Down in the southern part of the pentagram between the two points, a portion of the city made contact with the blood sea and expanded out into a wide expansive bay. Said bay was filled with garbage that would rival mountains, a monument to thousands of years of demons all agreeing that this one place would be the area they'd drop their shit into. And drop into they did, as the entire sewer system wasrouted to this one spot, and dump trucks added to the piles. It looked like shit, it smelled like shit and there was in fact shit, but it was the one place where bodies came in all shapes and conditions.

The limousine rattled through the littered landscape with frightening speed. "Ugh, gross," Synthia blurted, rolling up the windows. "It smells like ass here."

"Oh really?" Angel leaned in. His face was red from his inhaler.. Said inhaler was packed to the brim with premium narcotics. "Guess there are benefits to not having a nose. No wonder Val trusts me to get the job done.."

"Trust? You? Mr. Mobster Man?" She got a laugh out of that, slurping a frappe with enough sugar to make a lesser demon comatose. It helped power her. "Val only asked you to come because we don't know how Bassmaster swings. I'm the professional here. Sexual energy personified. You're just some dumb brawn that thinks he looks good in a dress."

"Says you." Angel posed for her, proving her wrong. "I've got charisma in spades. Everyone loves me at work while everyone has to be paid to fuck your jittery ass."

"At least I have an ass you flat piece of exoskeleton." Synthia spread herself out on her side of the limousine to fight for dominance. The two stared down, each finding a worthy rival in the other. That or a total bitch, but neither weren't sure which definition applied. "Besides, at least I'm good enough to live at my luxurious suite and be a good little girl. You? You've really been staying at that shitty hotel uptown?"

"Yeah it keeps me away from floozies like you."

"You're the one to talk." Synthia slid over to Angel's side of the limo and poked him. "To be honest I was happy to see you gone. It made me the top dog at the studio. All eyes are on me now, while your films are coming later and later. You may not believe it boy, but folks are losing faith in you. You're getting soft, Angel Dust. Your days are numbered."

Angel pushed her off. He'd heard that kind of crap before from all sorts of stars. Still, it left a niggling strand in him, one that he wasn't able to pull out. There was only one course of action. "Well, maybe, but Bruce wasn't getting soft with me bitch."

At the entrance to the Cemetery, Cherri Bomb rested her motorcycle on the side of the road. Angel's text redirected her to this location. As much as she was ready to party her old apprentice took precedent. "At least I don't have a fucking nose." She commented. Out from the entrance a couple of filth encrusted demons wobbled out in their birthday suits. One of them spotted the cyclops and approached.

"Hey, biker bitch," he grumbled. "What year is it right now?"

"Year? What's it to you?" Cherri answered. "When'd you go in?"

The demon cricked his back. "2014. That a long time?"

"That's a long time."

"Bah," he waved her off. After awhile it's hard to care anymore, so he wandered back toward the city until a limousine barreled right over him. The car screeched to a stop inches away from Cherri's bike. The party had just arrived, and from the sounds inside it was off to a good start.

The squid headed driver ran around to open the door. "Oh please!" Angel waved Synthia off. "Like you would know anything about using your teeth right?"

"At least I got all my teeth you snaggletoothed gold tipped twink," she fired back. "Who cares about
technique when the camera has to look down and see that gross mug?"

"The camera loves me and you know it toots."

"Not at the 3/4 th angle it doesn't."

"Oh that is it darling. Who needs ya?" Angel spotted Cherri and gave her a five. "I got my best girl here to do the job with me. So you can leave this all to me."

"Wow," Cherri smiled. "You're way more excited for this shit than what you sounded on the phone."

"Of course I'm excited. Now hurry up before the powder wears off."

Angel pushed Cherri along and the two made their way into the trash heap. "Oh what, you're too scared to handle me?" Synthia snarked and laughed, then coughed. The rancid air was making her heave. "Oh Christ what was the boss thinking? This place sucks!"

"Sounds like your boss's a dick," Cherri shouted in the distance. "Not that you wouldn't mind."

"That's my girl!" Angel laughed and strode on ahead.

The two made their way up the trash heaps to find a good vantage point. They looked over the vast array of scrap, waste and biomass scattered all over the landscape, soaked by the red water and swarmed by the worst hell flies one could imagine. In several scattered areas, pairs of demon appendages emerged, slowly pulling themselves over vast distances toward their center of mass. In one spot a slurry of waste had a demon head slowly regenerating while the head suffocated for every second of it. On one hand a good chunk of these souls would survive an angel extermination simply for being hard to find in the garbage. On the other hand, nobody said being at this state of composition was pleasant.

