AN: Hey guys, new chapter up. The I.M.P. crew is going to relax for a bit by staying at Hazbin Hotel in Imp City.

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If there was one thing Moxxie could say about the Hazbin Hotel, it's that it came with really comfortable beds. After a week of doing what had to be one of the most complex and action-packed jobs ever, the imp assassin was more than pleased to hear from Blitzo that they would be taking off the next few days to relax. Ever since Prince Stolas's assassination, it had been an almost non-stop step-by-step process of finding his killers and making them pay for his death. Only it wasn't going to be that simple since it seemed that there was an entire conspiracy to not only kill Prince Stolas but the Royal Family as well as anyone allied with them. All because a few demons with radical beliefs thought Hell was better off without the Hazbin Hotel system and wanted fewer demons to repent in fear of peace between them and Heaven. Moxxie hated politics, but even he thought it was stupid to try and destroy what had to be the first good thing to happen for Hell in a long time.

Many people often said that, out of the four of them, Moxxie was the "weakest" because he had a conscience about who they killed. Moxxie wasn't ashamed to admit he had one. He personally hated the idea of killing people who didn't deserve it. And even if they did deserve it, there were limits to what he was willing to do. Murdering a high school bully who raped his girlfriend, forced her to have an abortion, and dumped her, which soon made her commit suicide? Sure, scum like that he had no problem killing. A child who just happened to be the witness to a serial killer's rampage? Moxxie wanted no part in it. Even if it did cut his pay when he refused to take part.

He heard the arguments about such thinking. If they were evil people, then they deserve it. And if they weren't then, they get to go to Heaven and live in paradise. Yet it just bothered him sometimes that Blitzo had no reservations on who they killed. Not enough to quit, of course. There were good things about Blitzo, and the job did pay well for all its faults. Plus, his wife enjoyed it, and he couldn't resist her being happy.

So when it came to the opinion of demons redeeming themselves to get into Heaven? Moxxie was all for it. He wanted to think there was some good in everyone, and the fact that it had been happening more and more was proof enough that his beliefs were correct. Plus, it helps shorten the Exterminations from every year to five years. For a Hellborn like him? Such a thing was almost unthinkable.

And these fucking assholes want to bring it back. Maybe for them, it was easy to survive because they're rich enough to afford shelters, defenses, and armies to protect them. But for us everyday demons? All we got is hope and prayer, Moxxie bitterly thought. He could still recall the first time he learned just how bad Exterminations were as a child. He had a friend named Valic, another imp like him, who lived across the street when he was a child. The day after one Extermination Day, Moxxie, who had been eight at the time, went to check on Valic and see if he wanted to play since there was no school every aftermath. Moxxie didn't know or care to understand why at the time. He was just glad to have a free day. However, upon entering the house, he saw Valic and his family were skewered and butchered. That was the first time Moxxie ever saw a dead body and soon learned just how horrible Extermination Day really was. And he was just the first in a list of demons I know that died from such days.

Moxxie was no fool. Heaven was ten times more powerful than Hell would ever be, even if Hell did get a few victories here and there. It was almost an unspoken rule to not say such a thing, but most people knew it to be true save for the fanatical. The war was pointless at this point, and everyone knew it. If making peace with Heaven prevented more innocent demons from being killed, so be it.

The door soon opened as Millie came in, wearing her white bathrobe with the Hazbin Hotel logo. In her hands were a fancy-looking bottle of wine and two sparkling glasses. Grinning, she shook them and said, "Courtesy of the house."

Smiling back at his wife, Moxxie got up and made some room for his wife to walk over, jump onto the bed, and pop the cork before pouring each of them a glass. They clinked their glasses, kissed, and drank with merriment. Moxxie almost moaned at the taste of the smooth wine going down his throat. It felt like a river of mana flowing down from the lakes of Elysium, and after all the shit they had done, it was a welcoming taste. Gasping in satisfaction, Moxxie turned to his wife and said, "Now that's good wine."

"Vaggie suggested it to me. It's her and her wife's favorite," Millie said as she winked and slid back into their queen-size bed. For imps their size, it might as well be emperor sized especially with how comfortable it is. "Mmm, this is so relaxing. I know we're going to be pretending to be employees for the next few days here, but it's worth it cleaning toilets for rooms like these."

"Blitz say anything about what's next afterward?" Moxxie asked, taking a few sips.

