Hazbin Hotel: The Million Year Old Sinner

by SenoirNathaniel

Stumbling into the undergrounds of Hell, Vaggie and Charlie meet a towering behemoth of a caveman named Oogar, who had spent most of his years beneath the surface. Oogar joins the two and enters the redemption program at the Hazbin Hotel, where he goes down a perilous path to redemption against powerful demons and his own primordial fears.

29. Catastrophe Strikes

Millions of Years Ago…

All seemed quite barren in the prehistoric tundra, with acres of nothing more than ice and snow stretching as far as the eye could see. All of which sat underneath a thick sheet of grey clouds, preventing even the smallest ray of sunlight from grazing the snow-ridden plains. If one were to venture through this bleak, frozen environment, they'd find themselves passing through a wide ravine. Clifftops oversaw the snowy grounds, standing tall over the frozen earth. The whole expanse seemed dead for no animal or man was seen traversing through the snow and the only thing that constituted a sound was the gelid, screeching wind that breezed through the icebound terrain.

But this chilling serenity was not bound to last as a booming screech disrupted the silence, followed by a baritone growl. Such noise could only be the responsibility of a tremendous beast and not long after the sound was made, a colossal woolly mammoth came trudging into the scene. The pachyderm wasn't alone in its journey, trailing it from behind was a herd of mammoths that stomped its way through the snow with calves huddled close to their mothers for extra warmth.

The beasts were traveling southward, making the long arduous trek to greener pastures. Their adventure through the tundra lasted for several days and they still had several more miles to go before reaching their destination. Their odyssey led them to this gorge, passing by the crags. Despite the ache in their legs and the ungodly cold, the mammoths were determined to get to paradise. However, unknown to them, they were currently being followed by an unseen presence.

High above the clifftops, quietly following the unsuspecting herd was a cavalcade of hunters, draped in woolly cloaks fashioned from previous game along with animal skulls that concealed their heads and their bodies adorning swirl-shaped patterns. They carefully stalked the traveling herd, analyzing them from cliff's the precipice. Leading the band of creeping hunters, Urgora quietly treaded along the gorge with her party following her every movement. Amongst the crowd of helmeted tribals, one member stuck out like a sore thumb, under a mop of brown hair and his skin empty of any markings.

Oogar remembered all the times he had gone hunting with his mother and father during his childhood, but even those couldn't have prepared him to hunt in a large group. Anxious would be putting it bluntly for what the young neanderthal was feeling, he feared that if he made the tiniest mistake then it would have cost the lives of many. Oogar glanced over the cliff's ledge, only one footstep away from plummeting to his death. He watched as the mammoths plodded through the ravine from several stories above, realizing just far he was from the ground. Before he could have a moment to comprehend the terrifying height, he was grabbed by the arm and tugged away by Dag.

Dag gave out a firm huff through his baboon skull, advising Oogar to stay close to the group for the time being. The young man complied, moving along with his tribe before Urgora lifted her hand into the air, signifying the clan to stop. Everyone came to an abrupt halt, all except for Oogar, who haphazardly fumbled onto his knees and bumped into Dag which in turn caused him to trip and collide right into a fellow tribal, knocking them over as well.

BMMF!

"OOF!"

BMMF!

"HEY!"

BMMF!

"WOAH!"

BMMF!

"D'OH!"

One by one, a tribal member dropped to the ground like a human domino. It wasn't long before almost every hunting party member was down on their backs, groaning with disorientation. Even a few mammoths from below perked their heads up, believing that they heard a strange sound coming from atop the cliffs. This group fumble came to an end when the last tribe member bumped right into Urgora, but thanks to her sturdy physique, the tribesman simply awkwardly leaned against her back. Urgora spun around to see her hunting party all in a big human pile-up, the tribe leader narrowing her eyes before taking a deep, anger-suppressing breath. She firmly struck the blunt end of her spear two times, and every clan member quickly scrambled back up onto their feet.

The last person to recover from the spill was, unsurprisingly, Oogar, who was hoisted back onto the ground from Dag. Several tribesmen glared at Oogar for his bumbling mistake but Dag stepped forth and grunted, gesturing them to leave him alone and instead direct their focus to Urgora.

Now having her tribe's full attention, the lead hunter crept towards the crag's edge, overlooking the moving herd. She carefully analyzed the movements the herd's movements, her presence unbeknownst to the megafauna. Shifting her attention back to her tribe, she let out a faint grunt that was just loud enough for her clan to hear. The first two rows stepped up to their leader with Oogar following along with them only to be grabbed and pulled away by Dag, who shook his head and gave out an agitated snort.

"Stay. Here." The young neanderthal firmly growled with slight annoyance, holding onto Oogar's shoulder with a vice grip. The tribals approached their chieftain, awaiting further commands. Urgora pointed out the ravine's exit, just off in the distance shrouded by the falling snow.

"Block it off." Urgora instructed with a solemn tone. "Keep them trapped in here."

As quick as the order was given, the tribespeople traversed their way to the end of the ravine while making sure to stay hidden from the mammoth's sights. While the group went off guard at the gorge's exit, Urgora gestured to the remaining tribals to approach her. Dag unhanded Oogar and made his way to his leader alongside the rest of his fellow hunters. They all carefully lined themselves by the brink, looking down into the near sixty-foot-deep abyss housing a parade of gargantuan beasts.

She carefully placed her spear aside and scooped up a handful of snow and pebbles with her sights set on the lead matriarch. Reeling her hand back, Urgora dropped the snow clump down into the ravine. The matriarch was still trudging her way through the gorge with her herd not too far but was caught off guard by something cold hitting her directly on the back.

The mammoth leader stopped for a brief period, its fellow herd members ceasing movement as well. Parents instinctively fastened their trunks around their calves, seeing their leader come to such an abrupt halt was more than enough to rouse suspicion. Using her trunk, the matriarch reached for her back and scrapped off a smatter of snow, curiously inspecting it. While it could have simply been chalked up to snowful from the surrounding canyons, the mammoth leader knew that they needed to leave this ravine with haste.

She carried onward, albeit moving at a much more brisk pace. Without any hesitation, the herd followed suit. Unaware that Urgora was watching them like a hawk awaiting its chance to strike. Realizing that she hadn't been spotted yet, she turned her head over to her tribe.

"Now." Urgora ordered and without hesitation, each remembered to gather mounds of snow, some of which were big enough to carry in their arms. Oogar was unable to properly understand what exactly his chieftain's plan was here, they were mere seconds away from plummeting to their deaths so how could any of this assist them in the hunt? Nevertheless, Oogar was in no mood to be scolded by Dag and so he dug up his own bundle of snow.

The cold, wet sensation of the snow slightly stung his hands, the boy wincing at its icy touch. His palms and fingertips even started to redden as the snow licked his skin. With everyone scooping up their fair share of snow, every tribal simultaneously hurled the snow right into the gorge. Thanks to the gelid air, the snow scattered into a cloud of white, icy fragments that rained down onto the mammoths. The beasts all looked up to be shrouded in a surprise blanket of snow. However, this was no work of mother nature attempting to thwart their journey. Even when they were shrouded by the sudden snowfall, a few mammoths spotted the small figures peaking their heads from the precipice above.

Urgora grabbed onto her spear as soon as the snow was dropped and much to Oogar's astonishment, the tribal leader leaped right down into the escarpment. Plummeting several feet down with her spear raised above her head and a primal scream filled the air. She wasn't the only one to make the jump, for several other tribals joined after her. It wasn't long before the herd took notice of this ambush and in a matter of seconds, panic spread throughout the group.

Due to the ravine's limited space, they had no attempt to scatter to build a decent defense formation as Urgora and the first few attackers landed directly on frightened herd members. Spears were jabbed into the backs of many while the once desolate ravine was now disrupted by animalistic screams and pained horn-like screeches. The mammoth Urgora had landed on wildly bucked around as she held on tight with a spear lodged in its back. It bumped against fellow herd members along with the surrounding canyon walls, resulting in rocks crumbling the cliffsides.

Despite this, Urgora still held onto the spear as tight as she could, with one hand grabbing hold of the mammoth's back. She managed to wrench the spear right from the megafauna's hide, the stone tip now taking on a red coat of blood as the chieftain briskly situated herself onto the prey's neck. The mammoth continued to thrash its head around in protest, screeching as it tried to pry Urogora off of him by reaching for her ankle with its trunk. Unfortunately for the mammoth, Urgora pierced into its head as the spear tip bore into its skull and right through the brain.

The mammoth's colossal body dropped onto the rocky floor as Urgora ripped the spear from its head, blood oozing off its jagged stone blade. She leaped off the carcass, going for the next mammoth that was close by, who already attempting to get a few hunters off of its back. To Oogar was stunned by this display would be a gross understatement, while he knew that one must risk their life in order to survive in a world such as this, he had never seen this mindset taken to such an astonishing degree.

"Oogar! Now is the time!" Dag exclaimed before he dove off the cliff as he made his descent, he noticed he was approaching a tree branch that was jutting from the rock walls. Right before he passed it by, Dag snatched into the trunk with one hand and started to gracefully swing his body around in a perfect rotation almost like an Olympic athlete completing a set of uneven bars. Building up momentum with each swing, Dag unhanded himself from the tree and flung him right into the herd. He successfully skewered a moving mammoth right in the flank with his spear as it bellowed in agony.

The last remaining person on the cliff's edge was Oogar, conflicted if he should join this ambush. However, he thought back to his harrowing experience in the cave and the words his father had told him when he was but a tyke.

"What will you do then? Fight or die?... The choice is yours."

The young hunter took a deep breath. He held his spear tightly.

And jumped.

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Lucifer's Estate, Hearth Room...

"So, Miss Vaggie, I've been looking forward to this meetup for quite a while now~"

"Heh... Were you now?..."