Angel found a flat surface and helped bring Cherri down. He opened up his wallet and hidden within the rows of bills was a piece of paper with ancient Latin words on them.

"You wanna run with this girl?" Angel asked, presenting the pimp cane.

"No way, you have some of Val's power?" She took a long look at it. The stone within pulsed with an evil energy, a fraction of Valentino's influence concentrated into a battery-like device. "What? You're afraid you'll explode or something?"

"Nah, I just don't like the boss's energy. It feels wrong. Y'know having him in me and shit?"

"Hey whatever power I can get." She placed her hand on the pimp cane. Its energy coursed through the punk rocker. "Oooh it's tingly. Oh yeah, that feels good. Aight, give me the name."

"Yeah yeah. It's Bassmaster. Don't twist the name."

The gathering of power ceased to let Cherri give a quick wheeze for that silliness. "Bassmaster? Alright! Alright. Let's see if I remember how to do this." She gasped for air while Angel displayed the spell. Old magic was tricky if one hadn't had the years to put in the work. At best Cherri had studied an elementary amount, but the power still flowed. "Ignes inferni," she started. Her old Italian accent popped up. "mihi exultant lusibus. afferte mihi Bassmaster anima et corpus meum. Ut animam suam adposuit tibi et mihi!"

The pimp cane glowed with a harsh orange as its energy released a beam of light into the sky. There it exploded into a mass of strands and hit the ground before slinking their way through thousands of tons of rubbish. Each one managed to extract small individual pieces of flesh. Not all of him were in perfect condition but the dark forces of the pimp cane gave them that extra bit of rejuvenation to make them anew. Every piece was ferried over to the center for a complete whole. As they kept forging the size of this creature was growing more and more apparent. It was starting to get terrifying.

At long last the man's head spun through the air and landed on top of his neck. The energy sealed him and lit a fire in him, revitalized him. With a burst of newfound power he slammed into the ground and the whole mountain shook under his impact. The gangsters were dead silent.

"Uh oh," Cherri said. The pimp cane ran out of energy and crumbled into a pile of dust. It was as if it never existed. "Ain't that a bitch Angie."

The bass demon stood tall. He was built like a rectangle, bulked out on all ends and swinging his pride like it was nothing. "Ah, what a surprise," he said with a deep resonating voice. "I am reborn. You dare awakens the bass?"

"Yep. That was us." Angel stepped forward. Time to work his moves. "We were told you were a guy who knew how to party. Is that right?"

"Party? I invented partying." The Bassmaster stomped his way up past Angel and slid all they way down with no effort. "Partying hadn't truly been known until I mastered it in the year 2018. Now that I've returned it's time to blow this town down with the might of sound."

Angel and Cherri slid down beside him. "That's the spirit baby, let' go. I got a man who wants get you contracted up for a good deal. Maybe a full tour."

"Bassmaster does not tour. Bassmaster plays and the concert comes to him." the man pushed Angel to the side. "I do not need a producer to keep me down."

Angel chased him through the valley toward the entrance. "C'mon, there's so much free shit you can get, like say clothes. You're looking pretty cold right now." He pulled out the wallet. "Maybe a good time? My daddy gave me of spending money for you. So what would you like?"

"Heheheheh," the Bassmaster vibrated. At least he respected the hustle. "I'm not taking any money from the likes of you. I only take orders from the fine ladies of the world."

"What, do you not like my bust size?"

"It's fluff." He pounded his own chest. "Bassmaster knows when something has substance to it."

Cherri stole the wallet and grabbed the bass demon by the arm, letting him get a good feel of her. "Alright then big guy, why don't you come party with me? I'm a pretty wicked dancer and your ass is huge. I'd like to see that moving."

"Bassmaster puts the bass in Big ass." he laughed to himself, but Cherri brought him back to attention. He sized her up, checking out all of the proportions, her face. He frowned. "I don't do with cyclops."

Cherri was about to switch over to fight mode but Angel made the save. "Look, we'll hook you up with a hundred broads across this city if you come with us."

"No words. I have to see to believe it." The bass demon grumbled. "If this is hell then I can only trust my eyes."

Back at the limousine, Synthia was texting on her phone giving an update of the situation to Val. He simply replied that he didn't care if the stench was bad. They had to do their job. As she was texting a small group of newly reformed demons gathered around the limousine. She glanced up and saw the lot of them eyeing her with vicious smiles. They were obviously excited.

"Hey lady," one of them said. "Give us the car keys. We'll take you on a wild ride."

"Yeah we've been out of the game for too long. Time to make up for lost time."

