AN: And were here with chapter 2! Mitzy and Milton are also DaniDraw's creation. They are the twins of Millie and Moxxie and best friends of Spiroz. Thanks again to Dani for letting me us their characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss. Spiroz, Mitzy, and Milton are DaniDraw's creation

Just like any other school day, Spiroz had to go through it with the usual bullshit. The mocking and secret name-calling from his peers while his teachers did nothing to stop it. Not that he tried telling them anymore since nothing was ever done. When gym came, it was dodgeball this week, and he was hit by every player on the opposite team and a few times by his teammates by "accident," as they called it. He was only grateful he wore a cup during the event, or else he wouldn't be having children of his own.

History class was also a horrible one to deal with because the teacher really was a racist prick who liked to bring up often the superiority of the upper-class races like Goetia and Fallen demons while constantly talking about the inferiority of the lower classes like Imp and Hellhound. Particularly, he spoke about the many failed Imp rebellions and how their descendants carried the sins of their forefathers that anyone with Imp ties, or Imp blood, should be treated with constant caution and distrust. He didn't even need to see his teacher glaring at him to tell that it was all a jab at him because of his half-breed status.

The only time he ever got any peace and quiet was when it was lunchtime, and he could sit on his own with an invisible spell around him. Sometimes Spiroz felt like his life would be a lot better if he had it on him all the time outside the house. He still wished he never stopped being homeschooled, but now it was too late. His fathers still encouraged him to make friends outside of his family or the twins, but that was impossible. Every school that Spiroz had gone to had the entire student body and staff either hate him or ignore him. He had tried, multiple times, to change their mind by trying to use his smarts to impress others, but they treated him like a geek or a cheat because the thought of someone with commoner blood in his veins couldn't be better than their perfect noble genes in their minds. He then tried to be social by joining clubs he thought were interesting, like an astronomy club or gardening club. Those that even bothered to accept him had him do boring stuff or treated him like an errand boy to get them sodas or snacks. They wouldn't let him do any actual stargazing or plant handling.

No, all his efforts did was make him more alienated, mocked, or bullied, so it became apparent to give up on even trying. What do I need other people for anyway? My parents, sisters, Uncle Moxxie, Aunt Millie, Mitsy, and Milton are enough.

So why did it still hurt every time he saw others having fun and laughing like they were having the time of their lives? Why did he cry at night in the silence of his room on a Friday night? And why couldn't he look at a mirror anymore without wanting to punch it?

The bell soon rang, and Sprioz sighed. Lunch was over, but he only had to deal with school for another few hours before he was free. Just as he turned his spell off and got up, he felt something grab him from behind and yanking him up into the air. "The fuck?!" He looked around and saw that the tree was holding him by the branches as if it was alive. Before he could consider what was going on, he was suddenly turned upside down and hanging by his legs as the other students were laughing at this and taking videos. He looked around for the one manipulating the tree until he saw a female green-skinned and haired demon in skimpy red clothing while roots and leaves covered parts of her body. Deadly flowers were growing in her hair of various colors, and she was cuddling next to Spiroz's favorite tormentor, Zolrick. Spiroz quickly recognized her as an Abduscius demon, a nature manipulator, and most likely Zolrick's latest girlfriend judging by how clingy they were.

"Hey, Freakio," Zolrick asked as he walked forward with his smug chick. "What's hanging?"

"Get me the fuck down, Zolrick!" Spiroz shouted while wincing at all the blood going into his head.

"Sorry, Freakio, but that's not me this time," Zolrick said as he nodded to his girl. "That would be Willow's work. So why don't you ask her? Maybe you say please, she'll do it."

Spiroz wanted to curse but held back and sighed. "Please, Willow. Let me down."

"Hmm, maybe I will," Willow said, pressing her finger against her chin. "Hey, Zol? Didn't you say you wanted to get some boxing practice in today? Well, why doesn't Spiro here be a good friend and help you?"

Spiroz paled upon realizing what this meant as Zoltrick grinned and raised his fists. "Why not? That big head of his works as a punching bag anyway."

Spiroz tried to cast something, but Zolrick had already started wailing on his face with both of his flaming fists. He jabbed, uppercut, crossed, and haymaker Spiroz over and over again with different combinations as the half-breed felt his beak bending in different directions as blood was sprayed all over the grass below. He could feel his cheek burning while his eyes nearly caved in from all the blows, all while doing so to a cheering crowd. The pain was too much for Spiroz, and he started crying, which only made the laughter even more intense before one final punch to the temple made Spiroz hear only the sound of ringing in his ears.

