I OWN NOTHING
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-Pride City Streets-
Hell was not the place for children to grow in. Even those born in its fiery pits weren't safe from the horrors around them. Sinners and demons alike were hostile and self-centered regardless of status. While some had their own interpretation of human emotions, the darkness in their hearts twisted them. A great majority of the newcomers from the mortal realm took to it quite well and were fine with the lack of regulations and norms. Less rules meant no limits for them to do as they wished even if under the thumb of the demonic royals.
Therefore, it was no wonder one Lincoln Loud thanked being alive to his new mentor and coworkers, "Just remember, kiddo, no ass-kissing. Last thing you want is the smell of cloaca lingering on your tongue, and I mean the smell alone. You do NOT want to know about the taste!"
At least, thankful for the good things it brought, like the surprisingly loving imp woman who took him in like he was her own child, "Blitz! Language!"
"Oh come on, Mills, this is advice that can help him avoid getting things diddled that should be mine to wiggle into!" the boss of I.M.P. snapped while driving the company's van.
Moxxie, ever the voice of reason and most sane – to the extent a resident of Hell could be – of the group, groaned as he pinched the equivalent to the bridge of his nose, "With all due respect, it's obvious that the prince has no ill will aimed at Lincoln. Malice gracious alive, we've been through this already…"
"Yeah, I'm safest with Stolas as long as his wife is out, and she's been and will be for a while," the albino told the tallest of the imps.
"Listen, if he tries to hook you up with that daughter of his, just know it's to get closer to me as a member of his twisted family," Blitzo defended himself.
"Come on, Octavia's a little too old for me! I'm still a kid!" the boy defended himself with his arms crossed.
"If you somehow manage to resist warm, feathery bodies rubbing against your own, that'll define if you're a man of strength or a whipped bitch," the former clown spoke from experience. "And given the fact your new study buddy is a finely structured and hormonal teen while you're reaching puberty, you better bet your ass biscuits I'm betting on the latter."
"Don't listen to him, sugar," Millie cooed to the boy, holding his cheeks with a smile. "Just go there, be yourself, and have fun learning new spells. Oh, extra points of you can use a new one for crops, there's a few plants I wanna send to Ma and Pa back in Wrath."
"I'll keep it in mind," the boy told her and returned the grin, happy to have found good in demons of all people.
Even if they were crooked killers, it was relieving to know they had a heart, "Let mama know if they try to touch you anywhere funny and I'll turn that prince into a leather pillow by reaching down his throat and pulling him inside out!"
Or the equivalent for murderous residents of the pit of eternal suffering.
Moxxie felt himself get aroused, "That's, uh, nice, honey. Still, I think Lincoln can handle himself. Our excursions to the human world have proven that already. May I add it's refreshing to say the least having one of us provide a plan and levelheadedness to our operations?"
"I'm still not fond of the whole killing part, even if every target we've had deserved it," Lincoln reminded the other imp.
"Not this shit on my dick again," Blitzo groaned as he turned around the busy streets, driving through an alley to avoid the red light before him. "Intern, you're paid to listen to a sob story, find a target and then get to killing without prejudice! How many times must I remind you that's what all the moolah goes into our business?!"
"You…" Lincoln raised a finger but knew the clown side of Blitzo about as well as he did his jokester sister Luan's. "You're just trying to repeat the joke about not paying me, are you?"
"Pretty much, it's the second-best thing only to making fun of Moxxie's smoothie for a brain and the one-inch-punch that is his pecker," the boss of the imp hitmen replied with a smarmy smirk.
"Aw, my little man's growin' in spirit and smarts!" Millie beamed, bringing the boy into a hug of pride and approval.
Moxxie rolled his eyes, "It's the little pleasures that bring joy to life, I see."
"And little pleasure's what you can bring to bed," the tall imp replied to his employee, who made a face as if he had licked an old lemon, his skin getting redder than usual.
"Don't give him ammo, Moxxie," Lincoln soothed his coworker. "He feeds off it."
"Like a meth-whore on a basement crack lab," Blitzo added and parked the van on the entrance to the mansion. "Now get ready, intern. And remember, if it's worth more than your human house, you steal it!"
"Not gonna happen," Lincoln crossed his arms and gave his boss a disapproving look.
Millie smiled at the boy, "Remember to have fun, sweetie!"
"And I'll check on plant-related spells for you," the Loud boy told her.
"Aw, what did we do to deserve you?" Millie ruffled his hair, then immediately combed it to neat perfection.
Even Moxxie had his parental instincts kicking in, "Do keep an eye vigilant for Lady Stella. Let's make sure that time she returned by surprise be the last chance she has to find you."
"Guys, I'll survive," Lincoln assured them, feeling an odd warmth in him.
Despite their hell-born status, the imps were people he would've wanted as friends and even family in the human world, with precautions in the case of the taller one, "Don't let that fancy rich dipshit know about your extended family least he wants to expand his by using his daughter."
Case and point, "Again, not gonna happen, Blitz."
"You sure you don't want to take a combat knife with you?" Millie fretted already. "Or at least this PPK to be like James Bond."
"I'll be fine," and with a wave and a smile, the boy went into the mansion.
"Oh, that boy makes a woman worry," the southern belle imp whined.
"He'll be back with us before you know it, honey," her husband soothed her, giving her a skimo kiss.
"Let's leave before my balls go back into someone's beak," and Blitzo ruined the tender moment.
Inside the mansion, Stolas gave a hoot of delight as he examined other tomes in his office with a smile, "Gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking…" he baby-talked to one of his carnivorous plants, stroking its lower jaw with a hand's talons while on the other he had a tome about possible curses, "Hm, but these many deaths to get him back… Ah, no, this is a rubbish spell for body modifications."
Growling, the prince tossed the book into the plant's maw, which it happily devoured, "Do you really need to get rid of books that way, dad?"
Octavia was also doing some research to help the human boy while studying with her father, who twisted his head upside-down like the owl he was to make his frown look like a smile, "Sorry, Via, but this constant frustration requires stress relief and feeding my darling plants provides that."
"Please don't tell me the other option involves that red dick-stain," his daughter shuddered at the thought.
"Only on the next full moon," the Goetia prince snickered to himself in a husky tone. "Until then, I am fine with giving my plants an extra snack of useless books. After all, some of these books have much better and advanced counterparts in my private archives. It is good to do a little spring cleaning every now and then."
"Wasn't spring break a while ago?" the princess' new study buddy recalled. "Oh, and sorry for not announcing myself. I-"
"It's alright, boy," Stolas smiled at the human. "Although it is a shame not to see my Blitzy, hmhmhm, I am delighted to see you're eager to learn."
