The Following is a work of Fanfiction and M+ Rated for Mature Audiences! Contains offensive humor, intense violence, and EXTREMELY Horny Demons! SO, YEAH, THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN!

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Last time, on Helluva Hazbin Hotel Z!

Hughes reincarnated as a Cat!

Hughes Worked With IMP!

Hughes Massacre a Raid of Exterminators!

Hughes Turned into an Android!

Hughes is going to become Gumbo Stew!

And now... Back to the story... The part where Hughes becomes gumbo stew... by an Overlord...

"Stolas! Stolas! Come in Stolas! There's a strawberry pimp who happens to be an Overlord outside of my house, and he's right in front of my door, and according to the database he's also a fan of cannibalism, you have to get me outta here!"

"Hello, you have reached StarSixNine Hotline~ Pick your variety of choice of Hells most sexiest lustiest craviest Demons of Hell... 'Come and get the Big Man Asmodeus From groin to bust~'... 'I may be small, but I got the arms for your bountiful Pleasure... Fizzoroli'... 'Daddy and Family disapprove of me, but I can suck your dick like no Spider Has Done Before... Angel Dust~"

Hughes intensively destroyed his phone for all the shit he can't do in Hell even when it's an emergency.

"Why... Can I Not... Get... One... Decent... Phone Call... That doesn't involve... HORNY DEMONS!"

Knock... Knock... Knock...

Hughes had some thoughts.

If he's a threat he could've killed him right there. However, he seemed to just be greeted politely like a gentleman. Hughes is starting to feel a bit of a dick for assuming Alastor may eat him. Unless that is really Alastor's intentions.

Hughes took deeper breaths.

He grabbed the door handle.

But before he can, he makes sure his surroundings are worth using to kill.

"Stolas, if I die this is on you..." Hughes said to himself, opening the door.

"May I speak now?"

"... You may-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you little boy! It is a real pleasure! Or should I say it's a real Honor!" Alastor let himself inside the Hughes shack he had built for months. "I had to meet you to say you have made a wonderful performance with those Fallen Angels!" Alastor laughs with enthusiasm. "What an outstanding performance! Why I haven't seen such entertainment since the Stock Market Crash of 1929! HAHAHAHA!" Alastor continued laughing about his love of live performance.

"...Um... Right... those were the years..." Hughes said nervously. "Um, so what uh... What brings you there?" Hughes asked while observing the surroundings.

"Well, first, I'd like to give you this!"

Alastor pulled out Hughes Grimoire he threw out.

"EEEEEEEKKKKKK!" Hughes screams like a little girl seeing the horrors of the grimoire.

"I know! I was excited too!" Alastor admitted. Hughes froze for a minute in panic. He didn't care for a minute about the ongoing chattery from the Radio Demon himself. The grimoire is the one thing in his mind.

It needs to be destroyed!

Hughes grabbed the book and threw it from afar.

"There!" Hughes yelled in anger. "Do Not! Freaking Go After It!" Hughes threatened the Radio Demon.

"No need to!" Alastor scoot from the right. "What's the saying goes... 'they always come back...'" Alastor said.

"Wait what are you-" Hughes looked at his left hand.

The book is on the palm of his hand.

"AH!" He screamed. Hughes tried burning but then remembered it's invulnerable. "I will destroy this with my anger!" Hughes grabbed the nearest weapon he could get his hands on.

Turns out to be a chainsaw... the chains were busted.

As Hughes tries to assimilate the grimoire Alastor was having a laugh. Seeing Hughes being overprotective of his life shows full immaturity of taking the responsibility he has to deal with. It ain't humiliation, but this was more entertaining than those lost souls of the Cleansing.

"Are you finished?" Alastor asked, seeing the tiresome feline.

"Just... One..." Hughes made one final suggestion of the book's good riddance.

Hughes stepped outside leaving Alastor all alone in his shack. As Hughes went out Alastor observed the little shack. It looked well built for an amatuer crafter, only one sink, a shower with a toilet inside the little vacant room, A bed near the small vacant restroom, and of course a hot plate for when he can cook his meals. This little shack is only big enough for a studio apartment in New York. It really reminded him of the times when outsiders from different foriegn countries arrived to start fresh in America. Where Alastor used to live, back in the day, they would just pull out a shotgun for outsiders.