"Nope. All he said was that he was going into Pentagram City tomorrow and that we're to stand by and relax until he calls for us, though we do have to bodyguard the place just in case," Millie answered with a shrug. "Which is fine by me. I don't know about you, but I'm pooped from all that planning, fighting, and torturing we did. Working here is going to be a breeze compared to that."

"Yeah..." Moxxie whispered before closing his eyes. He could see the scared face of that little kid just as Blitzo guided him out and asked them for a video recorder. Moxxie didn't have to be a psychic to figure out what the little bird demon had seen and felt nothing but pity for him.

As if sensing his discomfort, Millie placed her hand on his shoulder, which caused him to look at her with sullen eyes. "Still feeling bothered by what happened, sweetie?"

"...Yeah." Moxxie sighed. "I know we said we'd help Blitz, but after seeing that kid...I'm just worried about how far he's really going to go."

"At least the kid is alive," Millie pointed out, but that rang hollow in the air.

"Sure, after seeing his parents get killed in front of him while his uncle gets killed not long after," Moxxie pointed out, shaking his head. "You ever wonder if Blitz ever feels guilty about what he does? I mean, this isn't the first time he's killed innocents, demons, or humans, but I just don't know how he does it with such...ease?"

"Who says he does?" Millie said, shaking his head. "Blitz is an enima, Mox. I doubt anyone saved his sisters, Loona, and maybe Stolas know the whole story with him. Is he insane? Fuck yeah, we've learned that a long time ago. But I wouldn't say he's heartless. A heartless guy doesn't raise an orphaned kid, let two down on their luck imp assassins join his company, care about his family to the point of defending them to the death, and fall in love with a prince while seeking to avenge his death later on while comforting his only daughter. Blitz is just...Blitz."

"True," Moxxie conceded. He had seen his boss be a good and bad person at the same time, but nobody could deny that he was an asshole nonetheless. "I just worry about how far he'll sometimes go...and what will happen to us along the way."

Moxxie would never say it out loud, but he knew who he would pick if it came to his wife or Blitzo. The moment things went beyond the limit and risked their lives for something not worth it, Moxxie would pull him and Millie out. He was willing to do a lot for Blitzo, seeing as he owed him a lot, but not at the risk of losing Millie.

"We'll cross that bridge should it come to it," Millie said as she placed her arms around her husband and nuzzle him. "But for tonight? I just want it to be the two of us to be alone, drunk, and happy."

Chuckling, Moxxie finished his wine and placed it on the table stand nearby. "Well, how can I refuse from such a beautiful imp?"

He gently took her into his embrace, slowly burying his mouth into her neck, making his wife moan. Moxxie placed himself on top of her as he began to undress her from her robe to her shirt. Clothing was tossed onto the floor until there was nothing left but her bra and panties. Moxxie took off his own shirt and slowly pressed his hand against Millie's smiling face. "No matter what happens going forward. I'll always love you, Millie."

"I'll always love you too, Moxxie," Millie replied back before grinning. "Now fuck me already. I've been ready to cum ever since that slaughter back at the base, and I've been waiting for a release."

Moxxie only grinned before heeding his wife's wishes.

Loona took another gulp of her beer before slamming it down on the table. Husk took a huff and started rolling his eyes. Good thing too. Loona was getting tired of hearing him complain about how she was ruining his bar table with all her clanking. Eh, who gives a shit. Not like there are any other people around but me.

She watched the TV that was still reporting the terrorist cell that was taken out days ago. The Royal Guards were still taking credit for it, which pissed Loona somewhat since their credit was being stolen. However, she understood the need for secrecy but hoped that she could blab it out online when this was all over.

Blitzo had already informed Charlie about what was happening, including the ones behind the cell and their leaders. Charlie soon told her father, and Loona felt pity for any of the poor souls who would be facing his wraith. If there was one thing that Lucifer didn't take kindly to, it was people hurting his family and challenging his rule simultaneously. If they were lucky, he and his guys could wipe out the extremists before they do.

"Your handy work?" Husk asked, leaning on the bar and nodding to the TV.

"Yup," Loona said with pride. "Impressed?"

"Eh, not bad," Husk said, shrugging. "You should have seen the one time we had to raid the hideout of the Three V's to rescue Angel and Vaggie. Fuck, that was one of the hairiest fights I've been in, and I was in Ia Dang during the War in 'Nam."

"Best fight I ever had in my life," Loona said with a smirk, but Husk just snorted. "What?"