"Of course," the preteen beamed.
"Hey Linc," Octavia waved at him. "And to answer your previous question, we're still looking for a way to revert your curse."
"Guys… thanks," the boy couldn't help the clichéd but sincere answer filled with awe.
"Don't mention it, child," Stolas wagged a finger. "Seeing your potential in the dark arts… Why, I may as well have to keep in contact with you regardless of the outcome."
Flattered as he was, Lincoln thought about saying he didn't want to think about Hell too much. However, much to his own surprise, he couldn't bring himself to make a statement he'd have happily given the owl a day after his first stay. Spending time with the M&Ms, befriending Loona, studying with Octavia, and even Blitzo's antics were… To be frank, yes, they were a threat to his existence. And yet, he would wholeheartedly say he'd miss that. It was, dare he say it, the chaotic energy of a family but dialed up to eleven. Kind of like his own family, now that he thought about it.
"I'll think on it," he told the towering demon. "If it doesn't involve murders, I'd be fine chatting with you."
"Please, I've got my Blitzy for the dirty job, and the naughty job, hmhmhm," the sultry chortling made the two other present in the room shiver. "Come this way, children."
Octavia followed her father, but Lincoln gained a curious expression when noticing the plant which Stolas fed earlier. Gurgling, the enormous floral beast quivered before it spat a wad of slime. Inside said piece of digestive fluids were the remains of the last book. Done returning its snack, the plant shrunk into its pot, whimpering like a puppy. Lincoln felt bad for it, but not bad enough to pet it since he knew the thing had a nasty habit of eating limbs. He did, however, read the title of the book.
"Demonic Growth Spuds?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow, part of the front illegible because of the acid, but the interior could be salvageable. "Well, Millie did ask for help with plants, and Stolas doesn't want this book. Couldn't help to learn a few other things."
With a wave of his hand and the Grimoire in the other, Lincoln summoned a nearby watering can to wash off the book, and then pocketed it with a smile.
-Later-
Back at I.M.P. headquarters, Lincoln passed by the apathetic hellhound Loona, who had her snout deep in her phone as usual, "Sup, Linc…" and her nose was still as good as a canine's. "Ugh, what's that you got on you? Putrid eggplants or did Blitz convince you to crawl through Moxxie's underwear?"
Right behind the boy, Moxxie was as curious, but he still tried to defend his honor, "I'll have you know that Millie and I are very thorough with our undergarments and- Wait, what's that sweet scent?"
"I thought it was the boss' new car freshener?" Millie commented.
"Like he'd actually try to make that van not smell of wet dog?" Moxxie questioned.
"Hey, that's the scent of a man who loves his baby girl and you shall not offend her!" Blitzo exclaimed.
"Ew…" Lincoln and Loona grimaced in perfect unison, and the boy finally answered. "Too much info, Blitz. But no, I actually got a new book which Stolas didn't want."
Pulling out said book, the other imps eyed it, Loona nearly retching, "Did you find it in a trash can or that rich asshole's cloaca?"
"It smells sweet, though," Millie said, her nose unaffected unlike the canine's.
"Ugh, that scent is gonna kill my nostrils… Fuck it, I'm out," and with that, the furry goth left by hiding in the meeting room.
"Ah! Intern, I hope you realize what you've done!" Blitzo tried to be a strict boss as he crossed his arms with a disapproving frown, but it was still Blitzo.
"Sorry, Loona, I'll wash it off properly and get rid of the smell," the albino boy ignored the head of the company and talked to the canine girl through the door.
"That's better, but I expect a heartfelt apology as well," Blitzo said with a nod.
Moxxie tried to be more careful, "Wait, Lincoln, did you say the prince didn't want it? Is there any particular reason he'd give it to you?"
"Oh, he just tossed it aside and I took it with me," the boy announced. "It should help me with Millie's plant issues."
"My stars!" the rural imp's eyes sparkled in delight, giddily jumping in place. "My little man, thinking about helping me without a word! Oh… I may need a moment or two…"
As she tried to control her tears, Moxxie quirked an eyebrow, "Listen, I understand and appreciate the help, but are you sure you want to deal with more demonic shenanigans?"
Blitzo casually shoved him aside, meaning he threw him through the door into the meeting room, where Loona was busy plugging her nose with tissues, "What Mox means to say is that this better pack something good for the company if you want me to double your pay, intern."
"Double zero is still no pay, Blitz," Lincoln said… and groaned. "Oh, you were waiting for that chance to remind me you don't pay me, weren't you?"
"Hey, I've got brains, too!" the smarmy imp said. "Still, does that have any decent spells for tracking humans easier? Maybe a way to turn lead into gold?"
"Just a sec," Lincoln flipped the book open, scanning some pages with a wince. "Oh crap, most of the pages are smudged because of the plant!"
"Wait, what?!" Blitzo snapped. "You mean to tell me you work up the balls to steal from a rich, privileged, horned up bird and came up with nothing?!"
Millie rubbed the boy's shoulders with a motherly tone, "Now, now, hon. It's alright that your first theft didn't get you anything special, it's the fact that you pickpocketed someone that counts."
"Thanks, I guess," Lincoln replied uneasily.
"If any of you needs me, don't bother knocking if you wish to be shot," Blitzo groaned as he slammed the door to his office.
"Good, that means you can get rid of that stink," Lonna told the boy with her voice distorted since her nose was plugged.
Moxxie was slightly relieved, "It may be for the better, considering what we've been through and-"
"Wait, Lincoln!" Millie flipped the book to the middle pages, gasping when seeing one which wasn't unreadable. "There's at least one new spell you could learn!"
"Mature Harvest Spell, huh?" Lincoln read the title and examined the runes, then flipped to the next page with a smirk. "It seems easy enough."
"Pa's going to flip when he sees his little girl growing proper veggies in the big city!" Millie proudly declared, and her smile alone got Moxxie to agree.
"Fine, I'll get those pots and seeds you bought," he went and lined said pots for Lincoln to try the new spell.
"Nothing too fancy, Lincoln, just make them ripe enough to survive the trip to Wrath," Millie cheered him on, standing right behind him.
"And please make sure to wash that thing," Loona growled through a gas mask which Blitzo and Moxxie kept in one of the rooms for dismembering bodies in case clients requested such a service.
"Sorry for the wait, Loona," the boy told his gothic friend before getting to work. Opening the right pages, he flipped them back and forth, his eyes glowing, "Okay, here goes nothing…"
Energy engulfed the child as he aimed his hand forward. It amassed, taking the form of a ball around his palm. And then… it went poof. Gone in the blink of an eye. Needless to say, the anticlimactic result left them speechless. For at least a couple of seconds.
