Chapter 1
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The rain in Pentagram city was so hot it might as well have been acidic as a figure clad in dark semi loose fitting leathers with a cloak and a hood, walking with purpose down the streets of the hellish city on a personal mission… as well as to send a message. A message for a certain Overlord who has recently…overstepped his boundaries.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" A cool yet semi-professional female voice chimed into the receiver he had clipped to the side of his head, concerned.
A moment later another female spoke "Granted this has something to do with your family… doesn't mean you have to make it personal."
"These knaves made it personal when they abducted one of my dear hounds." the figure growled as he moved through the street bound for an infamous club belonging to a very, very specific Overlord.
"Besides, some of these sinners are becoming way too comfortable here in hell… I think it's time to remind them just why they are really here and I am more than willing to do so… by blade, and torment."
(XXX Studios)
Valentino, the Overlord of Lust and Depravity, the kingpin of the pornography industry, sat back in his chair, inhaling a puff from a cigar as he observed one of his star performers on stage.
Angel Dust…his "pride and joy," and one of the biggest moneymakers he had at the moment. Valentino let a perverse grin form on his face, showing his razor sharp yellow teeth in the process. He heard a ring from his hellphone and took it out before answering.
"What is it?" he asked in his oily insectoid voice.
"B-boss…we have a problem," said one of his people on the other line.
"What kind of problem?" Valentino asked in a low threatening tone.
"There's a couple people here that want to talk to you, but they don't have an appointment."
"Then tell them to piss off," Valentino replied, "Is that too difficult for you?"
"I did boss but…" the person on the other line got cut off before a new voice started speaking.
This voice was much more cool and sinister, "You have something that belongs to me Sinner." this voice was totally unknown to him, and while Val wasn't the easiest Overlord to rattle, but he could tell something was wrong here, "And I will be getting her back, sooner than you might think."
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but nobody threatens me and gets away with it," Valentino said, very pissed, "Now who are you?"
"Oh…you're about to find out," the voice replied before the line went dead.
Valentino growled before getting off his chair and motioning for his bodyguards to follow him. Unfortunately they wouldn't get too far as the lights to the entire club cut off. Many audible groans and shouts of irritation, confusion, and anger resonated throughout the club. Valentino clutched the gun he kept on his person at all times, a golden pistol, and his eyes darted around, looking into the darkness.
"I know this is you you little shit!" he shouted, "Get out here and show your face like a man!"
A couple seconds passed before a voice responded.
"Oh…I'll do much more than show my face…you pitiful excuse of a Sinner."
The voice seemed to come from every corner of the room. It also sounded like several individuals were speaking at once. A few voices Valentino recognized as belonging to his own staff. If Valentino's heart, if he even has one, was beating, it was like rapid fire. In the center of the club, a large red summoning circle appeared with a multitude of strange symbols around the rings. The circle began to glow in the center and suddenly a black mass of feathers shot from it. Several bodies jutted out and landed on the ground, looking disfigured, broken, and bleeding.
The Overlord recognized the bodies as belonging to his own people. The same ones that were calling him earlier.
What the actual fuck!? Valentino thought, Is this that Radio Demon's doing!? No…this ain't his MO.
Valentino's answer would come when a large raven-like beast emerged from the circle, with red piercing eyes staring directly at him. His bodyguards got in front of him and started firing on the beast, but the bullets didn't even reach it. Instead they shattered about an inch away. The beast gazed at them and they clutched their heads in pain. Soon their heads grew until they exploded in a bloody gory mess.
"What the fuck are you!?" Valentino demanded in a voice that mixed between fear and anger.
The beast gazed at Valentino before shrinking down to a more humanoid form resembling a male, still possessing a raven head and wearing a black cloak. Valentino pointed his gun at him before it began to heat up in his hand. Valentino hissed in pain before dropping the gun as it burned and melted on the floor.
