(5 years later)

On this particular morning, the soft rays of dawn peeked through the curtains gently, illuminating Y/N's room. With his eyes still heavy with sleep, he slowly opened them, greeting the day ahead.

Y/N looked at the clock.'It's 6 am, Stella and Stolas won't be up for another two hours,' he considered with a sigh before he slowly sat up from his bed.

Rolling his shoulders, he heard the cracks and let out a satisfied breath before getting up and out of his resting place.

He felt his body activate as the creak of the bed rang out before he headed to his bathroom. Turns out, having fur made cleaning a nightmare.

An hour later and he was both clean and dry with a new pair of black boxers on.

He moved around his bed, which was in the center of his room, and went to the closet by the bathroom door.

Going in and coming out moments later, he put his work uniform on his bed before dressing himself.

When he was done, he was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt with ruffles at the collar, a white-gold pocketwatch, and chain in his breast pocket, and a black coat with two long coattails that came down to the back of his knees.

He adjusted it two more times before nodding to his reflection and leaving his room.

He blinked and came to a stop as he saw two sneaking individuals freezing mid-step past his room.

"... Stolas?" He asked quietly. "... Ah, I see," Y/N said as the men before him grimaced.

One of them was a tall owl man with grayish-blue feathers, white facial features that contained four red eyes, two that were smaller and on his forehead, and a black beak.

Dressed in red robes, the owl man smiled after recognizing him.

"Y/N?" Stolas the owl said with a relieved smile. "Y/N, apologies if we awoke you."

"You didn't, I was getting ready to make breakfast," Y/N said as he crossed his arms, looking up about two feet to lock gaze with Stolas.

Yes, here he was, the former human turned demon, now working for the owl demon.

Hell. The place where all forms of vices, debauchery, and taboo took place on the daily.

Honestly, it was still odd to think hell was so... bearable, for lack of a better word. Demons, sinners, and hell-natives lived lives down here, and yet it still took the former human by surprise by how 'normal' everything was down here.

"So... Uh, nice ta meet ya, big guy," came the voice of the person next to Stolas.

He was tall for his species, that being an imp while bearing long black horns with white bands every so often.

He had the same color scheme of his species, that being most red with white spots, on occasion, but his head was long and more block-like while, atop his forehead, was a black mark.

The imp came to just above Y/N's stomach in height, being shorter than all other living beings, in general, like most of his species but still tall for an imp.

Dressed in smaller, red robes, the imp grunted, clearing his throat.

"I'm going to assume this is a situation I should stay out of," Y/N said with a knowing look at the relieved Stolas. "Or is he joining us for breakfast?" He also asked, these kinds of situations he wasn't used to.

Especially since they were in hell.

"Ah, no! No, no, no, he's leaving," Stolas said with a shaky grin. "And, yes, you're right, this is hush-hush, I know that Stella favors you, greatly."

"No, it's fine, I understand," Y/N said before walking off. "Please be careful, sir. You know Stella doesn't care if you sleep with him, but most of the other servants would have ousted you if they did see this."

"I'd would have handled it," the imp said with a gun coming out of his robes.

"... I'm not going to question where that came from," Y/N said with a shake of the head. "Enjoy yourselves."

Watching him disappear down a hall, Stolas cupped his chin in thought.

"Are you sure that's alright?" The imp asked with crossed arms. "How trustworthy is he?"

"My most loyal servant, Blitzy," Stolas said with a chuckle. "He came to hell 5 years ago and ended up in our care, you know, the attempt i told you about."

"Holy Heaven, he did that?" 'Blitzy' said in disbelief before grinning big and wide. "Ya know, Stolas, that kind of firepower would make my job super easy."

"You do remember that you're supposed to be discreet, my little imp?"

"I get ya, I get ya, but, surely, he's useful."

"... He is, as a matter of fact, my book... I believe that Y/N may also hold the power to come between realms, Blitzo," the Goetic Demon said with some thought before smiling. "Actually... I might have a better idea for you all."

‐--

He cleaned the kitchen along with a few of the other servants.

"Veronica, no, you must remember, work smarter, not harder," Y/N told a more buxom imp as he showed her proper strokes of the broom. Veronica is a tall imp with a long, devilish tail. She has red skin with long white hair, long red horn, yellow scleras and red pupils; black eyeshadow, black lipstick , long black eyelashes that extend beyond the sides of her hair. "Now, grab me some of the pancake mix from the pantry." Said Y/N

The buxom imp nodded " Yes Y/N " as she walked over to the pantry as Y/N readied some pans, acknowledging the presence entering the kitchen with a nod and word.