Vaggie held her hands together tightly and managed a perfect sitting posture, making absolutely sure that she appeared as presentable as she ever could. Despite being accompanied by her girlfriend, she couldn't help but feel her soul was being analyzed and judged by Lilith's glistening, silvery eyes from across the room. While Lucifer was quite benevolent towards her, she had to do what she could to get on Lilith's good side. These were the rulers of Hell itself after all.

"Why of course!" Lilith confirmed with merriment, her ebony lips forming into a warm yet intimidating smile.

"As I've mentioned earlier, Charlie had told me so much about you, and to see how happy you've made my beloved daughter brings such joy to my heart... Well, if I DID had one that is!" The Queen of Hell expressed with mirth, Charlie and Vaggie anxiously laughing along with her.

"That's definitely true!" Charlie said with a nod before putting an arm around Vaggie. "I cannot stress when I say that Vaggie is the best person I could have ever met here in Hell."

"Indeed, I can certainly see why..." The Queen of Hell said, curiously leaning her chin against her head. Her visage still bore a smirk. "What say you, Vaggie?"

"M-Me?..." Vaggie peeped up before glancing over to her girlfriend, who was motioning her to continue on in an encouraging manner.

"Right, me... Well, to say it is an honor dating your daughter would be a HUGE understatement." She admitted. "Charlie and I have been close ever since we first started dating and I don't think I would have ever met anyone else quite like her. She was there for me and it only made sense that I returned the favor."

"Exactly! You have no idea how much Vaggie and I have been through so much in our time together yet we've remained inseparable." Charlie vouched for her lover, tugging Vaggie just a little closer by her shoulder.

"Though I must do what I can to keep her out of trouble. Like when a certain someone nearly burned down a kitchen when trying to make a salad..." Vaggie commented with a smirk, lightly poking Charlie right on the nose.

"Heeeey! it was my first time!..." The Hotel Owner pouted in response, her face becoming red as a beet.

"Ah... Nothing like undying romantic commitment... Glad to see that isn't lost on my beloved and his foolhardy love has been carried on too!" The fallen angel chuckled slightly, glancing over to a portrait depicting her husband offering her a wilted flower in one hand while incinerating a massive demonic best approaching from behind in a plume of hellfire in the other.

"Although, there is something I am a bit concerned about…" Lilith confessed with a faint menacing air to her words. Vaggie's senses were put on full alert, feeling a cold sweat run down the back of her neck. Charlie showed an equal amount of concern, the disquieting question had the demonic princess anxiously glancing over at Vaggie and back to her mother.

"...What would that be, Mrs. Morningstar?..." Vaggie gulped with incertitude.

"Charlie did mention something about you having a short temper," Lilith explained, adding a bit of emphasis to those last two words. "I only bring this up because I want to hear this from you, Miss. Vaggie. After all, you wouldn't happen to be... taking your anger out on her."

"MOM!" Charlie shouted, baffled by such an accusation towards her beloved. "Vaggie would never even dare to yell at me, let alone hit me either!"

"Charlie has given me so much to be happy for in my life, what makes you believe I'd do something like THAT to her?!" Vaggie defended.

"Sincerest apologies for the loaded question, my darling. I mainly ask because Hell is a place filled with many wrongdoers, adulterers and liars being one of them..." The Queen of Hell coldly elaborated, the crackling of burning wood seemed to intensify by her words.

"I wish to know if my beloved Charlie is in good hands. To carry the knowledge that she's with someone who is willing to betray her trust is something I would take personally." Lilith continued, that very statement made Vaggie's blood turn cold as ice.

"...Mom, are you asking this because of... Seviathan?" Charlie asked, garnering a sigh from her mother.

"I'm sorry, my dear. But after what he did to you, I'm not sure if I can fully trust her after the last relationship ended in heartbreak..." Lilith expressed genuine sorrow, clutching at her own chest at such a painful thought. Charlie looked down for a moment, a saddened expression taking over her visage from memories of her failed relationship all those years ago.

"Well, Mrs. Morningstar, there's a lot more to what Charlie and I have that you don't know," Vaggie said with a slither of confidence.

"Oh?" Lilith cocked an eyebrow at the Hispanic demoness's comment, eager to hear whatever she had to say.

"You see, I do have a short temper but it's not in the way you think. You see, Charlie means pretty much everything to me and that's something you want to protect at all costs." The moth-like demon opened up, Lilith couldn't help but be surprised at such a response.

"When I first came here to hell, it was... horrible. I would tell you about everything that had gotten to that point but that's a whole different story in and of itself. Besides, I'd... rather not talk about it. Not now at least..." Vaggie said, her eye darting to the floor while her lips slightly quivered with discomfort. However, realizing that she was starting to dwell off-topic, Vaggie quickly switched back to the subject at hand while also redirecting eye contact with Lilith.

"Anyways, the first two years in Hell were absolutely miserable." She lamented, looking back on the days that she had scrounged through dumpsters for food as well as mugging any random pedestrian she came across. It didn't matter who they were, just as long as they gave her their money.

"I thought my life wasn't going to get any better and there were times that I thought of just standing out in the open and letting the exterminators take me..." She continued, her tone growing more harrowed from her recollection. Lilith seemed quite perplexed by Vaggie's tale, she knew life was rough for many sinners trying to get around in such a big city but to hear what it was truly like from an actual denizen was surreal to the demonic queen. Before Vaggie could resume her story, she felt the cozy hand of Charlie placed upon hers as the moth-like demon glanced over to see her lover looking her in eye with a compassionate smile.

"...But then, she found me," Vaggie said with a small smile of her own. "And never could I have imagined that I would meet someone like her in my whole entire life and I am grateful for that. Always."

"Always." Charlie repeated with an understanding nod before leaning in for a soft kiss. Their warm lips gently pressed against one another as Vaggie softly caressed her girlfriend's rosy, doll-like cheeks. Lilith was moved by this declaration of affection, feeling an inner warmth beginning to overtake the confines of her cold heart. She calmly inhaled before letting out a soft breath to maintain herself so that a tear would not shed.

"Oh, Miss Vaggie, I am TERRIBLY sorry for ever doubting you in the first place..." Lilith apologized, racked with guilt. "Must I tell you a secret?"

"What would that be, mom?" Charlie inquired.

"You see, darling, I am able to tell when someone is lying. It's one of my many abilities as a high-ranking demon. However, not once did I ever hear a lie from Vaggie's tongue." The Queen of Hell said, every last ounce of harsh judgment she had towards Vaggie now vanished.

"Well, what is there for me to lie about?" Vaggie slightly jested, Lilith giving out a light chuckle in response.

"I suppose you're right on about that. And another thing, let it be known that you and Oogar are very much welcome to the Morningstar family!" Lilith exclaimed, her tone brimming with keenness. Charlie's eyes lit up with joy and a big smile formed on her face upon hearing this before springing from her chair to give her mother a tight hug from around her waist.

"Oh, thank you so much, mom! I knew you'd give Vaggie and Oogar a chance!" She joyfully squealed, her girlfriend looking on with a mix of relief and exuberance. Lilith returned Charlie's embrace with a gentle head pat.

"Right, right. Though, I will be expecting at least twelve more grandchildren..." The fallen angel said bluntly, Charlie and Vaggie's eyes both grew to the size of dinner plates while pursing their lips. An awkward silence took hold of the room for at least a good few seconds before Lilith hollered with laughter.

"Ohoho! I kid, I kid. One is enough!" She giggled, her daughter and daughter-in-law both nervously chuckling along with her and hoping to Satan that was a jest on the queen's part.

"Now then, I believe that I have taken enough of your time. Why don't the both of you go off and prepare yourselves for the ball tonight, it will be starting soon and I'd hate to keep you waiting any longer." Lilith bid a temporary farewell, getting off her seat to tend to her own needs.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morningstar?" Vaggie said with a nod, rising from her chair alongside Charlie.

"De nada, cariño." Lilith replied, surprising the hotel manager by speaking with her own mother ton guy e.

"You can speak Spanish?" Vaggie commented.

"Well when you get ejected from Heaven like me, you do your utmost to keep yourself occupied, my dear. Adiós!" The First Succubus replied with a giggle before leaving the room, giving the two demonesses one final wave goodbye before leaving them to their own devices.

"See, Vaggie? I knew they were going to love you!" Charlie said, courageously nudging her girlfriend with her shoulder.

"I know, I know…" Vaggie said, her small smile shifting into a trepidatious visage as she and Charlie exited the room and made their way down the castle's corridor.

"Hey, what's the matter, hon? You already know that my parents love you." Charlie asked with concern.

"Oh, I know that and I cannot be any more thankful for it. It's just that…" Vaggie paused for a second, trying to find the right words to say before sighing. "I just hope the same thing could be said for Oogar."

"Of course, it will, Vaggie! Sure, they may have had a shaky introduction but I'm sure that Oogar will be welcomed to the family with open arms." Charlie proclaimed with verve, approaching the closest staircase leading up to the second floor.

"As a matter of fact, why don't we go check up on him and see how he's doing? I bet he and dad had a swell time! Come on, this way!" The Princess of Hell said, gesturing for her girlfriend to follow along as she raced up the staircase. Vaggie hurried after her in a hasty manner, almost tripping over on the first few steps.

"Hon, wait up! We don't even know what room he's in!" She yelped. The two demonesses made it up the flight of stairs, though in her rush of excitement, Charlie accidentally crashed into a butler who was about to make his way down the stairs. Upon colliding, Charlie nearly fell back only for Vaggie to catch her right before she could tumble down to the first floor.

"Eep!" She squeaked out while flailing her arms around. Meanwhile, the imp came crashing into a suit knight's armor, one armed with a broadsword. The impact of the servant hitting armor caused his right eye to pop out of his socket as it landed right on his lap whereas the sword slipped right out of the armor's grip as the blade fell down. The razor-sharp tip aiming to puncture the butler's head. However, right at the last second, Charlie sprang in to stop the blade from piercing the imp's cranium by bringing her hand right underneath the falling sword and holding it up with nothing but her index finger.