"Valentino," the raven demon said, "you have taken one of my associates, and I'm here to make sure they return to me safely."
"Who the fuck do you think you are!?"
"Surely you're not ignorant as to whom you address," the raven replied with a raised brow, "Tell me…how familiar are you with the Ars Goetia?"
Valentino snarled in response before he spoke.
"So you're one of those royal types," he said, "What the hell would one of you want with me!?"
This was the wrong thing to say as the Raven lifted his hand and Valentino felt his windpipe getting crushed. He was clutching onto his throat in a desperate attempt to get his breath.
"Are you deaf as well as depraved?" the Raven asked, his eyes glowing red with growing fury.
As Valentino was trying desperately to breath, the raven heard a ringing in his pocket and took out his phone, still holding Valentino in place.
"What is it?"
"Sir. We've found her," said one of his people.
"How is she?" he asked.
"She's stable but…they really messed her up badly."
"I see…take her back to headquarters. I will meet with you once I've concluded my business here," the Raven said before hanging up, with a very light sigh of relief before he turned his attention back on the gasping Overlord, "It would seem you earthborns don't change much even in death. I would like to remind you why you are down here."
The Raven drew his own pistol, an ornate tainted steel magnum revolver. "You are here to be tortured and tormented for the sins of your mortal life, until you repent, change your ways and beg for forgiveness. However, that would only be true to those sinners that made a simple mistake in their lives that landed them here."
The smirk on his beak only grew.
"You made a life and a living out of sin, depravity and the junk you pumped into people sending them to their untimely demise. You are a career monster that will never change and should be tormented in the way in which you lived. Spreading that vile disease that you carried through debauchery. I know a few high level succubi that would love to get their claws into you and tear you apart."
Valentino's expression of horror soon shifted to anger as he let out a growl. One of his hands slowly shifted towards a secret gun hidden in his coat pocket.
"So that's why you're here? To punish me? Is that it!? Who the fuck do you think you are!?" he said with a snarl, "You think I care about the worthless fucks who fall to the wayside!? All that matters is power in this world, how I get it doesn't matter! Who the fuck are you to preach to me!?"
"You're far too noisy," the Raven cut in as he pointed his gun towards Valentino, "but it's to be expected from people-no, from insects who love the sound of their own voice."
That was the final straw as Valentino reached and drew his hidden pistol. Before he could point it at the Raven, however, he was pelted with a shot straight to his abdomen. Then another shot that took off one of his arms, and finally one that blew off one of his knees, making him stumble to the floor. Valentino howled in pain from each shot.
"Shit! Mother Fucking-! Fuck!" he shouted through gritted teeth.
"Of course you make even more noise," the Raven said, shaking his head.
"I'll kill you…you hear me you feathered bitch!? I'll kill you and everyone you fucking know!" Valentino swore.
"Oh…no you won't, and I'm going to tell you why," the Raven said, now kneeling down in front of him.
Valentino saw the Raven's eyes glow with nothing but pure unadulterated hatred at him. The kind of stare he would give at anyone who dared to cross him.
"I'll give you a little bit of info, those bullets are known as Tainted Rounds," he said, "I've had them manufactured specifically to kill YOUR kind. Your lot has been allowed to roam almost unabated for far too long. Things like these are meant to keep filth like you in line. So consider this your first, and FINAL WARNING."
Valentino's spine ran cold as the Raven continued to speak, it's otherworldly layered voice returning once again
"IF I SO MUCH AS EVEN SUSPECT THAT YOU'RE TRYING SOMETHING NEFARIOUS AGAINST EITHER MYSELF OR MY ASSOCIATES OR ANYONE EVEN REMOTELY AFFILIATED WITH ME IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM…I WILL MAKE YOU WISH THOSE TAINTED ROUNDS KILLED YOU."
