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-I.M.P. meeting room-

Becoming an incubus and simultaneously achieving the title of top bachelor in Hell was not how Lincoln Loud expected to spend his youth. Then again, his youth was skipped because of a massive mistake thanks to him taking a demonic prince's trash thinking of it as treasure. Everything could go worse, so he resisted the urge to complain beyond what was moderate and understandable. After all, he wished to return home, a place of regular humans with somewhat normal problems to deal with. Granted, becoming a demon who embodied lust with the mind of a prepubescent child and the anatomy of an adult had its perks. Mostly the fact he could defend himself rather than rely on the rowdy farmer and the gun expert imps.

His two practically adoptive parents brought him to the office to check his newfound powers with Moxxie trying to be rational, "Lincoln, are you sure about this?"

"Of course, if I can do spells with ease, then I better test it out," the white incubus replied.

"All set, hon!" Millie cheered and motioned to the bottles and cans lined up on the frame of an opened window. "Ready for some action?! I know I am! Do momma proud!"

It was obvious she wanted to make up for missing his growth from a kid to an adult, but the Loud was eager to try out his new powers, "Okay, this should be fun."

Pointing a finger forward like it was a gun, he recalled a spell and focused his energy on it. From his fingertip, a red bullet of condensed magical energy shot out and nailed a can in the middle. The result was just as expected, the metallic cylinder flew in the air, split in two halves. Both imps and the human-turned-demon stared in awe at the latter's finger… before a grin overcame the incubus' face. Aiming carefully, he fired with Moxxie's lessons in gun use fresh in his head. It certainly made the male imp proud to see his teachings put to good use.

Millie, however, was as violent as any other Wrath demon, "Now the sword!"

Swinging his hand to the side, Lincoln conjured a short blade of crimson energy, a machete with a katana's handle light as air. Rushing to the last bottle he had left, the albino sliced the air and the glass recipient in half. Both he and the two other demons looked at the destruction in awe. While not as impressive as killing a room filled to the brim with dangerous and armed humans or fighting giant monsters, there was no denying that the new incubus had gotten a major upgrade. If not for the horror of being a demon and still having to get home, he'd have wanted to keep it.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Moxxie commented while examining the halves of the cans littering the floor. "Do you think this may be akin to a child growing up and developing proper muscles? Your magic's on point."

"Perhaps, but if this is only for this adult form, then I guess it's a good time to test what I can really do," Lincoln nodded.

"Oh please, like you're not going to become the deadliest fighter there is with your momma around!" Millie beamed with her hands on her hips. Then, she grabs a nearby katana and hefts it on her shoulder, "Now to properly teach you how to use a sword, try and keep it closer to you to not let the target read ya. That and you waste more energy with wider swings."

"Right, but I'd still prefer not to go that far," Lincoln tried to argue. "After all, this form will be gone in a month or two."

"And back to my little baby," Millie was conflicted. "Oh, it's not fair, how come I get you as the most adorable child and then as a handsome son to brag about in such short notice? You better let me send your aunty Sallie May some pictures so she knows to be jealous of my mom status, young man."

"Sure…?" Lincoln couldn't really say no to the imp woman. The fact he could properly defend himself in Hell… was still insignificant compared to how deadly Millie was, "I still want to try some spells to escape the curse and get back home, though. But if even Stolas is having trouble, then what are my chances?"

"I'll miss ya if that's the case, hon," Millie tells him softly, hopping onto the meeting table to reach up and cup his cheek in her hand with a soft smile the kind his own mother gave him. "Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours. Mox and I will still help ya. That's why we're yer parents here."

Lincoln was more than touched and ready to express his appreciation of such unconditional love, even more when Moxxie got on the table to stand next to his wife and give the one human soul in Hell a nod. It was a simple gesture, but the two hellborn demons meant everything they said. Even if they weren't related, he'd die as the worst liar in history should he say he didn't see them as good parents.

Unfortunately, Blitzo never read moods, "What's up, people? Any of you see that package with all the nasty toys? I mean the ones covered in lube, by the way."

"Blitz, are you really here to look for… that?" Lincoln tried hard not to groan.

"Come the fuck on, kid, my ass hasn't been busy murdering," the former clown snarled. "I may as well kill some time in my office if I'm not out there riding a bitch ass-first into the nearest shit hole in this pit of losers. Fuck, I may as well make that happen. Intern, you get me a saddle from the locker for our next mission."

"Unfortunately, it's been a couple of slow days," Moxxie pointed out. "It seems we've been doing our job rather well."

"Who gives a shit?" Loona remarked while passing by, texting on her phone. "If it's another dude, he'll drool around me while asking for us to kill any bastard who fucked his wife or said wife. If it's a bitch, she'll be drooling at Lincoln while requesting us to kill her bastard husband or lover for killing her. At this point it's almost boring."

"Lots of infidelity lately," Lincoln agreed, rubbing his chin. "Makes me wonder how Lori and Bobby keep such a strong relationship despite being apart."

"She or he any good at sex?" Blitzo's remark earned him a glare from Lincoln. "What? That's pretty much all teenagers and young adults look for before breaking up."

"Voicing your experience, sir?" Moxxie groaned, tired of his boss' inappropriate way of talking to Lincoln, who decided to walk out. Then, the shorter imp rubbed his face with a hand, "I regret asking already."

"Fuck yes, always had half my dick deep into most holes that can handle it but stuck longer to the ones who could go balls deep," and the former circus performer was proud of his work.

"Like your boyfriend?" Millie cooed, clasping her hands with a girly giggle.

"Millie, I'm also not above hitting a female in front of her baby boy," the CEO warned her.

During their conversation, Loona approached Lincoln and tried not to let him see her tail, clenching it between her thighs, "So, are you still touchy about the whole sex thing?"

"There's so much I needed to learn outside this place," he groaned and sat down on the couch while Loona took a seat next to him, tail still pressed between her legs. "And it's made things awkward between us and Octavia as well. Thanks for trying, but you can tell me to get going if that happens again."

"Holding it for so long won't be good for you, dude," she told him, and clenched her jaw to regain her senses. "Fuck, you're not hungry and still-"

"Wait," Lincoln realized the problem. "If you're feeling, uh, you know… and I'm not feeling the hunger…"

Eyes wide, Loona growled in a feral manner, "Of fucking course, lust auras… and we work next to Verosika Mayday."

"If that's the case, why aren't Millie and Moxxie-"

"No, don't ever finish that train of thought!" the hellhound exclaimed in horror, grabbing her ears and pulling them down. "I've tried to erase what I saw with cheap booze and it's still not enough! Ugh!"

