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The moment he woke up, Hughes' vision was starting to upload.

Upload, that's something no one is to see the moment he wakes up. The word, upload is something from a programming system. In front of his vision reached from zero percent to one hundred percent vision. The whole resolution pixelated with perfect visuals from the right eye.

"... Heh?"

He got up from wherever the hell he's at. Hughes looked from left and right seeing he was in some sort of larger room. It was all filled with stars and planets through the cosmos. Hughes thought that this might actually be heaven. Yet, after what he had done there is no way they would ever let him in.

The door was wide open from the outside. Hughes was still lost from where he was until an imp in a vested black suit bringing in some food along with medicine and water.

"Stolas!" The imp called through the telecom. "He's awake! Your savior is awake!" He called up the person who had brought Hughes to his household.

Coming through the doors was the tall owl wearing his casual pajamas and squeaking loafers.

"Good Morning, Hughes! How are you feeling?" Stolas approaches the damaged cat.

When Stolas was coming closer Hughes' right eye scanned him for identification.

Stolas Goetia

Gender: Male

Occupation:

-Prince of the Ars Goetia

-Founder of I.M.P

-Divorced

-One of Hell's Powerful Princes

Threat Level: Danger!

Even though Hughes eyesight reveals the status of Stolas his sense tells him differently.

"Why am I built like I'm after Sarrah Conners?" Hughes started to freak out of the custom idea.

Stolas looked over at Hughes' nerves. From his expression Stolas can tell he is freaking out from the creation Hughes has become.

"I'm sorry Hughes," Stolas deeply apologizes for the worst. "Because of your wish, I am unable to make any assistance for you, even when it comes to fixing you I can't do that…" Stolas blamed himself for giving Hughes a wish. If he hadn't given him the wish Hughes may have all his limbs normally.

Hughes wanted to freak out about what had happened. Honestly, he really should just stop being a bitch and have a fit.

But then, why put it upon Stolas?

First, Hughes will be killed. Second, in all aspects, this was all on Hughes. The massacre he had caused, the loss of half the population, and remembering the fear in their eyes, this was all Hughes' responsibility.

It was starting to be awkward too.

"... I really want to be angry. And many ways, for all of this." Hughes looked at his new arms being full of spring mechanics.

(A/N: He has the same mechanical Limbs as Fizzoroli)

"But… I just wanted to help those people… Just like I did at the parade." Hughes said to Stolas. "It's not fair to be killed off, even if some of them are the worst… My Papa told me that." Hughes explained some part of his past life.

Stolas wiped off a tear in his eye after Hughes had said his own personal reason.

"If it's anyone, it should be me…" Hughes confesses the possible misdeed. "I was just afraid of being someone again… I don't like to be me." Hughes in self denial.

Stolas couldn't accept Hughes' possible responsibility for the hundreds or thousands of deaths in the Pride Ring.

"No," Stolas denied Hughes' confession. "Of course not, you didn't know about the cleansing." Stolas got a bit of closure with Hughes. "Poor child, this shouldn't be your burden. Instead, this should be your step of becoming more chivalrous, more ambitious, and more alive, Hughes the Cat." Stolas placed his hands on the damaged face of Hughes.

"And another thing… What the Fuck were you thinking!?"

Hughes went straight dumbfounded from Stolas' change of mood.

"Those Fallen Angels may be killed easily by your hands, but having a whole army on your ass just makes it worse for all Princes of Hell; and causes more problems for Overlords!" Stolas takes a deep breath.

"Luckily, no one has confirmed the unexplained phenomena." Stolas straightens himself. "Now, since you have been patched up, there are a couple things we need to discuss. Starting with this!" Stolas went to his davenport bringing out a darker green book.

" , what is this?" He asked Stolas.

"... It's your Grimoire." Stolas said.

Hughes looked at the book with confusion. As he tried to open the book hoping to check out the information. However, the book is completely sealed. It has no will of being opened.

"It's locked." Hughes said, trying to open the book. "Even the pages aren't being flipped." Hughes struggles to open the book. Stolas stopped him from opening the book.

