading the day that after she turned eighteen, she would be thrown out on the street or, as the janitors laughingly said, she would be sold to some kennel to keeping her as a fucking breeding dog to give birth pets and cheap workers... Until finally Blitzo arrived and her life changed. Yes, she was still surrounded by idiots and whiners, but at least she had her own room now and didn't have to eat that garbage and other depressing stuff from that place; She stared at Morrie, thinking that he wasn't even going to experience of being at a shitty orphanage, but to just wallowing in crying, fear and hunger in a stinking bloody bathroom next to a corpse until he died as well.
...Loona didn't want to admit it, but that sounded a lot more fucked up than what she had to live through. So she couldn't help but add:
"...But you're lucky, kid. You'll definitely be better off with them than some shitty place like that, or where I was..."
Then Morrie opened his golden eyes into her and he smiled. Sighing, Loona extended a claw for the impling to take between his little fingers...
Click!
"W-what the fuck...!" Loona looked around, startled, how long had it been?! She let out a grunt without letting go of holding the baby. "BLITZ!"
"That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen, my Loonie playing with his cousin Morrie, this will go to Voxtagram!" Blitz exclaimed holding up his phone with sparkling eyes... At once, Loona snatched the phone from him and smashed it against the wall, breaking it. "Loonie!"
"Don't ever do that again or your pony collection will end up just like your phone. And don't just fucking show up out of nowhere like that either, I nearly dropped the brat with fright."
"...Well that's funny, I see you holding him carefully, Miss Loona." Moxxie stepping said out of the magic portal with a bloody sack behind him and a smirk. "Have you grown fond of him yet?"
"Shut the fuck up, greasy ass." Loona growled putting a noisy Morrie into Millie's eager arms like a possum trying to get away. "And how the fuck did they get here? I didn't hear Blitz's call asking to open the portal."
"Oh, we just happened to run into Stolas and he brought us here." Millie explained, brushing her nose against Morrie's little face. "Hiya baby, Ah' missed ya so much... It doesn't seem like it, but Moxxie kept worryin' about ya."
"Hehe, that's right." her husband replied approaching his 'protégé' and stroking his hair tenderly. "Thank you so much for taking care of him, Loona."
"Yeah, whatever. You dumbasses owe me a big time." the hellhound snorted picking up her magazine again. "So Stolas was just passing through?"
"Visiting an associate of mine. Former President Uribe needed extra protection in exchange for a few sacrifices. And it just so happened that Blitzy and his employees were over there killing a social leader." A smiling Prince Stolas explained stepping out of the magic portal and closing it behind him. "Hello again, Loona... Hello, little one." he added as he saw Morrie cooing in his direction. The demon owl let out a chuckle and twirled two colored stars from his fingers, making the impling squeal in delight at the pretty lights. "...And incidentally to let you know that Naberius agreed to let me visit him at his club, today at 8 pm."
"Yes, and His Majesty has agreed that, to avoid any suspicion, Millie and I will go disguised as servants so we can question the staff about that code." Moxxie added, and then he sighed. "...What that means..."
...Loona blinked and growled: "Oh, no, I'm not going back to babysitting the red bug for the night...!"
"No need, Loony." Blitz said, patting his chest proudly, glaring at the impling, who looked at him undaunted. "...Because Uncle Blitzo is here!"
"...That means someone has to take care of Morrie and Blitz insisted until there was no choice." Moxxie finished with a sigh.
"Leaving Morrie with Blitzo, what I so feared came true." Moxxie moaned, settling into the butler suit given to him by one of Stolas' servants, Pringles, who was closest to his height, and though Stolas enlarged it with his magic, the suit was still tight around his hips and ass. Millie, in a simple maid's outfit, took him by the hand to reassure him.
"Blitz is serious about family, sweetie. Ah'm sure he'll do fine; he already did with Loona."
"Yeah... it's not convenient to take that alcoholic irresponsible bitch as a good example, you know?"
"All right, you little imps. Here's the plan: I go in and talk to Naberius, then say I forgot something and Millie will 'go get it' while Moxxie stays with me to continue this masquerade." Stolas said rubbing his claws together. "Oh, undercover mission, it's so exciting!"
"Alright, let's do this... And this way we get Morrie back from Blitz's hands, whatever he's doing..."
"Yeaaaah, get off my back and into my game, get out of my way and out of my brain...!" Blitzo sang with a glass of eggnog with a splash of whiskey (Just a splash, so the baby wouldn't get dizzy from the smell), while Morrie looked at the screen where a yellow horse was kicking humans in a blue uniform, with a puzzled expression. "I fucking love that song! Don't you think it rocks, Morrie?! 'Spirit' is the best fucking movie ever...!"