The Raven stood back up and made his way towards the door before giving one last glance towards the stage. Sensing the one known as Angel Dust hiding, he could sense the fear and terror radiating from him. While there was no real love the Raven held for these Sinners, it would be a lie to assume he didn't feel pity for those who were true victims. With no more words to say, the Raven left the club, nothing but deathly silence following in his wake.
Sometime later the rather menacing raven's phone went off again he pulled it from his pocket and the malicious features that were present not that long ago melted away as he smiled and answered, "Hello my love, are you resting well?" The black raven's features morphed into that of a well groomed snowy owl, "I'm so sorry I missed you laying our egg, I… had family business to attend to…"
"It's okay hon," said the voice on the other line, belonging to a female, "I'm just glad you're okay. You'll have plenty of time to see the eggs when you get back."
"I look forward to-! Wait…eggs?" the Owl replied, catching his wife's use of the plural noun.
"That's right, you're going to be a father of twins," said the voice happily.
"Oh my dear Rose… I love you so much." he proclaimed as the smile on his beak only got wider.
"I love you too Max," Rosemary replied from the other line, "What time do you think you will be home?"
"Hopefully my business will conclude soon," Max replied, "I will let you know what happens."
"Okay…be safe."
"I will. I love you," Max said before hanging up.
Perhaps I should speak to Stolas, he thought.
He opened up a portal that led to the outside of his cousin's home. He had walked past the fountain and saw two Hellhound guards dressed in suits at the front door.
"Afternoon gentlemen," Max said to them.
They perked up and smiled.
"Ah. Lord Maximus," said one of them, resembling a wolf, "Nice to see you again."
"A pleasure Rufus," Maximus replied, "I trust you're both in good health."
"You know it sire," said the second Hellhound, looking like a doberman.
"I'm glad to hear it, Calvin. Is my cousin available?" Maximus asked.
"I believe so…but, you might wanna be careful," Calvin said, "You-know-who's been getting off her ass again if you know what I mean."
"Hey! Careful or she'll hear you!" Rufus admonished.
"At ease gentlemen, I'm aware of…her reputation,"
Maximus said, "May I?"
"Ah yes, best of luck to you," Rufus said as he and Calvin opened the doors.
Maximus nodded to them right before he ended up receiving…a potted plant straight to the face. His vision went dark afterwards.
"Maximus…Maximus!?"
He heard the faint voice as his vision soon returned to him. He opened his eyes and saw Stolas looking over him.
"Oh thank Lucifer you're alright!" Stolas said with relief.
"Stolas? What…what happened?" Maximus asked as he held his head. "Someone get the number on the ficus that hit me?"
"I'm so sorry Maximus," Stolas said having an ice pack on hand, "Stella's…more upset than usual."
"Considering that she's not around to apologize… I would like to say that's obvious." Max snarked accepting the ice, "The damned Peacock lives up to the nature of her kind. Arrogant, unnecessarily angry, and vain."
"Don't remind me," Stolas says with a groan, "Well, it looks like she won't be around for a while, so we have a chance to catch up."
"Got coffee?" the younger Goetia asked with a chuckle, "And an aspirin?"
A few minutes later, Stolas and Maximus were sitting in the kitchen. Maximus had taken some pills and had a cup of coffee in hand.
"So what did you want to tell me?" Stolas asked.
"Well…I'm going to be a father…twins," Maximus said.
"Oh my goodness that's great!" Stolas said, now having much brighter energy than before, "Oh did your wife send pictures? Did the eggs hatch yet?"
Max shook his head, "Not yet, she just laid them Stolas." he reiterated taking a sip of the cup of pure caffeine. "She's going to be laid up for a while… and I just got done dealing with the Studio… that bastard Valentino abducted one of my hounds."
"Oh dear, are they alright?" Stolas asked.
"They're stable," Maximus said, "I'll check on them once they're able to receive visitors."
"I see…"
"What's wrong?" Maximus said, noticing the change in Stolas' demeanor.
"Oh…nothing," Stolas replied.