Synthia's reaction, without looking up from her phone, was to point and zap the greasy boys up like Christmas lights. They were fried and bunt to a crisp in mere seconds. The talent of each sinner was different. Some were weak and worthless, while other sinners could match with the demons of Hell. She saw a giant brick wall coming her way and was about to waste him but when she saw Angel come around the corner, well. She still wanted to but was obligated not to.

"Geez is something cooking around here?" Angel quipped. "Cause I'm getting hungry. How about you big guy?"

"Oh I'm hungry alright." The Bassmaster marched up to the demon pornstar at the car and put a finger under her chin. "Hey there baby. You're the finest demon I've seen so far down here. E-lec-tri-fying. Are you free tonight?"

Synthia looked up at him, repulsed at almost every level. "Oh look at you," she said, reaching out a hand to feel him out. "So intimidating. I like that. Why don't we go somewhere fun? There's plenty of wonderful places around here. I'm sure I can make it worth your while." She hit a remote button in her hand and the roof folded up into the limousine. It was the only way to carry a demon this large.

"Yeah. That sounds good. I feel like this town needs to know that I'm here." He eyed the towering skycrapers and neon signs in the distance. "Get me some clothes, and take me to the place where my debut will happen."

"Great, I know the-." She stopped and eyed Angel giving some kind of snark to Cherri. A devilish smile lit up on her face. "Perfect place for you. Do you need any equipment?"

"I do not need anything." He struck a pose and an aura of magic came over him. For a newbie he was coming in at a high level. "Bassmaster is the equipment."

Razzle and Dazzle drove the trio up to the front of St. Alhambra's Theater right among the rows of honor socialites. Charlie emerged from the back dressed in a sharp red dress that she hadn't worn in a long time. Alastor followed from behind and led her the way up the stairs while Vaggie got stuck in her seatbelt for some reason. She slumped in her seat. The two had been talking about musical theater for the past hour.

"I was wondering why there're so many shows coming out right now," Charlie said. "It's quite a phase huh?"

"Yesiree," Alastor smiled. He presented the fellow theater goers. Many famous actors and composers were making their meet and greet on the way up. "Look at these fiery individuals! So full of talent! I may have come here too early to witness the trend in the living world, but I'm happy to see entertainment evolve to these new heights down here." He nudged Charlie with a wink. "Let's hope the Sinners keep coming, eh Charlie?"

"Yeah, definitely," Charlie put on a fake smile, not sure how to unpack the idea. This gave Alastor a snicker.

"Oh Charlie, you're the ruler of these people aren't you? That makes you the princess of show tunes! I'd take that as a compliment my dear."

Vaggie caught up to them and the three went through the entrance. The crowd was an impressive bunch, a collection of sinners who managed to make some actual money with a few noble demons showing off their old wealth. Vaggie watched the two of them as they mingled through the big wigs. Most came up to the radio demon like an old friend, a veteran of the studio. Charlie had a mixed reaction from the crowd given her recent public debacle, but royalty was royalty and she was a charmer in these circumstances.

"Charlotte it's a surprise to see you here," said one of the nobles. She shook her hand. "And I didn't know you were with the Radio Demon. What a turnabout."

"We're business partners," Charlie corrected, although her words were hurt by Alastor's hand reaching around her. "And just that."

"Yes no need to harbor any unwanted rumors," Alastor winked. His jesting sparked confusion in the noblewoman, and a lot of anger from Vaggie two feet away.

When seating was order the three took to the auditorium and landed smack dab in the middle of the crowd. Ideal column, ideal row. Vaggie offered the furthest seat for Charlie but she got distracted and took the center, letting Alastor take her right side. She took the left and took Charlie's hand.

"Hey Charlie," she said, keeping her voice down. "Aren't you excited? This is going to be great."

"Oh yeah I'm so excited!" Charlie squeaked over to her side. The two stared at each other for a good second.

"You know dear, I know enough gentlemen in this establishment to show you the backstage after."

"Really? Vaggie that would be great!" She was back on the other side of the seat.

After a minute the lights dimmed and a skull faced demon brought up the introduction to the show before applause brought the horned actress out in her rough blue dress. The three sets of eyes diverted in three separate directions. Charlie, utterly enraptured, had elbows to knees in her seat as the first song began. Vaggie, unable to focus, kept her eyes on Alastor. And Alastor, shifting focus, had his eyes on the musical, on Charlie, and on the people in the balcony seats on the left. He recognized a couple of the Overlords sitting with their family and associates. A mental checklist went down Alastor's mind.

Then, his eyes shifted over to the empty seat beside him. He let out a sigh. The night was going to get a little bit harder.