"Sorry!" he apologetically yelped.

"Grr, my guess is Blitz must be killing their boner, well, Millie's boner," the demonic hellhound could never let a chance to mock Moxxie go to waste, like father like daughter.

"Do you want another cup of coffee for next morning?" Lincoln asked, already making his way to the coffee machine to have the perfect hangover cup ready the moment Loona would definitely need it.

"Thanks," the hellhound smiled, then blushed when feeling her tail wag and slap her thighs. Groaning to herself, the goth secretary shook her head, "Oh come the fuck on… Is this because of Verosika?"

-Verosika's studio-

Milky, the shortest of all the sex demons, stood on a stool to check her makeup on a mirror hanging on the wall. Behind her she could hear Coco and Apple fooling around, so she ignored their make-out session. Kiki was watching the door next to theirs and giggling to herself, trying hard to not rub her thighs together. Josh and Ace were playing cards with bored expressions. Outside the studio Vortex had sniffed and punched out yet another fan who attempted to walk in dressed as a producer. As for Kat, well, she didn't give a shit about him, but the incubus was outside doing some legwork.

Verosika was having a blast, "Hmm, still ripe."

Seeing her boss smirk without taking a swig of her flask, Milky quipped, "Is the plan still in motion?"

"Of course, once he walks out, we simply swarm him and see how long he can resist," Verosika added as she writes a new song on a notepad. "Of course, Blitzo will be a problem, but that's why we ordered that big horse figurine. With the two littler imps fucking and that hellhound of his either humping a couch or Lincoln's leg thanks to our lust and his combined, we should have enough fun."

"Do you want Blitzo's daughter to join?" Kiki giggled. "You're sooooo mean! I love it! Dibs on her tongue!"

"Patience, girls," Verosika scolded them. "Anyway, where's Kat? He should be back already with our new contract."

"Yeah, doesn't he just get those producers' dicks off with a quick blowjob?" Josh noted. "He should've been done about an hour ago."

"Maybe they got a good partner to play with," Ace joked. "You know those Japanese music companies have some kinky people in them."

"Right, I'm still angry we went there last time…" Coco growled, holding Apple possessively close to her.

"Babe, I was fine, you didn't need to bite their nuts off when they offered a gangbang," the other succubus replied and patted her girlfriend's thighs.

"That's something I wish I hadn't missed," Milky grinned once she was done with her makeup, kissing at her reflection before hopping off the stool.

And the day went crazy right then and there as Kat stormed in, "Verosika, unholy shit!"

Everyone turned in shock and a few levels of horror when the incubus strolled in. More like stumbled. His pants were a mess, he sported bruises, a black eye and a cut lip, and the limp was a sign he had recently gotten back. With a wheezing cough, the incubus collapsed on a coffee table, his right hand clutching a poster while the other held his dislocated elbow. Vortex had seen it happen and could barely believe what he had witnessed. It was common for demons to be assaulted in Hell, but the incubus reeked of the living world.

"Sweet sister Sadie, what happened to him?" Kiki asked.

Vortex sniffed the unconscious incubus before gently turning him around, "It seems he was assaulted by someone in the mortal realm."

"Like, were the producers really into BDSM or…" Ace trailed off while Verosika yanked the poster from Kat's hand.

"No fucking way…" she growled at the image on the paper.

"What is it? Come on, the suspense's killing me," Josh exclaimed.

Revealing the poster, Verosika gritted her teeth, "It seems Kat was not only turned down, we've been replaced. And it's more than likely that whoever did this to him is behind us losing that stage in Tokyo."

"The fuck?!" Coco snarled. "You mean this is a message to tell us to fuck off?!"

Apple was equally mad, "Let's go there and teach those fuckers a lesson!"

"Just a moment," Vortex caught a whiff of something odd. "I smell a trace of demon magic on Kat. Boss, it wasn't just humans who did this to him. There's some demon who supplied them with dark magic."

"Shit…" Verosika bit her thumb, analyzing the poster.

It depicted a cutesy group of girls, Japanese pop idols with a ridiculous name: Wild Owlets. They all had pink short-sleeved blouses with white feathers on the brim of the sleeves and collars, white feather skirts, and pink boots with, you guessed it, white feathers adorning them. Just to make them all saccharine and adorable, each one was jumping in the air with their hands meeting for a group high-five. It was a display of such sweetness that made all the demons almost retch and gag.

But the real kicker was their outfits and hairdos to try to make them stand out. One had red hair cut into a feminine pompadour like a crest and her angry expression implied she was the bad one. Another had green hair in a curly curtain over one eye to convey she was the moody one. There was one with yellow hair set in big and puffy feathery afro which combined with her wink and tongue stuck out portrayed her as the goofy one. Idol four had blue hair set in a pair of buns with her face conveying innocence. For the final one, she had pink hair in a bob, and her average but cute smile said she was the obvious leader.

"We lost our place to copy-paste idols?" Kiki snapped. "Doesn't Japan get enough of those? Actually, for fuck's sake, what am I saying? Boy bands in the United States are far more repetitive since the Beatles."

"Enough, this is fucking war," Verosika hissed with hatred in her eyes.

"But whoever's backing up these girls has some good ties to demonic magic if they can do this to Kat," Milky worriedly pointed out. "Sure, we're not fighters, but we're still demons."

"Fuck…" Verosika was at her wit's end… and then an idea hit her when looking outside the door. Soon, the gears in her head turned, and she grew a devious smile at her plan of killing to birds with one stone, "Do return that stupid horse statue. We won't need it. Remember, we've got an expert in dark magic just next door."

Her fellow succubi giggled while the males groaned, Vortex not caring as he picked up Kat to take him to the nearest hospital.

-Lincoln's room at I.M.P.-

"Note to self…" Lincoln groaned with his legs dangling off the bottom of the bed, his feet on the ground. "I will need to move out of the broom closet once my growth spurt hits. Either that or the attic with all the, ugh, possums and raccoons…"

"Dude, not to be far too obvious, but maybe you should've gotten the bigger bed when we went to buy shit for you," Loona said as she opened the door.

"I don't think anyone could've foreseen I'd grow this much here," the albino grunted. "Also, my back is killing me."

"That's what happens for wearing a suit over wings," the hellhound pointed out.

"Oh, right, I forgot," the newly formed incubus groaned as he felt the new extremities hidden under his shirt.