"You and I both know you're not the best liar Stolas," Maximus said, "Tell me what's wrong."
"I…I messed up," Stolas said, "I cheated on Stella."
"You…you actually mustered up the courage to do such a thing?" Maximus asked with surprise.
"If it was just that then it wouldn't be too great of an issue…it's who I did it with," Stolas said, not looking Maximus in the eye.
"...it wasn't Andrealphus was it?" Maximus asked. Not able to stand Stella's frosty overly flamboyant peacock brother.
"Not a snowball's chance in here," Stolas said, completely stone faced.
"Then who was it?"
"...you remember Blitzø?" Stolas asked.
"You mean the Imp that your father 'bought' to be your friend? What about…Stolas," Maximus said as the realization dawned on him.
"It was a heat of the moment thing! I-I wasn't thinking straight!" Stolas said, covering his face with his hands.
The younger of the two sighed, "I get that the family technically owns him, I get that he's your best friend, having him around just to maintain your friendship is one thing, but by our Fallen King, Stolas…" he stood up keeping his composure, and started to pace a bit. He was not going to roast his cousin anymore than Stella was already doing… all he could be was supportive. "He's a family friend, which is fine, because as you know I consider several of the hounds in my care my siblings."
"Many would consider that one of your many endearing qualities," Stolas commented.
"However, it doesn't change the fact that what you did could have disastrous consequences if this escalates," Maximus continued, "Does Octavia know about this? I mean she's seen her mother's toxic attitude towards you before, now she might have to deal with that Peacock trying to kill you."
Stolas let out a tired anguish sigh as the weight of the situation was coming down on him.
"This will break her heart," he said, "I never wanted her to get dragged into this. I've tried so hard to make sure she's had a happy life…"
"Which she still can have, if you-pardon the vulgarity." Max gave Stolas a firm look, "Find your balls, and your words and explain it to her. Stella has been grinding you down since your sex drive appearingly shut down." He sighed and ran his hand through his own plumage, "I can always help you find your spine again… you usually do with blade in hand."
"You wish to spar with me again?" Stolas asked, "Oh dear. I feel I've grown a bit rusty, I'm afraid."
"I doubt it would take much to get that rust out of your system," Maximus said, "Besides, I doubt the alternative of wallowing in your mistakes is the better alternative."
"Speaking of mistakes…"
"What now?" Maximus asked.
"He…has the grimoire."
…
"You. Cannot. Be serious," Maximus said, his eye twitching, barely containing the rage of his cousin's lapse in judgment.
"I've been meaning to call him but…I've been dealing with her," Stolas said, referencing Stella again.
Maximus sighs, regaining his quickly fracturing composure before speaking again, "Just go grab your sword and meet me in the courtyard. If this conversation continues I might end up knocking myself out just so I can forget."
Maximus and Stolas stood outside in the courtyard, with Stolas having removed his robes and donned his fencing uniform.
Max didn't change much; he simply removed his cloak, and summoned his sword, a simple sharpened rapier with a tapered tip. "This is the best way I know to get those emotions of yours really going and to really get your confidence built up. Your words must carry the same weight and power as your strikes do."
"Right," Stolas said as he wielded his rapier and pointed it at Maximus, "EnGuard!"
Maximus smiled before quickly rushing forward, pointing his sword towards Stolas' face. Stolas avoided the strike and brought up his sword to deflect. He quickly then thrust his blade forward, but Maximus quickly stepped back to avoid a hit. Stolas continued his attack, trying to jab towards Maximus' head multiple times, but Maximus broke past Stolas' guard and knocked his rapier out of his hand before bringing the blade towards Stolas' neck.
"That's my win," Maximus said, "Let's continue."
Stolas picked up his rapier before getting into a stance once again. This time he took initiative and tried to go for Maximus' torso, but Maximus deflected the attack with ease. Stolas raised his blade to bring it down towards Maximus' head, but before he could counter, Stolas stopped his blade and quickly went for Maximus' knee. Maximus quickly brought his blade to counter, just barely avoiding a strike. The two Goetia continued to clash several times. A couple times resulted in sparks flying between their blades.
