AN: Hey everyone, sorry I'm really late with this. I had a big commission I had to write for someone. Anyway, this one isn't as long as I wanted it to originally be but I had to cut it down due to the commission and all. I'm taking a break from commission stuff for a bit to focus on updating my fics.

Also this is the first time writing Vox for me. I know there are a few interpretation of his relationship with Val, and if I got it wrong, please let me know.

Enjoy

*Warning, this chapter mentions and implied pedophilia, rape, and snuff, but will not show it*

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel

The inside of the club was precisely what one would expect when it was combined with the efforts of an immortal pimp and tech media mongrel. Neon lights and flashy giant rings with TV screens showing everything from naked dancing figures to music videos from the latest hit bands. The DJ at the stage was kicking it up with a mix of satanic rock and rap while the beats from the mixing flooded the area from a seemingly endless amount of stereos. Dancers were on the floor, high and drunk from the vices and euphoria thanks to the multiple bars and drug dens available for use. On the club's second floor, gambling was being done via a few card games with souls on the line, and up on the ceiling were whores of all kinds dancing and shaking their assets to the music. Some have been there for hours and looked pretty tired, but they kept it up because they didn't want to anger their boss: A particular moth demon that was watching everything from his special location in the VIP room where he had a glass wall that allowed him to see everything from the third floor.

Valentino didn't know why people feared ending up in Hell. To him, it was fucking Heaven. So long as you were smart, ruthless, and willing to sink to levels even the devil himself would raise an eyebrow at. If you were, then it was a paradise for those who had no care in the world. Val had been that way in his mortal life, so why shouldn't he be the same in his afterlife? It was a cruel reality they lived in, and Valentino learned that there were three kinds of people in life: Those born into privilege, those who make their own privilege, and chumps who were just tools to get it. Val hadn't been born with a family or buck to his name, but he had a brain. More importantly, Val had ambition. Most people didn't have both, and he used that to his advantage to amass his fortune and power base in the criminal world. Valentino lived it pretty well until he got assassinated by one of his own men. A bitter lesson he learned upon his death was that you really couldn't trust anyone.

Valentino wasn't surprised that he ended up in Hell when he died, nor was he scared out of his wits. In fact, he saw unlimited potential and opportunity. When they end up here, most newbies always panicked or acted like idiots that got them killed or ended up as someone's bitch. Valentino was no idiot, and he quickly started planning his new rise in the underworld. Such planning eventually caused him to become one of the top players in Pentagram City and one of Hell's most influential Overlords. He had his whores, his drugs, his clubs, his pornos, and, most importantly, he had his money. Fuck the so-called "eternal paradise" that was Heaven. In Hell, he had his own personal kingdom, and he didn't give a fuck what some old fucker in his high chair on the clouds thought was good or evil. They were just words people in power used to justify themselves.

Groaning, Valentino looked down at the trans-succubus demons sucking his dick. The cute little pink-skinned bitch was pretty to look at, but that was all she was good for. He had wanted someone to pleasure him while waiting for his drink, but all he could feel was just boredom.

"I said suck, baby," Valeinto commanded the whore as he took one of his hands and forced her to look up at him. "Suck as if it was the last bottle of water you'll ever have."

She nodded and went back to work. Valentino sighed and rolled his eyes. Now she was trying too hard and messing it up. Fuck it, he would just put her into one of his snuff films. The sickos who loved that shit paid double if the corpse was pretty.

It really was getting harder to find good whores these days ever since that fucking Hazbin Hotel system became a success in Pentagram City. Valentino cursed that damn hotel from the moment his favorite boy toy left to join it as a means to avoid him, but he double cursed it when it turned Angel Dust into an actual redeemed angel. He pushed the whole thing aside as just some stupid project by that idiot princess until she actually got it to fucking work. Oh, he tried to take it down multiple times in the past, even before Angel got his wings, but those twice damn residents had foiled him and the other V's time and time again.