"Just saying, get yourself some proper clothes to spread them," Loona added.

"And I'm not wearing any of those outfits for male lust demons," Lincoln reminded her. "May as well get used to it rather than dressing in those clothes."

"You the same kid I see reading comics in his undies?" the hellhound was still sassy, lustful aura or not.

"Give me a break, that was one time and I told you not to barge in!" Lincoln snapped, sitting up.

"Remind me to convince Millie to get you boxers," the hellhound quipped.

"Hey, briefs are comfy," the albino retorted.

"Uh-huh," she dully replied with a nod.

Quirking an eyebrow, Lincoln had to ask, "So, is there any reason you're here?"

"Trying to get my… urges under control," Loona confessed with a grunt at the end. Shaking her head, she added, "If we're working together and I'm the most affected because Blitz's about 90 percent a dick and the duo who adopted you shag every night, I need to build resistance."

"Well, that's… surprisingly smart," he admitted. "If you forgive me asking, how's it going?"

Just then, Loona's tail wagged, "Fuck…"

"Still a work in progress," Lincoln sheepishly chuckled.

"Let me say it possibly doesn't help we still work near Blitz's ex," the hellhound noted.

Gulping at the memory of the succubus and worrying about what she could do, Lincoln nodded, "Yeah, it's a good thing they haven't seen me yet."

"That's because we made that whore regret meeting me more than usual!" Blitzo cheered. "Now let's get to the meeting room, we've got a client who wants to see us there! They just called and we're professionals, so get those morons and their murder boners hungry for us in all the right ways!"

"Blitz, could you knock?" the albino groaned.

"Right, well, maybe you should start paying rent," the boss smirked smarmily to try to get a reaction.

"I'm going with you, then," the new incubus replied. "I may as well see what the business is about."

"Hold up, hon," Millie stopped the albino. "While it is true you're now in the body of a demon, I want you to know this is not the way to do it."

"Did she just go against one of my ideas?" Blitzo asked in near silent shock.

Leaping onto the incubus' shoulders, Millie immediately got to work by grooming him quickly. Once the albino's hair was set into the perfect Quiff, the imp woman shoved him back. With barely half a second to let out a yelp, Lincoln struggled as his self-proclaimed mother stripped him. Moxxie was about to interfere with Loona close behind, although the hellhound was fighting back a furious blush when seeing an exposed fit torso. However, the two were too late, for the heavy-hitter of the hitman crew was done just as fast. Jumping back, the southern belle hell-born demon smiled in pride, hands on her hips.

"Now ain't that a handsome devil?" she asked her coworkers and boss.

Observing himself, Lincoln let out a whistle, "Not bad."

Millie had set him in a pair of black, pinstripe dress pants, white and black two-toned shoes, an orange shirt, and a gray double-breasted vest with a black tie, "Did you not have faith in your Ma, honey?"

"Wow, you even got proper holes for the wings," Lincoln commented in awestruck relief at seeing the leathery bat wings, just as white as his hair and current demon body, able to spread out.

Unfortunately, Moxxie had a bad feeling about the look, "Um, sweetie, did you buy this? It looks quite… elaborate…"

"Yeah Mills, where'd you get the dough?" Blitzo asked, rubbing his chin with a frown. "Did you shank any nouveau rich around town? Fucking left testicle of Hades, woman, I told you to invite me to that."

"Oh come now, I've been practicing my mama skills!" Millie exclaimed, slightly offended. "I merely took one of Sally Mae's sewing classes videos and watched the thing until it wore out."

Every citizen in Hell could feel the sigh of relief Moxxie let out, "Thank malice."

-I.M.P. meeting room-

Opening the door to the room with a kick, Blitzo beamed, "Alright, cunts! Let's hear all nasty details! How many do you want dead?! Did they touch you right or wrong?! I mean, they surely touched you wrong to get you here, but we know how other kinds of poking around can-"

Blitzo's good cheer was squashed quickly, "Are you always this obnoxious?"

"Verosika!" seeing his ex-girlfriend had the CEO of the assassination agency backpedal. He even extended his arms to block the door and his employees from entering, "What're you doing here?! Isn't it time to get all your holes pumped or did you confuse my dick with your last flask of Beelzejuice?!"

Moxxie cut in, "Also, how'd you get here without us noticing?"

"You mean while you were all talking about Lincoln's new suit?" the succubus grinned maliciously, licking her lips sultrily at the white incubus. "I must say, the look fits you."

"Bah…" the albino felt his stomach sink lower than it ever had, even lower than the time he got caught by the pop sensation and her entourage.

"Step back, you floozy!" Millie snapped at the singer. "This boy here's a proper gentleman!"

"And one of my kin now," the client reminded them.

"Fuck…" Loona realized their problem and then bared her fangs. "What do you want? If it's Lincoln, you-"

"Nothing of the sort, believe me," the lustful musical sensation stood up and strutted to the team, taking off her sunglasses and sliding them between her breasts for safekeeping in the confines of her cleavage. An amused smirk crossed her lips at the sight of the defensive stances the demons took, but mostly the flushed look on her main target, "I've come to hire you."

"And my dick's under 8 inches long, bitch!" Blitzo cut in with a glare. "I'm not stupid enough to believe you're here just to have us kill some fucker who isn't my sexy red ass! Oh, I may have been stupid enough to slam all inches in every one of your holes, but I've learned the lesson!"

"Please, yours wasn't the biggest," the succubus shot back with venom and a glare.

"Right, that's titty-fucking it!" the tallest of the imps walked to his ex, pulled a chair to stand on, and returned the glare at eye-level. "Bitch, you and me, a duel at sundown and-"

"Blitz!" Lincoln finally tried to put some order into everything. "Let's actually find out what's going on here before you do something stupid! Like, you know, betting me!"

"Intern, you're property of the company and-"

"Blitz!" Millie snapped, and you never make Millie snap.

"Fine…" the boss conceded and hopped off the seat, still exchanging glares with the succubus.

Everyone sat at the table, with Loona right next to Lincoln and fighting back a growl, "So… what brings you here?"

Noticing but utterly ignoring the hellhound's obvious possessiveness for the newly formed incubus, Verosika spoke up, "I do have a job for you. There's a group of humans using demon magic to keep my group and I from performing live in Tokyo. Even worse, they attacked one of my own using said magic. So, yeah, I think that fits your job description, revenge on the living."

"Okay, you cum-gargling whore, we take jobs from sinners, not hell-born demons," Blitzo reminded her.