"Oh, jeez! Sorry, Herbert, didn't see you there…" Charlie apologized while the dazed imp gave out a disoriented groan, slowly rubbing his head to ease the pain.

"It's quite alright, Princess Charlie... I took a mallet to the head during your father's croquet session and only lost one eye out of it, a mild concussion is nothing to me." The servant said, bringing the glass eye up to his mouth before carefully breathing on it and wiping it with his own coat afterward.

"Say, you know which room my son is bunking in?" The Princess of Hell asked, firmly placing the sword back into the armor. After placing the glass eye right back into his socket, the imp pointed down the left-hand corridor.

"Down there, take another left, and just passed the suggestive-looking statues." He dryly instructed.

"Thanks a bunch!" Charlie said before quickly making her way down the hall with Vaggie tailing from behind. Adhering to the butler's directions, they followed the specific path outlined to them, averting their eyes once they passed by the hallway of various marble statues carved into Lucifer's likeness with unrealistic muscular proportions and assets, most notably around the pelvic region. After saving their eyes from going blind, the two mothers finally made it to their son's room.

"Oogar, you in there?" Charlie said, knocking on the door. From behind the door, she could have sworn she heard Oogar whispering to someone else. A brush of heavy footsteps approached the door before it slowly creaked open.

There, Oogar revealed himself to his mothers, albeit not in the way that they anticipated. Standing before the two demonesses was Oogar but their son was now dressed in a baby blue coat that appeared to be too small for a demon his size with a tacky sapphire bolo tie with golden lining and tight brown breaches that were just as ill-fitting for the caveman, barely reaching his knees. In lieu of his helmet, situated on his head was a top hat along with a golden monocle around his left eye, and a tobacco pipe protruding from his beard that spat out bubbles. His stature also seemed peculiar with his chest puffed out to comical proportions while his arms were tucked behind his back.

"Uuuuh… Oogar, is that you?" Vaggie asked with a hint of concern, rightfully confused by this bizarre attire that their son was sporting. Oogar removed the pipe from his mouth and cleared his throat, ready to display his knowledge of 'fancy talk'.

"Ah yes, ma-mother, it is I. Perchance, Oogar. Your one and only perhaps son, indeed!" Oogar replied, speaking in a clearly fabricated regal dialect as he placed the pipe back into his mouth and blew out a cluster of bubbles. Charlie and Vaggie glanced at each other, wondering what in the hell did Lucifer do to their son to have him behave like this.

"…Are you okay, Mi hijo?" The Hispanic demoness spoke up to which the caveman responded with a haughty chortle.

"Ohoho! Oh, mother. Oooog… Err… I am fine! Very fine, very indeed. Whomst to say I am not fine, perchance? Incorrect indeed are they not, hmm?" He replied, leaning forward a slight bit at his finishing hum while raising an eyebrow in a condescending manner.

"Oh, señor oscuro ayúdame..." Vaggie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Charlie cupped her mouth and chin with disquietude, unable to properly make out whatever it is Oogar was trying to accomplish. Nevertheless, she still vowed to approach this oddity with dignity and respect.

"...Well, son, we were just checking in to see how you were doing. How was grandpa by the way?" She asked.

"Ah, yes. My grandfather and I had such of the greatest time of them all, yes! Very grand without any boondogglement!" Oogar gleefully replied, taking pride in his made-up word.

"Boondogglement? Wh-what?…" Charlie muttered out with confusion, her brain beginning to cramp from the caveman's use of the English lexicon.

"Why yes, no boondogglement. No such blasphemy for it to be occurring on this fortnight. Perchance!" He continued, pretending that he knew the words that he was spouting out.

"Right, right…" Vaggie said, cautiously nodding to the caveman's nonsensical ramblings. "Well, we just wanted to let you know that the ball is going to start soon and we just wanted to check to see if you're ready and… Well, you're certainly dressed for the occasion."

"Ah yes, the ball! Hoho! By golly, I must prepare myself for my tax evasion first. Whomst to say I am not in the pie, not hither I must say!" The caveman turned cosmopolitan exclaimed, nodding his head up and down to a point that his monocle started to slowly slip away from his eye from the constant movement.

"Okay, then we'll uh... leave you to it. We'll get you when the ball is about to start. Until then, just-" Though right when Charlie would finish her sentence, the monocle fell right off of Oogar's face before hitting the floor, the lens cracking in the process. "...Stay out of trouble."

"Err... Yes, OoOogauu-I!.. I... will commence right away! Besides, how else am I going to tend to my money, hmmm-OH DEAR!" Oogar said, reaching into his pocket to showcase his fake dollar bills only for them to slip from his grip and scatter onto the floor. The caveman yipped with surprise before quickly scooping up every last counterfeit bill laying on the floor, as well as his monocle. One bill fluttered up to Vaggie's leg, prompting her to pick it up where she was met with Niffty's likeness plastered on the soul.

"...Why do these souls have Niffty's face on i-" Before Vaggie could finish her question, the bill was snatched from her hand as Oogar hastily stuffed it back into his coat pocket.

"Niffty!? Whomst Niffty!? I don't have a Niffty in my hair! No ma'am!..." Oogar sputtered out in a frantic mess before his eyes suspiciously darted to the side. "...Perchance."

"...Okay then, we'll... uh... leave you to it." Vaggie said with a shrug before promptly leaving her son to her own devices with Charlie hurrying along with her.

"...Yes, err... Cheerio for now!" Oogar awkwardly waved before slamming the door shut, leaving his mothers quite bewildered at what they had experienced. Vaggie blinked twice, wondering what she saw actually happened.

"Where did he get those clothes?..." Vaggie said, turning to her lover for answers. "...Better yet, where did he get that pipe!?"

"And how does he know about tax evasion!?" Charlie added to heaps of questions that she was positively sure she and Vaggie would be constantly asking as they walked away from their son's chambers. Oogar, meanwhile, wadded up all of his Niffty Bucks and stuffed him back into his pocket before adjusting the cracked monocle onto his eye. Suddenly, his chest fur started to rustle for a moment before Niffty popped right out.

"Wowie, Oogar, only half an hour of studying fancy words and another twenty minutes goofing off, you proved yourself to be a natural!" The cyclopean demon complimented as her larger friend looked himself in the mirror so that he could better apply his monocle.

"Is... Niffty sure?" Oogar asked, having dropped his snooty persona altogether. "Mama's did not seem to like it all that much."

"Naaaah, they were just absolutely speechless by how fancy you were big guy! I'll admit, you did come off a bit rusty but you saved it with the 'boondogglement'. People will think you're really smart if you invent new words!" Niffty said before pulling out another obscenely large textbook, one that was twice her body size as she opened and leaned it against the wall.

"Oogar don't know about this, Niffty. Grandpa seemed to like Oogar for being Oogar." Oogar admitted, finally adjusting his monocle before self-cautiously analyzing himself in the mirror. "This doesn't feel like Oogar..."

"Oh, no need to be so worried big guy! Once you show that you can be as fancy as those rich folks, then they're surely going to like ya!" The cleaning lady assured while the caveman approached his smaller companion for mingling tips.

"Alrighty, here's one for ya. The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human ra-Hang on a sec..." Niffty said, giving the book a second glance.

"D'oh! Silly me, these are my personal memoirs!" Niffty giggled with slight embarrassment as the neolithic demon tilted his head with confusion.

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The Royal Morningstar Ballroom, Several Hours Later...

Night had come and the royal ballroom was filling up significantly with only demons of the highest status that Hell had to offer. Attendants hailing from different rings made the long journey of leaving their cozy mansions so that they may cavort with their fellow magnates. The ballroom itself was quite vast in size with a vibrant color scheme of red and gold, imp servants scattered about offering hors d'oeuvres and wine glasses to guests, tables laid out by the sides displaying many lavish meals for one's choosing along with beautifully crafted ice sculptures, and there was even a small scale orchestra providing soothing music that was perfect for a waltz.

The whole room reeked of snootiness and entitlement with ball guests discussing the latest gossip along with flaunting their wealth just so they could brag about their superiority. Approaching the ballroom's entrance, Charlie and Vaggie prepared to step into the gala, both of whom were clad in gorgeous matching dresses with a red and black color scheme. The latter of which was still fairly nervous, knowing that compared to the rest of the attendees, she'd stick out like a sore thumb. However, she felt Charlie softly grasp her hand as she turned to be met with the princess's vibrant, assuring yellow eyes.

"Ready?" Charlie asked with a smile. Vaggie turned back over to the ballroom and though she was still uncertain, she knew that Charlie had her back.

"Ready." She said and just like that, the two entered the ballroom, hand in hand. Not too far behind them, Oogar marched his way up to the entryway before stopping by the threshold, bearing his ridiculous fancy clothes.

"Remember..." Niffty's voice buzzed out, the caveman looking down to see her head emerge out from her chest. "Walk with a full stride! People will think YOU'RE very important."

Niffty slunk back into the neanderthal's chest hair and with her advice in mind, Oogar huffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and proceeded forward. The caveman strolled into the ballroom with a confident stride, his eyes looking up at his ceiling and his arms wildly swaying along to his boisterous movement. The mammoth demon swaggered his way amongst the demonic crowd, though in his confidence-induced saunter, he accidentally knocked over unsuspecting party members over. He bumped into one scrawny attendee who was pushed forward into the bosom of a plump female attendee, who was taken aback by such a perverted gesture.