They clashed once again, resulting in a blade lock, but Maximus side-stepped, causing Stolas to lean forward, nearly succumbing to his own momentum. Stolas stumbled forward with Maximus using this as a chance to trip him. Stolas fell to the ground and turned to see Maximus pointing his sword at his face.
"My win again," Maximus said before helping his cousin up.
"You're not rusty. Your judgment is just impared by everything you've been through… so use it." he stepped back and took a readied stance, "Use that pain, push through it, overpower me and break my sword! You're a prince of hell, now act like it!"
Stolas stood up and took his sword once again. His grip on the hilt tightened before he took a deep breath. He stared Maximus down and got into a stance. Maximus could see a red aura form around his cousin as he got into a stance himself. He was ready to attack and Stolas responded in kind. Their blades clashed once again, the force resulting in a small wave of air that caused many of the fallen leaves to fly high into the air. The two of them stood frozen for a moment…before Maximus' blade broke in two.
Maximus smiled.
"See? You can assert yourself," he said as he gingerly picked up the blade to his rapier, holding the separated segment close to where it snapped off.
Within a couple seconds, the sword repaired itself.
"Let's keep going," Stolas said, "I still have a lot to get out of my system."
"Of course," Maximus said, his smile shifting ever so slightly, as if he was hoping for this.
Some chalk it up to the chaotic nature of demon kind, but deep inside every single one of them, no matter how hard they try to suppress it…is the urge for battle. Their spar would go on for at least another hour before they agreed to end it. While both Goetias were satisfied with the results, the courtyard was in slight disarray. Fissures and cracks appeared on the ground and the walls were slightly damaged.
"Apologies for the damages," Maximus said, rubbing his shoulder.
"Nothing a spell or two won't restore," Stolas said.
"A spell you cannot use without that grimoire," Maximus pointed out, "Which brings me back to that. You and I both know that Blitzø having that book will only end badly."
The Prince then let out a sigh, "Then what would you advise Max? He claims to need it for his Business."
"A business that requires the use of an artifact that allows access to the domain of the living…" Max paused to note that the only thing a demon would really do with limitless access to the living world was to interfere with it, "He's killing people, possibly on the whim and employee of sinners wanting the opportunity of revenge. Damn it! This is not the same as the Succubi going up to perform their duties. They entice souls into becoming sinners, and they're legally licensed to do so!"
Stolas wanted to retort, but the words wouldn't come. He took a moment to think before an idea popped into his head.
"I've got it! You can be their supervisor!" he said, beaming.
"Excuse me?"
"Of course, you can give them a license and go through the paperwork so that way they don't get in trouble, and this can lessen the risk of this coming back to us," Stolas explained.
"That's risky Stolas," Maximus said, "Even if it did work there's a strong chance of this backfiring tremendously. Especially if my memory of Blitzø serves me correctly."
"That's why I know you can make it work. You've always been resourceful. Much more than most of our family," Stolas said.
"Stolas, my dear Cousin." Max grinned and looked at the elder Prince, "On her best day, your Daughter is more resourceful than you are." of course, he meant this as a light hearted barb, but also to remind him that his words can still cut the one he's closest to without meaning to do so.
"And that's one of the many reasons as to why she's my darling little Starfire!" Stolas said, blissfully unaware of the verbal jab.
Maximus took out his phone and called one of his associates.
"Yohana? It's me. Have an infiltration team ready," he said, "We're going to be paying someone a visit…no it's not your grandfather again."
"Uh…Max? What do you need an infiltration team for?" Stolas asked, getting a bit concerned.
"I just want to make sure your friend fully understands the situation he's gotten himself into," Maximus said, his smile growing devious.
"Oh Moxxie I'm so proud of you!" Millie said, hugging her distraught husband.