"Did you break the book by any chance, sweetheart?" Millie asked while Lincoln held his chin.
"I swear I read the spell correctly," he rubbed the back of his head while examining the tome.
"Maybe that's the reason Prince Stolas tossed it aside," Moxxie guessed.
"Good," Loona walked forward with an enormous pair of pliers in her hands to take the book off Lincoln's hands. "I can get rid of this, then."
"Aw, and I wanted to get Ma some devil fruit," Millie lamented, which prompted her husband and the human to pat her back.
"There, there, how about we buy some more seeds later at the market?" Moxxie replied.
"And I can help with planting them," Lincoln added.
"Oh, stop being so sweet, you two," Millie beamed and brought her two favorite men in her life in for a hug.
"Come on, it's what-" Lincoln tried to keep cheering her up, but something happened. "Gruck!"
The odd sound akin to croaking brought the attention of the three demons present in the room. Everyone raised an eyebrow while Lincoln brought his hands to his mouth. Covering his lips, he gave a wide-eyed look at his co-workers. Then, tentatively, he parted his lips… and yet another croak came out. It was also louder, loud enough to gather attention.
Blitzo stormed out of his office with a furious snarl, adjusting his tie properly, "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO HAVE A PROPER WANK HERE!"
"Blitz, I-" Lincoln felt as if he was about to have a hiccup session, but yet another croak came out. "Grraaack!"
"Oh boy, our intern's finally hitting puberty," the tall imp cheered with a smirk, then poked Moxxie on the cheek. "See that, Mox? The boy's about to have his balls drop before you-"
"Gah!" and then, the boy's body twitched unnaturally, his bones creaking.
"Hey, is that normal for humans to do?" the head of I.M.P. questioned the others.
"Lincoln, darling, are you-" Millie panicked while Lincoln rolled around a shoulder.
"I… I feel weird and…" Lincoln gasped.
His voice was… deeper, far, far deeper than before. Following that was the sound of more bones cracking. Accompanying such a cacophony, cloth started to tear. Lincoln didn't feel pain, nor did he look like he was suffering anything more than an uncomfortable sore shoulder. And yet, the look on horror on his face was only matched by the others' surprise. But just as it started, it was over.
"Oh crumbs…" Moxxie breathed out with his pupils shrunk into pinpoints. "Sir… I think we should call-"
"Already on the phone, now pick up, you damn feathered ass-bucket!" the imp chief panicked.
"Linc… is that you?" Loona circled around him, her tail subconsciously wagging. "You're… uh…"
"Nobody panic!" Millie shrieked. "Blitz!"
"I'm calling him, woman! It's not my fault his line's busy like a hooker at a divorce agency!"
-Stolas' garden-
"Your Majesty, you have visitors," Stolas' head spun around to look at one of his many butlers.
"Ah, so soon!" the prince was elated at the idea of who it was. "Since I told you no one but my Blitzy can disturb me, tell me it is him…"
That was partially a threat, but the butler was not fazed, just baffled, "I don't have the words, but you should see it."
Curiosity drove Stolas out of his office and into the lobby, giving him a happy smile at the sight of his never secret lover, "Oh my, did you come for-"
"Stuff it," Blitzo replied, then slammed his palm on his face. "Wait, no, that's not the language I should use around you."
"Blitz, focus," said another figure which Stolas didn't recognize, an adult man in his twenties… a human.
Four eyes blinked, making Stolas look more like the owl he was, as he took in the stranger's features. White hair was combed into a stylish quiff haircut, freckles adorned a lean face which while manly wasn't either ruggedly handsome nor too pretty, and his lean yet athletic physique made him appealing. Not downright handsome, but quite fetching. Clad in a black business suit with an orange polo shirt, the man seemed like a grown version of… After blinking yet again and twisting his head like the night bird he was, the Goetia prince froze for a moment.
"Lincoln?" he finally asked.
"Good, he thinks with the head on his shoulders and not the one between his legs," Blitzo groaned. "Yes, long-story short, your trash was found by my intern and a spell for growing potatoes turned him into this."
"I'm so sorry, sir," the grown Lincoln clasped his hands. "It's just that you said the book was trash and I thought I could use it for other spells, not that it'd-"
"Oh, oh, it's alright, my boy… er… now this is strange," Stolas was confused hearing the deep voice coming out of the human he had taken under his literal and metaphorical wing. "I'm going to need the book you used and to get the full story."
"Here," Lincoln happily provided the tome. "I was reading spells for growing plants since it says on the cover-"
"Dear me, this is an outdated Demonic Growth Spurts book," Stolas stated with wide eyes as he read the cover.
"Spurts… not spuds…?" Lincoln asked, then slapped his own face. "Why are demonic runes so hard to read?"
"And…" Stolas flipped the tome, his eyes glowing as the pages swung around wildly before stopping at a particular one. "This one's for growing plants among other things, yes, but…" he flipped to the next page, and his eyes widened in utter horror, "Oh… no…"
Flipping the pages back and forth, he made the imp and the human tense up… and then he separated two pages which had been glued by the plant's digestive slime.
"Well, sport, butter your biscuits, your ass may be toast," Blitzo commented.
"Blitz, not now!" the child in an adult body exclaimed. "Come on, it's weird enough to be in this body."
"Trust me, kiddo, skipping the agony that is puberty may as well be a blessing," Blitzo told him, then rubbed his chin. "Although you miss on the roughhousing and life experiences which should shape you into a man of many mistakes and too little braincells to recognize his failures until it's too late. Kinda like me but less successful and sexy."
"Let me get a few things from my office, I won't be long," Stolas told them with a more serious tone.
Lincoln was still nervous, "Do you think this will last? I can't go to my family like this. What will they think?"
"Eh, chances are you can do what all perverted Japanese animators want and date your sisters," Blitzo decided to not be of help since birth. "I mean, new bod, new chances to explore what only royal bluebloods and stereotypical hillbillies know about."
"I'll pretend I never heard that," Lincoln may be an adult in body, but he was still a decent child in mind.
Suddenly, more surprises came along, "Tell dad I'll be at Stylish Occult and-" Octavia paused on her way out, her music echoing through her headphones. Looking at the human before her, she felt her beak slacken as her mind froze, "What the…? Lincoln? Is that you?"
"Yeah, kid hit his growth spurts a few times too many these past couple of hours," Blitzo told her, souring her mood slightly upon seeing her dad's lover.
Although the sight of her friend in a new body squashed the sentiment, "Blitz, please let me explain this." Lincoln turned to Octavia, who felt her feathers ruffling up when he looked her in the eye, "Sorry about the shock, but it is me. I… kind of looked into the books your dad didn't want and you can guess what trouble I got myself into for reading one."