Lincoln was too honest, though, "Except for that one-time gig as bodyguards."

"Did everyone choose today as the day to pretend to be a douche and mistake my ass for pussy?!" the CEO snapped.

"Aren't you curious?" Lincoln started. "I mean, if they're humans using demon magic, then maybe they've got spells or items I could use. If not to help with the curse, then to use for ourselves."

Verosika chuckled deeply, "Lincoln, you have quite a mind, but you should learn not to discuss such ideas in front of demons like me."

"Uh…" the albino realized his mistake too late.

Giggling, the succubus covered her mouth with a hand, "Do not worry, though, I don't mind if you take from them. So long as those bastards die."

"Excuse me, Miss Mayday," Moxxie cut in, deciding to make the question most needed. "You know of Lincoln's condition now… How are we sure this isn't a trap?"

"Good point, Moxxie!" Blitzo cheered. "Good thing that brain of yours is big enough to compensate for your baby dick!"

Trying to contain his anger, the smaller male imp slapped his own face, "I mean, Miss Mayday, you already know Lincoln's a human, but his new condition obviously has to be the reason you're here."

"Worry not, I won't do anything… he doesn't want me to," Verosika cooed, winking at the albino.

Feeling himself grow red, the Loud tried to think of what to say… but Loona beat him to it, "Back off!"

Hearing her not only snarl but growl in an animalistic fashion had everyone step back, even Verosika seemed wary, if still amused, "Oh, don't worry, I plan to keep that promise."

Being the only sensible employees, and also the ones who needed answers most, Lincoln and Moxxie start asking questions with the imp first, "Miss Mayday, I believe you want our services for a reason. Not just to tease our intern. You did mention that the targets you have for us are using demonic magic. So, why hire us?"

"You've got a good expert in the arts," Verosika smirked at Loona, who glared with her sharp fangs still bared.

Continuing from Moxxie's point, Lincoln questioned the succubus deeper, "Why not get an actual expert like, say, your boss?"

"Powerful as they are, asking the demonic mages for favors is like giving a wolf your leg and not expecting for it to ask for an arm as well," Verosika informed him bitterly. "And there's no way in all circles of this shit hole that I am asking any of them for help. It ruins one's image. Besides…"

Her sassy smile made the others tense up, Loona specifically, "Enough with the flirting, skank."

"Relax, I was about to state a fact," the pop singer retorted calmly. "You lot are cheaper and more manageable. Plus, I need people who can kill the worst kind of human scumbags."

"Your last five hookups?" Blitzo cut in.

"A guy who doesn't aim when peeing into a toilet?" Millie asked.

"Children and teenagers with too much parental support yet no desire to show responsibility towards their duties or hold accountability for their actions?" Moxxie was pretty close.

"Internet dwellers who'd like to show girls like me their kinks?" Loona bitterly told the audience.

"Um, politicians?" Lincoln got the closest.

"No, even if you're correct with the last one," Verosika conceded. "Second worst, then: entertainment businessmen. I'm talking of about the kind of people who look for pretty faces with decent voices, give them a total makeover, and enslave them to a role. Either that or get a group of marketable pretty boys who have no trouble selling themselves for easy girls and cash."

"What about SMOOCH?" the albino asked, getting weirded out looks from everyone. "What? I'm still technically in their target demographic."

"Oh, those guys actually put effort in their music like that Swagger guy," Verosika admitted. "Rare as they are."

"Just to clarify," Moxxie raised a finger. "You want us to assassinate a talent agency using demonic magic with a high-ranking demon backing them up?"

"Trust me, I'll pay you handsomely," Verosika added. "After all, I informed my boss about it and he doesn't mind footing the bill."

"Hold up, whore," Blitzo had been uncharacteristically quiet. "There's no way we're just helping you. If I can rub something in your face, better believe I will. So, how can we humiliate you now?"

"Oh, I've got it covered," Verosika pulled out a check and threw it on the former clown's face. "Read it and feel free to add another zero."

"Bitch, I'm not so easily-" the CEO's jaw hit the floor when he saw the cash, his eyes bulging out. "So, do you want a head as a souvenir or any other services?"

"Wow, that must be quite some money if he shut up," Loona was awestruck to say the least.

Verosika stood up, smirking, "Well, I'll see you later, then. Ta-ta."

Everyone got up, Lincoln slightly defensive as the succubus moved with Loona close behind the incubus… and the two crashed on the floor!

"Ow…" the incubus grunted. "What tripped me?"

"My, my, how cute…" Lincoln turned red at Verosika's turn, but his blush paled in comparison to Loona's. "Seems someone's got a crush."

Both his new tail and Loona's furry one were intertwined, making the hellhound panic, "Shit, shit, shit…"

"Don't hold back, cutie," Verosika told the secretary. "He is a catch… Hmhmhm…"

"Now you see why I hate that sack of fuck-holes," Blitzo told the intern and his adopted daughter, pulling them apart. "Just remember, sweetie, if Lincoln tries any of his fancy incubus magic on you, tell daddy and I will personally get to him no matter where he's at and then I will-"

"You'll what, boss?" Millie asked with a far too sweet smile on her face, making her employer sweat bullets. Well, that and the halberd she hefted singlehandedly on her shoulder, "Please, go on."

Grinning sheepishly, the imp helped Lincoln up and dusted him, "I'll… have a stern talking to about how to behave around a lady?"

"I love that woman…" Moxxie whispered with his tail standing up straight and a bright blush.

-Wild Owlets Talent Agency-

Tokyo, Japan, one of the biggest cities in the world and it was housing some of the seediest and shadiest corners of the world under its bright neon lights. Using such lights to cover their tracks was and is common in the circles of the criminal underworld. One such hidden sides of the illegal side of things was behind the bright and towering building known as the Akimoto Tower. Atop the roof was an old-fashioned garden with sandy fields, bamboo extending to the skies, and a small temple. However, it was in the temple where people worshipped not spirits of folklore, but demons of other realms.

"Ready?" asked a massive Japanese man to none other than the idol quintet. "Sakura, Akane, Aoi, Midori, Kiki… Yup, all accounted."

He was an imposing figure standing at 7-feet-tall with a strongman's physique. Muscles over muscles with a large gut that despite the looks had no fat. Balder than a cue ball and with fingers capable of crushing one with no effort, he was the last person to make fun of. Possessing a lock-shaped black beard, beady eyes hidden behind circular glasses, and a cigar dangling from his mouth, he was obviously the muscle of the dark side of the city. Donning a purple double-breasted suit with a black shirt, brown loafers, and a mustard-colored tie, he was obviously a yakuza.