Finally, Willow dropped him on his back, but Spiroz was too damaged even to get up as the world seemed to be spinning around him. From what little he could see, that is. Zolrick said something to him while looking down, but the ringing in his ears just blocked everything out. He did get what the spit in his face meant, but considering how the saliva was mixed with his tears, it was hard to say where it landed on his face.

"I swear I will kill that son of a bitch. Just let me get a knife into his stomach or a shotgun in his face before I blow him into ashes!"

"Mitsy, I know you're angry and all, but could you please focus on cleaning the cuts?"

"Sorry."

Spiroz winced as his best friends, the twins known as Mitsy and Milton, helped him deal with the remaining scars on his face from his beating this afternoon. The school's nurse's work and some of his healing spells could fix most of the damage, but it left tiny scars that would be there for a few days until his demonic healing ability fixed it. He just needed to keep them clean and hide them with glamor to hide them from his parents. No doubt they would be demanding answers, and that would lead to things getting worse.

When the twins finished, Spiroz slowly got up and went to check his appearance in the mirror in his room. After inspecting it, he glanced over at the twins, who were giving him comforting smiles. One would be forgiven for thinking Spiroz was at least five or six times older than the twins due to their height difference, but he was only two years older in reality.

Mitsy was a perfect childish version of her mother, Millie, but kept her hair a lot smoother and longer than her mother usually did while keeping her horn design style. However, she had her father's dress style as she wore her bow tie suit much like him, only with blue instead of red. On the other hand, Milton had his white hair cut short save for a small puff of it over his forehead and his horn design, much like his father, Moxxie. He also was much more loose with his clothing, wearing a "Vectalica" shirt as it was his favorite metal band, ripped black jeans, and spiked wristbands. There was also one other difference between them: the weapons they had on his belts. Being raised by assassins skilled in weaponry, both kids had grown up loving certain types of killing others. Mitsy was daddy's little girl and was an expert shot, so she had several pistols, revolvers, and a double-barrel shotgun hiding on her. On the other hand, Milton took his mother's love of cutting things with at least half a dozen knives hidden in all sorts of places in his clothing, including a series of hidden blades under his wrists. The twins' only similarities were sharing their father's white freckles on their cheeks and their mother's eyes and nose shape.

"Thanks, sorry for making you come over here to help me with this," Spiroz said as he sighed and sat down near his computer desk.

"Relax, Spiro," Mitzy said as she happily waved her hand like it was no big deal. "We're always willing to help out. Plus, we were bored as shit, so we figured we'd come over and do something anyway."

"Yeah, with our parents doing an all-nighter with Uncle Blitz, I wasn't in the mood to just sit around the house all day either," Milton said, shrugging as he pulled out his cellphone.

Mitzy rolled her eyes. "That's a first for you. All you ever do is flip your knives around, look up boring poetry shit online, and listen to that crappy music of yours."

"Hey, My Homunculus Divorce has a lot more in-depth symbolism in their songs than you might think," Milton replied, glaring at his sister, who stuck her tongue out. "Besides, it's better than your pop-country crap."

"Anyway!" Spiroz said, interrupting before the two could have another bickering match. "Since our parents are busy, as well as both my siblings, what do you two want to do? Order pizza and watch a movie?"

"I thought you wanted to go stargazing tonight? Because of that big meteor showering coming in," Mitzy asked, crossing her arms.

"I did," Spiroz replied, grumbling as he narrowed his eyes. "But with my dads both busy, I can't go."

"Who says we can't?" Mitzy replied with a grin, and the boys looked at each other nervously. "What?"

"Whenever you say something, it always leads us to trouble," Milton said cautiously.

"Name one time that such a thing ever happened?" Mitzy asked with a scoff.

"Remember when you had us sneak into the Angel Emissary in our summer vacation to the capital city because you wanted to see if angels really had a hundred eyes and wings?" Spiroz asked, raising his eyebrow. "And how we got chased around by a half a dozen armed security guards before we managed to escape but still ended up grounded for half a year later afterward?"

"Hey, we could have gotten out of there without any problems if Milt here didn't fart in the hallway so loud it would have spooked an elephant!" Mitzy pointed out as she shoved her finger in the direction of her annoyed brother. "And all because he couldn't help himself to the buffet in the dining room."

"Not my fault angelic food is gassy..." Milton muttered with pink cheeks decorating his face.

"Anyway!" Mitzy said, clapping her arms. "Look, we all wanted to go see the meteor shower, right? So let's go to the usual place on Earth and do it? I mean, it's so far away from human civilization that nobody ever bothers coming there, so we don't need to worry about disguises and stuff. We can watch the stars for like two or three hours, come home, and head to bed without anyone realizing what happened."