"The Grimoire cannot be opened until you give it a chant… A pledge per se when given a Grimoire." Stolas brought out his own grimoire. "The difference in Grimoire's Hellborn Demons, like me, can automatically be given the grimoire but for Sinners you must know the official chants to access the book." Stolas went through his book to easily show the whole cosmic universe surrounding them. "Hughes… that book is forever attached to you, whenever you are in deep danger, that book will grant you access to greater power." Stolas explained smaller details of Hughes Grimoire.

"... Power?" Hughes thought to himself looking at the book.

The book was giving him inner voices from the past. These are the sort of things Hughes does not want to get involved in. Hearing the word "Power" leads to suffering and destruction.

"... Do you have a lighter?" Hughes asked Stolas.

"Do you need a smoke?" Stolas gave both lighter and cigarette to Hughes who asked politely.

Right when Stolas gave him both items Hughes began to burn the book.

Stolas screamed in horror seeing what Hughes was doing right in front of him. Hughes is literally burning his own grimoire without any hesitation.

"... Is there a stronger fire around here?"

"Of course not!" Stolas stopped him from burning the not-so-combusted grimoire. "Grimoire is not to be fully damaged! And are completely invulnerable!" Stolas freaked out from Hughes' actions.

"But I don't want this!" Hughes begged for Stolas while crying on his fur. "I don't want to take more blood than I already have! I'm just pacifist for God, scratch that, for Hell's sake!" Hughes finally gave up on God.

"Unfortunately, you and that book are intertwined. Forever." Stolas input. "Hugehs, I know this is difficult for you. You didn't want anyone to be killed on those days. Maybe not today, tomorrow, or whenever. But someday, this will save you."

Hughes fell into a pit of despair.

First he turns into a Terminator, and now a book with whatever sort of power is going to lead him to death. At least for him everything happening to him is pretty much close to death's door. Soon, he cries his despair like a baby.

"This really sucks…" Hughes said.

"Shh… Shh… Shh…" Stolas hugged Hughes. The two of them held on to each other's arms for a good minute until Hughes was done crying.

"It's alright, child…" Stolas kept him company. "Baby steps Hughes… Baby steps…" Stolas continued comforting Hughes from his despair.

"... You're not gonna diddle me or something are you?"

"No, NO! Of course not! I'm not that sort of demon!" Stolas now started to feel offensive from Hughes comment. "In fact, I already have someone in my life! And hopefully, we can have our relationship even further." Stolas moaned as he thought about the imp in his life.

Hughes looked back at on the database about the occupation.

He is both founder of I.M.P. and a divorced husband.

Hughes new quickly, Solas is Blitzo's booty call.

"Wow, the gender roles of this place are really aspiring for almost everyone down here." Hughes thought.

"On the plus side," Stolas cooled down his temptation. "There is some good new about your recoevery."

"And just what is the good news?" Hughes asked with a monotone.

"Most of the surgery to your prostethic limbs are the only causes. As of all your organs, aside your right eye, are all perfectly functioned!"

Hughes heard some good news.

But the main question is one part of his body he needs to know.

"So... does that mean-"

"Yes, your penis is perfectly fine!"

"Oh thank goodness- wait what do mean by that?"

Stolas flustered with a certain a flirtatious tone.

"Stop it, you're creeping out!"

And so, Hughes was fully recovered, sort of.

Few days later...

Hughes didn't know how he got the grimoire in the first place, but now it's forever with him. He was given a gift from Stolas himself. An interdimension satchel which he will place all items inside. Anything he thinks of while going into the satch will grant him the things he wants. And because he can't call his grimoire, he knows where he can get it.

After his recent recovery, Hughes was dropped off at Pride City.

Hughes sighs with relief finally back to his own shack he built. Even though Hell isn't a great place, including the Cleansing, the shack is the only place without any disturbance.

"Hughes," Stolas stopped the cat.

"Yes, Sir Stolas?" Hughes looked back.

"Remember what we've discussed." Stolas gave him the memo. "The Cleansing, the grimoire, your condition, no one needs to know. Just live your life settled." Stolas gave Hughes the best way of living without any harm.