"Yes, boss," Sakura, the pink-haired Wild Owlet, groaned. "Ugh, must we report to her?"

"Like, can't we just have you tell her we're doing good?" Akane, the redhead, added.

"And she's kind of scary," Aoi, the one with blue hair, commented.

"It's also just a drag listening to her drag on and on," Midori the green-head grunted.

"But it's fun getting some of that juice!" Kiki the blonde beamed.

"Just remember, you can be replaced with a few words," the bald man reminded them with a stern glare. "After all, getting a girl off the streets and telling her she's got a chance is how we got you."

Every single Wild Owlet glared, but the man didn't give a damn. He opened the temple to reveal a sigil which bore a resemblance to one used by a certain owl prince from Hell. An altar was built to worship it with a stool, a katana, and a large bowl. Snapping his fingers, the man easily summoned several men in suits dragging a paling businessman.

"Wait, just give me a chance! I'll pay you back, I will!"

Ignoring the man's plea, the yakuza boss grabbed the katana, one of his underlings taking the sheath with a bow. His men placed the businessman's head on the stool, the bowl under it, and held the poor soul. The girls winced as the mobster swung down the sword, decapitating the man with brutal strength rather than finesse. Once the bowl was full, someone appeared.

A portal opened in thin air to reveal Stolas' wife, narrowing her eyes at the yakuza, "Go, I told you not to call me at this hour."

"Sorry, boss-lady," the yakuza retorted, flicking the blood off the sword with a wrist movement. Pulling his cigar off his mouth, he explained himself, "We'll need some more of that stuff you give the girls to keep up their charm. Otherwise, well, we may have trouble with the foreign and local fans of that Mayday lady."

"Very well," Stella retorted as she picked up a vial, then bit her finger. Cutting her own skin, she let a drop of blood slip into the recipient before tossing it at Go, who caught it without a fuzz, "Are there any other problems you need my help with? Or do I need to remind you that if you want my aid, you must spread my sigil around?"

"Only one thing, boss lady," the yakuza nodded and tossed the vial behind him.

In that instant, all five idols' eyes widened as they lunged at it, fighting over its contents like wild dogs, their eyes glowing with demonic magic.

"Well, spit it out!" Stella snapped.

"Considering we've made an enemy of that Mayday lady, we could use some more of your weapons," Go smirked, brandishing the katana he had. "I mean, this thing doesn't lose its edge nor does it crack no matter how much I swing it around against walls. We'd work better if we had more like it to take out the competition."

Clenching her teeth, the owl woman gave the yakuza a glare, but he wouldn't budge, "Fine, you'll have a new shipment soon. I trust you keep my influence spreading. After what that imp-sucking bastard did, there is no way I can't afford to lose a hold on the human realm. Meaning, if this concert fails, your stay here in Hell will be worse than that of all other sinners."

"Don't worry, ma'am, we've got it covered," Go stated before turning to the idols. "You girls ready?"

Every girl stood up, Sakura licking the empty vial as her body and the other girls' glowed with dark red energy before all five smirked.

"Oh, now that's good stuff," Kiki moaned and groped her own bust, watching it grow slightly.

Midori snickered, "Yeah, that makes up for all those fans launching themselves at us."

Aoi giggled darkly, "I could possibly go for another secret meeting with them… hehehe, the last five were so cute whimpering."

Grinning widely, Akane cracked her knuckles, "Fuck, I need more blood now! Come on, let's get those suckers pumped!"

Sakura, done emptying the vial, nodded with half-lidded eyes, "What about Verosika, boss? She'll be pissing about and storm in, right?"

"That's what the weapons are for," Go told her with a nod.

-An alley in the Kamurocho District in Tokyo, Japan-

"It smells of decadence, regretful life choices, and something no proper jerk off session can solve," Blitzo started with a somber expression before smirking. "My kind of place."

Looking at the neon lights covering the city, Lincoln was tempted to run forward and check the place. However, he remembered that he was an incubus, even if temporarily. With a wave of his hand, he returned to his human form. A surprisingly meek Loona frowned at herself and looked away once she stepped out of the portal the crew used. She was in her human disguise, trying to remain close to the handsome albino. In any other situation, her adoptive father would've spoken out, but Millie had her favorite daggers with her.

"Man, I wish I could've come here with Clyde," Lincoln commented as he recalled the many games and shows he and his best friend loved from the country he was on. While saddened by the idea, he still tried to be positive about the future, "Perhaps another day we can make a beeline to the nearest arcade."

"You three couldn't let Lincoln help you get a proper disguise?" Loona asked the imps to not think too much with her hormones.

"Please, like you could make perfection change," her adoptive father retorted shamelessly in the same outfit he wore for the hit on a certain fat rich mad scientist.

"Besides, we don't wanna overwork Lincoln too much," Millie beamed. "And I think I rock this wig nicely."

"I think you make anything look good, Millie," Moxxie commented, making the hellhound and CEO gag while the incubus smiled.

"Ugh, hurry it up, kid," Blitzo told the intern. "Before I die of pancreatic failure from how sweet these two are. Tell me, what's the plan? Does it involve the horse I mentioned?"

"Keep asking and the question will be that it depends on if it's needed," Lincoln told the hitman before looking at the audience. "At this point, about half of our plans are actual tactics and the other's improvising. I cannot overlook the chance we'll have horses involved."

"Dude, you okay?" Loona asked, looking at where he was looking before staring at him.

"Right, sorry," the white-haired man pulled out a map. "Verosika says to meet with her at the Millennium Tower. Once we're in, the plan is to tail the agents, find where the leader's hidden, and… do our job."

"Extra money for axing those pop idols, right?" Blitzo pointed out with a smirk and his flintlock at the ready.

"That's one of the last things we need, Blitz," Lincoln informed him.

"Come on, do you expect dolled up girls in the show biz to not be bloodsucking harpies?" Blitzo snarled. "Listen, kid, you know the kind of milking Verosika does and human celebrities are no different. For fuck's sake, these talent agencies let in an actual demon because her music made teenagers and college frat morons horny enough to stick anything into any hole."

"Speaking of Miss Mayday," Moxxie started before handing Lincoln his PPK. "Just to be safe, keep it close to you. Our plan could put you in the line of fire."

"For the record, you'll want the gun to not get your everything sucked out through your urethra," Blitzo warned him.

Millie turned to the hellhound, "You keep an eye on my boy, you hear?"