Octavia rubbed her arm, "How long will you remain like that?"
"I don't know, how long do you think your father will take finding a way to revert it?" Lincoln asked.
"Ah, maybe a few hours, why?" Octavia felt herself getting more forceful and forward. "Do you want to do something and hang out or-"
"Ugh, I'll regret this," Blitzo grunted and spoke up. "Alright, you buckets of hormones, why don't you hang out at whatever gloomy places Loona likes – I recommend Stylish Occult and Somber Dining – and wait for me to call you? The guy doing us this favor will work quicker if I spend some, urk, time with him."
"Are you sure?" Lincoln asked uncertainly. "I mean, you don't like spending time with Stolas."
"It's a business fucking, nothing new to me," Blitzo growled. "Come on, before I start regretting this. Just be glad the deal's for every full moon, meaning you're in luck of having me not railing his-"
"No need for the info!" Octavia felt herself heat up once she realized she had taken Lincoln's hand in her own and pulled him out.
"Oh, M&M, do keep an eye on the intern and the princess!" they heard Blitzo call out, which was what rebooted Octavia's brain.
"Hi there," Millie greeted them cheerfully.
"What just happened?" Moxxie asked. "Please tell me the boss isn't-"
"Fortunately no, he's just going to make sure Stolas hurries up his research while we kill time," Lincoln asked, and Octavia already felt herself disappointed at the sight of the company she'd have along with him.
A part of her was oddly glad to spend time with Lincoln, but she couldn't put her talon on the reason why.
-Seconds later-
On the other hand, there were different things to worry about as the imps, the princess and the human went to the company van, "Yo, Linc, what are you doing? Dating the princess?"
Octavia looked at the hellhound who was nose deep in her phone occasionally taking glances at her and the human. Lincoln had taken the smart choice for a disguise and donned a gas mask resembling a horse's head which Blitzo kept around. Keeping his face hidden in the surprisingly and thankfully clean piece of equipment helped somewhat. With his hair he could still be considered a demon, but the boy-turned-adult's luck could always turn from bad to worse. Still, the owl girl had a pleasant time with the group despite the comment.
"Loona, we're just study buddies," the human replied, ruffling his hair. "Besides, I hope to return to normal. I so need to get used to these changes gradually."
"Lincoln, don't mess your do!" Millie jumped onto his shoulders and returned the quiff to its stylish status before hopping off. "As for your looks, you're amazing! Oh, my boy grew so fast and already looking so handsome! Kinda like a human version of Mox! I… ah, here come the waterworks…"
"Millie, please, calm down," Moxxie tried to soothe his wife, who leaned on him to cry tears of pride.
"But we missed birthday parties and seeing him grow and-" Millie sniffled and her husband provided a handkerchief whereas Loona placed her index and middle fingers to her temple and pretended the thumb was the hammer of a gun, staring at Lincoln as she did so.
"It's not that bad," the human told the secretary, who hated the sound of his voice being the cause of her tail's wagging.
"Awkward, but somehow I wish this was the kind of family stuff I deal with here in Hell," Octavia confessed to the man next to her.
"You and me both," the albino admitted. "So, Stylish Occult, huh?"
"Not a bad taste for a princess," Loona commented next to Lincoln before looking at him. "We're just going to kill time, right? Any chance we can get something to eat?"
"Oh, I'm paying," the Goetia princess replied and walked in. "And I'm thinking Somber Dining."
"Go have fun," Moxxie told the trio. "Millie will need a new tissue box, plus modern places like that just aren't for me, I prefer more contemporary places of artistic display."
"Do you have to sound like an old man saying that?" Octavia asked with a groan.
"Um, no, I just have a taste for the classics and- You see, I…"
Seeing his coworker fumble on his words, Lincoln tried to lend a hand, "I guess Moxxie is trying to say to each their own. I have had a taste of almost every kind of entertainment and environment thanks to my sisters. I have a gut feeling Lucy would love a place like this."
"Is she into taxidermy?" Octavia asked curiously.
"She actually provides funerary services for pets," the human explained. "And has quite good deals for mahogany when it comes to coffins for dogs."
"That better not be to try getting me to like any of what you just said," Loona grumbled.
"No, she is… really into that job," Lincoln explained.
"She sounds absolutely lovely," Moxxie beamed, and given the fact he was a denizen of hell he meant it kindly.
With that in mind, and with a slight longing in his heart, the human walked into the café. A rather simple and almost cozy place which had dark purple walls, a dark red carpet, and black furniture. There was a small stage where demons read poems or bands performed, currently having a moody dark tune to set a somber ambience. It hit Lincoln that his sister could blend in well with the crew he was with. Granted, his coworkers, Loona and Octavia would be the only ones considering even Lucy's love for dark stuff did not mean she enjoyed violence or most of the actions which took place in Hell.
"What can I get you?" asked a moth woman in a black dress and matching stockings, thigh-high boots and corset.
"I'll have the Black Coal Burger and Blood Red Fries," Octavia replied without even looking at the menu.
"Are they really…" Lincoln whispered to Loona.
"Nah, it's just an edible dye and spices," the hellhound replied before placing her order. "Give me the steak, raw. Some booze, too."
"For me, uh…" Lincoln read the menu with an arched eyebrow. "The chocolate smoothie."
The girls, including the waitress, arched a brow as Loona told him, "Dude, you've got an adult body. Have some fun and drink some liquor while you can."
"Being one doesn't mean I have to try it," Lincoln replied.
"Wow, how did such a loser get to be with the princess?" the waitress asked. "You gay or something?"
"Buzz off and get our meals," Octavia growled, not liking the attitude.
"S-Sorry, Princess," the moth woman hurriedly made her escape.
"Huh, perks of high society," Loona commented amusedly.
"And being capable of turning her to stone," Octavia added with a shrug.
"Yeah, please don't," Lincoln pleaded. "In all seriousness, thanks for defending me, but the less problems we attract, the better. So, no alcohol for me. I don't need to be drunk like a skunk."
"Are you sure you aren't a boy scout?" Loona asked. "Ugh, your goody-goody schtick is too much at times."
Octavia decided to be honest, "It's better than the usual attitude of other demons…" and she felt her head's feathers fluff out when they looked at her for her little confession. "What? It is."
Her little defense didn't take away Loona's judging stare, but the hellhound relented when Lincoln spoke up, "Thanks, blending in isn't exactly easy. I could do without the mask, but it's the only thing that fit. And it is also why I asked for the smoothie, at least I won't draw too much suspicion drinking from a straw."
"Do you always have a plan for every little detail?" Loona questioned him.
Octavia was curious, "What's that mean?"