"Oh, you filthy animal! You're LUCKY I'm into this shit!" She shrieked before grabbing onto the thin demon and tugging him into a sloppy makeout session much to the charging of a few guests who witnessed this. Oogar continued to march his way down, his right paw accidentally swinging right smack into an imp butler. The force of his punch sent the poor servant sailing through the ballroom before crashing right into a group of demons, knocking two over while the surrounding attendees dropped their wine glasses from this surprise attack.

"Ugh... What happene-..." The butler looked up to see several angry demons all glaring daggers at him, not taking kindly to their conversation being interrupted. The terrified imp let out a shrill gulp before quickly scurrying off right when the attendees could all dogpile him, tearing into the poor fools that the servant landed on top of instead. Meanwhile, Charlie and Vaggie briskly moved through the crowd in search of the hotel owner's parents. Thankfully they managed to spot them up in the far right corner of the ballroom, and much to both demonesses' surprise, the king and queen were currently conversing with Raum.

"I'm quite surprised that you were willing to have me here in spite of everything that has happened, my lord," Raum said as Lucifer helped himself to a blood martini with an eyeball garnish, guzzling down his beverage. "I'm equally surprised that you were so willing to let me set foot on your estate."

"Now, Raum, you're an esteemed guest and while your son's actions cannot be ignored, you're still welcomed in our abode. Right, Luci?" Lilith assured before turning to Lucifer, who pulled the eyeball from the toothpick it was skewered on before popping it into his mouth. He happily chewed it, unaware that his wife was calling out to him.

"Ahem. Luci." Lilith said, sternly clearing her throat to get her husband's attention. The King of Hell gave a shrill yip and quickly gulped his treat.

"Yes, yes!" Lucifer exclaimed nodding his head, his hat tilting forward with the snake wrapped around his crown correcting the position. "Raum, out of all the Goetia that I had met in my long life, you're one of the few whom I genuinely enjoy the company of."

"I'm not quite sure if I truly deserve your hospitality... But it's an honor nonetheless." Raum said with a cordial nod.

"Mom! Dad!" Charlie's shrill voice suddenly called out, prompting the three demons to turn to where they heard her voice. The Princess approached them with an enthusiastic wave, her girlfriend carefully following behind, still clutching onto her head.

"Charlie! There's my candied apple!" Lucifer replied, lighting up to the sight of his daughter.

"My, my! The two of you look positively darling this evening." Lilith complimented.

"Thanks, mom. Vaggie helped pick out our dresses, she had a real keen eye for fashion." Charlie complimented her lover, patting Vaggie on the back.

"Well, it's no wonder you two look so dashing now!" Lucifer commented with a pearly white smile.

"Indeed, if anything I could appoint you as our royal fashionista. With a keen eye like yours, you'd do us wonders! Your tastes are certainly more refined than half the arrivals here." Lilith added on with a slight giggle, two compliments and already Vaggie was flustered. Unsure how to respond to this, the hotel manager nervously chuckled while putting a hand on her cheek to hide her blush.

"Hehe… Uh… Good one, Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar." Vaggie anxiously chortled, the king and queen briefly looked at each other with confusion before directing their attention back to the moth-like demoness.

"Darling, surely you know we weren't jesting with you." Lilith replied, Vaggie's singular eye widening from the realization that they were being genuine.

"Oh." Was all she had to say with a face as red as a cherry tomato and her body temperature starting to reach a high point. Raum, having stood in the background, figured it was time for him to integrate himself into the conversation.

"Princess Charlie, it's an honor to see you here." The crow-like demon greeted the demonic princess with a respectful bow.

"And hello to you, Lord Raum!" She returned his greeting by extending her arm out for a formal handshake. Raum paused for a moment and looked into Charlie's palm, carefully analyzing it much to the hotel owner's confusion.

"Uh... Something wro-"

"In five minutes, someone is going to spill wine on you and make it look like an accident. Oh, and a giant spouting nonsensical gibberish will be joining us soon." Raum bluntly said, looking up to face Charlie with a neutral expression.

"Okay, can I ask what THAT was all about?..." Vaggie inquired as her girlfriend recoiled her arm back.

"Oh, Princess Charlie offered her palm to me and I figured she'd wanted me to look into her future," Raum explained, the concept of a handshake practically being unknown to the earl. Initially, Charlie was about to correct Raum but not wanting to come off as rude, went along with it.

"Well… uh… Thanks!" Charlie said, not wanting to be rude. Without warning, the floor started to tremble with Lucifer quickly jumping into Lilith's arms while Charlie latched onto Vaggie, the two Morningstars embracing their respective lovers for dear life while Raum awkwardly stood in the center of this small tremor. Striding up to the group, Oogar stood before his family plus Raum and bowed before them whilst taking off his top hat.

"Grandfather and Grandmother, Much of the salutations, indeed!" Oogar exclaimed with tact-on regal persona. Charlie and Vaggie collectively sighed together, knowing that this was going to be a painful one. Already, Lucifer and Lilith were quite perplexed by Oogar's sudden announcement.

"Ah, Oogar, a pleasure to see you. I see you've dressed… decently for the occasion?" Lucifer commented, eyeing his peculiar attire. It seemed as though he and Lilith were going to have to slightly retract what she said about Vaggie's fashion senses as it clearly did not do any favors for her son.

"Ohoho! Why most indeed, I have perchance selected the absolute finest garbs perhaps, didn't I?…" The caveman said, letting out a boisterous chuckle while holding onto the lapels of his blazer.

"You... certainly did, darling." Lilith replied, attempting to be as nice as possible without damaging her prehistoric grandson's confidence. Lucifer, on the other hand, certainly had some conflicting feelings about this.

"And what how Brobdingnagian this ball is, hm? And I bet its Brobdingnagianing in the money too!" Oogar exclaimed, pulling out a wad of counterfeit dollar bills before fanning himself with it. Though, while he did flaunt his pseduo-riches, it left the whole group stupefied as to what he was trying to accomplish here.

"Mhm. Right, right." Lucifer nodded, staring at his own wine glass while moving it around in a circular motion, letting the liquid slosh from side to side.

"Is he alright, my dear? He wasn't like this when we first met him..." Lilith whispered to her husband, leaning up against him with a hand beside her lip. "Is he ill with a fever? Has he had any fluids? Could it be that he's suffering from flesh-eating parasites that have driven him into a manic state?"

"Perhaps dear... Or maybe, I might have spoiled him too much! Oh, I'm a HORRIBLE grandpa..." Lucifer lamented before he started to whimper like a puppy dog. Lilith was quick to console him, holding him close and skidding a tender hand along his blonde hair.

"It's alright my dear, you're doing your best." The Queen of Hell assured her lover while Raum cleared his throat, believing that his presence was needed for the time being.

"I see this is a family discussion now and I'd hate to intrude on such matters so I'll take my leave if that's alright with all of you." The crow-like demon said, preparing to depart with the group.

"Hehe... Err... Raum! I believe you and Oogar haven't been properly introduced." Charlie broke the ice, hoping to abate the awkwardness. "Raum, I'd like you to meet my son, Oogar."

"Ah yes! A very much pleasant greeting to you, sir! Mhm, yes! A very wonderous of the felicitations indeed!" Oogar said suddenly grabbing onto the crow-like demon's hand before giving him an overly-enthusiastic handshake that swung his body up and down like a ragdoll. After letting go of Raum's hand, the demonic earl dizzily fumbled around in circles before reorienting himself, tucking hands behind his back and bowing before his tawdrily-dressed acquaintance.

"Greetings... I take it you're the mammoth that stampeded through town and battled my son's army, right?" Raum came right off the bat with a loaded question, showing that he wasn't the only socially guache demon in this conversation. Oogar paused at the question, letting out a low mumble while Raum realized how personal his question was.

"Hey, that's my son you're talking about! He's much more than that!" Vaggie suddenly snapped, coming to her son's defense.

"Vaggie, stop!" Charlie said, stepping in to hopefully prevent a potential altercation from spiraling out of control. "He hasn't been properly introduced to Oogar yet, he needs some time to at least understand him."

"No, no. I shouldn't have asked such a question. I didn't mean to offend you or son, I know that he is the mammoth and figured it would be... a... good idea to... inquire...since...um..." Raum went silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.

"...On second thought, it's best I leave you be. This is a family discussion after all." The earl said, backing away in an awkward manner, almost bumping into a passing butler in the process.

"Raum, you don't have to-"

"No, no. I insist, I bid you all farewell, and may you have a pleasant night." The crow-like demon quickly bowed before departing from the group at a brisk pace, accidentally nudging into a few guests along the way to which he apologized in a haphazard manner.

"That poor, poor fellow..." Lucifer sighed, solemnly lowering his head.

"Indeed, that's what happens when you let your wife carry most of the conversations..." Lilith replied, placing a hand

"Okay, that could have gone a little better…" Charlie said before thinking back to Raum's prediction, her eyes cautiously darting from side to side. "Say, Vaggie? Has it been five minutes?"

"I… think so? I can't really tell, this place SERIOUSLY needs a clock." Vaggie commented, looking around the ballroom for anything that could give her a clue to the current time. Charlie couldn't help but sense that something wrong was going to happen. As a matter of fact, the air itself seemed to grow poisonous with an all-too-familiar stench that made the demonic princess feel ill to her stomach. She wasn't the only person feeling this way as Lucifer craned his neck up and raised a brow.

"Huh, that's odd. Why am I detecting raw emotions of disgust and contempt." Lucifer said before sniffing the still air.

"Oho! Must be the effluvium of the money such as I!" Oogar chimed in, pulling out a wad of his counterfeit money before fanning it with himself. However, the blind slipped from his hand yet again and scattered onto the floor, the wannabe aristocrat groaned with annoyance as he bent over to recollect his fake singles. "Why is money so hard to keep?!"

"You and me, pal…" An underpaid imp servant said while passing by, having overheard Oogar's comment. Charlie's suspicion ultimately proved correct when her demonic senses picked a barely faint whisper from behind, it was here that she swiftly spun around with an outstretched hand. A wine glass landed right in the demonic princess's clutch, readjusting the angle of the cup so that not a droplet could spill out from the brim.