"Loud and clear," the secretary shrugged off, but she did stay close to the albino.

Just as the group strolled out, some Japanese punks found them, "Oi, gaijin… Oi! Kisama!"

Everyone paused, Lincoln arching a brow while Blitzo looked back and forth, "What's this? The welcome committee or are these tit-wanks some of Verosika's groupies?"

"Give me a second," Lincoln kept his back turned to the punks and created a small circle of red light with his fingers, drawing into it before smiling. "Alright, let's try now… Ahem…"

Everyone saw and felt their throats glow red, and heard the Japanese man in clear English, "Who do you think you are rolling around these streets without paying the toll?"

"A universal translation spell?" Moxxie guessed correctly. "Nice, Lincoln."

"Yeah, and this had to be bad news," Lincoln grumbled before turning to the punks. "Do you mind letting us go? We're short on cash."

"Nah, you foreigners have good stuff on you…" one of them approached the group, then ogled Loona, "…and good women."

"Fuck off, cum-bucket," the hellhound didn't mince words.

"Oh, feisty, I like her!" the leader brandished a switchblade as his friends pulled out a bat, brass knuckles, and even freaking nunchaku.

"Alright, that's it!" Blitzo snapped, about to pull his flintlock. "You are worm shit in three seconds or my name isn't-"

"Blitz, let me at them," Lincoln told him, then started to skip on the tips of his toes in a loose Jeet Kune Do stance.

"Wait, are you shitting my dick trying to steal my thunder at being daddy of the fucking eternity competition?!" the imp was mad.

"Let me try," the albino asked with a smirk. Then, he glared at the punks, "Besides, I don't like how they talked to Loona either."

"That's my boy!" Millie beamed in pride while the hellhound felt her tail would've wagged if she wasn't in her human disguise.

"Don't get cocky, damn-" the punk with the switchblade raced forward, trying to slash at Lincoln.

In a split second, the boy-in-adult-body ducked under the swing and delivered a swift hook to the delinquent's jaw. The man with the nunchaku raced forward, spinning his weapon around his body in a blur. However, the white-haired incubus was quick to kick at his legs. First slamming his shin to his opponent's ankle, then the knee, followed by the thigh, and finally, when the attacker lost his balance, a roundhouse kick to the temple, all with the same leg. When the bat wielding punk rushed him, Lincoln slid forward and started launching fast punches, leaning to the side to avoid the weapon and start pummeling the thug in a flurry of strikes. And when the man with the brass knuckles saw his friends collapse in heaps of pain and regret, he was smart in his approach.

"Right, I'm heading out," he said as he took off his weapon and turned around. "I prefer my goth girls with a bit more meat on their bones and heads full of hair."

"Hey, this haircut is trendy, jackass!" the hellhound snapped.

"Yeah, and it's a fad that'll die soon since it looks like a failed Mohawk, which was an already silly haircut," the punk stated as he left.

"Well, bugger my dickhole, that guy had some brains," Blitzo was as crude as ever before slugging Lincoln on the side. "But look at you, intern, already doing the dirty work and keeping daddy's girl safe. I may have misjudged you a bit. Perhaps it is time I triple your salary."

"Do you really want a reaction out of me that badly?" Lincoln asked dryly.

"I'm a man of few pleasures," Blitzo confirmed with his arms crossed and an offended pout on his face.

During their discussion, Loona turned away from the point where the punk left to look at Lincoln… and felt her tail wag as it popped out of her human disguise, "Shit, why did he have to look so cool?"

"Aw, don't be shy," Millie told her while the hellhound struggled to hide her tail. "He's a real man now."

Moxxie sighed, "This will be a long mission…"

-Stella's personal studio-

While Stolas was the face of the Ars Goetia and carried deals with the human realm, Stella was no slouch. Demon royalty had to secure their place with either pleasantries, good business, or idiotic humans for the handful of sacrifices needed. And she was also a mother. Not a parent as affectionate and caring as her cheating, imp-sucking husband, but she had to keep appearances. There was no better way to gain power as well as influence than with one's children. Octavia being her rebellious only child was never forgotten.

"Stop slouching so much, Octavia," Stella sternly told her daughter with furrowed eyebrows. "This is part of the family business, and it's your duty to learn the ropes."

"You could've let me dress more comfortably," the owl girl muttered under her breath, hating her navy blue dress that was an imitation of her mother's with yellow stars and crescent moons adorning the skirt. At the top of her head was her crown, but the lack of beanie to bury her face into made her feel naked, "So, what now?"

Voicing negativity in a sentence was something she got from Stella, no doubt, "Now, you'll act like a proper Goetia unlike that cum-guzzling father of yours, straighten your feathers, and subjugate your first mortal servant to spread your reach in the human realm. We shall start easier by using a project of mine for this."

"Dad didn't say we needed to-" Octavia regretted her words when her mother glared.

"Never again talk about that mongrel loving disgrace in my presence!" the taller owl snapped, freezing the girl. Composing herself after stomping the floor, Stella heatedly adjusted her dress, "Let's go, now."

Octavia followed, internally wishing that she could be back at her father's and learning with Lincoln. And a small blush spread under her feathers, ruffling the ones on her cheeks. Remembering the way the incubus looked and knowing the kind boy she was fond of was still there awakened more than a few things in the heiress. He was a nice kid, but was a dashing gentleman as an adult. Part of her wondered if the lust was a side effect of his transformation into a sex demon… or she inherited it from her father. It was an attraction to a shorter male, though his mature form made him taller than her, so it could be a size difference kink.

Shaking her head clear of those thoughts, Octavia tried to appease her mother, "Who will be my victim, then?"

"I believe the mortals call them an acronym which translates to suckers idolizing mediocre… something," Stella stated, clasping her hands angrily. "I couldn't care less, but they will be easy marks made far easier as a little plan of mine works smoothly."

"Okay, so, what am I supposed to do?" Octavia couldn't care less herself, but she couldn't say no to her mother.

"Talk like a proper noble, use the magic your useless father's taught you, and make a deal with them," Stella told her through her clenched beak. "It's not that hard to figure out, Octavia."

"And it's my first time doing this, mother," the owlet retorted.

Both mother and daughter glared at one another for a brief moment, but that was when a portal opened, "Milady."

"Watch and learn," the white owl told the smaller bird demon. "Go, I assume you've brought the sacrifice I required. Leave them here and be on your way. You will be paid accordingly."