"Good morning, Stella," he said as a hum came from behind him.

"You're awake early, as always," said a female owl demon as she came up to him before embracing him from behind, her chin landing on the crown of his head, white and pink feathers peeking past Y/N's vision. "You smell very enticing, Y/N" She whispered into his ear with a hint of lust, the animal feature flickering.

"So you remind me," he said with a chuckle, and she did the same, letting him go and moving to the table. "Ah, thank you, Veronica," the female imp nodded with a smile.

"You've trained her well," Stella's voice came from behind him along with the soft screech of a chair. "Veronica never been so efficient before you came along. Honestly, you two are the best servants in the entire manor."

"I trained her but more like her manager instead of a pet, as you're implying," Y/N said as he breath in before exhanling expelling a small stream of fire beneath the four pans and then cutting it off.

Below the pans, the flames floated like will-o-wisps and kept them heated evenly as he mixed a large amount of batter with a big whisk with his tail as he brought down ingredients.

He cooked for ten minutes, hands that mastered the art of breakfast working quickly and easily before, soon enough, five plates of food, pancakes, omelets, and bacon, sat ready and steaming.

He finally turned to face his other master, the owl woman's eyes shifting to the food as her stomach growled, leaving her cheeks a slight pink.

Stella Goetia, wife of Stolas Goetia, was a rather pretty owl demon, even compared to Y/N's more human standards.

She was taller than him by a single foot and had a long, flaring plumage that acted like a long, voluminous wave of spiky hair that went down below her rear.

She was a light pink demon with white on the outer edges and dark pink decorating the tips of her long tail feathers and the underside of her hair-like feathers' tips.

Her face was covered in white while her beak was pink, and her eyes were surrounded by back flaring black feathers. Her eyes, meanwhile, were yellow and beady with red sclera.

Dressed in a long black teddie, her black, clawed, feet donned pink slippers, and her hands were covered by her notable elbow-length dark pink gloves.

As he said before, she was surprisingly attractive and had curves that made many a demon swoon... but, despite all that, despite their friendliness, Y/N hoped it was 'friendliness', Stella was obsessed with image.

From what Stolas had explained to him, she wasn't even a royal, hell, she'd been a nobel who'd been adopted and taken into the royal life. He didn't know much about her past beyond that.

So, as he brought her own her food, she smiled at him, her hand running down his forearm before reaching his hand and stroking it.

"Impressive, as always," she whispered, and Y/N feigned ignorance.

He nodded and set the table before going over and sitting on one of a trio of chairs by the large window in the kitchen, gesturing Veronica over before handing her own food.

The three ate in what could be seen as companionable silence before a head popped into one of the kitchen's two entryways.

Her hair was like Stella's in concept, being a large bunch of feathers that resembled hair in design, with this younger female owl's being slightly spiky with a single 'sharp' point at the back and front as a bang.

Her feathers were a dark gray compared to her parents, but she had her mother's red sclera and her father's white irises with some natural purple eyeshadow on her eyelids. Her face was white with a black beak.

Dressed in a pair of black robes and slippers, she blinked before sighing in relief, an action that only Y/N noticed.

'Ah, thankful there's no bickering again?' He thought as he got up, placing his food on his seat before greeting her. "Good Morning, Octavia."

"Oh, Y/N," Octavia smiled at him, coming in before looking at the steaming food. "Oh, cool," she said as she took a seat at the table, Y/N going over to the coffee maker and grabbing her a cup. "T-Thanks," she said with hand rubbing the back of her neck, under her mother's nodding gaze.

"You're welcome."

Then, as if summoned by a full room, Stolas appeared in his robes from earlier, the owl patriarch looking around and nodding in satisfaction.

"As always, impressive work, Y/N" he said before seating himself.

Y/N bowed at the waist, nodding before retaking his seat.

They ate, and Y/N simply nodded to this simple life, and, yet, he didn't mind. This was an interesting life.

—--

He tended to the family as they rested on one of the large patios… Okay, well, 'tending' wasn't the right word.

Y/N simply spent time with them, working out in a black tank top and dark black pants, currently doing push-ups with Octavia sitting cross legged on his back.

"In time, Via, you'll find that spark within you," Stolas coached as Stella sat under a red parasol, a copy of Y/N standing by her with a wine bottle in his hands. "Tell me, Y/N, do you leave the manor often?" He asked curiously as he watched another flexing muscle move with interest. "Very impressive."