"Oops-uh, wait… What the…?" Charlie's ears picked up on a feminine voice before she came face to face with a familiar acquaintance, one that filled the demonic princess to the brim with biting dread. Standing before Charlie was a woman who was young as her with gray skin, piercing emerald eyes, and ghost-white hair that resembled the tentacles of a cephalopod. Her attire consisted of a hot pink fur coat and a black pencil skirt. Her arm was extended out slightly into a subtle throwing gesture, no doubt she was the culprit who attempted to humiliate Hell's Princess.

"...Shit…Err…" The demoness pulled back her arm and pathetically hid it behind her back in a cheap attempt to look innocent. "Charlie, is that you?~"

"Helsa." Charlie replied without even a semblance of warmth in her voice, seeing right through Helsa's cordial façade. "You're here. That's… good."

"What!? How did you get here-I mean, greetings, Helsa! I take it the rest of your family are here as well?" The King of Hell said with a slightly anxious chuckle, his eyes shifting from side to side.

"Of course they are, why wouldn't we? Only demons of the highest status are allowed to attend although…" Helsa glanced at Vaggie for a second, sneering with disgust. "Seems a few pests managed to sneak their way through."

"You'd certainly be right on that, dear sister! Especially if they're sinners who think they can just waltz into a royal's life and steal what was theirs." Another voice chimed in, this one belonging to a male. It was here that Vaggie felt an internal boiling rage when a sharply dressed demon in green attire, shared similar features to Helsa, his visage wearing a punchable smirk.

"Oh, Seviathan, you're here too... Glad to-... It's really nice-...You're here." Charlie said in an attempt to greet her ex-boyfriend cordially, knowing full well that this interaction was bound to go south at any second.

"And a warm welcome to you as well, Charlie. Oh, and how can I EVER forget you, Vagatha." Seviathan returned the greeting, his voice shifting from genial to brimming with contempt towards the moth-like demoness.

"Listen here you Onceler-looking asshole, I already had to deal with another whiny rich snob who was thirsty for my girlfriend. I sure as hell don't need ANOTHER one..." Vaggie spat, Seviathan's smug grin only seemed to widen at that comment.

"Who? Malphas? Ha! Please, If I ever wanted to go to the same lengths as him, I sure as hell would've covered my tracks FAR better than that sad sack of feathers!" Seviathan said with a scoff, further chipping away at Vaggie's temper. His comment was overheard by Raum, who was simply passing by until he ceased all movement when Von Eldritch's snide remark landed on his ears. Rather than confront the boy, Raum merely sauntered off with his head hung low.

"Not here, Raum..." The earl muttered to himself. "Not. here."

"Well, the only reason why the two of you are allowed here is that you and Charlie's parents are acquaintances..." Vaggie hissed back with her own snide comment, showing an equal amount of distaste towards the Von Eldritch siblings as they did with her.

"Personally, 'acquaintances' isn't necessarily the phrase I would use..." Lucifer said, looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with the two siblings. "I just hope that Frederick doesn't show his smarmy ass her-"

"LUCIFER!~"

"Oh, fuck me." The King of Hell murmured to himself before craning his neck to see an average-sized man with short white hair, a pencil mustache, and drab-yet-dapper attire. He wasn't alone either for standing beside him was a gorgeous woman with long ivory hair that reached down to her back, decked out in a lavish ebony dress but the most notable attribute to her was a set of razor-sharp teeth jutting out from the right-hand side of her abdomen. Lucifer took in a deep breath, ready to get this over and done with while Lilith put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Be strong, my beloved." She said with a bated breath before welcoming the two with a small, pseudo smile. "Frederick, Bethesda. We're quite surprised by your unforeseen visit."

"Why of course, though the directions that came with the invitation seemed rather off..." Bethesda commented while her husband sneakily wrapped his eager little arm around her waist.

"Indeed, when we followed them, we ended up at a cliff leading into an endless abyss but thankfully we sorted things out~" Frederick commented, moving his hand up his wife's side before reaching the teeth on her abdomen, which instinctively chomped at his hand, prompting the demonic royal to quickly draw back his hand back so as to not lose a finger.

"Huh, strange. Very weird how things like that just... HAPPEN." Lucifer said in a painfully unsubtle, passive-aggressive with his teeth tightly clenched into a tact-on smile.

"Indeed and if I didn't know any better, I'd say that this was a-"

"THE MONEY HATH BEEN PROCURED!" Oogar boldly interrupted with a thunderous voice, his fake soul bills scrunched in his pocket although a few slipped out onto the floor when the caveman made his declaration. The heated discussion between Morningstar and Von Eldritch ground to a sudden halt with everyone turning their attention to the wannabe aristocrat.

"Yes. Money hath returned. For I have the currency… Perchance." The caveman repeated, hoping that everyone was aware of his fabricated wealth status. The Lovecraftian family was, for better or for worse, appalled. They had a keen sense of who was a commoner and who was a fellow affluent and this gaudy stranger reeked of the former, to a point that he was an offense to their senses.

"…Hmph. I don't know who you are or what gave you the balls to come here but this is a conversation between demon royalty, you ragged bum!" Seviathan snapped, pointing a bony finger at the larger demon. "So why don't you be a good vagrant and go find someone else to bitch about how hard your life i-"

"Actually, he's with us." Charlie firmly replied without a hint of shame to her voice, stepping in front of her son to shield him from the biting insults that were sure to come.

"Yeah, he's our son." Vaggie drove the point further, folding her arms and looking the Avon Eldritch's dead in the eye with a hardened glare. The response from all Von Eldritch members was a cacophony of obnoxious snide laughter, Frederick collapsed against Bethesda as a sickly wheeze escaped his lips while the siblings held onto each other to keep themselves from falling over due to laughter. This guffaw left quite a hefty blow to Oogar's confidence, the caveman's fear of being a punchline for the upper-class was starting to make itself a reality.

"Heheheh... My dark lord, Charlie, you ALWAYS give me a reason to laugh at you and this right here is comedy fucking gold..." Helsa snorted, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Do they read your bedtime stories, big man? Do they tuck you in bed and warm your milk too?~" Sevithan joined in on this lambasting, leaning against his sister's shoulder.

"Look, just stay out of our way and we're good. Understand that?!" Vaggie threatened, though her attempt didn't seem to phase both siblings. Helsa in particular found it to be quite humorous.

"Ooooh, I'm SO afraid of the sinner with a Napoleon complex..." Helsa jeered, Vaggie balling her hand into a fist in response to her comment. One more prissy comment out of her and Helsa would have gone home with a few teeth missing. "Please... Besides, if you really wanted a taste of real demon royalty then you should have gone to me~"

"W-what the fuck!? Ew! NO!" Vaggie retorted with genuine disgust, her face developing a greenish tint while cupping her mouth with a hand in case she were to lose her lunch. "I HATE the taste of fish and I certainly wouldn't want to eat it all night."

Helsa's visage turned redder than a cherry tomato, her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and her tentacle-like hair stiffened slightly. It was the Morningstar's turn to chortle as Charlie couldn't help but burst out laughing while her parents hollered like a clan of hyenas. Oogar joined along with the guffaw, oblivious to the promiscuous context as always, and so did Vaggie as well. Even Seviathan was attempting to stifle a chuckle only to be silenced with an elbow to the gut, courtesy of his sister. She proceeded to storm off in a huff, angered that she ended up being made a fool.

"Honestly, you're one to laugh, Seviathan..." Charlie spoke up, sporting a cocksure smirk. "Especially with that little guppy in your pants!"

"H-hey! I..." Seviathan, not wanting to show his vulnerability to his parents, played off the jab to his personal insecurities with an anxious chuckle while sweat began to pour down his brow. Lucifer and Lilith both went silent with wide-eyed stares, surprised at their daughter's insult capability. Not even the firest pits in all of Hell could inflict a burn this bad.

"Hehe! Charlie, you say the most damn things, don't you? HEHEH!...heh...ha... Oh, hey, I think I see Mr. Dagon!" The envious ex-boyfriend said before awkwardly shuffling away from the conversation. "Hey, heard you got a new obelisk made of styrofoam, what's that about?"

"Well then, since you're spawnlings are out of the picture, I believe this little conversation of ours is over, Frederick." Lucifer snarked, leaning his body forward slightly just to rub it into his Lovecraftian rival.

"Feh! To think someone as childish as you got to be king... Mark my words, if you think I'll give you the satisfaction you so desperately then you're dead wrong..." The Von Eldritch patriarch said with a cold hiss.

"Are you really sure about that? I'd go as far as to say your wife says the same thing about you, dear." The First Succubus interjected.

"It's true!" Bethesda suddenly peeped out much to the embarrassment of her husband. Realizing that she let her internal thoughts slip out, the Von Eldritch matriarch was quick to backpedal. "...I mean, how childish! That's absurd!"

"Yes, yes. Indeed. Now run along and waste someone's time yes." Lucifer remarked, Frederick feeling the overwhelming need to sock the King of Hell in the face but since he valued existence, he simply walked off with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Bethesda soon followed as the rulers of hell watched them depart from the discussion, making absolutely sure that they were out of their hair for good.

"Aaaah, finally... You know, that went a lot better than I was anticipating in all honesty." Lucifer said, turning to the remaining group members.

"Indeed, normally at this rate, the whole ballroom would have been on fire." Lilith added on with a chuckle. While they no longer had to deal with the Von Eldritch family, Oogar thought back to those words said about him. Those condescending sneers, the pompous laughter, and general disapproval of his very existence left Oogar with a sensation of social rejection.

"Hey, don't listen to those people, son." Charlie said, patting the caveman on the back. "They clearly don't know how much of a great person you really are!"