"Brilliant plan, Napoleon. Only one problem, we don't have Prince Stolas's book to open a portal to the human world. That's back at the I.M.P. office," Milton pointed out.

"Yes, but just like with anything on paper, you can copy it," Mitzy said while pulling out a familiar-looking page from a particular location in a book that both boys had seen before. "Copied it when nobody was looking. Figured it would come in handy one day."

Spiroz took the image from his friend's hand and looked at it in detail. "Y-yeah, this is it. Has the instructions, words, and everything."

"And since you're the magical one among the three of us, I bet it will be a piece of cake for you to use it, right?" Mitzy asked cheerfully. "Come on! We can be back home before anyone notices."

Both Spiroz and Milton looked at each other before the former sighed and got up. "I'll get dinner prepared."

After setting up some sandwiches and a few other goods, Spiroz told the servants and guards not to disturb him and his friends as they wanted to have some private time. He even put a few privacy and warding shields around his room just in case. After texting both their parents asking how long they would be working—which would be a few more hours—the trio got ready, and Spiroz read the inscription just as the twins finished the rune circle. The portal soon opened via blue flames, and they saw their favorite stargazing field in the human world, untouched by any other.

Walking through it, Spiroz took a deep breath and sighed upon feeling the fresh, natural air. He always did prefer hanging out in the mortal plane than in Hell, and some of his best memories growing up were when his family would often take trips to the various exotic cities and locations of the planet. Humans seemed more interesting than demons (then again, most demons hated Sprioz), so he often looked up their books, music, history, and more. His Dad even joked that his son was more human than demons sometimes, but to Spiroz it was a compliment. If it weren't for the fact that demons were illegal to permanently live in the mortal realm due to the treaty between Heaven and Hell, Spiroz would build a house the moment he graduated.

"Looks like it's going to be a clear night tonight," Milton said as he carried their telescopes and other equipment for the meteor shower. "How long until it starts?"

"About thirty minutes," Spiroz said with a smile. After a long day of nothing but utter torture, he was glad that he was at least going to see the meteor shower as he wished, even if most of his family wasn't going to be with him. "Let's set everything up as fast as possible."

Just as they were about to do so, Spiroz's phone started to ring, so he walked over to answer it while the twins continued to work. "Hello?"

"Hey, Spiry!" Blitzo shouted as the sound of gunfire echoed in the background. "Just wanted to check in on you while we're taking on these Albanians! Your old man might beat his record in decapitations in this one! I'm at forty-seven!"

Spiroz rolled his eyes and smirked. "And yet you're still behind Aunt Millie and Loona's combined record of one-hundred and nine."

"Hey, I could have won that contest if they hadn't taken the good blades! Rapiers are shit for decapitating people!" Blitzo shouted as an explosion went off in the background, along with a high-pitched human screaming for his mommy. "Anyway, uh, just wanted to make sure you weren't too upset about your Father and me not going to the meteor shower."

"It's fine, Dad," Spiroz said while biting his tongue to hold off his small growing amount of guilt for lying. "Shit happens. Besides, you're not a big fan of this stargazing stuff like Father and me."

"Yeah, but... it's spending time with you that matters," Blitzo whispered, which made Spiroz's eyes widen. "Look, I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you. You're fourteen, and in a few more years, you're going to be an adult. I just want to spend as much time with you as possible. So how about we do something this weekend? Together?"

"I...Yeah, Dad. How about we go to the race track? See the ponies and watch them race?" Sounds great," Spiroz said with a big smile.

"Sweet idea, kiddo! And...Ah shit, okay looks like it's time to bring the big guns out. Sorry, Spiro. Gonna have to go now. See ya at breakfast tomorrow!"

The call hung up, but Spiroz just calmly turned his phone off and walked back to his best friends, who had everything set up. Mitzy noticed his smirk and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Spiroz said with a shake of the head. "Shall we begin?"

Just as Spiroz hoped, the star shower was quite a show. Since they were close to the radiant point, a lot of the fallen rocks appeared even closer than normal to the point where some of them seemed to be sailing right above them. It was a breathtaking sight that Spiroz and the twins looked at with wonder while eating their food. The dynamic patterns and trails they left behind were all the entertainment they needed. At the same time, Spiroz would happily point out things about each fall of the meteor and how to accurately predict them as his friends just sat and listened.

There was also a particular magical effect to these meteors that only supernatural creatures like them could feel. These meteorites were said to have a unique hidden orb inside of them known as mananite, which helped boost the magical properties of various objects combined with alchemy. This got the twins' attention as Mitzy then asked, "What kind of objects?"