Things got even worse once Angel Dust got his halo. The former slut was trying to help others like him get off the streets, get cleaned, and even redeemed like he was. Valentino knew his whores talked about him all the time, even after the pimp made it taboo to even speak of his name. I treated that little spider shit like my own son, and he goes around and backstabs me, the fucker. Ugh, I'll take those wings of his one day and shove them up to his ass before I fuck him again and again. Maybe I'll make it a porno and title it "Angel Gets Fucked", Valentino thought with a grin. Angel Dust was still in the top ten of all the asses he had ever had the pleasure of screwing. Maybe even the top five. Just thinking about sliding his big hot cock into his wet, juicy thorax was starting to make him get turned on with a few moans in his tone.

"Can we please focus on something else besides you being pleasured?" A whiny tone asked, which made Valentino grumble before he motioned for the whore to go away. Zipping up his fly, the moth demon turned to the TV Demon known as Vox, who was busy commanding half a dozen laptops floating around him. No doubt his 'boyfriend' was upset that he was getting pleasured by one of his whores instead of his supposed 'lover,' but Valentino would make it up to him as always. Vox was in his pocket, after all, both mentally and physically.

When the three V's had started teaming up because it was better in all their interests to do so, Valentino slowly started to make it so that almost all of the benefit was in his favor. It took time to deal with Velvet since she was constantly flipping from one emotion to the next, but after a few months of getting to know her ticks, Valentino could manipulate her in his own way. Vox, however, was easy as cake. The guy was such a closet homosexual that tugging his heart was like stealing candy from a baby. Valentino had to use his usual charm and tricks to make the love-starved media expert his slave to his whim, but once he did, Vox was putty in his hands.

Sure Vox would get his balls back and "Break Up" with Valentino, but he always came back. Val made sure of it. Because once someone is Val's, they never leave, Valentino stated in his head.

"What is it, Voxxy?" Valentino asked, leaning on his chair as he turned to the partner. "I thought we were just going to relax?"

"No, you said you were going to relax," Vox pointed out as he continued to work on all the laptops in front of him. "I said we need to talk about what's been going on with our recent losses."

Val sighed as he walked over to his lover and put his arms around him, making sure to keep his warm, hot breath close to the screen of the TV demon who was starting to fog up. "Those can wait. I've had a very long day, and it's been a while since we made a good fuck. What do you say we order some vodka, pull out the sofa bed and screw each other like crazy."

"...Velvet wants out."

What?

"WHAT?!" Valentino shouted as his demonic energy surged and the laptops all fried themselves. Vox winced as he was dragged up and glaring at the moth demon. "Out?! She wants out?! We need her! I fucking need her! Half of my clients rely on her potions, and my whores are kept in line because of them! Why the fuck does she want to get out now after all these years?!"

Vox hesitated to say anything until he sighed and finally answered. "She found out about the kids."

This made Val both surprised and even angrier. For all the sins that Hell allows, pedophilia was even seen as too far for half the population who felt it was wrong to fuck kids. Sure, they had no problem killing them, but fucking them was a different matter. Valentino didn't fucking give a shit about whether or not someone was ten, fifteen, eighteen, twenty-three, or whatever age. If they could provide him with cash, then he owned their ass.

When he made his first yearly loss after Angel left, he pretty much killed the first ten people in front of him before trying a final assault on the hotel, only to have actual Exocists arrive and protect it. Valentino was not stupid enough to go up against an Extermination Squad, so he cut his losses for now. This forced him to get creative with his business. If regular whores were not enough of a taste to rank in the dough, he would have to obtain a particular kind of pleasure for which certain demons were willing to pay high prices.

Specifically, children.

Valentino would never put his dick in anything under eighteen himself, but if someone was willing to pay top dollar to do it, then who gave a shit. Of course, some demons were trying to be "noble" and act like it was a bad thing, and apparently, that crazy doll bitch was one of them.

"Tch, how did she find out?" Valentino grumbled as he pulled out a cigar and lit it up.

"I don't know, but she asked me if it was true. Even used a truth potion on me when she poured coffee for us," Vox answered, which earned him a scornful glare from Valentino. "S-S-S-She didn't care about the snuff films! But the children were too far, and she told me to tell you that she's breaking up our business relationship. She said, in her words, 'Hurting kids like that is not fun.'"