"Hm? Usually, only to get groceries and items," Y/N explained as Octavia grinned. "Well, that and Octavia dancing lessons which she roped me into."

"He's really good at it," Octavia said with a smirk. "I'm surprised, you never struck me as the hip-hop type."

"Pushing my body to its limits is easy, learning how to breakdance, though? That just seemed to come to me easily, scarily enough." Y/N said.

"It's good to have a hobby," Stolas said with a chuckle. "With looks like yours, a body built like a Greek god, and an aloof attitude, I wouldn't be surprised you'd pull a rather ecstatic crowd."

"That sounds disturbing," Y/N said as he kept going. "Any progress, Octavia?"

"Hmm…" Octavia hummed before shaking her head, eyes opening. "No, I don't really get it."

"In time," Stolas said before clapping his hands. "Now, off Y/N Via, I actually need to speak with him."

Octavia hummed at that, doing as told and Y/N jumped up to stand before the Goetic Demons.

"Come, there's a duty I want to entrust to you, Y/N," Stolas said as they walked to the other end of the balcony, Y/N's eyebrow raised as he leaned forward while Stolas leaned back. "Hm, you remember that imp from earlier?" He whispered, his forehead eyes flickering to Octavia and Stella, the two sitting down together with the former opening a book.

"Yes," Y/N said. "Something to do with him?"

"... Yes," Stolas said with a sigh, turning around to lean on the railing as Y/N did. "I want you to go down there, every now and then, to protect him when you can," Y/N was surprised. "Hm, hm… I don't really… understand it myself but he's mine and I can't very well just let him die."

"... Understood," Y/N said with a nod before Stolas smiled.

"Oh, there's actually something I need you to do whenever you can," Stolas said and Y/N hummed. "You see, there's been an odd change in the portals and I want you to get used to going through to locations and seeing if you can't teleport yourself to and from the human world."

Y/N's eyes widened at that, cupping his chin. "Huh… I never thought about going to your human world," he said and the owl chuckled. "Alright, this sounds rather interesting. Anything else?"

"Hmm, well, make sure he thinks of me?" Stolas asked and Y/N snorted. "Oh and remember to be back if the task doesn't take too long."

"Of course, sir."

—--

He dressed up for the afternoon.

Wearing a pair of black slacks and a white v neck shirt with a gray cardigan, Y/N rolled his shoulders.

The final bits were a pair of black gloves with skulls on the back, it'd been a gift from Octavia on one of his birthdays and was one of his most well-used products.

With those on, he nodded.

Right then, the door to his room opened to reveal Octavia herself in its entryway, blinking at him. "You're going somewhere? We don't have another class until tomorrow."

"Hm? Oh, no, just going to handle that job your father wanted me to do," Y/N explained.

Wearing a shin-length black coat, a pink, star-spangled, long-sleeved top, and black pants, Octavia came in and sat on the servant's bed.

"Did he say it was classified?"

"It's not but he did want me to keep it quiet," Y/N explained "I should only be gone for a few hours, I'll be back in time to make dinner by eight."

"Hm, hm, you sound more like a nanny than a butler, hm, hm," Octavia said with a chuckle as Y/N snorted.

"It's not exactly what I was going for, but it is what it is," Y/N said. "Alright, I'm going to head out," he said as he came over, ruffled her hair, and walked out. "I'll see your mother on the way out."

"That doesn't sound lewd or anything."

"Please don't take after your parents."

--

Stella hummed in her earlier outfit, now plus a small coat for the cool library, as she read.

There was a knock on wood and she turned to see Y/N knocking on the entryway into the room.

" Stella," Y/N said simply as he walked in, the bird demon humming as she closed her journal. "I just wanted to inform you that I'll be out for a bit, I'll be back by eight."

"Hm? Where to?" Stella asked curiously with a hum. "It's not another lesson with Octavia, is it? I'm pretty sure you told me it was… even days, I believe."

"It is," Y/N said with a chuckle as he leaned on the back of her psychologist couch. "Just wanted you to know, it's some stuff Stolas wanted me to get used to."

"Used to?" Stella hummed. "I take it that you can't tell me?"

"It's simply me going through the rings to set up some marks," Y/N explained and understanding dawned on the matriarch. "Anywhere you want me to go specifically?"

"..." Stella tapped her chin before chuckling. "Go to the Ring of Gluttony, there's said to be a new festival that might give you ideas, hm, hm, hm."