But he had to stop singing when Morrie burst into tears.
"Oh come on! Are you going to complain like Moxxie did when I put it as an engagement activity too?! Loony's right, you look like his damn son!" Blitz retorted picking him up... And wrinkling his nose. "Fuck, what kind of abominable turd you got there?!" He exclaimed pushing him away a bit, Morrie wouldn't stop crying. Blitzo looked around, desperate. "Shit, shit, where is it, where is it...?! Ah, here!" Blitzo sighed grabbing a bag full of baby stuff like diapers, a baby onesie, a bag of formula and a blanket which, according to the long attached note left by Moxxie, the baby became fond of sucking on it and kneading it with his little claws as it apparently had a scent of him and Millie.
Blitz did his best to wipe the baby's stinky butt and put the diaper on him... After three failed attempts, including one where for some reason, he ended up with the diaper on his head. After finally finishing putting it on correctly, he put Spirit's themed onesie back on Morrie, moved by how adorable he looked, taking a picture of him... And the flash of the phone made him cry again.
"Oh, come on! Oh, look, kiddo...!" Blitz tried to make funny faces, making Morrie scream, who covered his face in fear. "Hell, what do I do now! Even Millie won't forgive me if I traumatize you!"
Then he remembered: in a box in the closet, hidden in a bag, was an old souvenir from his circus days. Maybe he could...?
Naberius' Cottage was as elegant as the married couple had imagined it would be, in keeping with Prince Stolas' descriptions: Marble floors, exquisite paintings, columns and carved ivory with tapestries dotted with symbols alluding to the sciences, not to mention quotations from eminent philosophers, especially rhetoricians... In fact, a statue of the 'Personification of Eloquence', made of solid gold and jewels, stood intimidatingly in the main salon, filled with armchairs, chaise-lounges and leather sofas... Just one of those pieces of furniture would be enough to pay off a good part of the couple's monetary debts.
Stolas, decked out in his usual red cloak and tall hat, advanced into the room with Moxxie and Millie behind him with convincing submissive expressions, but armed to the teeth with knives and pistols under their clothes. Because they were imps and thus weak beings on the infernal food chain, the bouncer didn't check them at the entrance.
"Stolas, friend of mine, cousin of mine!" A strange avian demon with a dog's head and princely robes exclaimed, extending his claws in an affected gesture at the sight of Prince Goetia, who shook his hand tightly. "Long time no see, long time!"
"Same here, Naberius, it's been a while. But I was in need of some space to relax from my duties, not to mention the amount of new residents that have come to my territory." Stolas replied sitting down on a couch and starting to touch around inside his cloak. "...Oh dear, I think I forgot the errand I promised my daughter Octavia. Dear Millie, would you be so kind as to go to Stylish Occult for that? It's the taxidermy beaver I ordered for her."
"Yes, Mr. Stolas, sir, right away!" the woman said cheerfully in a strong Southern accent, causing Naberius to grimace slightly. As she retreated from the room, the Goetia demon of Rhetoric looked at the Prince.
"I didn't know you hire Wrath inbred hillbillies to make part of your service. Did Lady Stella approve that?"
"My wife has her own servants to attend to her orders." Stolas replied calmly as, standing stiffly at his side, Moxxie showed a mask of indolence... And was boiling on the inside at the same time at the insult towards his wife. "As Lord Protector of my territory, I try to help my subjects whom shows some utility for me. Hum... I would like something to drink."
"I agree, cousin of mine. May I offer you a good beer?" Naberius offered, but Stolas held up a hand politely.
"Oh, that won't be necessary: I brought something for us to enjoy, as a small treat after so long without seeing each other, cousin of mine. Moxxie, which option did you choose from my cupboard?"
Marquis Naberius let out a slight mocking cough of disbelief, but the goat-legged imp cleared his throat and pulled a fancy bottle from the lapel of his suit. "1875 Sanguine Vinters, with a spark of arterial blood, the golden blood variety (1)." Moxxie allowed himself the pleasure of sketching a smile at Marquis Goetia's perplexed expression. "On such an important occasion, Your Majesty, I considered this the most appropriate."
"Aaaah, excellent choice, dear Moxxie. Excellent." Prince Stolas conceded with a smile, levitating a corkscrew at the male imp. "Serve us, please."
Millie had managed to sneak through the ventilation duct in one of the walls of the lobby, disappearing from the sight of the club servants and guards; One of the reasons she and Moxxie accompanied Stolas to this place, apart from their small size which was perfect for sneaking into almost any place without being seen, was that Blitz, apart from being loud and having the subtlety of an elephant in a glassware, his status as Prince Goetia's lover was becoming increasingly well known... At least among the higher echelons.