"Just one thing, lady," Go started with a frown on his face. "See, this one Verosika Mayday has set a meeting with us, and I can tell there's a trap. You mentioned she's a succubus, and we beat up one of her posse members. Meaning, if she wants revenge, we may need help. Unless, of course, you want to lose your foothold here."

"You little…" Stella shook with rage.

Finding the perfect opportunity for a jab, Octavia spoke up, "You made yourself clear, Go, was it?"

"Ah, a fine little lady," the yakuza smirked while Stella clenched her hands. "I assume the poor bastard I was told to fetch is for you."

"Right, and you mentioned Verosika Mayday," Octavia could put two and two together and make four points of view. "In that case, I do have some special weapons I can conjure to aid you. On one condition."

"I am all ears, little lady," Go replied carefully, eyeing mother and daughter behind his glasses without any intention of being fooled.

"Capture them and bring them to me, alive," Octavia said carefully. "I shall be the one to cast judgment on them through this."

With a wave of her hand, the young owl conjured a mirror which had a silvery handle, feathers carved on it, and a red glass, "You'll check on them through this thing?"

"Once I see them, I shall have you send them to me to deal with a proper punishment myself for this insolence, am I clear?" Octavia's tone and attitude surprised her mother.

"Like crystal, little lady," Go nodded.

"That's Lady Octavia, Go," the owlet reminded him.

Smirking, the man bowed, "Of course, Lady Octavia."

Once the portal was closed, the black owl girl contained a sigh of relief while her mother smirked, "Well, it seems you learned something useful after all."

"Not to worry, I'll take it from here," Octavia stated. "With my magic, I can make quick work of these fools."

"See to it, then," Stella agreed and turned.

The moment the taller of the bird women was out, the young princess fretted with her face buried in her hands, "Lincoln, what did you get yourself into?"

Unfortunately, on the other side of the door to the studio, already walking with long, angry steps, Stella fumed, "Sometimes a mother must be lenient to find out what to nip in the bud."

-Verosika's trailer-

"Bitch must love the attention," Blitzo grumbled, arms crossed as he and the others found a large trailer the size of a semi-truck for Verosika.

Fans lined up the streets for autographs with a familiar hellhound in his human disguise keeping them back, "Well, I knew you had a different look, but this is…"

Lincoln sighed, "Trust me, I'm still having trouble looking into a mirror."

Vortex then grinned at Loona, "Hey girl, on another mission or on a hunt for an autograph?"

"The former, believe it or not," the secretary said casually, her feelings for the buff hellhound having calmed down.

Although the bodyguard noticed the closeness to the human-turned-incubus and restrained a chuckle but not his grin, "You two must be having a lot of fun at parties now, huh?"

"Oh, nothing too big, though," the albino chortled while the goth blushed at the tease.

"Hey, big guy, is your walking condom of a boss around or not?" Blitzo was in a bad mood just for being around Verosika, seeing his adopted daughter teased soured that mood further.

"She's waiting with bated breath," Vortex practically warned them. "If I were you, Linc, I'd keep your boss and co-workers between you and her. Just don't tell her I told you that."

"Consider my lips sealed as thanks for the tip," the white-haired boy-turned-man nodded.

Politely opening the door for the assassins, Vortex gave Lincoln one last piece of advice, "Stay on your toes."

"I'll be watching you, mister," Blitzo warned the bodyguard, pointing to his own eyes with his index and middle fingers... and then flipping off the large demonic canine in one motion.

Unfazed, Vortex shrugged and closed the door behind the group just as a fan tried to jump in. Ignoring the sound of a fist meeting an obsessed man's face to keep him away from the pop idol, Lincoln looked at the interior of the trailer. The place was what he pictured morbidly rich Hollywood stars to have on movie sets. Jacuzzi doubling as a pool. Snack bar with plenty of drinks. A massive plasma TV…

Of course, the main attraction was Verosika, who grinned at the hitmen, "Nice to meet us, Mister Manager."

Lincoln gulped the lump in his throat as the finally shorter than him succubus walked up to him in all the sexual glory of her human form, cleavage in full display, "Bah…"

Damn his family's inability to process thoughts before drop dead beauties!

Fortunately, his mother from another mortal realm was ready to keep him safe, "Hands to yourself, you glitzy skank!"

Millie's battle axe didn't bother Verosika, who kept her smile and cocky attitude, "Don't worry, this is for business."

Not far off, Loona growled, "Yeah, right."

Obviously, Verosika's posse was ready, with Milky – obviously in human form – being surprisingly fast, "Hey there, hot stuff!"

Having the short-stack succubus jump into his arms, Lincoln stumbled as he caught her… and blushed when realizing he grabbed two big handfuls of plump, chocolate succubus ass, "Bah…"

Even Moxxie came to his defense, "Can you please stop sexually harassing him for just one sec-" And due to his status as the comic relief, the other succubi stampeded over him, trampling the poor imp, "-ow…"

Apple and Coco went to either side of the incubus, leaning on him and ignoring Loona and Millie's bared teeth, "We missed you!"

Lesser men hearing two beauties whisper that to their ear would buckle under their own weight from weak knees, and Kiki's strutting to him with her pasties and miniskirt combo would've been the end, "You're looking mighty fine in that, Linky."

"Back off, bitches!" Blitzo exclaimed, pulling out his trusty flintlock. "Stop eye-fucking the kid and let's get to fucking business before I fuck the new holes I'll pump into you!"

"Vulgar as always, I see," Verosika said but had to agree. Though mostly because she wanted first claim, "Girls, let him breathe. We can have fun… later."

"Fine…" all succubi whined as one, standing next to Lincoln.

Grabbing his face with one hand, Lincoln spoke to the CEO of the hitman agency, "Thanks for that, Blitz."

"Eh, I'll deduct it from your pay," and cue the tall imp's sass.

"I take it back," the albino groaned, and quickly stepped aside as he felt… something stir within him. It was akin to the hunger he felt, but he wasn't weakened, more like… awakened, "So, do you girls mind taking it down a notch or two? You know I've just become an incubus, and it's not been easy."

Milky grunted but nodded, "Yeah, yeah, we do need this asshole off our tits."

Coco snickered, "And it'll be fun to see you in action."

Apple beamed, "We really wish we could help, but we can be patient."

Kiki then winked at Loona despite her glare, "We don't mind sharing, though."

The shamelessly unsubtle statement managed to get the hellhound to blush, "Listen, you fancy whores, we're doing you a favor, so stop trying to cock-tease and focus!"

"Gee, it seems you need to loosen up," Verosika cooed, but seeing Lincoln narrow his eyes made her relent.