"Got it," Y/N nodded. "Anything else?"

"Hmm, that'll be all… and, Y/N, take care."

"Thank you, I will, ma'am."

—--

"Ready to leave?" Stolas asked as he arranged some books in his study, dressed more like the royal he was.

Wearing a crimson red vest with gold buttons and effects, gray pants, a black tophat with a crown-like insignia on it, and a feathered mantle, he was the very image of a Goetic Demons that Y/N knew him to be.

"Yes, I just said goodbye to Octavia and Stella," Y/N explained, coming into the study. "Protect him and test out the portals of the Netherworld and human world. I actually told Stella that I'd be traversing the rings and she wants me to pick up a recipe from the Ring of Gluttony."

"Hmm," Stolas's beak set in a soft smile. "She always did like sweets, especially since you started making them," he licked his lips. "Yes, I'd also like that."

"Then I'll focus on it. I'll head out now, sir," Y/N said as he opened a window nodded to him. "I'll be back, hopefully, this doesn't get too weird."

"... Possibilities are endless?" Stolas said with an amused smile, throwing a card at Y/N who caught it.

"I'll be back," Y/N said before jumping out the window.

His body fell down with his arms out, like a skydiver, before flipping and landing on hid feet with a small burst of dust.

Standing up, he looked back at the sky-piercing building that was Ars Goetia Manor before taking his leave through the gates of the courtyard in a brisk walk.

He nodded to the guards as he passed, both hellhounds nodding back before he took off down the road pathway.

Then Y/N body was a blur to their eyes as he vanished from his spot.

"You ever wonder why he's not a bodyguard?"

"Eh, he's their butler, he goes everywhere with the family, I don't think they need another bodyguard."

"Touche."

—--

Almost there," he said to himself before frowning. "I guess I should introduce myself? Stolas didn't mention anything about hiding my presence… but I also need to visit the Gluttony Ring."

He'd go after making sure things didn't get crazy with this imp.

-

--

Blitzo, the imp, considered the group before him.

"Now, I know business has been… a bit slow, lately, yes, but it's no one's fault! Not naming names… Moxxie, now does anyone know how we can get business drumming up again?" He asked, wearing his favored black collared coat and gloves, his legs moved in his most fitting of pants and boots!

There was a knock on the door to their office, just outside of Blitzo's own personal one, and the four individuals in the room blinked.

"That sounded like it was the front desk," one of them, a Hellhound, a canine-hell-native, said with a raised brow as her nose flickered. "... hound?" She frowned.

She was a wolf-type of Hellhound. Having a dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth and a dark grey nose, red sclera with white irises, white fur with grey patches on her shoulders, a big bushy tail, and voluminous grey hair swept to the side.

Wearing a spiked collar, a gray crop top with strings that formed a star-shape over her chest, she also had on torn black shorts with a moon over the sides on her double-jointed legs' hips, fingerless black gloves, toeless stockings, and a piercing in her right eyebrow with two in her left ear, the other one not bearing any, especially with its torn-state.

"What'd ya say, Loonie?" Blitzo asked in confusion as he tapped his chin. "Hound… hound… why do I feel like that's familiar?"

"You didn't go and screw a hound dude, did you?" She asked before raising a brow at the smell. 'Loonie' growled as she got up and stomped out of the office with the other three looking on.

"Um, shouldn't we make sure things go well?" Asked a small imp woman who was shorter than Blitzo.

She had the same crimson skin of an imp along with two horns atop her forehead and a long demon tail with white splotches on the tip and near the base.

She had short, slightly wild, black hair and freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were black with yellow sclera containing them and the eyes, as a whole, being enhanced by thick eyelashes.

Wearing a black choker, cold-shoulder top, and torn black pants, she had on black braces around her ankles, leaving her hoofs bare.

"Hmm, well, Loona might be attacking a client," Blitzo considered with a hand rubbing his chin as his last employee sighed. "Go out there and make sure she's not killing 'em, Mox!"

'Mox', or Moxxie, groaned and held his head in his hands before walking out.

Being short like the female imp, he had long, angled near the ends, horns that were mixed in with his white hair but was differentiated by the black bands on them.

His hair came down to frame his red-skinned face with two long sideburns. Along his cheeks were white freckles and his eyes were not unlike the female imp's.

Wearing a red bowtie, a long black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, a white dress shirt, and black slacks, his double-jointed legs' hoofs were left bare as well as he adjusted his fingerless gloves.