"...Thank you, mama." Oogar said, dropping the fake rich person to give a genuine response. "Oogar hungry. Go get food..."

"Okay big guy, be sure not to eat too much, and remember, you're much more than a few words." Hell's Princess encouraged, giving him a light hug before letting the giant go off to help himself to some refreshments. Oogar strode his way over to the nearest buffet table and although he did walk with a bolstering swagger, it seemed slightly diminished as his back was perfectly upright and his arm swings were relaxed.

"Aw, don't let those snobs get to ya, Oogar! They're all talk anyway, I bet without all their money and ancient demonic power, they're nothing!" Niffty commented, letting her face peak out from the giant's chest hair to help reassure her prehistoric companion.

"Oogar know but Oogar feel like he not making a difference." The dapper caveman stepped up to the table where an assortment of hors d'oeuvres was splayed out before him on shiny platters.

"No need to worry big guy, you're a lil' loss but that's okay, we can get back on track in no time. Why don't we get your head back in the game with some fancy cuisine!" Niffty said while Oogar looked down upon the table of 'delectable' morsels. Despite being finely crafted morsels for the only highest class of Hell, Oogar found it quite unappetizing for himself. He would have much preferred those small pieces of breaded chicken baked in the oven, preferably those shaped like those strange 'Dinosaur' creatures he heard about every now and again.

"C'mon, eat some!" Niffty encouraged.

"Oogar don't know, the food looks yucky. And it's looking at Oogar…" The mammoth demon commented, pointing at the platter situated before him. On the platter was an array of small oven-baked slices of baguettes with a ricotta-like spread and a singular eyeball situated on top. Each eye was staring directly at the caveman before they quickly averted their gaze.

"I know they look icky and all that but you gotta show these people that you got taste, Oogar," Niffty said, quickly reaching out from his chest to nab her a quick snack. "Which in this case is literal, so eat up!"

Oogar nervously gulped before carefully picking the bite-sized appetizer off the plate with his massive hand, holding it gently so that he wouldn't accidentally crack it in half. He gingerly brought the snack up to his mouth, forcing himself to open his maw. The eyeball that rested on the spread glanced over to the caveman, its pupil shrinking while veins while the sclera turned blood red. Oogar swore he heard it creepily whisper out 'Eat me...' to him, his resistance to devour the hors d'ourve only heightening.

"C'mon eat it, big guy! Be part of the pie, like I said!" Niffty said, hoping to goad the caveman into finishing what he started.

'Devour me. I am your morsel.' The eyeball called out yet again. 'Taste greatness...'

The constant chanting of the cyclopean and the eye started to invade the caveman's thoughts as he stood there, shaking before he let out a bestial roar and craned back the arm that was holding the appetizer. With a strong pitch, he hurled the snack forward as it sped through the ballroom at bullet-like speeds. Unfortunately, the caveman did not see where he was throwing so when he saw the eyeball-baked snack shatter a window before his very eyes, the caveman felt like it was more than a good time than ever to go into hiding.

Everyone present at the ball collectively ceased whatever they were doing when the sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. Not wanting to be the subject of ridicule, Oogar turned the other way and leaned against the table while humming a merry little tune. Oogar heard a few 'Oh my's and 'What the devil's thrown around but despite this, no one pointed a finger or batted an eye at the caveman. As a matter of fact, Lucifer didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that one of his windows broke.

"Darling?" Lilith nudged her husband before directing her hand over to the broken window. In response, Lucifer pursed his lips slightly and shrugged.

"Eh, don't worry. Someone probably got carried away with the absinthe. Happens to the best of us." Lucifer deadpanned before casually sipping down his own respective glass of absinthe, he certainly was going to need it. As startling as it was, most of the partygoers merely turned a blind eye and continued on as though nothing had occurred. The caveman's eyes narrowly darted from side to side but much to his surprise, not one mustache-lipped magnate or cold-hearted termagant sneered at him or whispered some off-hand comment. Oogar sighed with relief, believing that he had dodged the bullet, unaware that there were two witnesses amongst the sea of haughty partygoers.

Helsa's black lips cracked into a devious smirk, an foul idea began to open itself up to her. Seeing as how all her plans to humiliate Charlie had backfired, she figured this could be the next best thing. Her brother seemed also to take notice of this as he shared the same devilish smirk as his sister, the Von Eldritch siblings both leaned against one another and ominously chuckled.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Sevi?" Helsa chortled.

"I most certainly do..." Seviathan replied with a smarmy giggle, though a few seconds later, his sharp-tooth smiled diminished into a look of conclusion. "...not. What are we doing?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, just follow my lead, you moron!" The Von Eldritch sister hissed before grabbing her brother by the lapels of his coat and proceeding to drag him along toward the caveman.

Under the assumption that he was in the clear, Oogar mustered a sigh of relief before leaning against the table. However, the caveman seemed to put his whole weight on the table because the next thing he knew, the leg supporting the table suddenly snapped from his sheer mass, causing it to slant onto its side.

"NO!" Oogar shouted, reaching his hand out and holding the table up before any of its contents could slide off of it, the behemoth certainly wasn't in the mood to be plagued with another mistake. With a turn of his foot, a rocky spire shot out from the ground striking against the table's underside, replacing the previous leg. Sighing with relief, Oogar wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Excuse me-"

"OOGAR DIDN'T DO IT!" Oogar shouted, spinning around to be met with Helsa and Seviathan, both of whom quickly stepped back at the caveman's erratic response.

"Ermm... Yes, very the much of salutations perchance hm?" The mammoth demon putting on his fake rich persona once again,

"...Uh... Yes, very much. Well, my brother and I have come over to sincerely apologize for our behavior. You know how it is with parents forcing their beliefs on their own children. Isn't that right, Seviathan" Helsa said with a hospitable mien before turning to her brother.

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Of course!" The Von Eldritch brother replied, wildly nodding his head in agreement with her statement. "And, as unusual as you are, you're still demon royalty. Of course, that seems impossible that someone like you managed to-"

"Shut. UP." Helsa interrupted her brother's tirade with her needle-like teeth angrily clenched, stepping on his foot in an act to silence him. Realizing that he had overshared, Seviathan cleared his throat and awkwardly lowered his head, still maintaining eye contact with the larger demon.

"Well, err... You know what I mean! And we very much welcome you with open arms." Seviathan said with a chuckle and nod. Oogar certainly was not expecting the siblings were willing to make amends, however, this seemed too good to be true. Considering how quick they were to go from mocking to befriending him, Oogar certainly wasn't planning to suspend his disbelief although he knew that somewhere inside of him needed to give these two a chance.

"I... see. Perhaps, my most bestest interest shalt be to forgive." Oogar said with incertitude, Helsa and Sevithan's grins both stretched slightly wider which only seemed to unnerve the caveman.

"Spectacular! As a matter of fact, why don't we make things right and have a toast to our glory?" Seviathan proposed before snapping his fingers, prompting an imp butler to approach the three demons with a platter holding three flutes of champagne.

"W-wait, Oogar doesn't dri-"

"Now, now, you're no longer with all those ruffians down at that dungheap of a city. You're one of us, are you not?" The Lovecraftian aristocrat said before taking one glass of the silver plate with his sister taking another, the dish now bearing one remaining glass.

"Indeed, Seviathan, if he's going to be part of our society then he must act the part!" Helsa added on, awaiting for Oogar to take his glass. Reluctantly, the behemoth carefully picked his glass off the platter as the imp promptly left the trio to assist another snooty royal in getting wasted. The flute in the giant's hand was quite small, Oogar made it apparent to keep a delicate grasp on the glass.

"To the high life!" Seviathan exclaimed, raising his glass up in the air. This was followed by Helsa and Oogar upraising their flutes, Oogar being careful enough not to spill a single droplet.

"To the high life!" Helsa parroted her brother's words.

"To high life!" Oogar proclaimed before he and the Von Eldritch siblings euphorically clinked their glasses together. However, right when the rims of their glass met, Seviathan and Helsa both seemed to strike with an aggressive force, so much so that it caused the liquid to discharge from the glasses and splash right onto the caveman's face, most of which had gotten into his eyes. The caveman gave out a shout of discomfort, dropping his glass to rub his eyes from the stinging alcohol. With the bigger demon's vision temporarily impaired, Seviathan quickly approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, my word! I am TERRIBLY sorry for this, sometimes I don't my own strength..." He said half-heartedly while his sister cleared over the opposite end of the table, taking a few steps back before giving her brother a thumbs up. Seviathan held back a devilish giggle as he directed the larger demon in the direction of the table.

"Here, right this way. We'll get you a rag..." Seviathan said while Oogar outstretched his arms, relying on the sense of touch to see where he was going.

"T-thank you..." Oogar muttered before shambling toward the table with a stagnated lurch. With the sinner demon right where he wanted him, the Von Eldritch kicked the larger demon right in the calf, resulting in the massive demon falling directly onto the table. Thanks to his gargantuan weight, the table gave way and snapped in two almost effortlessly, startling partygoers to the sounds of crunching wood and shattering glass. Almost every attendee spun their heads right back to the table to see Oogar laying face-first on the floor, his vision blurry and his clothes stained with smatters of food. From inside the confines of Oogar's chest, she clung onto handfuls of the demon's hairs to keep herself from falling out.

"You damn drunkard! What are you doing!?" Oogar could hear Seviathan scolded with contempt, yelling just loud enough for the whole ballroom to hear. Still blinded, Oogar dragged his massive body forward before reaching his hand out for something to help pull himself back onto his feet. The caveman ended up grabbing onto something soft and fabric-like but his ears were met with a piercing scream, followed by a hard slap on the hand that made the caveman wince with pain. It was here that his vision had returned to the behemoth to see his own hand gripping Helsa's hip.