"Well, not to toot my own horn, but I've been the tactician of the group," Lincoln admitted. "After our first training session, we started to take a smarter approach to our job."
"Really? Care to tell?" Octavia asked, her face feathers ruffling a bit to signal she was blushing.
Loona bit back a growl, her ears flattening instinctively… and she hated not knowing why.
-Stolas' studio-
Back at the Goetia mansion, Blitzo was cradling his flintlock pistol in his arms while Stolas tossed books out. Looking for the specific tomes he needed while looking at the one Lincoln used and misread caused the owl to get an increasingly worried look on his face. The hitman boss was about to fall asleep from all the waiting, but kept his eyes peeled. Quite literally peeled. A couple of duct tape strands were used to pull back his eyelids, just so the prince didn't get a chance at him. It was that and having his trusty gun that made the boredom somewhat bearable.
"Come on, Stolas, what could take so long with a single spell? Too many fancy schmancy words?" the imp asked before using a nearby glass of water to hydrate his eyeballs.
"Dearest Blitzy, you cannot rush these things, unlike our escapades," the prince snickered while pulling a final tome. "Ah, maybe this should help… If our dear young friend failed to properly read the title of such an old, unnecessary tome, this may shed some light on it."
"Okay, I don't say this often in bed or outside, but spill it," Blitzo was never patient.
"Ah yes, the combination of incomplete spells leads to growth, but this one is…" Stolas paused, his face frozen in the pleasant, ever-present smile he had when his dearest lover was around. However, that face fell, a cold chill running down his spine, "Fuck me."
"Hey, I told you none of that business until the next moon, you sack of-" Blitzo was about to get as colorful as ever, but his sugar daddy silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Not now, Blitzy, we must call the children before Lincoln goes through another change," the owl told him.
"Another?" Blitzo worried. "Is he going to get older and eventually become dust?"
"Not quite," Stolas walked outside the room. "Lincoln is going through an accelerated process to become a demon, and knowing him his new form shall affect those around him."
"Oh… well, bugger me," Blitzo gulped. "So… Do you know if it's a good thing he'd go out with your daughter to have fun?"
"Blitzy, I love you, but for fuck's sake…" the prince walked out quickly with the imp close behind.
Back at the diner, Lincoln was enjoying his smoothie through a straw under his mask. Loona happily dug into her raw steak, asking for it to bleed to sample the flavor of a fresh kill. Meanwhile Octavia lazily ate her fries one at a time, almost as if she was pecking them. During the wait for results, they made a little idle chatter. The human, however, started to get a little itchy.
"…and then we had to go to our events dressed as the others," he finished his tale of a certain event, omitting the fact he wore a diaper before his friends found him.
"I see you're not as innocent or as smart as you try to be," Loona shot in with a smirk before taking another bite of her steak.
"We were equally guilty, and learned our lesson… the hard way," Lincoln replied and then scratched his hand. "Ugh, did some bug bite me? And… what's this?"
"There's a bathroom in the back if you want to wash up," Octavia informed him with a worried look. "Are you, like, allergic to chocolate?"
"No, but…" Lincoln pulled his mask a bit to breathe out, "I think I've been using this thing for too long."
"Maybe you didn't wash it good enough," Loona teased.
"Ew… just ew…" Lincoln shuddered, not wanting the simple act of imagining what Blitzo could do with the horse-head-shaped gas mask to happen to anyone. Getting up, the boy-turned-adult went to the back of the fancy gothic diner, "Okay, now I need to wash up."
Both teenage girls then checked up their phones, not making eye contact, but… "So, you work together?"
Octavia's question made Loona quirk a brow, "And you study together, right?"
The two forced smiles at each other, Octavia replying with, "Yeah, I guess we do. And you two seem rather friendly…"
"I was about to say the same about you," Loona widened her grin.
Sharing awkward smiles, the two also shared awkward chuckles, "Ehehehe… heh…"
And neither of them knew why they were acting that way, but they'd get their answer soon, "Oh no… Oh come on!"
Lincoln walked out, without the gas mask… He was also sporting new changes. His skin was a pure white, akin to a living marble exterior. Meanwhile, his once usually innocent eyes sported pitch-black sclera around yellow irises. Finally, a pair of white horns and a matching leathery tail with a spade-shaped tip protruded from his forehead and tailbone respectively. It didn't take long for the girls to get an idea of why they were acting the way they did. Lincoln's distressed expression helped sober them up, though.
"Oh my," the moth waitresses felt the fluff around her neck puff up. "Oh, sweetie, if you need help with anything, um, here's my number…"
"Beat it, skank," Loona casually kicked aside the woman, then stared at the new incubus. "Dude, what the fuck did you get into?"
"I… I still feel like myself," Lincoln told her, checking his new body out. "Like, no dark thoughts or impulsive needs… What is this, though?"
"A side effect of the spell," Octavia felt her feathers ruffle again. "Shit…"
"So, an incubus…" Loona groaned and held her tail to stop it wild swaying. When in doubt, sass it up, "I pictured you'd be a bunny."
"This is not the time for jokes, I'm freaking out here!" Lincoln ruffled his hair, trying not to scream but still raising his voice a tad.
"Let's get dad, I'll pay," Octavia replied quickly while grooming her feathers back down.
-Outside Somber Dining-
"For fuck's sake, where are those two?" Loona growled when the trio arrived at the parking lot only to find the van missing and the married imp couple gone with it.
"Moxxie did say he'd buy Millie some pots and seeds," Lincoln recalled. "Hey Loona, is there a market nearby?"
"Yeah, can't you just, like, sniff them?" Octavia asked.
"Like I can sniff you're practically going into heat?" Loona unapologetically growled.
"Please, don't even say a word!" Lincoln exclaimed, surprising the two. "I know you two are not okay because of whatever incubus magic I've got on me!"
"Us and the last three girls we passed, even some dudes," Octavia recalled, then pulled down her beanie to cover her eyes. "Ugh, Lincoln, how long did you know we were… you know?"
"I may be a kid in mind, but I'm not that dense," a blushing Lincoln recalled how his sisters drooled over his tutor before scaring the British man away, a memory he'd wish to remove from existence. Grimacing at the idea of a life like that, he needed a solution, "If this can be prevented in any way, shape or form, I'd rather take the risk."
"Okay, then let's get this done," Loona grunted and grabbed her own tail with a tight grip to keep it still. "Before your aura makes people jump each other."
"How does this even work?" the boy asked.
The princess knew, "You're an incubus with a pure, untainted human soul. No sins in life added to how you've never had much experience in adultery or other such crap means you've got the lustful aura amplified tenfold. You're so pure that this new demonic form literally feeds off it."