"Mmmm," Moxxie grumbled as he left the room, opening the door- "E-Excuse me?! Sir?! Loona's down!"

"What?!" Blitzo shot out the room, a gun in hand, and raised at the… Oh shit. "O-Oh, hey, guy-from-this-morning-I-don't-remember," he said with a grimace as Y/N sat in the doorway.

Well, 'sat' as in sitting on Loona who struggled underneath him with her hands pressed into her back.

"G-Get the hell off me, you fucking bitch!" She shouted at him but Y/N shook his head. "Fucking hell, shoot him, Blitzo!"

"N-Now hold on, this is all a misunderstanding!" Blitzo said as he came up to Y/N who sighed and got off the Hellhound. "There! See, we're all-"

Y/N sighed as he was tackled by an angry wolf teen.

"Not so tough-" Loona tried to say, holding his back down, only to find herself immediately on the floor, arms crossed and tied to the floor with cloth, Y/N sitting between her legs. "T-The fuck?!"

"You should probably not try to ambush me, again, when it didn't work the first time," Y/N said with a flat look before shaking his head. "Blitzo, why the hell did your… employee, attack me?"

"N-Now, hold on, we can talk this out!" The taller-than-normal imp said in horror before Y/N sighed, only to find legs locking around his waist. "Loonie! Wait!"

"Hah! Can't be so slick now, can ya?!" Loona shouted at Y/N who shot her a look of confusion before he phased through her hold, leaving her locked to the floor in disbelief. "Who the hell is this guy?!"

"Listen, he's our boss's butler, Christ," Blitzo said in an instant as the female imp peeked out the door. "Millie, get in here, we need to make sure Loona doesn't try something again!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Loona asked dangerously.

"It means you got yourself into more trouble than you could handle," Y/N said with a wagging finger. "So, surprise, don't get impulsive again or you're gonna be in a worse situation."

She growled, teeth bared.

"Okay, okay! What's up, buddy, pal, my boss's favorite dude?" Blitzo asked Y/N as Moxxie and Millie worked on undoing Loona's binds. "Like, please tell me he didn't send you here to… gulp, take the book back."

"What? No," Y/N said and Blitzo sagged in relief. "I was here to introduce myself as a new helper for your business, every now and then, that is."

"Holy shit, he agreed with my idea?! YESSSS!" Blitzo cheered in the middle of the room in absolute satisfaction. "Fuck yeah! Now we've got a new powerhouse! Say 'hello' to our newest team member, guys!"

"Wait, what?!" Loona growled as she was finally unbound, jumping to her feet and stalking over and growling directly in Y/N's face. "This fucker is gonna join us!? Hell no!"

"Loonie, look, we can't control who and/or what wants to join us for no pay," Blitzo said with emphasis as Loona growled some more. "We need all hands on deck! We were literally handling a crisis as is!"

"Crisis?" Y/N raised a brow. "What kind?" He asked.

"Well, I'm so glad you asked, my friend, my name's 'Blitzø', the 'o' is silent."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is! These are our coworkers, Mils, Mox," Blitzo said without missing a step, gesturing to the two small imps.

"Howdy!" Millie said with a grin. "Man, I've never seen someone take down Loona before, that was so cool!" She said before hiding behind Moxxie at Loona's growling visage turning her way. "H-Hehe."

"A pleasure to meet you, sir," Moxxie said with a wave, and yet he gazed up at the sinner. "... Apologies, you're not a Hellhound, are you?"

"No, I'm a sinner, actually," Y/N explained, surprising the group. "That said, Stolas has been some of the best employment I could have asked for, I'm glad I got hired years ago."

"Hmph, a regal cock-sucker, huh?" Loona said with a frown and Y/N pinched the bridge of his snout.

"And I'm sure you're well aware of your nighttime job, I'm very sure," he shot back and she looked like he'd slapped her while Blitzo didn't stop himself from laughing. "Apologies, I almost thought highly of you."

Loona's growls reached high frequencies and Y/N's eyes narrowed.

"Don't make me put you in time out, now."

"Okay, hold on, let's chill, let's chill!" Moxxie said, holding his arms up between the two. "We're all here to work together, right now, we need to find a clientele."

"... Hmph," Y/N crossed his arms with a sigh. "Fine, what are your business strategies?" He asked the imp who rubbed the back of his head.

"He… hehe, uh, right, business strategies," Moxxie said with a nervous chuckle. "Oh, crumbs."

"... You don't have any, do you?"