"Yep! Not only did we kill that skank, but Moxxie learned the valuable lesson of not fucking up," Blitzø added.
"Which goes to show that killing people is fine as long as they tried to kill you first," Millie said.
"That's messed up…but I paid for it," Mrs. Mayberry said as everyone in the office laughed.
"Yeah! Fuck that family," Blitzø said before eating his slice of cake.
After dealing with a family of cannibals, Blitzø had ordered a cake labeled "Killed The Bitch" on it to celebrate.
The moments after were pure utter chaos, the group of ragtag killers had let their guard completely down to the point they didn't notice the activity outside their office. The door suddenly flew open, nearly coming off its hinges only to be followed by a small cylindrical device, which detonated with a blinding flash and deafening bang, to completely stun the assassins as professionally trained and armored security troops burst in weapons ready. They even came out of Blitzø's office and the conference room, shattered glass could be seen behind them, stunned bodies were thrown to the floor, and promptly searched at gunpoint.
"WHAT THE CHICKEN FRIED FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Blitzø shouted.
"WHAT KIND OF BUSINESS IS THIS!?" Mrs. Mayberry asked.
"What did you do this time sir!?" Moxxie asked.
"I didn't do shit!" Blitzø retorted.
One of the troopers had pinned Loona down when she tried to claw at one of them.
"Get off of me you creep!" Loona shouted.
"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER!" Blitzø shouted.
A loud sound like the snapping of fingers echoed around the room, getting their attention. They turned and saw a grey snowy owl with a black suit and trench coat walk right in. Were it not for the obvious differences, Blitzø would've had him confused for Stolas. Next to the owl was a tall nine tailed fox demon. She had a dark amber skin tone with bright orange hair held in a ponytail. On the top of her head were a pair of fox ears. Her eyes were orange with red sclera and she wore a black suit and a crimson tie. On her cheeks were three purple streaks that seemed to resemble whiskers.
"Have you recovered it?" Maximus asked.
"Yes sir," one of the troopers said, popping out of Blitzø's office with the grimoire in hand.
"Excellent," Maximus replied before taking the grimoire.
He then summoned a portal and tossed the grimoire into it before it closed.
"So you're the Immediate Murder Professionals," he said, giving them an analytical stare.
"Yeah! What's it to ya!?" Millie growled.
"Millie shush!" Moxxie pleaded.
"Taking a tone with me in your position is most unwise, madam," Maximus said before turning to Blitzø, "It has been quite a while since we last spoke, so I'm not surprised that you wouldn't remember me…Blitzo."
"Hey! The 'o' is silent now!" Blitzø replied.
"So I've been told," Maximus said, "Do you not remember me?"
"Tch! Why would I!?"
"Surely you remember our meeting thanks to Stolas," Maximus added.
"Stolas? Did he put you up to-! Wait…wait wait wait, it's coming back to me," Blitzø said.
"MAXI-PAD!?"
…
The utterance of that name resulted in the troopers and the fox demon suppressing Snickers and giggles. Maximus' eye twitched in annoyance.
"Maximus. Maximus Pa-Leon Ars Goetia."
"Well what the hell is this about!? And can you get these chucklefucks off of us!?" Blitzø asked/demanded.
Maximus nodded to the troopers and the five of them were allowed to stand once again and dust themselves off.
"This should go without saying, but you will NOT be using my cousin's grimoire any longer," Maximus said.
"What!? Oh hell no! I didn't pipe down that rich bird puss just to get this chance taken away from me!" Blitzø said, his eyes glowing with anger.
"You didn't let me finish," Maximus said, his eyes glowing as well, causing the Imp to recoil.
"You're lucky that your actions haven't gotten the attention of our King, otherwise getting raided by my team would be the least of your concerns," he continued, "Now while you're no longer able to use Stolas' grimoire, that does NOT mean I'm shutting down your operations."