"Being a virgin and becoming a lust demon makes him a lust magnet?" Loona surmised after taking in the scent of the missing imps.
"Putting it bluntly, yes," Octavia nodded. "Dad was unaffected because he's far more powerful. That red dipshit of your boss is already a dick on legs. And your coworkers…"
"Ah, ah, AAAAAHHHH!"
Loona finished the princess' sentence, "…are there."
The trio found the van on the other side of the block, parked quickly in front of a love hotel. Both teenagers and the recently transformed incubus gulped. Lincoln could feel something inside the place, and it was a sensation that he both feared and hungered for. A pit in his stomach growled for sustenance, and he could tell it was there. However, due to still being a human inside, the albino shook his head and walked inside followed by the two girls. It was what one would expect.
"More, harder! Harder already, you bitch!" a small imp girl shouted with her face against the glass of the reception, panting as behind her a vixen demoness groped her and nibbled her horns.
"Shit, Lincoln, I think you're amping up the lust in this place already!" Loona exclaimed, then bit her lower lip while doubling over.
"No, it's not him," Octavia gasped and shuddered.
"I'm… starting to get hungrier," Lincoln winced.
"Let's get those two before it gets worse," Octavia clenched her beak and advanced.
As the group reached the reception, they found a familiar red bow tie, "This is Moxxie's… and this is… um, Millie's…"
It was the imp woman's bra, and as the group advanced into the hotel, they found a trail. Going upstairs they nearly stepped on Moxxie's jacket, and on the second flight of steps they found Millie's pants. Inside a hall filled with moans and screams of pleasure, they tiptoed around the duo's top and shirt. Once they reached an opened door, there were business pants hanging from the doorknob… and then a set of boxers and panties flew out of the room. Lincoln knew he'd never forget what he saw in Hell, but it was one of the many times he wished to find a spell to get rid of certain memories.
"Oh Heavens no, I'm not going in there!" Loona winced before looking at the two… and realizing she was screwed. "Fucking shit on my cunt… I'll get them…"
"Thanks…" Lincoln replied weakly before turning to the audience. "I've got things I'd rather not see if possible, alright?"
Octavia blinked owlishly, "Who are you… never mind."
"So, while Loona's getting them, what did you mean it's not me?" Lincoln asked, leaning on a wall for support.
"Right, you aren't used to this demon aura business," Octavia clenched her beak and shut her eyes. "Businesses like this thrive on hiring any succubus and incubus to do what you've been doing. Overlords who have a hand in the business often arrange anything like attracting moths to a flame. Or they're just cheap and use these places for other activities."
"Besides this?" Lincoln asked.
Octavia sighed, "Did you expect demons, even overlords, to not be stingy?"
"Your dad seems to be the exception," Lincoln pointed out.
"Fair enough," the owl lass conceded before resisting a shudder. "Ugh, hopefully we get out of here soon before your aura goes haywire."
-Moments earlier-
It is at the deluxe suite of the love hotel, a penthouse often used by overlords, that a sight to behold was captured.
"Yes, yes, good! Very good, Miss Mayday!" an eel demon happily snapped pictures, drooling at the sight before him.
Pop sensation and controversial female idol Verosika Mayday was at a fancy photoshoot with her gang. Her fellow succubus Coco was wrapped around Apple, one hand dipping into the waistline of the tight thong her girlfriend wore. Milky was bent over, presenting her new shorts two sizes too small to make them her round bottom look plusher. Kiki herself was wearing a feathered scarf and nothing else. Verosika, as usual, was draped in a fancy white fur coat and wearing a revealing frilly set of lingerie which left nothing to the imagination.
Vortex was guarding the door as usual, crossing his arms and keeping his ears and nose alert for any crazed fans who needed to get kicked out the window like the last seven idiots he caught, "Huh?"
His boss raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter, Tex? Don't tell me you're getting distracted just like that."
Due to his professionalism, the blonde succubus knew her bouncer wasn't just having idle thoughts, and he commented on it, "My mistake, boss. I just thought it was someone we knew."
Considering the short list of people Vortex would consider acquaintances and who they had their eyes on, Verosika grew curious, "If it's who I think it is, don't you think it'd be out of character for him to be in such a place? I mean, they give us free cheap beer and money for this session, but don't even bother getting condoms for the clients."
Vortex shrugged, "As I said, the scent's familiar, similar… I just can't put my finger on it."
"Hey, Miss Mayday, please turn around and flip me off?" the eel demon asked, although Verosika did as asked by turning her back to him and flipping him the bird. "Perfect!"
"If he's here…" Verosika mused to herself, smirking slyly. "How about we give him a VIP pass?"
Her crew cheered, although the incubi weren't as cheerful, Josh being the most vocal, "You're obsessed with the shrimp, Verosika. At least let his balls drop."
Ace shrugged, "I mean, if it's your thing, but he must not be packing much…"
"Hey, size isn't everything!" Kat fumed angrily.
"Limpdick, I'm taking a break," Verosika told the cameraman, strolling down the hall with Vortex right behind her, handing her a black miniskirt and a matching top before they exited the room.
"Oh, we're going!" Milky cheered along the other female sex demons, but Verosika's narrowed eyes stopped them.
"Continue the photoshoot, girls," she sighed tiredly as she expected that reaction, although she gave them a reassuring smirk. "We've still got a job to do, but if it's him… I'll let you have your share."
Giggling, the other succubi returned to posing. Fully clothed, Verosika strutted out with Vortex flinching slightly. It was at the same moment her hellhound stopped that the pop idol noticed it. While she was using a good amount of her lust control, there was another source. Right then and there, someone had arrived and what she sensed… Oh, that was no ordinary demon.
And yet, she worried when recalling a similar aura, "Lincoln?"
Behind her the sounds of her coworkers moaning while shuddering gave her a clue that someone was messing around with lust. A clear telling sign of a sex demon's gender was how his aura affected the opposite sex. Unlike regular or even high-ranked incubi, that dose of sexual desire was matching and mingling with hers. Vortex was quite the strong-minded and levelheaded hellhound, but even he had trouble walking…
"Sorry, boss… I may need to-" the muscular canine groaned, and the singer rolled her eyes.
"You can call your girlfriend," she couldn't have her bodyguard humping the nearest couch once they met this mystery lust demon. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself with this poser."
Walking downstairs and ignoring the increased libido and moans which just got louder and louder, the succubus entered a hall. She didn't know what to expect, but she had an idea. There was a possibility that the one responsible for the new fucking frenzy was trying to muscle in on her turf. Either that or attempt to get into her panties. Possibly both considering how most demons worked. And once she got close to where a particular rough ass-pounding session was taking place, she saw him.