"Oh, anything really," Spiroz answered with a smile as he raised his fingers. "Weapons. Armor. Clothing. Secret passages. Machines. The only thing that you're limited by is how much of it you can get. The more mananite you have, the more you can do with it, provided you can create a complex alchemic equation for it and the right materials and chemicals to unlock the features you want."

"Could you do it? Like, make something cool with it?" Milton asked, leaning over.

Spiroz rubbed the back of his neck and nervously smiled. "Well, I've had some decent success in small amounts of alchemy. But such an advance attempt would be-"

"I do not hear a no!" Mitzy said as she got up and looked ready to run out into the woods. "How close would those meteorite pieces be to us?"

"The closest would be about three to five miles, but not all of them would possibly have mananite, and the odds are-" Spiroz was interrupted as the two twins grinned and started heading off in the direction of where the meteorites were falling. "Wait a minute! Shouldn't we form a plan or something?!"

"Plan shmam! I want to find a mananite and use it to make my electric guitar shoot out lightning whenever I play it!" Milton shouted over his shoulder as he began to run.

"Yeah! And I want to use it on my bike to see if I can get it to fly!" Mitzy seconded.

Before Spiroz could stop them, they were already deep into the woods in excitement. The half-imp half-Goetia demon could only just roll his eyes before walking in the same direction. I suppose I could always use it as a means to scan my favorite books and have it read to me in a voice of my choosing.

An hour later and Spiroz was regretting this. He had been looking for any pieces of the sporadic meteors with no success, and his feet were killing him. He had never been the most physically able of his family, despite his Dad and older sister being assassins, and preferred to read in his room rather than do exercises. Of course, that always came to bite him in the ass sometimes.

Such as now, when I feel like I'm about to die from foot cramps, Spiroz thought to himself as he struggled to keep going. Closing his eyes, he debated texting his friends to just meet back at the campsite when he felt his feet trip on something, and he found himself falling down a small hill. Cursing along the way, he winced with every rock and broken tree branch that his body landed on before he ended up rolling to the bottom on his back. Ugh, damn you, nature. I love you, and I feel abused at the same time.

A large gasp made Spiroz' eyes open as he soon saw a lot of white. Not just any white mind you, snowy white combined with a heavenly glow that made every instinct in him freeze up. Spiroz face went even whiter than usual as he found himself staring face to face with another being inside this forest. This should have been nearly impossible, considering they were so far away from human civilization, but this person in front of him wasn't human.

Like him, she was an owl, but while his side of the family was similar to that of the Great Horned Owl, the one before him was a Snow Owl. She was pure white with black spots that decorated her white feathered and black-tipped wings that flared out in surprise while her winged-like hands covered her black beak in shock. Her hair was long and flowing, reaching to the midway of her back with a mystical sparkle to it along with long black edges at the tips. Her ears were also feathery-like on the side of her face and were high up in alert.

This was no human, but this was no demon either. Because on top of her head was a halo glowing in the darkness while her eyes were bright blue with white pupils wide in amazement. This was an angel. A fucking angel.

Spiroz could feel his entire heart nearly stop in terror as sweat dripped down his face. He slowly began to back away while taking deep breaths upon seeing the grey cloak wearing an owl angel. Her outfit did not scream "Exorcist" or "military," but Spiroz knew better than to take any chances. All angels were dangerous to some degree, and while he was still taller than her, but not by much, he felt nothing but intimation upon seeing the arch-enemies of his race for the first time. Sure, there was a treaty, but here was Spiroz, a demon, running around in the mortal realm when he wasn't supposed to do so.

The angel just continued to stare at him with a wide-open beak as her grey cloak flowed in the wind and her wings flapped a bit. Her gaze was hypnotic, and Spiroz couldn't find it in him to look away. It was like staring into a winter storm with stars burning in the background, so strange and otherworldly that it both scared and yet calmed Spiroz down if that was possible. She stepped forward, her black boots crushing a few sticks as Spiroz continued to step back until his back was against a tree. Spiroz knew a lot of spells he could have used right now to fight back or escape, but he was too terrified to move. His entire body was frozen like ice, and he wondered if the angel had done this the moment he stared into her.

"Y-You're a demon..." She whispered in awe as she slowly looked closer. "A real...demon..."

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh, fuck me, this is it. I'm going to die! I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, Father. I love you both. I love you Loona and Octaiva. You too Milton and Mitzy. You and your parents were great to me, Spiroz thought as he closed his eyes and nearly felt himself cry. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!

"... YOU LOOK SO COOL!"

Spiroz's eyes burst open as he slowly looked at the owl demon looking at him with a bright smile and stars in her eyes. He tilted his head and opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came until finally, he asked, "...what?"