"S-so what does that mean sir?" Moxxie asked.
"At least one of you has some manners," Maximus said, "That means that in order for you to continue operating, you will be doing so under proper supervision. MY supervision."
"Oh great," Blitzø groaned.
"You can disapprove all you like, but unless you want to endure eternal torment or even execution, then I suggest you play ball," Maximus said, "What I'm offering is quite nice, all things considered."
"What would we need to do?" Millie asked.
"You'll need an official license, since you're technically operating illegally."
"Wait…WE DIDN'T HAVE A LICENSE!?" Moxxie shouted, turning to Blitzø.
Blitzø looked away from them, a bit sheepish.
"Eheh…didn't really think about that," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Brain shooting more blanks than your manhood?" The Goetic demon barbed, "No I'm not gay, my cousin made you the topic of our sparing match earlier, you're quite dear to him… so he requested that I do this for him. I care about his well being so I agreed… he's not in the best of places emotionally or even socially."
"Yeah. Sure I am," Blitzø said with a scoff, "Enough for a good fuck at least."
"Regardless of your feelings on the matter, my cousin was the one who actually suggested this. I would've more than likely just arrested you four and gone about my day," Maximus said, "So here's the deal. You work under me, get an actual license to enter the living world legally, and the King himself won't be demanding your heads on pikes. Does that sound fair?"
"Absolutely!" Loona, Moxxie, and Millie said in unison.
"What-!? You three-!? Ugh…fine," Blitzø said, crossing his arms and grumbling.
"Excellent," Maximus said, "As for you miss?"
"Mayberry sir," Mrs. Mayberry said, still looking incredibly nervous.
"Do you have a first name, madam?"
"Matilda sir," Matilda replied.
"The reason why I'm not leveling actions against you is purely because you had no knowledge of this, am I right?" Maximus said, making her nod in confirmation.
"Good. You are free to leave," he said, gesturing to the door.
"Er…actually um…I do have an issue though," Matilda said, making Maximus raise an eyebrow.
"I…kind of spent the majority of my money on their services," Matilda said pointing to the IMP group, "And…I don't have a job."
"You want one or something?" Blitzø asked.
"If…if it's not too much trouble."
"Once the license is completed and additional paperwork is finalized and completed, you can apply if Blitzø here is hiring," Maximus said.
"Well uh…I mean, I guess an extra pair of hands wouldn't kill anyone," Blitzø said.
"Oh thank you so much," Matilda said, overjoyed, "I promise I won't make you two regret it."
"I'm sure you will not Matilda," Maximus said, his expression much more gentle than before, "I assume you have a place to live?"
"Yes, although I'll need to pay the rent in a couple of weeks," Matilda replied.
"I'll have that taken care of until you've earned enough working here," Maximus said, "Now then, I have to get to work. Since you're the owner of this company Blitzø, you'll need to come with me to make sure everything is in order."
"Fine, fine," Blitzø said.
Soon the both of them, alongside the fox demon Yohana left, leaving the other four in the care of the troopers.
What the fuck did we get into? they thought.
Kira192015: And so ends the first chapter of the newest addition of Helluva Fighter. Sorry for taking so long to get this one out folks. Also sorry for not having Dakken show up. But we figured it would be better to start this story off from a different angle instead of simply retreading old ground by giving you the same introduction over and over.
WingCommanderWhitewolf: Also changing up Max's lineage, and a few bits regarding his status, even his Marriage. Trying to make him seem LESS of a stiff for a character, making him more dynamic with his abilities as well as his primary and secondary appearances. Not to mention the recent revelation and evolution of the Stolas/Blitzo connection… trying to play it a certain way while hopefully staying true to the creator's vision.
Kira192015: Granted that doesn't mean we won't be adding some of our own original elements in order to spice things up. We also want to have our own flavor of fun. But hopefully y'all enjoy this first chapter, leave your comments and thoughts and we'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as our schedules allow it.