"What the…" she gasped upon seeing no other than the Goetia heiress herself next to an alabaster-skinned incubus! Not even the greatest of sex demons could score with her when attempting to get connections to her wealth, and there he was, "No fucking way, the princess herself with a lust demon at this shabby hotel?"
And they were talking, with the mysterious incubus inquiring, "How are you doing so far?"
"Like you, slightly better," the owl girl grunted. "Let's pretend this never happened and get out of here."
"Sure, if you're not comfortable…" the white demon nodded and guided her downstairs. Verosika saw them talking but could not hear them clearly over the sound of a high-pitched male demon squealing in bliss, "I don't need to hear more of whatever's happening there."
"Agreed…" Octavia told Lincoln. "Will the hellhound be alright?"
"Knowing her, I better get her coffee for the next month to cure the hangovers she'll have to try to erase this memory with all the cheap booze she can get," Lincoln didn't look forward to it, but the hellhound's sacrifice wouldn't go in vain if he could help it. "What about you?"
"Once we can get you something to stop this lust, I should be alright," Octavia replied before sighing. "There's two ways you can feed. One… Well, you're still too mentally young for that. Two, taking demonic energy from a demon with plenty to spare… Which, as you can imagine, I am not…"
"Give it time," Lincoln tried to be sympathetic and encouraging, knowing the owl girl would take her father's throne and looking forward to it. "You're still far ahead of me when it comes to spells."
"Says the hottie who's become my dad's first ever pupil," Octavia said and licked her beak. Once she realized what she had done and said, she pulled her beanie down over her eyes, "Fuck…"
"I'll pretend you didn't mean it and that it's this lust aura," Lincoln replied, then grunted from the hunger. "How long do you think Stolas will take to find a cure?"
As if on cue, the prince answered, "I wish I could say there is one." Stolas strutted in through a portal with Blitzo close behind, looking down, "My boy, did you… do something to your hair?"
"Please, I'm not in the mood for jokes," the new incubus rubbed his face with a hand. "I'm…"
"Causing enough lust to make this feel like a stereotypical frat house?" Blitzo asked as he sniffed the place. "Boy, does that almost make me glad I dated that whore who lost that bet to little, sexy me! Once you are as sexy as me and if you manage to have a dick even a quarter the size of mine, you can pretty much shrug it off."
"Ew…" the teenage girl and human-turned-demon quivered in disgust, Octavia speaking up. "I did not need the mental images…"
"Oh, speak for yourself," Stolas giggled before placing a clawed finger on Lincoln's forehead. "But you, my dear boy, are being quite naughty without trying. Let me help you with that."
Placing his palm on the incubus' forehead, the Goetia Prince created a red circle made of magical energy with his demonic symbol on it. Lincoln gave a full-body shudder-growl as he felt an immense energy fill him. And, just like that, he wasn't hungry anymore. Stolas smiled politely with his hands clasped behind his back. The process took less than a second, but the incubus felt refreshed. Even better, Octavia wasn't horny.
"Wow… I feel all normal now…" the owl girl felt up her cheeks, then turned to Lincoln… and her feathers ruffled again. "Fuck me…"
"Now, now, dear, he's quite a catch," Stolas quipped, but his daughter's glare made him shut up. "Sorry, couldn't resist… Ahem, this should help Young Lincoln to keep things under control for the time being. As for this new form of his… Well, I am afraid that's where the good and bad news come together…"
"Okay…" Lincoln clenched his jaw and nodded. "What's the news? As in the good and bad part."
"To start with the good, the form you've taken is temporary…" Stolas beamed, and then chuckled awkwardly. "The bad news is… you'll be that way for quite a while…"
"What?" Lincoln didn't like the sound of that.
Clasping his hands, the owl prince tried to calm him down, "Do not worry, you'll revert back to your usual, loveable human child self… Given one or… possibly two full moons…"
Lincoln used the old Loud House approved swear to express the utter dissatisfaction he went through, "Dang it…"
Blitzo intervened with a wide smirk, "Hey, look at it this way, now you can get into adult places and have all the fun kids aren't allowed to because it'll mentally scar them for life, so have a wild go at it!"
"Does he ever stop talking?" Octavia growled.
"Only when his mouth's busy with my-"
Her father's answer was cut off by a livid Loona storming past them, "If anyone needs me, I'll be punching the nearest asshole outside…"
A guilty Millie and Moxxie walked in, the latter coughing into his fist, "Let's… forget this episode in our lives. So, what happened?"
While the group talked, Verosika observed the whole exchange and an idea formed in her head…
-I.M.P. HQ-
"Lessons have been learned," Lincoln groaned while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Millie, Moxxie, I am so sorry I-"
"Don't be, sweetie, Mox and I had some of the best time of our lives thanks to the added lust!" the southern belle imp beamed in pride. "I may even give you a little sibling!"
"Millie!" her husband grew flustered. "Please, that's a bit too, uh, personal to just discuss!"
"If anyone needs me, I'll be getting hammered," Loona walked past the group and to the fridge to find her stash of booze.
"So, this is where you work," Octavia had joined the group along her father. "It's far more of a shithole than I imagined."
"Hey, Princess, this is a shithole with style and character, so buzz off," Blitzo took pride in his company despite having to agree about its shabby appearance.
"I find it quite quaint in a so ugly it's fun kind of way," Stolas giggled and made her daughter and lover sigh. Then, he turned to the incubus in the room, "Now, Lincoln, a sex demon does need to feed off regularly. I do have a spare room for you if needed so you don't cause any further shenanigans around… Hmm, shenanigans, that's quite a word…"
As the owl demon mused about vocabulary, Lincoln shrugged, "I know, but then there's the off-chance your wife may find me and…"
Octavia grunted, "Yeah, I'm going to stop that train of thought and see if I can get the hellhound to lend me a glass."
Stolas rubbed his chin, "Well, while it'd certainly help to give her some stress relief, Stella is not someone you'd want in bed. I still got a few marks from our honeymoon."
Blitzo arched a brow, "Huh, that explains the butt scars."
Everyone else shuddered, the male imp grabbing a bottle which Loona handed him. Octavia made a finger gun gesture, pressing her finger to her temple and moving the thumb like a hammer. Millie giggled, thinking it cute how well her boss knew his boyfriend. Lincoln was more than a little tempted to get some liquor in his system but would have to put the data he gathered in a secret file in his brain of repressed memories.
Stolas ignored the mental scars he was creating and beamed, "Anyhow, Lincoln, why not enjoy your new status as a demon? You have barely seen the place and living behind closed doors isn't good for one's psyche. Yes, I know you've been to other Circles of Hell, but since you haven't seen much, I'd recommend taking it in."