"... I understand! Thanks Stolas!" Hughes said to Stolas.

"No… Thank you, Hughes."

Hughes didn't understand why Stolas should be the one to be grateful. It was best to not question it since it's Stolas.

Stolas went back home.

He took a step into his household; his smile faded into concern.

"I want to tell you, but then it will be worse." Stolas said, looking into his grimoire.

One week later...

After his full recovery, Hughes returned to his office a week later.

Blitz was crying badly about not being specific, Millie and Moxxie were being sweet for Hughes' encouragement for helping people from safely not dying, and Loona she didn't show any worry but suddenly she stopped calling him a Pussy.

Everything is now more settled than ever.

So far, Hughes is living the dream.

Later in the evening, everyone left the building. And of course Hughes stayed behind finishing up his final paperwork.

"Needless to say, I keep her in check… She was a bad-bad, nevertheless…Callin it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck… Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck… Ooh-Ooh-Ooh~ Some things you just can't refuse~ She wanna ride me like a cruise~ and i'm not tryna lose~"

Hughes is enjoying the music as he finishes up his own workload. Afterwards, everything has been piled into finished paperwork.

Hughes finished up his work. He soon grabbed all his stuff at his office desk with his satchel.

Suddenly, the book fell out of the satchel.

"Huh…?" Hughes looked at the book. "I didn't know it could slip out." He said looking at the book. "Well, I can't just-"

Oath…

A strange murmur demanded Hughes.

Hughes looked over left and right if anyone was inside the building. He stepped out of the office seeing if there was a voice out there calling him.

Commit your oath… and become…

Hughes still couldn't see the person asking him to do the one thing. Hughes looked at the book glistening from the lights.

"I mean… What kind of oath is there…?" Hughes gotten curious of the pledge. Then he had a thought.

Um… I… Pledge of allegiance… to the… Seven Rings…

Of the realm of Hell…

Into the… Hierarchy from which… All Sinners Stands…

One… Uhm… Ring… Under… Satan…

And the… Injustice for all…?

It was a complete moment of silence.

And very awkward.

"What pledge and what oath?" Hughes asked himself. "I'm starting to think this book isn't even gonna be a bother- ow!" Hughes cut himself from the sharpened edges by accident.

With just a drop of blood.

The book reacted.

The room was flashing lights and soon dimmed. The book was shining into a green light in the darkened room. The book started to make the whole room float. And then every part of the room was shaped into different forms. Forms which made the floors and walls looked like waves from top to bottom. Finally, all words have been placed into books. The type of words in different writings along with enchantments. As it gathered all the info, the whole room fell.

"... I'm gonna die…"

Hughes got out of the building and threw the book into the trash can.

"There!" Hughes is relieved. "That's that!" He said to himself running away from the book.

…

"Finally! Home at last!" Hughes said, leaning against his front door.

Suddenly, a door was knocking.

Hughes jump from fear.

Who could it be this late? What is it? Why are they here? Hope to Satan it's not the book?

Hughes wants to ignore the knocking his door but it may never leave until it is answered.

Hughes instinct was on alert.

Whatever threat is coming from the outside Hughes must be prepared for the worse.

Hughes hands were shaken with fear. He really wishes not to answer. However, Hughes was done being a little bitch in times like these. Having a second thought made Hughes opening his door.

And what appeared in front of him was a really tall red man.

"Hell-"

Shuts the door the first time.

Opens again.

"-lo~!"

Closes the door again.

"Go through the data..."

Hughes whispered himself looking through the data base with perfect picture he had captured.

Alastor

Death: 1933

Cause of Death: Dogs

Gender Male

Sexuality: Asexual

Species: Human/Sinner

Occupation:

-Serial Killer

-Radio Host

-Overlord

Threat Level: GTFO!

"WHY CAN'T I JUST HAVE ONE NORMAL DAY IN HELL!"

And so, Hughes peaceful days in Hell became limited.

TO BE CONTINUED...!

Hughes has encountered his first Overlord! What will the Top Cat do!?

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