"Hey, we've got a commercial!" Blitzo said with a grin as he rolled a TV out of his office, turning it to the appropriate channel. "Now, watch and be amazed!"

Y/N did as he asked and watched the entirety of the commercial, nodding at certain parts.

"So, this might sound odd but this commercial, as far as hell is considered, is fine," Y/N explained Blitzo's grin widened and Moxxie's mouth dropped. "So, the question is, why the hell are you lacking clients?"

"... Um," Millie considered it. "Well, we don't know, we've had that thing running for three hours all last week."

"... What channel?"

"One that nobody watches," Moxxie groaned. "If it'd play on normal media, we'd probably have some clientele!"

"..." Y/N cupped his chin in thought, eyes narrowing at an idea. "Alright then make some flyers, no? You can't just rely on the commercials, find all kinds of avenues."

Blitzo hummed. "Well, that isn't the worst idea but we kind of blew the whole budget on the commercial, so…"

"I'll fund the flyers, come on, let's get those started," Y/N said as he jabbed a thumb at the door.

"Alright, we've got a plan!" Millie declared with a grin as Moxxie nodded.

"It's something," he said as they followed Y/N's lead out the door. "Actually, I'd like to suggest some ideas for the flyers."

"Shoot away."

Blitzo grinned as he adjusted his suit and marched out the door with his chest puffed out.

"Come on, Loonie! We've got sales to make!" He shouted back to the Hellhound whose eyebrow twitched something horrible.

Loona growled at the empty lobby space before stomping after the newest pain in her ass.

"This is gonna suck so hard."

—--

"We've never done that much advertisement so fast before!" Moxxie said with a grin as the group walked back to the office. "And you even got some of them to set up appointments!" He gushed as Y/N raised a brow.

"I'm so confused by how your business works," He said with a sweatdrop. "Wouldn't you want appointments? Are walk-ins really that effective?"

"It's worked out, so far," Millie explained. "While we don't get that many, killing people in the human world is a big business that no one else can really do. For one, you'd need to get to the human world and that's… hehehe, um, illegal."

"And Stolas just lets you, huh?" Y/N said.

"He told me that you could possibly get there on your own, is that true?!" Blitzo asked, shocking his employees. "Yeah, turns out that owl picked up a real gem."

"... I don't know," Y/N said with a shrug. "The fact remains that not only am I supposed to go to the human world and see if I can't teleport between but to also go down to the other rings."

"Wait, hold on," Loona looked alarmed. "You're a sinner, how the hell are you supposed to go down to the lower rings?"

"Due to special permissions," Y/N said, getting a chuckle from Blitzo for his troubles.

"So, what you're saying is that you can go anywhere without limits?"

"It not only depends on if I can but Stolas will likely also give me limitations, I wouldn't want to break his trust," Y/N said and Millie hummed at him. "Yes?"

"This might be kind of rude but you don't strike me as a 'sinner'," she said, tilting her head as Moxxie nodded.

"You're too helpful, I mean, sure, you're helping us set up a killing business but you've been nothing but pleasant to be around," the small male imp said with a cupped chin. "You just don't act like those around here."

"So, he's a weirdo, why's that special?" Loona grunted as Y/N shook his head.

"While I'm glad you think so, Moxxie, Millie, the fact remains that I am a sinner but I am glad to be here" Y/N explained, getting some surprise from them.

"That's not exactly what 99% of sinners would say," the taller imp said. "Everyone up here kind of settles. They're all nasty bastards, mind you, but they have to deal with it."

"I'm actually curious about that," Y/N said as they entered the parking lot. "So, you're telling me, there's no reincarnation in this hell?"

"... Are you not from this hell?" Moxxie asked and Y/N shook his head.

He explained the bare minimum of his situation to them and the group balked.

"W-Wait, hold on, a whole different kind of business for us and it's untouched!?" Blitzo grinned, eyes becoming dollar signs before Y/N rolled his eyes and tweaked one of the man's horns, rolling his eyes back to normal.

"One, I can't connect to my old world's hell. Two, I never went there in the first place so I have no idea of its existence."

"C-Come on! Think of the mula!"

"Nope," Y/N said.

"I'll be taking my leave now. I still want to go and see what the Ring of Gluttony has to offer before I cook dinner."

"Dinner? Oh, right, the rich-ass owl," Blitzo said before humming "Well, go off, when's the next time you'll be here?"

"Hmm, likely every odd day," Y/N said. "I take breakdancing lessons with Octavia on even days of the week. Can't do it for those days."