"UNHAND ME, YOU DAMN PERVERT!" Helsa viciously rebuked, repeatedly whacking at the giant's hand. The caveman immediately released his grasp on Von Eldritch's thighs, recoiling his arm back. Charlie and Vaggie watched the events that transpired, horrified to see what was unfolding before their very eyes.

"Oh no..." Charlie murmured to herself, she knew the kind of people Helsa and Seviathan are and it would only be a matter of time before the crowd blindly followed their accusations. Lucifer was also made aware of this, cocking his head over his shoulder and furrowing a brow. Without as much as saying a word, he, as well as Vaggie, stormed their way across the ballroom to intercede in this debacle.

"Filthy degenerate, how dare you lay your filthy, sinner paws on my sister you brute!" Seviathan snarled as a group of party attendees circled around the caveman, invading his personal space with ugly glowers and unpleasant sneers. Oogar was looked upon as less than a man and more as a caged zoo animal. He was bombarded with onslaughts of poisonous insults that chastised him for something he didn't do.

"Vile beast!"

"Disgusting!"

"Fucking degenerate!"

"To think Lucifer would let such a beast in here..."

The constant berating was beginning to take its toll on the caveman as more party guests joined in, enclosing him like a snake wrapping its coils around a helpless prey. Despite it having been clearly an accident, the attendees merely saw this cruel setup as the act of some drunken pervert.

"N-No! Oogar... Oogar didn't mea-"

"THIS PERVERT TRIED TO FORCE HIMSELF ONTO ME!" Helsa exclaimed to her fellow effluents, encouraging the throng verbally scorn the mammoth demon. Their shouts and reprimands overpowered his own voice and psyche.

As more people joined in, it felt as though the walls around him were starting to move, his vision darkened, and among the visages of the party guests, he could faintly make out the apparition hiding in the darkness. Its gleaming eyes locked onto the giant as it slowly emerged from the bleak shadows, its voice sounded as though it were comprised of a million souls speaking to the fearful demon that cowered at its might.

"͞W͜͜͟hat̸́ ̨͏a͟͟ f̨͟o̶o͟͞l͘͢ ͢y̷o͏ų̛ ͡͠ar̷e ̧̡t̶̀͡o̧̕ ͠t͘͠h̴̶͞i͢nk̢͘ ̨͏y͢ou̸͢ ̛ẁ͘o̡u͜͜l̸̶d̡ ́b̸e̢l̛͜òǹ͠͡g͜.̷͟͡

"You're... you're WRONG!" Oogar spoke up, refusing to let fear get the better of him.

"DON'T THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME WITH YOUR FOUL LIES, BEAST!" Seviathan retorted, the shadows around him growing as the Apparition loomed over the Von Eldritch, ebony tendrils seemed to creep along his shoulders while his skin and clothes took up a drab color. As a matter of fact, the ballroom itself started to slowly shift into a different reality altogether. The walls vanished and melted away into nothingness and the ground beneath Oogar stung with a dreadful cold sensation, the wooden floor had turned into snow that stretched for miles on end in an ice-ridden hellhole.

"You are a disgrace ̨to̧ y͜o͘ưr fam͞ily̸ ͜ǹa̡me̴.̕ ͜You̵r ́p̵res̴e͠n͝ce̡ ̴alo̶ne ͢is ̕un͢de̢s̵erving͡ ͜o̸f͞ ͠aņy͘on̷e'͝s̴ time͟."̧ Seviathan hissed, his voice itself gradually turning garbled and distorted.

"No... NO!" Oogar screamed as loud as he could but his voice was dulled out by the screaming of gelid wind while snow carelessly swirled through the air. Despite the caveman's great size, he felt small and powerless to the corrupted Seviathan that stand before him.

"He͢heh̶e.̨.͜.͠ Hé s̨ho͟uĺd͝ ̡be̷ pu̶n̸ís͢h͡e̷d f͟or ͜this̴,͝ brot͜her̴..͟." A raspy female voice called out from behind, Oogar cocking his head from behind to see something that resembled Helsa, her limbs abnormally long with jagged sharp teeth and claws that resembled icicles. Her hair, if you could call it that, was a mess of ivory tentacles that writhed and pulsated on their own.

"̶Yo͏u'r̴e̸ r̛i̸g̕h̛t͝, d͡ear͘ s̢įs̵t̷e͝r.̛.́." The thing said, speaking in a combination of both Seviathan's and the apparition's voice, both of which taunted Oogar for his mere being. His body stretched to an ungodly height, producing sickening crackling noises. It sported a large mouth that practically took up his whole face, twisted into an uncanny smile that housed jagged, stone-like teeth. ͠"A͘fte̶r a̧l͘l͜,͟ ̷t'͠s o͟n̶ly ̀f̕it̛t̕i̸n͟g ́for͠ ͞a͠ ͜mo͜n̕s͝ter̨ li̛k͏e̢ ̷him.̸"

Having been pushed to his absolute limit, Oogar couldn't bare to sit and endure this madness for much longer. While the wind did its best to push the caveman down, he fought against the current and managed to pick himself back up. Despite starring down the primordial fear that had plagued him since the day he expired, he refused to let it haunt him after death. Without any bit of rationality in his mindscape, Oogar emitted a fearsome roar that shook the wind as he charged forth toward the sickly abomination and tackled himself right into it with all the strength he could muster.

Both Oogar and the apparition were pushed into a cluster of shadows, leading to both falling through a void of pure darkness. As they made their descent, the mammoth demon made sure to fasten himself onto the gangly monstrosity before he viciously smashed his fists against the corrupted visage of Seviathan. The caveman had no intention of stopping, his knuckles slammed right into the center of the abomination's hideous face. Ink-like blood stained his hands while Seviathan's sharp teeth were dislodged from his mouth, its once blinding white eyes grew dim until they were pitch black. The beastly Von Eldritch tried to fight back by lashing out with a clawed hand, but its efforts were for naught as the mammoth demon snatched its wrist just in the nick of time.

Oogar stared down the beast with fiery yellow eyes, shining bright in this space of pure blackness. With a tight grip and a twist of its hands, Oogar snapped the monster's wrist, a distorted screech escaping its disproportionately-sized mouth. But it was quickly silenced as Oogar grabbed onto its cheeks and drove knee right into its nose, or at least where Oogar assumed its nose would be due to the lack thereof. Before the caveman could continue on with his assault, a booming shriek rained down from above as Oogar craned his neck up to see the Helsa-like abomination descending towards him with her sharp claws extended outward.

Glancing back at Seviathan, the caveman unhanded the demon before springing himself upward, closing the gap between him and the Von Eldritch sister in seconds. Helsa swiped her claws in a diagonal formation, Oogar wasn't swift enough to evade the attack as blood-red grooves etched themselves along the mammoth demon's shoulders. The gangly monstrosity went in for another slash only this time it successfully evaded as Oogar grabbed onto one of the tendrils protruding from her head. The caveman felt the wet and squishy texture of the hair's 'flesh' as he slammed his foot right between the monster's eyes and began pulling. 'Helsa' began to pry Oogar off with her cold, dead hands as the tips of her nails dug themselves into his legs, bringing a stinging cold sensation that surged through the caveman's body.

"ARGH... Rrrgghgh...! GRUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGH!" Oogar emitted a scream of primordial fear and rage, despite the abomination's attempts to impede the beast only served to reinvigorate him. The muscles in his arms tensed up as he began to viciously tug at the tendril and beneath his fur-coated hide, veins were starting to form on his body. Other tentacles crept their way, wrapping themselves around the demon's forearms in another desperate gambit but it was all for nought because with one might tug...

SCHRIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The tentacle was ripped straight out from the monstrosity's scalp, leaving behind a noticeable gash on her head that spewed slimy, dark blue blood. 'Helsa' was forced to let go as it unleashed an otherworldly cry of agony, holding at her head to prevent further hemorrhaging. Oogar proceeded to send her flying back through the void with a firm punch to the torso that sent her careening out of his peripheral vision. Without warning, the caveman suddenly felt a grip clamp down on his wrist as Oogar gazed downward to see the enraged 'Seviathan' pulling the mammoth demon towards him in a fit of rage.

Oogar snarled back, sharing the same hateful sentiment as he plunged his whole body toward the beast and squeezed him by the neck. Despite being twice the caveman's size, Oogar had a strong grip on the monster's neck to a point that he was essentially crushing its windpipe. The monstrosity resembling Seviathan gave out a weak gurgle, sputtering splashes of slimy blood as its blackened countenance started to grow pale and weary.

The caveman was caught up in his own rage, not noticing that a shinning white light illuminated from the abyss down below. A faint echo of a familiar voice screamed out, almost as though it were calling for someone in anguish.

"͟.̀..st̴os͏top͟s͏to͠ps̨topsòog͡ar͟s͠t͟ops͞t̸op̛sto͝ps̶top͢st̡o͞ps̴t͡ơps..͡."̀

The dark void from all around gradually turned into a blinding white space as the light swallowed both Oogar and 'Seviathan whole. The moment they were engulfed, the voice finally came clear to the mammoth demon.

"OOGAR, STOP!"

Oogar opened his eyes, finding himself back in the ballroom. He blinked for a moment, looking around to assure that he had returned to reality. He was surrounded by crowds of demonic royals, aghast and horrified at what they had witnessed. There was no music being played or partygoers chattering about, it was pure silence. Amongst the crowd, Charlie stood before her son, her makeup ruined by tears and her hands were held over her quivering mouth. Standing beside her, Vaggie held onto her lover's arm, an expression of horror plastered on her features. Lucifer and Lilith were also present and despite all terrors that they've seen and done, even they were taken aback. Although the King of Hell did have two thumbs up for his prehistoric grandson.