Valentino didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at the club's dancers while wishing he could take his rage on them. Velvet leaving the Three V's meant that they were not just going to lose a considerable amount of income and money from each other, but their rivals would smell blood in the water like sharks looking for a nice meal. They had many enemies, most Valentino, but because of their united efforts with each other, they could keep a hold of their power for the most part. But with one of the three now leaving, it left an opening for someone, or multiple Overlords, to come in and finish the rest.

He would have to do something to get them off his back. Hmm, perhaps those fanatics I helped a while ago could do it? They do have the resources and the power. I hate to rely on others like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

A knock on their door alerted Val and Vox that they had company. "Come on, but be quick about it."

One of his Hellhound bodyguards, a dark and brown-furred one, walked in with a severe expression on his face. "Sir, we've lost contact with the downstairs team. Nobody is answering."

"What?" Valentino growled before turning to Vox, who quickly pressed a button on his desk and a hidden panel in the wall opened up to reveal multiple camera screens. Telepathically controlling them, Vox was able to show that every guard in the lower levels was dead, with the clients killed as well. There was also no sign of the whores nor any sign of whoever did this. Growling, Valentino shouted at Vox to change the cameras to the other levels. He quickly did so, turning to the area where the children were optional as pleasure mates and snuff films were taking place. To his shock, there were even more dead guards and clients. A few of them had their dicks blown off and heads eviscerated with extreme prejudice. "Who the fuck is doing this?!"

"Wait, the elevator!" Vox pointed out as he focused on one screen. In the elevator, reloading his pistol, a tall imp in a black trench coat looked determined and ready for action.

"What elevator is that, and where is he going?!" Valentino demanded as he quickly started planning his next snuff film: Holocaust Imp Death Play.

"It's the one outside the lobby, and it's arriving now!"

Valentino turned to this guard. "Get there and bring me his ass! Now!"

***Ten Minutes Ago***

Blitzo made a vow that as soon as his vengeance was wrapped up, he would cancel the whole "Kids Die For Free" deal and make it clear that children were to never be targeted again. He and Angel had spent the last twenty minutes clearing out what had to be one of the most disgusting and nightmarish things he had ever seen in his life to the point that he was going to get blackout drunk as soon as this was over.

The snuff film sets were bad. They were covered in blood, and serial killers had free reign to do whatever they wanted with the victims. Blitzo had seen blood and guts before, some of it he caused, but the rooms looked like someone decided to call Picasso on a person's body. Some of the victims were even still alive when the two stormed the area, shot all the staff, and found them dying in agony. Nothing could be done save for a single bullet to the head to end the pain. Those who were lucky enough to be saved were healed of their wounds and told to get out of here, which they did as fast as possible.

None of the staff was spared. The film crew, sound gatherers, actors, and writers. They were all shot with extreme prejudice no matter how much they pleaded or begged. They didn't even put up a fight like the guards did, as if they never expected someone to come and wreck their shit. Well, someone did, and they were more than happy to do so.

It got to the point that Blitzo was wondering whose roaring rampage of revenge this really was since Angel was moving faster and striking deadlier than Blitzo could react. With each kill, Angel's eyes only glowed more and more intensely and cold as if the further the depravity they saw, the more hardened he got.

And then they came to the children.

Blitzo didn't have to do any of the killings because Angel, at that point, was a wrathful blur. The ashes of the sick fucks who did this were splattered all over the walls and ceilings, leaving Blitzo to comfort and take care of the kids. Each of them was wearing various amounts of clothing, from sailor outfits to princess tutus, which was only by luck if they even had clothing on. Boys and girls were equally seen with ages ranging from as young as six to as old as twelve. Many looked dead in the eyes. Others were sobbing and continued to be frightened even after Blitzo promised they would be okay. A few were asking Blitzo to kill them.

Some of the scenes Blitzo saw had shocked even him to the floor. There was one where some eldritch tentacle demon had six children, three boys, and girls, all covered in his slime while he did...horrible things with his limbs.