"Ha!" Hughes returned. "I finally got rid of that book! And there is no way in Hell it will ever come back!"

"How good are your instincts?" Alastor asked the little high and mighty feline. "... Duck!"

"Um, actually, I'm a cat- AH!" The grimoire was thrown behind Hughes' head.

Hughes finally gave up and lay down on the ground from defeat. This book is going to be the death of him is what's crossing his mind.

"I like you! What's your name, child?" Alastor asked with his hand out.

"... Hughes... That's my name..." He answered with sorrow. "Hey, can you just do me a favor?" Hughes asked using his prosthetic arms reaching for the nearest silverware. "Can you... Just eat me already, I think it's finally time for me to end my life right here and now... and, please, take your time to devour me, I want my final moments slow and deadly while I think..." Hughes grabbed the salt and pepper on the side for the dish.

"Haha, No! I'm not a fan of eating Felines or Canines!" Alastor throws the only silverware Hughes has in his house.

"Then why... are you here?" Hughes made no eye contact. He lay face down, giving up on destroying his grimoire.

"Why, to give you my support of course!" Alastor explains to Hughes who was picked up like a pet. "You see child, I am somewhat in an investment with a business with the princess of Hell, and for the past year we aren't doing so well with business. Which doesn't bother me because I enjoy the look on their faces when a brilliant idea comes to the pits of failure!" Alastor savors the taste of false success. "Soon, I am rather bored in this world; something new must be happening than a business venture, and that's when you came in the cleansing!"

Alastor made the whole room into a live theater of Hughes' actions. It has been a hectic night for Hughes on that day. Surviving the Exterminators, making sure no one dies, and of course using his unexplained abilities against them. In the theater, Alastor was given a little story of his own; a time when he had his special abilities just like Hughes.

"Ah, Yes, I remember when I manifested in Hell back in 1933... In fact, my abilities were unexplained... On my first night, I had unimaginable abilities like no other Sinners in the realms of Hell... So powerful, in fact, I can kill off powerful demons of this world with just a snap of my fingers... My abilities have trampled all over Hells Seven Rings making a brief havoc of carnage with just a public broadcast... That's when I was given the title, The Radio Demon... Furthermore, I was given the title as one of Hell's Overlords... But because they were all into politics and different ideals, and I have no intention of making any difference in Hell... I am a free person who can do as I please!"

"You see, Hughes, it doesn't have to be a forceful job," Alastor finished his stories of his past. "Demons are meant to be ambitious to cease their moment, desires! We should choose how we live and can do whatever we want with our abilities. Maybe even use it for the main purpose of Hell. Power, Wealth, and of course, Lust!"

Hughes nervously swallows his spit.

"Just a thought." Alastor his lecture and advice for Hughes who is scared shitless of what Alastor was getting at.

If Hughes has somewhat an ability like Alastor why wouldn't he kill off Hughes now?

Hughes has the ability to kill off an Exterminator, which shows a higher threat for Alastor. And yet, Alastor doesn't really mind having a casual chat with Hughes.

"You see, my point is, Hughes." Alastor placed him on his bed with a chin up. "Even though you have this amazing gift everyone would dream of, it doesn't mean you should take any sort of action." Alastor suggested for Hughes. "Maybe you have a book for a reason, and so do your abilities. But that doesn't mean your peaceful life ends there. It's just taking a certain responsibility. It's whatever you want, no one has to force you to do what they say. There are no bad choices." Alastor was finished facing Hughes' dilemma.

"Do you understand, Hughes?"

Hughes really wanted to just leave everything behind. He really doesn't want to live a life with his misery. However, Alastor has a point for what he was explaining. Hughes doesn't have to take full responsibilities with his powers, rather it's pretty much his choice for how he uses his book or powers, and no one in Hell is asking him for help.

But he can never ignore someone who's in pain.

Maybe he does have responsibilities.

Maybe there really is a reason to have the book and powers.

And when the time is right, he really should take action.

Afterall, humans, Sinners, Cats, whatever it doesn't matter.

In the end, they are people too.

And he knows he was never raised to be an asshole.

"... I understand, Sir Alastor." Hughes answered with formality.

"Good!" Alastor was pleased. "Now, I better be off!" Alastor plans to depart. "If you ever need anything, please, use this programming." Alastor gave him a card with his FM number. "And another thing," Alastor looked back at Hughes from above.

