A night of dream, where the slumber and creation of Morpheus happen in the minds of all the demons and sinners of the seven rings in the middle of the night, where most would enjoy their slumber to recharge from the rough day they had in the day prior.

A peaceful night of sleep, that was the only thing the future heir of the Goetia family wished for since every night she had to hear the ruckus and the biggest discussions she wittiness since from the day she was born.

Her mother's incessantly shouting is what makes not just Octavia awake, but her father who tries in any way to argue with her makes her night even worse.

It is just 364 days of the same agonizing battle of shouts, day and night, like both of her parents never have anything else to stop from going into each and other's throat… more like her mother going to her father's throat, to be honest.

But one day… in only one day per year… Octavia always prayed for whatever who was listening to her, that day to come, because not even her birthday could calm both her mother and father, but one single day of September 10th, she doesn't know why, but it was the only day of peace she has.

Slowly opening her eyes, the Owl princess felt something different from the days she used to be, usually, she has an alarm with her hellphone which always start the heavy metal song to wake her from her slumber.

But that day she didn't get up from her routine, blinking slowly she felt something wrong as she couldn't hear a damn thing.

The silence… her home never had silence almost every day… There is just one day that is normally silent for princess Octavia, which by connecting the dots, made her eyes open wide in disbelief.

"It can't be." Octavia then could see in the corner of the hours revealing to be almost noon, she always gets awake from her hellphone three hours than she was having at the moment. And above the clock she could see in small numbers, the princess Goetia felt her eyes being wide open in surprise… September 10th "It's today."

By cleaning her eyes using her fists, to try to see clearly that it wasn't an illusion, the same day which made her life get a moment of peace was finally there.

Octavia after so many days without having smiled now could give the longest breath in relief that she had in months. And now she was finally awake, and ready to take a nice day and talk to her parents.

Walking over the empty halls of her castle, she was alone, which made her walk even faster in the direction of the main table where all the good mornings should be.

As she walked near the door from the dining hall, Octavia was ready to grate both her parents and get a good time eating breakfast together, but at the moment she placed her hand over the door she started to hear both her parents talking.

"You still didn't find any clues about where is he, isn't it?" Stella's sad tone made Octavia stop pushing the door, and open it slightly just to see both her parents staring at the breakfast.

"I'm sorry Stella, I used all my connections at the Pride Ring and even my strongest spells to find any track of him." Octavia saw the look of her father who instead to be looking depressed and tried to take all the insults, this time he looked at her mother with a resolute look but with his eyes sad as well. "His lemonade stand remains untouched, and none of the demons at the park found traces of the description we gave to them."

Hearing her mother sigh and being unable to look at her father's eyes was too much shocking for princess Octavia since usually she goes and when she sits with them, she never heard about who her father was looking for. But the eyes of her mother who usually shows only anger and wrath, that time she looked like she felt disappointment and sadness for not getting the answer she was looking for.

"You tried your best Stolas." Stella somewhat sounded a bit forced but her daughter could see that the feelings were legit. "It has been 20 years since he vanished in thin air and never let anything more than the note saying that he was leaving Pride ring… And until that day I kept asking myself why…"

"I know that feeling Stella, but while I know you are tired of hearing my voice, I still want you to have hope. He is not dead…" Octavia's eyes opened wide open as she could see that her father was having pity. To her mother? "There were days that I still dream about telling him about the worst day of my life, while I drink his jar of lemonade."

"Let me guess, the worst day of your life was the day your father and my brother forced us to marry each other." Stella snarky commented as she grinned which made Stolas roll his eyes.

"Of course, having him as the bartender was the best thing for me… His lemonade was better than every absinth or even depressive pills I had after the day we get married." Stolas shrugged which made Octavia shocked, but she heard her mother snickering at him.

"Isn't that true?" Her mother asked as she smiled, but then her frown deepened as she glanced at the table and Octavia could see clearly some lemons above the table. "Our lives could have been so different if he was around."

"That I can agree with you. He has all the rights to be your husband, meaning you would be his responsibility." Stolas joked which made Octavia's face get in shock.

"Mom's husband?" Octavia asked herself as she saw the smiling face of her mother, an evil grin which she usually has.

"Agreed, my brother would be totally against such outrageous marriage, but since he was the first to sign the contract, he would have all the rights to be the prince… even if he is an imp."