Blitzo vowed that any child rapist that was a target from a client was now free of charge. Starting now.

Once it was all over, the children were huddled into a lobby room where they held each other being either silent or sobbing. Blitzo had found some chalk and started drawing a portal that he knew from Stolas's Grimoire that would allow him to open a gateway to any place he's been to previously via memory.

Meanwhile, a blood-covered Angel stared at the little ones while cleaning himself off. "You want to know something? I've always liked kids," Angel whispered, getting Blitzo's attention. "Not for the reasons you're thinking of, but because they were so innocent whenever I saw them. They didn't see how fucked up the world was and how shitty life could get. I always thought it would be the greatest thing in the world to forever remain as a kid because then you didn't have to deal with real-life problems. Like a family of thugs who doesn't care or love you. Addictions to things that ruin your life. Struggles about who you are and what the world thinks of you. How you spent nights crying in your bed wishing you could just go back to those days when you thought the world was all sunshine and rainbows."

Angel then lowered his head, and Blitzo could see a tear drip down his face. "Whenever I see someone break that innocence in a kid? I lose it. And right now, I feel half tempted to join in the Exterminations and kill every fucking asshole in a sixty-mile radius."

"...there is only one asshole we need to kill, and he's next," Blitzo whispered as he took out his pistol. "I'll go on ahead. You look like you need to rest. You just slaughtered nearly fifty demons in one go, and I think you need a moment to collect yourself before we deal with the big one. Plus, someone needs to get these kids out of here. Can you do that?"

Angel nodded as Blitzo snapped his fingers, and a portal to the Hazbin Hotel opened up. Blitzo walked over to the elevator as Angel slowly got the kids to follow him into the hotel and pressed the button for the lobby. After making sure his gun was fully loaded, Blitzo took a moment to collect himself for what will, no doubt, be quite a firefight. He was already expecting the owners to know that their little establishment had been under assault by now.

And yet the moment the doors opened, he saw an imp bodyguard look surprised to see Blitzo before he was capped in the chest twice and once in the head for good measure. The gunshots quickly made the clubs duck or run while nearby guards drew their guns and rushed in, but Blitzo was quicker. He aimed his pistol at one and headshot him before placing his gun under his left arm and shot a guard coming behind him in the balls before turning around and shooting him in the head as well.

Moving forward, Blitzo was able to block a downward punch from a hellcat demon before shooting it in the foot and flipping it over his shoulder. It hissed in pain before two shots to the head ended its suffering. A bullet grazed Blitzo's ear as he rolled to a nearby velvet padded column where two demons, both devil-looking humanoids with auto-fire pistols, were keeping him pinned. Noticing that they were near a small bar for the guests, Blitzo grabbed one of his grenades, unpinned it, and tossed it at the bar. A few seconds later, the explosion rocked the room as shards of glass were sent everywhere. A few of them managed to dig deep into the neck and face of one of the guards as he fell down, clutching his face while choking on his own blood. This allowed the second guard to be distracted long enough for Blitzo to roll out and shoot the second one's kneecaps off before a final headshot ended his life.

Blitzo got up and made his way further down the lobby, just stopping short of the entrance where another guard, a female imp, was rushing towards his direction with a shotgun. He waited until she was close enough to slam his gun into her throat, drag her away from the door, slamming her into the wall, and place the gun right under her chin. "Valentino. Where is he?"

"VIP Room," She answered before Blitzo shot her face off.

He rushed into the room next door, the staircases, and slid down just in time to avoid getting machine gunfire. He shot at the two shooters on the stairs before jumping over the railing, where he crashed on top of a small group of imps and hellhounds who were conveniently making their way upward. Knocking one of the guards' uzi's into the air, Blitzo flipped up, caught it, and fired the entire clip into the down guards who didn't stand a chance of getting back up. Another imp tried attacking Blitzo from behind, but he spun around and kicked it in the face before firing his pistol at his chest and face.

Dropping the uzi and reloading his pistol, Blitzo kicked the nearby double doors open and found himself in the main club room...along with a dozen or so laser pointers aimed at his chest and face.

"Shit."