"Do think of what I had explained, since you're living in Hell you might as well give everyone an outstanding performance! Afterall, the world's a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment!" Alastor gave quotes advice for Hughes. "I look forward to your entertainment, Hughes!"

Alastor disappeared in front of Hughes' door.

Hughes finally lay back on his bed with all relief. He was scared shitless; and he was hoping Alastor wouldn't eat him alive. And he didn't, so thank goodness for Hughes. Though, what Alastor explained to him was supportive. A power like Hughes can actually give him a title if he wanted to. This was something Stolas should have warned him about. However, maybe it's because Stolas was never to intervene in any sort of situation with Hughes anymore since he used up the one wish Stolas gave him.

"Hell is such a bizarre place..." Hughes said to himself on his mattress. "I wonder if I can really live peacefully down here...?" He didn't want to think too much of the world or the secrets of his abilities.

At the end of the day he just dozed off sleeping with his grimoire.

Later...

"... Hughes~" A voice was calling him.

"Hughes~ Hughes~ Hughes~" The voice got closer into the cat's head. "If you don't wake up~"

Hughes opened his eyes. What was a silhouette on top of his bed is a person. A person he hadn't seen for quite a while.

And what caught him by surprise was a kiss.

Hughes didn't know if this was a dream. Right now he's just tired from a whole night of craziness. Next thing coming, something hard touched against the mystery maiden's chests.

"Oh my, are you excited to see me after the past weeks?"

Hughes got up and went straight against his bed frame.

"M-m-m-miss Cherri!?" Hughes is completely flustered from what just happened. So flustered in fact, his erection was no joke when he was enjoying the so-called dream.

"W-w-w-what are you do- How did you- Why are you-" Hughes stopped for the moment looking at Cherri Bomb. Hughes looked at Cherri paying close attention to a different subject. Cheeri's eye had only one intention and it wasn't Hughes' cute reaction.

"So, you are excited to see me." Cherri commented looking at Hughes groin.

"Ah-" Hughes immediately covered his erection away from Cherri. "U-u-well, you caught me off guard! I was just... dreaming..." Hughes was once again caught off guard as Cherri wrapped her arms around Hughes from behind.

"You look great..." Cherri complimented Hughes' new adjustments. "A bit upset for your eyes, and limbs." She said with an upset look.

"Well... They're not as bad as you could imagine." Hughes made his limb loopty-loop. "That said... It's good to see you... In fact, I was worried." Hughes couldn't say face to face since his hormones got to him.

After hearing him worry about Cherri's whereabouts, Hughes was given closure from Cherri. She ended up treating Hughes like a pet. Hughes was given a certain touch from Cherri's finger petting his chin. Strangely Hughes' cat instinct was getting his tail to wiggle-waggle from left and right. And then the purring began.

"Look at you," Cherri said, petting him. "Worrying for a girl like me... happy to see I'm alive... and can massacre a whole army by yourself... You're a strange one..." Cherri kept complimenting him.

And for Cherri, it was a strange feeling she hadn't felt for a long time.

"Well... Why shouldn't I be...?" Hughes asked her. "We're practically friends." Hughes answered.

"... Just friends?" Cherri asked, turning Hughes head towards her.

"Uh... Well..." Cherri looked at Hughes' eyes.

For a moment, it was like something had sparked into her heart. As for Hughes, something else had sparked into him, but very mentally.

"Hughes... I made a promise... If you survive... And I'm here to keep it... But now... Something else comes to mind..." Cherri explained herself to Hughes who was getting a strange ache into his heart.

The vision he sees for himself was like looking into a film. Just like Alastor had performed with his magic, Hughes was getting his own vision. Hughes really wanted to stop Cherri but his own conscience was getting to his own personal life. If Cherri really wanted him, Hughes should be alright for this, but it will just get to him badly.

The moment they kissed, Hughes' humanity was standing on bloodied corpses.

"NOOO!"

Cherri stood in shock.

Hughes was starting to breathe badly. His intentions pulled him out of what could have been a comeback of what Alastor was talking about.

"Please... I... I... I..." Hughes stopped himself from making the same mistake.

Hughes couldn't stop crying after what he had envisioned. It was a huge weight on his heart. It really traumatized him.