"Breakdancing?" Loona asked in confusion. "You can dance?"

"Yep, scarily enough, I'm actually pretty good at dancing."

"Hm, hm, you think he could do a jamboree?" Millie asked Moxxie who hummed.

"It'd depend on the type of dancing, right?" Moxxie asked.

"Alright, so I'll see you in a day," Y/N said with a nod as he walked out. "Take it easy," he said with a wave back at the group.

"Later, bud!" Blitzo waved animatedly. "So, guys, what do ya think?"

"He seems extremely competent," Moxxie said with a smile. "It'd be nice to have someone with such a level head."

"I think he's the bee's knees!" Millie said as her husband chuckled. "He's built big and tough! And he beat Loona! You were right, Blitz!"

"Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Loona shouted.

"It means that he can take you down in under a second… so he can take down every human! Loonie, this is good news!" Blitzo considered with a widening grin.

The Hellhound groaned.

—--

His eyes narrowed as he was surrounded by demons of all sorts on all sides… and they looked like eggs?

"We got 'em, boss! We got one!" One of the egg troops said with excitement as Y/N raised a brow at the lowering of a large blimp. "Yay!"

"Move it you fools!" Came a voice from the vehicle as a hatch on the side opened for a figure to jump out. "Now, tremble in the presence of Sir Pentious!"

It was a lamia-like sinner, it seemed.

He was tall and had the lower half of a snake's, while his upper half was humanoid. He was lanky from above, having long arms with pink-tipped claws, all while wearing a dark green, yellow pinstriped, suit that had an eye on its tie.

His skin was the same color as his suit with his tail having the inverted pattern of it while covered in eyes. His hood was wide and yellow on the underside, filled with four more big eyes, while his own eyes on his face narrowed as his top hat trembled before another eye on it did.

All in all, he was a rather nasty-looking thing.

"Can I help you?" Y/N asked him with a raised brow and the master of the Eggs cackled. "So, that's not helpful," he muttered.

"You see, my little friend," Sir Pentious hissed out slowly. "I must start my gaining of the slaves! With you, you seem rather sturdy and you're a hound! You were built for hard labor!"

Y/N's eyebrow raised. "Look, I'm sure you thought this is a good idea."

"Why thank you, you see, not everyone gets that," Sir Pentious said with a sagely nod as the Eggs nodded as well, much to Y/N's twitching eyebrow.

"Right, the point is, slaves, aren't they out of fashion?" Y/N asked and the snake man blinked, holding a finger up in thought.

"T-They are?"

"Well, yes, when was the last time you saw a slave?"

"... I-I get that but the evil handbook says evil is almost always accompanied by slaves!" The snake man said, pulling said handbook out of his pocket. "See, it's in the fine print!" He shouted, showing it to Y/N who sweatdropped.

—--

Y/N snuck through alleyways as he navigated out of sight.

"Sup," waved a four-armed… man?

Y/N wasn't sure, this person sounded male but looked very feminine.

White 'fur', he's not sure, was their base color and it was dotted with pink in odd places.

As mentioned before, they had four arms so six limbs in total, and their eyes were pink with the left one having black sclera.

Dressed in a pair of grayish-purple boots over their double-jointed legs, a light pink blazer with slightly darker pink bands running up and down it. Each of their hands were covered by dark pink gloves while Y/N saw a gold tooth in this demon's grin.

"Penny for your thoughts?" They asked and Y/N sighed.

"Please don't tell me you work for an asshole with the blimp."

"A few letters off, I work for an asshole who's a pimp," the insect demon said with a shrug and a grimace. "So, I'm glad I could disappoint you? Actually… do I know you?"

"Thanks, regardless, and not that I know, I never frequented the brothels before," Y/N said before the sound of shouting reached his ears and he pinched the bridge of his snout. "What's that?" He asked the demon who looked completely downtrodden. "... I see, this is that pimp of yours?"

"Heheh, that easy to read, huh?"

"If you look that sad about it, yes."

"... Yeah, well, thanks, I guess," the demon said before sighing. "Name's Angel Dust, by the way," Y/N found a card flourished towards him from the demon's chest fluff. "Come by, some time, and I can give you a special service," they said with a grin and an air kiss before taking off.

Y/N looked at the back of the demon and back down at the card crumbling it and throw it in the trash.

… 'Just walk way, you're not a hero,' he reminded himself as he left the other way. 'Besides, these people are all sinners, don't forget-'

"Now, stay on this street corner and make me back my money!" Came a shout from a bit out of the alleyway.