"Please, it's already awkward enough, and I don't need this…" he growled, and something in his eyes and tone, as well as a strong aura made the succubi go stiff.

Loona's tail wagged subconsciously while Millie, who was helping Moxxie up, had to fight the urge to rip off his bowtie, tear his shirt to pieces, and-

"Kid, tone it down, you're practically doing their mating call," Blitzo shocked everyone as he was unaffected. Lincoln's surprise actually killed the lustful aura he was exuding, but his questioning glance made the boss of I.M.P. grunt, "What? Do you have any idea how much fucking I've done to get to where I am? I may use this cock once a month, but I make it last entire days."

Regaining her senses, and pulling at her collar, Verosika turned to the albino, "So, Lincoln, when do we go?"

"Right..." the albino started, his transition into the building going without a hitch, "…now it seems no one suspects a thing."

Behind him, the disguised Loona was grumbling as she pushed a makeup cart. Due to being the textbook definition of a goth girl, she was brought there with a glare aimed at the pop star walking close to Lincoln. In the cart, however, things were different. While the succubus, the incubus, and the hellhound passed through the gates with the former's ID, the fake makeup box was anything but.

"You know, I imagined our first three-way a little dirtier," Blitzo confessed stuffed under Moxxie and Millie, both crushing his back with the gun expert wincing from the spikes on his back.

"With all due respect, sir, this is better than going guns blazing," Moxxie grunted before yelping. "Ow! And could you PLEASE move?! One of your spikes digging into my butt!"

"That's no spike, buddy-boy," Blitzo cheekily told him.

"Oh you mother-" Moxxie's torrential rant was cut when his wife shushed him.

"I hear footsteps," she warned them, pushing her ear against the wall. "Hon, you okay there? Say the word and momma will cut off heads."

"Don't worry," Lincoln whispered as two men in suits approached him. He put on a British accent, courtesy of a harsh lesson from the time he won a free limousine ride, "Good day, isn't it?"

The two obvious yakuza glanced at each other and then at the albino with the deliciously sensual pop sensation and the grumpily sexy goth, "Tsk, some bastards have all the luck."

Ignoring the angry one, Lincoln spoke up with a firm, Posh tone, "I'm Miss Mayday's new agent and manager, and I require to talk to your boss. Moreover, her arrangements are nothing short of atrocious, so I have seen myself forced to hire a proper makeup artist to work on her. You shall not change my mind nor bother Miss Loona in her work if you want to discuss about her new album."

One of the mobsters was about to retort, but Lincoln beat him to it by waving his hand, the two mortal men's eyes flashing red, "Understood, sir. Please, walk this way."

Verosika was impressed, eyes wide, "Did you use dark magic without help from a demonic tome?"

"Perks of this body," Lincoln admitted with a tired grin.

"Dude," Loona chastised him, but her stern gaze aimed at Verosika told the succubus to not dare to even think about doing anything funny with that information. Still, she had one question, "So, why the need to act like a douchebag Brit?"

"That's my best jerk impression," the albino confessed with a sigh. "Had a good example, too."

-Octavia's room at Stella's personal manor-

When you say the Goetia are loaded, you don't say it lightly. Octavia, though, couldn't give less of a shit about the money. Sure, she could have anything she wanted, but her mother's desire for luxury and her dad's pursuit of pleasures didn't seem to mesh well with her. Then again, she was fond of… Shaking her head, the young owl girl focused on the task at hand. Having just escaped her mother's watchful eyes as she talked to the yakuza, the goth went to her vanity set's mirror and made a quick call.

"Answer, answer, god fucking damn it, Lincoln, answer the bloody phone already," her accent got oddly Posh from her anger, maybe Stella did pass something onto her.

Just as she was about to make the call, her spine went cold enough to freeze her, "I see. Tell me, Octavia, who is this Lincoln?" Turning to see the last person she wanted to see, Octavia had few options other than playing dumb or lying through her teeth, but Stella was her mother and could call her bullshit, "You seemed quite thoughtful about something when ordering Go around."

"You aren't the only one with human connections," Octavia half-admitted, locking eyes with her mother.

Both stood with nothing to gain and a lot to lose if they played their cards too early, but one was more experienced, "One you didn't tell me about and who you are frantically calling through your phone."

Fuck, no wonder she married into the Goetia, but Octavia was no slouch either, "Father doesn't know I have already tried to control my own mortals. This is my own little experiment to get stuff from the human world. What? Did you think I couldn't get some of those non-conformist wannabes to eat out of my hand by waving pretty magic on their faces?"

Stella would've grinned if she completely bought it, "I see, not bad. You are cunning, quite so. Tell me, why associate with filthy humans instead of using your magic to just rob them? After all, you socializing with a mortal for material trinkets is quite unlike you."

Octavia felt her body clench every muscle for a brief second, but managed a good enough excuse, "It's more rewarding having those idiots serve me."

Playing on her mother's pride and attitude, not a bad choice, "Indeed." The pause that came had the young owl princess tense up as she tried her best poker face on the taller bird demon, who ended up smirking and placing a hand on her shoulder, "You may have an actual future ahead of you, unlike your father."

Nearly letting out a sigh of relief, Octavia nodded, "I-"

Her mother's grip tightened, "However, you are certainly about to do something to screw me over, aren't you?"

For once in her life, Octavia felt a more realistic fear than when having bad dreams about not finding her father the moment her mother's glare met her shaky gaze, "I'm not! I-"

"You impudent, little-" Stella snapped, fire in her eyes…

And Octavia reacted without thinking, "Sorry!"

Placing her hands on her mother's stomach, the young bird demon fired a blast of demonic magic when cast a blue light over the larger owl demon. Stella's eyes moved from place to place as she realized she could not move a single inch or muscle. Then, she glared at her daughter, but Octavia was already gone. Running down the halls with her hands lifting the skirt of her new dress, the young owl girl panicked with her phone still in hand. Despite the problems she was about to face, she couldn't help but want to help a certain someone.

Lincoln had chosen a bad day to leave his phone back at the office, though.

-To be finished next chapter-

And that's my rap!

Glad to get back to this despite being so freaking slow. Now, I'll work on the other commissions as I promised the other people who paid me. Don't worry, I'll be working on this one in between since the guy who paid for it decided to be patient and the others have requested for single-chapter stories anyway. That said, yes, this will have a third chapter since I was having fun and the commissioner already paid me with their infinite patience and a nice tip.

Swordslinger out!