"... Hughes..." Cherri looked at Hughes with worries. "Is it... Is it me?"

"No! Of course not!" Hughes stopped her. "It has nothing- No, it does- I- I just-" Hughes was almost close to vomiting his PTSD.

Cherri insisted on helping him by bringing him outside. It took a couple of minutes, but Hughes had come back to his senses.

"I'm sorry," Hughes apologizes.

"It's fine." Cherri forgives him for his outburst. "It's my fault for being forceful..." Cherri blamed herself.

"No, it's not you..." Hughes stopped her from denial. "I just... old wounds..." Hughes explained wiping off his eyes and mouth.

"It's fine..." Cherri said solemnly. "I'll... Just be going... My mistake... I guess it was all in my head to meet you again..." Cherri only one good eye was starting to water before leaving. "I... really wanted to continue after what we went through... I don't know... maybe it was something else..." Cherri stopped making excuses as she turn the other way.

"... Fuck..." Hughes whispered to himself.

Inside his heart, Hughes was feeling regret.

Hughes felt so embarrassed for doing this in front of a female. A female who is willing to throw herself for him. She is completely head over heels for him. Maybe because his hidden insanity of carnage is probably equal to her insanity blowing things up. It was strange to know a lady from Hell actually has the hots for a cat.

A cat.

The world is truly bizarre.

Hughes prosthetic hands stopped Cherri Bomb from leaving. Hughes stopped having these bad memories getting in his way; a true gentleman let a lady go off on her own at night. Hughes extended his legs to reach Cherri for closure.

"There was something... in the battlefield..." Hughes went back to being smooth. "And the last thing I want to remember ... is being with you!"

Cherri's heart was beating crazy. She turned back around seeing eye to eye.

"I want to fulfill your promise, but I was afraid... I just didn't want to make any mistakes..." Hughes explained to Cherri placing his hand on her face. "I don't know what you see in me, but I don't want bad things to happen between us, I don't want to hurt you... Or anybody... never again..." Hughes placed his head against Cherri's.

Cherri didn't understand what was going through Hughes' head, but something like this was looking at a reminiscence of her past when she entered Hell.

It was the past that haunts Hughes.

It was the past that Hughes got a PTSD; it was those days he doesn't want to repeat again.

"... Okay." Cherri answered. "If you are really that worried, for my sake, I won't have to force you." She said with a small giggle. "Man, I never knew you were ever a smooth talker." She laughed while cuddling him.

"Well... Papa and Mama always said to be gentlemen... and, well, treat women with kindness..." Hughes reel in his legs as Cherri holds onto him.

"Well, tell men, ..." Cherri asked the cat. "What should a gentleman do when a lady is in front of your door at night..." Cherri asked Hughes the biggest question.

Hughes nervously choked; Hughes tries not to be awkward for Cherri who is willing to wait for him conquering his old anxiety.

Or so he had thought as he made a huge mistake.

"... A cup of Coffee?"

The two of them stare at each other. Hughes' face is completely beet red for answering.

Cherri threw Hughes onto the mattress. Hughes had no resistance since he was back at it with his old habit when he was human. He laid down on the mattress looking at the beauty of a woman's body. Such a long time seeing a lady right in front of him to commence passionate fornication. Hughes' mind faded into a whole different mentality. Hughes was back being himself again since his death. Hughes let Cherri take the lead for the moment.

As they made out for a good minute, Cherri started removing each piece of fabric from top to bottom. Hughes also removed his buttoned vest and tie along with his slacks.

Of course they started by hand, then kept ongoing with thrusting their bodies passionately, and every position Hughes has done with her has made Cherri's world run wild.

At this point, Alastor might've been right about living with desires.

The Next Morning...

As the crack of dawn risen, Hughes felt arms wrapped around his head.

A crazy beautiful cyclops lady who is completely naked is cuddling Hughes like a body pillow. Her breasts were against Hughes face which made him a little flustered from the site of her body. Hughes got up before the alarm was about to set off. He looked at his side seeing the heartfelt bomber sleeping with a smile on her face.

"Oh Satan... What have I done..."

Hughes peaceful days in Hell... Is still limited.

TO BE CONTINUED...!

What will be the next outcome of Hughes life in Hell!?

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