His eyebrows twitched and Y/N performed a 180 and powerwalked back in the direction Angel Dust went in.

"Fucking hell," he cursed as he went to find the spider demon, the male spider demon.

Navigating a ton of pathways, following Angel's signature in the safety of the shadows, he eventually found him five minutes later, talking to a car with…?!

'There's no fucking way I'm looking at the princess of hell right now,' Y/N realized in horror as he saw the person in the car Angel was chatting with.

"Eh… for women, I charge extra," Angel Dust explained as the demons around him grew more intense in their mounting lusts. "So, unless you can pay for my time-"

"Okay," said the teen from the car, shocking the spider demon a bit. "So, if I pay you, you'll talk with us?" She asked patiently.

"... Eh, alright, sis, spill some tea," Angel said and the girl in the car's eyes widened at the back of him. "Oh-"

Several thuds echoed behind him and the encroaching feeling of arms fell away, leaving Angel Dust to turn around and see the tail slipping into the alleyway along with several knocked-out demons.

"W-Wait, come back!" The girl in the car pleaded with Y/N who shook his finger, his form shadowed enough that it could be seen but not distinguished. "C-Could you come, too?!" She asked.

"... apologies but my place isn't there," Y/N said and she grimaced. "Listen, I know what you're doing," her eyes widened. "And, while I think it's right, admirable, even… I'm not worth it."

"What?" Her eyes widened. "B-But with that kind of thinking, of course, you are! Everyone deserves another chance!"

"Maybe, you're not wrong, Miss Magne," Charlie blinked at his chuckling. "One day, maybe, but that time is not today, not even remotely close, and I'm not trying to offend you-"

"You're not," she said immediately, white face, black eyes, pale yellow sclera, and blonde hair set in braids all looking downward. "You're not a lost cause, I know you're not. You didn't offend me by actually talking to me."

"Hmph, continue doing what you wish for, Charlie, I know we'll cross paths one day," Y/N said.

"So, you just gonna talk to me, see if I'm alright, help me out, and then leave?" Angel Dust asked in confusion. "What the hell kind of demon are ya? Am I crazy? Or did I overdose again?"

"Heh," Y/N snorted before his shadow vanished into the dark. "Later," his voice echoed out to them and Charlie Magne had a feeling that not a single living thing was in that area anymore.

"... Do you know him?" Charlie asked Angel Dust who shrugged.

"Nah, just met him in the alleyway, shot the shit, and got in trouble with my… boss," Angel said after finding the word. "Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?"

Charlie nodded rapidly, gesturing to the car and Angel shrugged before going in.

"Ya got booze?"

"Ugh, why in the hell did she choose you?" Came another girl in the car that Charlie smiled at before looking back into the alleyway.

"... I hope we can meet soon," she said to no one before getting into the vehicle and looking out her window. '...?!' Her eyes widened at the sight of a figure atop the building, shaded by moonlight.

Bright red eyes looked back at her and their 'head' nodded before vanishing.

'... I think he heard me,' she realized with a smile. 'I knew it! This isn't a failure of a plan!'

Now, to get to know their first subject!

—--

Stolas blinked, looking up from his astrology book, what sound like static as Y/N blurred into existence, looking slightly tired.

"I was worried, what happened?" He asked.

The information exchange was quick and Stolas blinked.

"Goodness, you are quite the traveler, I didn't think you'd go on foot," the owl demon said before humming. "And the princess is still going along with her hotel idea. I can't see the reasoning in it but demons will do as they please, that's our selfishness." Y/n nodded.

After showering, he'd gotten dressed in his uniform without his blazer and made dinner.

As the family, him, Veronica, and the carnivorous plant in the corner of the kitchen ate,l

Stella hummed "I really can't believe you met the princess," the matriarch said in a surprise tone. "As for your escapades, I'm surprised you went to helped him".

"I didn't see it in myself, either, but I did what I wanted to, at that moment, and that ended up being helping Angel Dust," Y/N said as he flicked the fork in his hand. "That said, I don't know what I'm going to end up doing from this point" he noted.

"And then there's that Sir Pentious guy," Octavia said with a grimace tone and YN nodded. "Any idea of what to do with him?"

"... Likely, if he thinks of trying me again I'll simply destroy him and move on," Y/N said and Stolas smirked.

"Now there's that demon side I was curious about," he said with a chuckle as Stella nodded.

It was nice seeing Y/N relish in his own bloodlust.