"Oh, that's a great idea, Your Majesty!" Millie practically glowed at the idea, clasping Lincoln's hand. "We could show you my favorite mall, and where Mox and I met. Also where we first dated! Oh, oh, oh, and we definitely should go watch a movie and other such fun family activities!"
"Won't it be weird considering that I look about your age?" the albino asked.
"Please, Lincoln, indifference is like air in Pride," Moxxie had only one shot and was good to go. While not as drunk like when he was nearly drowned in beer at the Spring Break fiasco, he had enough alcohol in him to make sense, be blunt and agree to his wife's ideas, "Trust me, the only reason it'd look weird would be if we weren't armed. Hell, we could say we're your bodyguards."
"Does that bring fond memories," Stolas cooed.
"Hey, that was a one-time gig," Blitzo reminded the feathered sugar daddy.
"And you fucked it up badly," Octavia recalled bitterly, but then a small smirk formed on her beak. "Although it was fun to see that clown burn."
"My point stands, it should be fun!" Stolas cheered. "Just remember to see me often, dear boy. If you let that hunger of yours go unchecked, you could cause some, hmhmhm, trouble."
"Well, alright, I've been curious to see more of Hell," the human-turned-demon admitted.
"Yippee-ki-yay!" Millie immediately dragged Lincoln outside with a worried and slowly sobering up Moxxie right behind.
Once the three left the building, Stolas rubbed his beak in thought, which his daughter noted, "What do you have planned?"
Chortling darkly, the demon prince decided to be honest, "That child has such promise in the dark arts, it is terrifyingly amusing. He even got you, my dear Via, to nearly succumb to lust." Groaning at the memory, the goth owl girl glared at her father, her feathers ruffling, but the demon continued, "Tell me, how many would-be suitors have attempted the same but failed?"
It was right when she opened her beak to retort that she paused and then closed it, "Unholy shit…"
"Precisely," Stolas smirked. "Let's see how he develops around this Circle with the two littler imps' help. Getting to know about this environment and getting a closer look at its people. In due time, with his experience and natural talent… Why, I'd wager he could be a proper overlord. Easily a duke without effort. Hm, Duke Lincoln Loud… It has such a funny ring to it."
Octavia froze and Loona instinctively glared before downing her third glass of Scotch.
Blitzo flinched, "For Satan's left nut sack, if you want to marry your daughter to my intern you should know-"
"Don't worry, my darling Blitzy, that's up for Via to decide," Stolas sang, sliding a finger on the imp's horn.
Grunting, the imp decided to be somewhat kind, "Listen, from someone who's wasted his life with a bag of holes known as a sex demon… The answer to any argument is hate-fucking each other senseless until one of you admits their fault or see that it's not going to work."
"Blitz!" Loona roared while Octavia slapped her own face.
"Really?" the owl princess asked her father. "Him?"
"Yes, him," the prince hooted in laughter.
-Imp City Market-
"I must say, as dangerous as Hell is, walking with you two out in the open is nice," Lincoln admitted to the hitmen guiding him.
The market was quite a large, bustling place with plenty of stores at the sides of the streets which weren't all that legally set. Carts and stands akin to those he saw in some of old-fashioned gangster flicks sold any and all kinds of goods. Food, clothes, and knockoffs of everything under the sun. Haggling was common, as well as seeing imps holding each other at gunpoint in the middle of transactions and trades. It was quite a sight to say the least of savage lands with wilder mindsets. It was almost as chaotic as that one time he attempted to get cereal for himself but had to deal with his sisters, but with violence and swearing.
"Shucks, you're just saying that to get your Ma to blush," Millie beamed proudly.
Moxxie did arch a brow, "I shall admit it is odd to be treated with so much respect considering you look like such a high-ranking demon now."
"That just means we get to rub it in everyone's faces how handsome our boy is, Mox," as always, the female side of the M&M duo looked at the bright side of anything.
"Alright, it now feels much stranger hearing you say that considering Lincoln now looks about our age," the gun expert confessed.
"Considering I'm a kid in mind and, apparently, soul…" Lincoln started before taking a deep sigh. "Yeah, real weird."
"What's weird is you not walking right on over, handsome!" said a female imp wearing what could only be considered a handkerchief over her breasts and a denim miniskirt too small to be considered more than a piece of underwear. Both imp assassins protectively stood between Lincoln and the caller, "Come on, sugar, you can even bring in your friends here for a good time."
"Sorry, he's not that kind of boy," Millie huffed. "I taught him better!"
Moxxie agreed, turning to Lincoln, "Perhaps we should find a way to lay low."
"I second that notion," the incubus groaned.
Suddenly, a red blur pulled him away, "I third it!"
Millie's motherly instincts kicked in as she pulled out a combat knife, "Hey you skank! Let go of him!"
"Oh crumbs, can't we just take a simple walk without trouble arising!?" Moxxie snapped while pulling out a customized PPK from his jacket, still somehow fully unaware of the Loud Clan's magnet for chaos.
And he and Millie also forgot Lincoln was an adult demon now, and he easily lifted up the would-be kidnapper singlehandedly, "Hello…" he said awkwardly, looking at who he first thought was an imp but then, much to his confusion, had to look over, "And you are?"
"Hi, I'm Nifty!" said a tiny red-haired cyclops demon with a cute red skirt, white top, and her large eyes darting around to take in his every feature. "I just couldn't resist taking you home! You look so neat, tidy and utterly studly! I was just buying cleaning supplies for my new job and then found you, hottie! I haven't seen a man like you in quite some time and-"
Without a second thought, Lincoln followed his instincts. With one hand he motioned to the floor and with the other he dropped the cyclops into a portal to another side of Hell.
"Right, an incubus can rely on more than looks," Moxxie recalled to himself before widening his eyes. "Wait, Lincoln, did you just open a portal… without the book?"
"I did?" the new demon gasped, blinking owlishly. "Oh crumbs, I did!"
"Like father, like son!" Millie gushed at how easily the new addition to her team took after her husband.
However, her husband took a more serious approach, "Wait, if you can do that in your new form… What else could you do?"
"This shall be a fun month or two!" Millie cheered.
Off to the side, a limo drove by with a pair of eyes taking in the sights, the owner licking her lips as she pulled down her shades, "Well, girls… Who wants to have a go at fishing us a new member?"
Female giggles were heard inside the large vehicle with naughty intent.
-To be continued-
Hope you all enjoy it and do give A Loud Among Demons a good read if you haven't. It's got some chapters which follow Helluva Boss' canon closely, but TvFan2244 – the author – adds some good original chapters with an interesting background development every now and then.
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