The caveman was confused, he had blacked out for a minute and here he was, viewed by thousands like a circus freak show. However, Oogar was made aware of a pained groan, prompting him to turn his head to see what he had done. Held in his bloodstained left hand was Seviathan, his face brutally beaten and throttled beyond recognition. All his teeth were gone and his cheeks were swollen and bruised, his left eye forcibly shut, and black blood was seeping out from his intumescent lip. Oogar instinctively dropped the young man, almost tripping over on the puddles of blood that had spilled onto the tiled floor.

That was the only thing for something else that was gripped in his right hand. Oogar looked at it to see a long strand of white hair that was connected to a chunk of sickly green flesh.

"Y-You... piece of...sinner..grlk...SHIT..." The raspy voice of Helsa filled the demon's ears as he craned his neck up to see the Von Eldritch sister, enraged past the point of reason with half her hair ripped from her head to reveal a bleeding scalp.

"I'll… I'll…" Before she could finish her threat, she coughed a spatter of blood. She could barely stand, standing on one knee while she kept her body elevated with both her shaky arms. Helsa stared down the shell-shocked beast before emitting an ungodly screech, revealing a disgusting set of teeth and a writhing, spiked tongue as she jumped forth with all the energy she had left like a leopard pouncing.

"I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YO-"

SHINKT!

Helsa's eyes shrunk when the tip of a long broadsword suddenly shot out from the giant's chest and pierced the Von Eldritch right in mid-air. Much to the shock of everyone, a black hand pushed the blade forward, sending it farther through Helsa's stomach as her slimy blood stained the sword. Slowly emerging from Oogar's hide, Niffty lunged out from the caveman's torso, revealing herself to the public. A hateful scowl on her rosy-cheeked face and her singular eye bloodshot from rage, unwilling to stand for this ridicule towards her friend.

The broadsword stabbed itself into the floor, keeping Helsa elevated off the ground as Niftty latched herself onto her torso and grabbed her by the collar, unsheathing a jack knife and putting it up to her neck as though the sword through her stomach wasn't already overkill enough.

"So you think that just 'cuz you and your brother are big shots that just magically gives you the right to treat others like dirt huh!? Think they don't matter!? Think they're not people too?! Think not everyone else is a spoiled rich snob who subsists on allowances from mommy and daddy like you?! WELL BOY OH BOY, DO I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YA!"The cyclopean demon shrieked, bloodlust oozing in her voice while the tip of the knife was now poking against Helsa's jugular.

"No one and I mean NO ONE, treats MY friends so shitty! You rich bastards will all die by my hand SCREAMING AND BEGGING FOR EVER DARING TO CROSS ME, NIFFTY, THE BLOOD Q-"

"NIFFTY?!"

The homicidal cleaning lady's venomous monologue came to an abrupt end when she turned her head to see her two bosses staring directly at her, neither of them were anticipating this sudden turn of events. Niffty darted her eye over to Helsa's impaled body and back to Charlie and Vaggie before her blood-hungry smile was replaced with a sheepish one as she hastily wrenched the blade from Helsa's stomach, more viscera spilling out on the floor.

"Hehe… Hey, Mrs. Charlie, Mrs. Vaggie! Fancy seein' you guys here…" Niffty said with a chuckle, knowing full well that she was about to get verbally chewed out by the time this whole ordeal was over.

As for Oogar, he dropped the lock of hair and looked at his hands, caked in darkened blood as it trickled down from his fingertips. His bloodied hands shivered, having his own fear and rage get the better of his rationale. He fell to his knees, still looking upon his dirty hands. A mountain of guilt buried him alive, the caveman was on the verge of suffocating from his own sorrow.

"…Monster. Bad Monster…" Oogar murmured to himself, covering his face with his blood-soaked paws, staining his own face in the process. Without the need for a second thought, Charlie and Vaggie booked it over to Oogar, coming to their son's much-needed aid.

"Oogar, sweetie, look at me. It's okay, it's all going to be okay. You hear me, it's going to be okay…" Charlie whispered to her adopted son, hoping to soothe the troubled behemoth.

"Mi Hijo, you're going to be okay. This all wasn't your fault, it was theirs. You're going to be okay…" Vaggie added on, hugging Oogar by the side with a comforting embrace. Though, despite their efforts, their son was overwhelmed with such culpability. Shoving their way through the crowd, Frederick and Bethesda entered the scene, enraged at what their eyes were being treated to. It wasn't because of what had been done to their children, they've been much worse. Rather, they were furious because of the culprit.

"Disgusting sinner barbarian!" Frederick growled with disdain, slowly approaching the trembling demon. "You dare sully my children's repute with your FILTHY paws!?"

"You leave him alone NOW!" Vaggie retorted, clearly not in the mood to deal with him.

"And have that pet of yours taint our very image without going unpunished!? I'll be damned if I let that disgrace walk freel-" Before the Patriarch of the Von Eldritch family could voice his grievances, he felt a crushing grip on his shoulder.

"Now, Frederick..." Lucifer's voice hissed into his ear, a hidden boiling fury could be sensed in his tone. "I suggest you leave my grandson be and tend to your own young, yes?"

"Rggh... You get your hands off me, you doll-faced bastard!" Frederick hissed, prying the hand of the devil himself off his shoulder blade before pointing an accusatory finger at him. "That hairy freak that somehow weaseled its way into your family doesn't deserve to be in the same room as us! He'd be better off in the lowest pits in all of Hell..."

"Honestly compared to you and the rest of your family, that demon that you so boldly title as a 'freak' is much more of worthy than any of you put together..." The King of Hell snapped back, his comment angering Frederick to an even further degree. Before their wives could intervene, the Von Eldritch lost his temper and socked Lucifer right in the cheek. The whole crowd gasped with horror and the room fell deathly silent afterward as the archfiend stumbled back for a moment before regaining his footing.

"...Okay, so that's how you're going to play it." Lucifer said with an unnervingly calm infliction as readjusted his hat and threw off his jacket. Frederick bared his teeth and took off his coat as hell, pulling hip sleeves for an ensuing brawl.

"Lucifer, please do-" But it was far too late as the devil barrelled forth at speeds faster than an aircraft taking off, he already had Frederick by the throat and with one hard throw, he sent him careening through the ballroom, speeding right through the crowd of people as demons were sent scattering into different directions. A pair of blackened wings suddenly unfurled from the King of Hell's back.

"This will take a moment, dear." He firmly said before flying off to personally deal with Frederick himself. Before the First Succubus could go off to stop his husband from doing something irrational, she instinctively darted to the side to evade a clawed hand courtesy of Bethesda.

"Miserable whore!" She growled while Lilith furrowed her brow at her failed attempt at an attack. "You were the fools that allowed this to transpire!"

"Bethesda, I don't have the time to deal with you but I might as well make this brief..." She said before a shadowy substance began to form around her arms and hands.

"Unfortunately for you my dear, I have ever intention of making this agonizingly long for you!" Bethesda roared her hair began to elongate into a mess of tentacles, all of which pushed the Von Eldritch matriarch forward as she tackled the Queen of Hell through a window, sending stained glass shards raining down on the floor. Meanwhile, people were left on the floor, groaning with disorientation as two royals slowly got back up, a short fog-like demon and a tall salamander demon, the former of whom noticed a smatter of blood smeared on their coat.

"H-Hey! You!" The frog chirped at its fellow amphibian, garnering his attention. "You got your blood on my coat! Do you have any idea how much it's going to cost to get this out of the fabric?!"

"MY blood!? Don't be ridiculous, that's clearly yours! Besides, aren't you frogs covered in mucus!?" The taller demon scoffed, poking at its dewlap resulting in it ballooning up. The shorter demon quickly pushed it back so that it could deflate but before he could make his retort, an eyeless mole-like demon suddenly appeared right between them.

"One of you bastards stomped on my spectacles! I could feel your slime on it!" The mole-like demon cried before a heroin-like demon swooped in on the argument.

"Which one of you DARED chip my beak!?" The avian-like demon exclaimed, followed by a golem-like demon with a part of its rock-like exterior chipped.

"Your beak chipped MY head!" He shouted. Soon enough several more enraged effluents joined in, accusing the other of something that could have been easily attributed to Lucifer and Frederick.

It wasn't long before turmoil struck, and demons of differing shapes and sizes started to wail at one another in a vicious fight. Punches were thrown, bones were broken, and mothers were insulted. The conflict had reigned over the entire chamber, what was once an elegant ballroom turned into a Roman gladiator colosseum within seconds as demons left and right fought over petty squabbles. Charlie and Vaggie held onto your son as a way to protect him from the chaos while Niffty stayed by with a sword in hand in case someone else wanted to push their luck with them. Oogar couldn't take this chaos anymore.

The fighting.

The blaming.

The rage.

Everything. All happening because of his doing.

"Oogar just stay with us, okay? It's all going to be alright, I promise-" Without warning, Oogar suddenly stood up, his sudden movement forcing the two demonesses back. The caveman lowered his legs and clenched his fists, he could no longer bare to be in this place any longer.

"Oogar?..."

He tensed up his calves and readied to depart from this chaotic fray.

"OOGAR! OOGAR, NO-"

Realizing what he was about to do, his two mothers ran toward him to prevent their son from leaving but it was too late. His massive body came smashing through the walls almost effortlessly, sending dust and debris scattering about. The caveman soared far into the night, descending from the mountaintop and crashing through the canopy. He traveled further and further until he was out of sight completely, gone into the demonic wilderness. Charlie and Vaggie coughed and hacked, shielding their eyes from flying debris but once they had regained their vision, both demonesses felt their stomach being tied into knots.

"No... NO! OOGAR! OOGAR!" Vaggie shouted, rushing to the hole, almost falling over hadn't it been for her lover. The two worried mothers could only look upon the vast stretches of wilderness, their son lost in the inescapable woodlands. Niffty joined the two, her friend nowhere to be found.

"Oh no..." These were the only words the cyclopean had to say.