"Nothing, you just remind me of some guys I once knew, including myself," Husk said before narrowing his eyes. "A bunch of cocky bloodthirsty gang of assholes who wanted to go out and kick some ass like a fucking John Wayne movie, only to find themselves wishing they never went looking for a fight in the first place. You think fighting is good, but wait until you get older and lose people you cared about. Then it becomes a different story."

"We already lost someone," Loona muttered, thinking about Prince Stolas and how badly his death had affected her father. She knew her dad well enough to know that he was still torn up inside, screaming with each bullet he fired into the heads of those behind the assassination. For all his faults, the one thing Blitzo always did was protect those he cared about. It didn't matter if he went up against the devil or a god. If you hurt or killed his loved ones, he wouldn't stop until you paid for it in blood.

Loona knew that Blitzo wasn't going to stop until he was one hundred percent sure that those who murdered the one guy in all of Hell who loved him paid for it in blood. She would be there with him all the way, and to whatever end it was. Be it a victory party or a gravestone with her name on it. "And we're going to make sure he's avenged no matter what."

"You know, I heard a saying from a Chinese prisoner we once had," Husk said, shaking his head. "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

"Didn't know you cared, Husk," Loona said, snorting.

"I don't, but half of this job is playing psychologist to you drinkers," Husk said before pouring himself a drink. "Besides, it's worked on a few of the hotel's users in the past. Who says it can't be used for a kid like you. Trust me. I know your generation is into that 'YOLO' shit, but take it from a guy who ruined his life by doing everything wrong with it. Don't waste it while you're young."

"So what you're saying is we shouldn't get revenge for Stolas's death?" Loona asked, growling.

"Look, you folks discovered an entire organization is out there trying to fuck everything over because they hate Charlie, her Hotels, and everything in between. Quite frankly, I'm down with you taking these guys out," Husk growled as he shot out his claws and swiped a nearby bottle in half. "I don't have much in my life save for Charlie and the rest of the gang. It's the only good thing I've got in my afterlife, and that girl's a fucking saint that should be canonized by the Pope, even if she is the devil's daughter. I'm just saying play it smart and cool. Don't play it stupid, or Stolas won't be the only one you lose. You got a lot to live for, kid. And I doubt your old man wants you to waste it too."

"...I guess you're right in some regards to that," Loona admitted as she finished her drink. "I'm gonna make sure everyone in my family comes out of this alive. Because, just like you said, they're all I got, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt them again."

Husk nodded before raising his glass. "To our weird and strange families."

"Amen," Loona said before clanking their bottles together. Husk was about to raise his beer bottle to his lips before Loona decided to ask, "Wanna fuck?"

Pausing, Husk raised an eyebrow to the hellhound. "You realize I'm like way older than you, right?"

"You realize I'm twenty-three and perfectly legal to bang, right?" Loona asked, smirking.

"Why the fuck do you want to sleep with me? Am I that attractive for an old man, or is the booze I gave you that strong?"

Loona shrugged. "I'm bored. I haven't fucked in a while. And besides, I've done older guys before. It's just sex. I'm not asking you to marry me."

"...fuck, why not? I got nothing planned," Husk said, chuckling. "Your room or mine?"

Loona tossed him her spare keys and left while shaking her rear end back and forth before winking. "Don't keep me waiting too late."

Husk watched as she disappeared out of the bar and just shook his head. "Fuck me, I'd be lying if I didn't think she had a hot ass." He then felt a tug on his wings before looking town to see Niffty smirking at him. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Here!" she said while lifting her arm with something in her fingers. Husk took the object in her hand and found that she had been holding a condom. "Always use protection!"

"Goddmanit, you little shit! Stop listening in on my business!"

Even though he had been running non-stop for the past week and a half, Blitzo found himself unable to get any sleep. His mind and body were still on auto-pilot with a need to work along with an urge to keep killing. That and every time Blitzo closed his eyes, he still saw Stolas's bleeding body in his hands as he looked at him with his dying expression.

Since the incident, he hadn't been able to sleep because that's all he ever saw in his dreams. And he knew that until he was dead, or all the ones responsible were dead, he'd never sleep peacefully again.

So Blitzo did the only thing he could do: clean, reload, and check all the pistols he had brought with him from the van. He wanted to be sure that he was ready for anything. It wasn't that he didn't trust Charlie and her crew. They had proven to be good allies in his war against these assholes who had killed his lover. It's just that he didn't know when they would strike. Blitzo was experienced enough to know when he was in over his head, and this was one of those times. One didn't open an assassination business for sinners and demons to kill humans on Earth without knowing you were breaking all the fucking rules in Hell and Heaven to do so. It was honestly a miracle that he was still alive and not being speared by one of Lucifer or Micheal's men. Or maybe Stolas had been protecting him even back then.