Immediately, like lighting, the angel was in front of him, looking at him and touching parts of his body such as his legs, arms, chest, and head as if she was testing out a new piece of furniture on display. Spiroz, despite feeling uncomfortable, just sat there in stunned silence as the angel continued to talk. "Look at you! I've never seen a demon like you before! Granted, I don't see too many often unless they're here for negotiations up in Heaven, but still, I'm seeing one up close like this, and it's one that I've never read about! I don't think my mom has ever told me about someone like you! And I learned everything about demonology from her!"

She giggled as she then started scratching her head while staring deep into Spiroz's eyes while he tried to back up a bit. "Hmm, you're obviously avian-based. That cuts it down to about fourteen different breeds, but you're not phoenix type despite the red feathers since you're not on fire, nor is there the smell of ash that is commonly associated with them. Not cardinal-based since there aren't any demon types based on those. You have some raven-like qualities, but more likely based on a descendant of yours. No, you are definitely an owl type. That rules out being a lower breed." She then lifted his arms and then checked his legs before asking, "Can I see your butt?"

"My what?!" Spiroz asked in disbelief.

"You're tail! I need to see your tail! One sec!" She then grabbed his arms and lifted him before turning him around. Spiroz blushed upon realizing she was checking out his ass of all things. "Hmm, the long dark feathers are normally associated with Goetia demons, so you must be a Goetia demon."

She then turned him around again as Spiroz, standing perfectly still, watched as he rubbed her chin again and looked deep in thought as she continued to analyze him. "There are over a hundred and sixteen minor bloodline houses with owl characteristics, but only two major bloodline houses have them. The 37th and the 51st." She then took a closer look at her clothing. "Ugh, I wish I studied demonic nobility fashion better! And I'm sorry, but I cannot ignore this any longer!"

She then grabbed Spiroz by the cheeks and brought him so close they were nearly touching each other from beak to beak. Her eyes lit up even more as she continued to stare at him while her hands then moved to his horns which made him shiver. "What is this?! Seriously?! Your eyes are nothing like a Goetia demon, and you have imp horns! How do you have that?! Unless...NO BLOODY WAY!"

She then backed away in excitement. "You're a love child between an Imp and a Goetia demon! Holy Ghost! I didn't think such a thing was possible with Hell having their weird caste-based system! You're like an entirely new breed of demon! Oh my gosh, am I the first to find you?! Is this already recorded?! Fourteen years old, and I'm discovering new things about demonology! I mean, look at you! You look amazing!"

"...I do?" Spiroz asked with a stunned expression. Never before had anyone outside of his family said such a positive thing about his appearance. Every demon he had ever known called him things like freak or abomination. But here was this angel, his opposite in the divine scale of creation, telling him he looked...cool?

The angel then smacked her palm into her face. "Ugh! Sorry, I forgot to give my name and ask for yours! Sorry! Sorry! My parents are always telling me I'm reacting before I think." She then held out her hand and smiled warmly at him. "I'm Hedwig! Hedwig Illuminus! And yes, I am named after the snowy owl in Harry Potter. I get that all the time."

Spiroz looked at the winged hand that was being offered to him. For a second, he didn't know what to do. However, by instinct, he slowly raised his hand and shook it. "Spiro. The 'z' is silent."

She tilted her head and asked, "So, your name is Spiroz, but you prefer being Spiro?"

"Y-Yeah," He answered, rubbing the back of his head. "It's...well...complicated."

"I like it!" Hedwig answered with a smile. "Reminds me of Spyro the Dragon! I loved that game growing up as a kid! The Reignited Trilogy , I think, did a great job remaking the original three games! Have you ever played it?"

Before Spiroz could answer, a heavenly-sounding tune came from Hedwig's pocket in her grey cloak. She pulled out a white and blue phone before answering it. "Hello? Oh, no, Daddy. I'm nearby. I was just talking to a friend."

F-Friend?! Spiroz thought as his jaw dropped. I meet her for only ten minutes, and she pokes me around like a lab experiment. That makes me her friend? Wait a minute. I'm a demon! She's an angel! Or...I don't know what the hell she is! Who is she?!

"Oh, I'll be right there! Be back soon!" Hedwig said to the caller before hanging up. Turning to Spiroz she blushed and said, "Sorry, my Dad wants me to get back to our campsite. We came here to see the shower. See ya later, Spiro!"

And just like that, the angel spread her wings and started to fly deeper into the forest. This left Spiroz, still as a statue, to stand there for a good few minutes until he finally said something upon realizing she was gone.

"What the fuck just happened?"