Velvette's 'borrowed' car sped through the broken streets of Pentagram City, occasionally running over a berserk angel or some other foul thing. None of her favorite spots in the city were open; most of them had either been looted or reduced to charred rubble. "Ugh, is there nowhere left in this shit town that I can take a date?" Velvette's sour mood was not helped by the fact that hell's wifi finally went down, leaving her unable to let her fans know that she had a new boyfriend. Phobos had no idea what wifi was, or what she meant by 'boyfriend', but he wanted to make his love happy. So he smashed his head through the tinted window (he did not know how to use the power windows either) and looked for somewhere that looked like an intact version of the places she had stopped by. Finally he saw one, "my love, look!" In the distance was a giant club that looked somewhat out of place for the pride ring: it had what looked like a circus tent on top of it, and a heart motif all over the front entrance. "Oh my satan, it's Ozzie's! What's it doing in the pride ring? No, nevermind, it's perfect!"

How Ozzie's club managed to stay intact during the apocalypse became apparent as the hummerzine crashed into an invisible force field that surrounded it. The chauffeur died on impact, and the car was totaled, but Velvette and Phobos were fine. Once they pulled themselves from the wreckage, they were able to gel a better look. The force field was all around the club along a hastily crafted sigil circle. "I think I remember Vox talking about one of these, he wanted to buy one of these for our headquarters." "Does that mean you know how to get past this magic?" Phobos asked, "Not a clue." Velvette responded with frustration in her voice. "Well, I remember many mortal heroes being stopped by magic such as this, but I am a god, and I will not be denied!" Phobos drew his twin short swords and plunged them into the field. With all his strength he pulled his arms apart and succeeded in creating an opening into Ozzie's. Velvette quickly jumped through the opening and Phobos followed close behind her.

When Phobos and Velvette walked through the main door, it was almost completely deserted. The lights were out, and there was one corpse of what looked like a saint in the corner, it was wearing a priest's robes and had disgusting tumors bulging out of its body. Only a handful of the staff were present, a few of the entertainers, waiters, and a chief. All of them looked scared out of their minds by what was going on. On the center stage was Asmodeus himself, or Ozzie as he preferred, along with the imp Fizzarolli. They were apparently arguing loudly about something, most likely the current crisis, when they stopped to look at their uninvited guests. "Who the hell are these two idiots?!" Ozzie roared, clearly the stress of the situation has made his mask of smug self-assurance fall right off. "I think that's Velvette, from the pride ring." Fizz answered, "Don't know who the corpse-looking motherfucker is." "I am Phobos, Pigmy! God of fear, son of Aries! I have brought my love to this place for a romantic evening, and you will provide it!" At this boast, Ozzie could not help but laugh. "Well, excuse me, sir. But we are closed at the moment, so why don't you take your one night stand elsewhere before I kick your pale little ass out."

The God of fear was truly angered now: he summoned his power into himself, and soon his body grew to titanic proportions, making Ozzie look like an action figure by comparison. Before he could flee, Phobos grabbed Ozzie and brought him up to his eyes, now glowing red with rage from behind his helm. "Listen now, you pathetic little spirit. I am a god, born of the god of war and the goddess of love. I wish to show her a wonderful evening, so you will provide it to the absolute best of your abilities, or you will suffer like you have never suffered before." Phobos simply dropped Ozzie as he shrank back to normal size, letting him land on the only undestroyed part of the roof before falling back into the main hall. As Ozzie slowly got back up onto his feet, he pathetically whimpered "Let's…get into…places people." before falling unconscious. The stunned staff quickly scurried to get what they could ready for the party of two.

Velvette had never seen such a display of power and confidence, she was left both awed and aroused. As the night went on in the almost abandoned club, she asked him, "So, the way you handled Ozzie was epic, but you said you're a god, right?" "Of course" "So, I thought that there was only one god, where have the rest of you been hiding?" Phobos let out a laugh at that, "Only one god? Have you been living with those isralite fools? There are thousands of gods, and I am one of them. But I am curious as to what you are." "Oh, I am one of the Overlords. My partners are Vox and Valentino, but between you and me, I think they are stuck up to all hell." "You mean those two fools that were with you?" "Heh, yeah I-" Velvette was interrupted by a booming voice that came from a new hole bursting into the club. "Phobos! There you are!" The source of the voice was a terrifying figure: Handsome in his one way, but with a face that spoke of cruelty and violence. His armor was brash and blood soaked, and he was accompanied by Deimos, who looked relieved to see his brother, but was uncomfortable next to the stranger. Phobos recognized the stranger immediately, "Father?"