He was currently on an M1911 when he paused and stared at the empty clip. It brought back a memory that honestly seemed like a lifetime ago:

***Two Years Ago***

It had been a surprise when Stolas asked Blitzo, right after their nightly get-together session, if the imp could train the demon prince in how to use a gun. Blitzo had pointed out that Stolas had enough magical power in him that it could level half a city, but the owl soon pointed out that one should always have a backup skill just in case. An argument Blitzo couldn't really help but agree with based on his own personal work life.

So Blitzo had agreed and set up a small target range for Stolas just outside the prince's backyard. Stolas had dressed up in a simple white t-shirt and sweats for this, while Blitzo was also wearing his usual outfit and bulletproof vest. He had an extra one for Stolas, who was struggling to put it on. "It's a bit tight around the ribs."

"Better than having a caliber bullet shattering your ribs and poking a hole in your lungs," Blitzo pointed out as he walked towards the table where a set of firearms were stationed. "Okay, welcome to Firearms Training 101. Professor Blitzo is going to teach you how to properly use a gun without blowing your head off. So you better do everything that comes out of my mouth. I don't want to have to explain to your wife and daughter why you have a 9 mm-sized hole in your skull this afternoon."

"Surely it can't be that hard. The movies make it seem so easy," Stolas pointed out.

"First off, Stolas, whatever bullshit you learned in movies, tv shows, or video games about guns is to be thrown out of your head and flushed down the toilet." Blitzo took an M1911 and showed it to Stolas while making sure to keep the gun pointed down. "For all the crap people go on about America and its gun violence problem, about ninety percent of their gun owners are smart when it comes to firearms. The rest of them are just criminals, suiciders, or idiots who end up getting themselves killed or killing someone else by accident because they think Call of Duty is real. Guns are fucking serious business, and if you don't handle this training right, you could end up being dead or killing someone important like your daughter. Don't give a shit about your wife, so blow her brains if you have to. And if I get even a single hint that you are not serious about this, I will just leave right now and never teach you a goddamn thing again. Clear?"

"R-Right," Stolas said, hearing the seriousness coming from Blitzo's voice. "I promise I'll pay attention.

"Good. First rule: Always keep the muzzle of your gun pointed in a safe direction, such as downward towards the ground. Never have it pointing at anyone save for a target that you intend to shoot. Next..."

After going through all the safety rules, Blitzo had taught Stolas how to take apart a pistol and clean it while showing him how to load (with an empty clip), turn the safety on and off, grip the pistol, and holster it. He had him do this multiple times for about three hours non-stop until the prince had it clear in his muscle memory.

Finally, it was time to learn how to shoot.

"First thing. Firing with one hand is advanced and hard, so never think about making a John Woo move until you master firing with both hands," Blitzo said as he had Stolas facing a target from ten yards away. "Next, spread your feet out like this," he pushed the left foot a bit more while moving the right foot forward. "Keep that gun pointing down and away from us."

"Right," Stolas said, nodding his head.

"Safety still on?" Stolas nodded. "Good, now I want you to aim the pistol at the target with both hands. Do not put your finger on the trigger." Stolas proceed to do so. "Higher. Just about eye level." After some slight re-leveling, Blitzo nodded in satisfaction. "Good, now you're ready to fire your first shot. There is always a kickback with guns, so make sure that you bend your knees a bit. When you fire, do not, under any circumstances, let go of the gun. Keep your grip as tight as possible."

"Is it wrong to feel a bit nervous," Prince Stolas asked, sweating a bit. "I mean, it's kinda silly. I can cast a spell that turns a body into stone, and yet I feel paralyzed for some reason."

"Nerves are normal, but you need to remain calm," Blitzo said with a heavy sigh before he began to rub the back against the blushing bird. "Relax. I'm here, and that's all that matters."

Surprisingly, this seemed to work as Stolas took a deep breath and began to feel loose. "Alright...I think I'm ready."

"Good, remember what I said about shooting?" Blitzo asked.

"Take a breath, hold it, lightly pull against the trigger, do not squeeze, and then retreat the finger as soon as you hear the shot. Then release your breath," Stolas answered.