The southern female imp moved towards the area of the kitchens and outbuildings where the servant imps were located. According to what Stolas had found out before visiting them in their home, maids, cooks, and even companions of the guests were housed in the same building, on adjoining floors... Millie knew she wouldn't have that much time to requisition every outbuilding, so she tried her luck in a room full of lockers; Moving between cubicles, killing a couple of imp guards with quick stabs to the throat... She noticed a cubicle numbered 311.
...The chance was small, tiny, but she could try. Just to try. Pulling out the little piece of paper stained with dried blood with the code, the assassin forced the locker with a small lock pick: Shiny female clothes, dancing shoes, even a very elaborate blonde wig... And seeing behind the small locker door, several photographs of some female imps in sensual but elegant dancing outfits; Looking through the photographs, searching for someone with a similar blond wig... Millie finally spotted her:
A petite female imp with an angular face and small horns with the distinctive Circle of Lust markings, a can-can costume and the same blonde wig. And though the sashes of her costume tried to hide it, there was an obvious bulge in her belly... There was no doubt now, it was the disemboweled female imp from the bathroom.
Millie could barely breathe, looking down at a small box that looked like a jewelry box, locked with a reinforced, coded padlock... Since Millie's lock pick was cheap and couldn't break that lock, she decided to try her luck one more time, using the other three numbers on the slip of paper... And it opened. Apart from fancy earrings, bracelets and pendants, there was a manuscript with a list of sorts; After reading it, Millie couldn't help but let out a whistle.
"Sweet mother of Thanatos..." Millie whispered.
After taking a picture of that list and the photograph with her phone and sending it to both Moxxie and Stolas by private message on Voxtagram, Millie hurried to take all the pictures, some books and notebooks, the wig and the jewelry box inside a cloth bag she had tied on her thigh under her uniform skirt... Millie had to admit: Skirts were not only comfortable, they were also useful for hiding things.
After commenting with love emoticons on the recent picture of his Blitzy cuddled up next to Morrie watching that movie about horses that he loved so much, Stolas checked his Inbox messages, reading a particular one from beautymarkbabe666, then he put his phone away and looked at the white-haired assassin next to him.
"You know, Moxxie? I think you can wait outside. I'd like to have a little chat with the Marquis about something private, don't you agree, cousin of mine?"
Naberius nodded, waving his glass with a sleepy expression. Moxxie excused himself and after bowing, withdrew from the room. After being left alone, the Goetia demon sighed.
"Delicious wine, cousin of mine! Much better than what we offer here. I'm about to offer you a partnership to offer better drinks to my customers with products from your vineyard."
"I would agree, dear Naberius, to such a partnership, if you first do a good mass purge of your staff."
The Goetia Marquis made a confused face. "Beg me your pardon?"
"...I don't think it's appropriate for an elegant place like this to be offering liquor adulterated with that gross substance like angel toxin, don't you think?"
As he retreated towards the door, with mixed feelings about the photograph of that dancer female imp with that lump in her stomach that could be, by now an almost certain thing, that little baby imp under their care, Moxxie heard the clatter of a crystal glass crashing to the floor.
"That's her, Mox. Ah've no doubt, her face is similar, Morrie's little face is identical..."
"I know. Shit, I can't believe we got lucky the first try." Moxxie muttered seeing his wife's dismayed face, both of them hiding in a corner next to the club. "And that you found... I've no doubt: Crady was never robbed, he pulled the same trick his own boss had pulled on other criminal organizations..." He sighed and closed his eyes. "...Including my father's."
"Do ya think Crim can lead us to that boss and with that we can find out where Crady is and get the money out of him?" Millie asked him. "Well, that's what Blitz wants."
"Not so much the money, but the company's reputation: He won't accept us accepting a hit without money." Moxxie said pulling out his phone and dialing that number again, turning on the speaker when a gruff voice says:
"You already know why you have this number, state your intentions."
"Jerry? Hi, this is Moxxie, Moxxie Mortual." the male imp introduced himself using his first and last name: Protocol for that particular organization. "Is my father there? I need to talk to him."
"He's not in the mood for family conversations, Mr. Moxxie."
"It's a business matter." Moxxie replied, squinting. "Tell him we apparently found out who stole that allotment of angel toxin he was stockpiling a few months ago."
(1) Gold Blood: An extremely rare type of human blood in the world, the only one that lacks Rh, the protein that defines whether the blood type is positive or negative. It's so rare is this blood that only about 43 people in the world are carriers, making them universal donors but they can only receive their own blood if they need it, as any other blood can kill them.