"Good, now go ahead and take your first shot," Blitzo said as he slowly walked back so that he wasn't in Stolas's way.

The prince took his deep breath and narrowed his eyes while aiming at the target ahead of him. Slowly he placed his finger upon the trigger and pulled. The first shot went off and made for the target as Stolas jerked a bit before taking his finger off, putting on the safety, and lowering his gun. "Ugh, that was a bigger kickback than I thought."

"Still, you got a shot in," Blitzo said as he looked at the target from his distance. "Not even close to the bullseye, but that's fine. You need to get used to using a gun before you even become a sharpshooter. Now let's see you empty your magazine and reload."

After another hour of shooting and reloading, Blitzo decided to call it a day as he and Stolas rested on a nearby bench with bottled waters. Taking in the cooling drink, Blitzo turned to Stolas and grinned. "Not bad for a first-timer. I've seen better, but it wasn't horrible."

"I guess I can understand the appeal of such things now that I've fired one," Stolas said as he looked at his palm. "To feel such power in your hands. It's almost like casting my first spell all over again."

"Yeah, guns are awesome in that regard," Blitzo said as he took another sip of water.

"...Blitzy, why did you decide to become an assassin?" Stolas asked, which made Blitzo pause in his drink. "I mean, you told me you once tried to go into the theater, but that didn't work out. So why become a hitman?"

Blitzo was quiet as numerous thoughts circled in his head before he gave a heavy sigh. "One day...when I fully trust you...I will tell you why." He got up and finished his drink before tossing it away. "I'm gonna pack up. I got work tomorrow. See ya."

"O-Oh, okay," Stolas said in surprise before watching the imp start to leave. "Hey, Blitz?" The imp turned around. "Thank you. It was nice learning from you. Can we continue this another time? And maybe...go get some dinner afterward?"

"Sure, I'd like that," Blitzo said with a warm smile.

***Present***

"...I never did get to tell him now that I think about it," Blitzo whispered as he stared at the M1911 pistol. Deciding it would be the one to use in his next hit. He set it aside and continued to work on another one when the door knocked. "Come in."

Charlie opened the door and spotted Bltizo working before clearing her throat. "I spoke with Angel. Everything's been prepared for you when you get to Pentagram City."

"Good," Bltizo said as he got up and walked his way over to Charlie. "My team can wait here and help keep this place protected for the time being. In case something happens to me, Loona knows what to do next, and she'll tell you what they'll need for their run away. I'll call every evening to keep you guys updated." Blitzo narrowed his eyes at Charlie. "Don't. Trust. Anyone. We don't know who these guys are and how far their fingers go into Hell. Save for your family and those who've worked with you since you started this whole redemption thing? You should keep everyone else at ten feet. Maybe twenty."

"Much as I hate to be that distrustful, I suppose you are right," Charlie said with a heavy shrug. "Besides, I think I'll be getting a lot of protection not just from my friends and your team, but from my parents and others too."

"Your parents, I can understand, but who else would be interested in helping you?" Blitzo asked.

"Believe it or not, there are a lot of people up in Heaven who wants the Hazbin Hotel system to continue," Charlie said with her arms crossed and a wide smirk. "I can't say for certain, but some of the angels I've been in talks with are trying to get some divine protection for the hotels as well."

"Holy shit," Blitzo said with wide eyes. "Having angels as bodyguards would definitely make the other cells think twice. How did you pull that off?"

"Alastor," Charlie said with a smirk as she shook her head. "Even when he's got a halo, he's still his same old manipulative self." She said before making her way out the door.

But just as she left the room, Charlie frowned before turning around and looking at Blitzo with a sorrowful expression. "Blitz, do you blame me?"

"For what?" Blitzo asked before he could close the door.

"Prince Stolas's death." There was a long pause before Charlie continued. "It's because of me that he got killed in the first place. Me and my hotels. I can't feel that I have some responsibility for this, and if you hate me at all, even in the slightest, I won't blame you for doing so."

"...I don't," Blitzo said with a heavy sigh. "I don't blame you in the slightest. The only people I blame are the ones behind this."

He then slowly shut the door, but just before he did so, Blitzo whispered one other thing that Charlie caught with her ears.

"...and myself."

AN: Before anyone asks, no I am not paring Loona and Husk together. It was a one night stand and nothing more. Unless people really want to see something develop from that.

Next chapter we're going to see my version of a redeemed Angel Dust and Blitzo getting the first of the three donators killed.