"AN IMP?" Octavia shouted in her mind which made her mouth drop hard as she could swear that she was dreaming, her mother hates imps and mistreats most of the servants of the castle. Why her mother hates the imps since she is married to one? "Oh damn… I may have a stepdad who is an imp… And my dad is sleeping with another imp… Both my parents are imp lovers… I'm going to get insane…"

"That would be true Stella, however, you wouldn't care anyway, but sadly he wasn't around to make it work, it's crazy that they made the others think we are the royalty couple, but in reality, I'm just your concubine." Stolas take a good spoon of cereal as he ate calmly, which made Stella look at the prince once again. "And you have been making my entire day a hell since the day we meet."

"Hehe, it seems that I fulfilled my promise decades ago." Stella looked proud of herself, as Stolas looked annoyed but sighed in tiredness.

"All of that because I said you were a bad spouse that day, right?" Stolas shoved the spoon and ate while looking at his devil wife gave a refreshed smile at him. But then she glanced at the lemon on the table, and her smile became sadder as she opened her mind.

"You know Stolas… I hate you, from the bottom of my heart." The sincere tone made Stolas's eyes wide open in surprise, which made him silent as he awaited her to continue. "You are a weak, pathetic, loser, who always whinnies about the problems instead of taking care like royalty… But all these flaws were because you are a kind-hearted demon…"

Most would take offense from such insults made by the swan princess, but Stolas got shocked and felt touched by the last sentence she said.

"Wow, Stella, that was the sweetest thing you ever said to me during all these years… And I have to confess that I shouldn't have told you were going to be a bad spouse… I regret those words after the first day I said I do. But I want to tell you with all my heart… You would have been a great spouse for him." Stolas while he despises Stella so much, a part of him knew the reasons why she was the worst monster he had ever mates… And couldn't help but feel pity for her… "I hate you with all my being, but I'm telling the truth, if you were with him, you could have become a great spouse…"

Octavia remained quiet as she could hear her parents having good harmony as they talk. Leaving her with dozens of questions unanswered. With her eye watching from the little opening she could see her mom having a comforting smile on her.

"… thank you Stolas. It really means to me." Stella gave a look at her husband, and while deep toxic feelings remained inside of her, there was one feeling that she wanted to share with the owl prince in front of her." You know… I've always envied you. You have the love of that imp who you always sleep with, and you are always happy when you pass your day with him… I wish to have done that with him as well… Stolas if I knew he would have left Pride Ring… I would have gone with him."

Octavia felt her mouth drop in shock as she heard Stolas looking gaped at Stella as well.

"You really mean it? You would?" Stolas knowing how snobbish the swan princess has always been, since from kids, she always had the air of superiority above the others, just give up from everything to follow the imp of her life?

"It would be hard, but I think I would have managed well to be his waitress whenever he went. I think me commanding the stand whenever the others appear seemed like a second house to me." Stella gave a grin as she always imagined herself in the uniform where she always scoffed at the succubus and demons whores who works in food establishments and bars, always thinking that she would look hundreds of times better than the actual pleb who never knows to show the true beauty of the royalty.

Stolas by hearing that, couldn't help but chuckle at the words he just heard from the cruelest woman he ever met. And yet he fully believed with all his heart, that she indeed would have done a great job. As he took the time to finish his bowl of cereal and stare at Stella in amusement.

"Well, if you had become his wife instead of me, maybe we would have been friends." Stolas may have given himself a little too much hope, but he remembered that the imp who was the only one who could make Stella on her leashes, was enough to make her behave like an interesting demon.

Stella noticed the question, she burst into laughter which leads her to drop a few tears and almost lose her breath. Stolas may have been offended by her reaction, but from what he had suffered, her reaction sounded something purer.

"Fat chance. Hehe" Stella scoffed as she recovered her breath, but seeing the sincere look from the kind demon, she couldn't help but stare away and imagine the little boy toy owl she have met at the same lemonade stand… The good times she was with her beloved husband… "We wouldn't have become friends… But I could somewhat be more patient and respectful with you when you deserved… Especially if you paid the money to us. I could even give you therapy sections with 5 souls per advice."

From the words Stolas heard at that moment, it was his turn to laugh, but he gave his best to compose himself and not laugh at the abusive princess in front of him.

"Seriously? A therapy section from you? Okay, let me think… 5 souls per advice or 5 cups of lemonade per 5 souls? What a difficult decision." Stolas used his finger to tap calmly to his chin. He raised his eyebrow at her as he smugly looked at her. "I think you know the answer."

"Of course, you would choose the lemonade." Stella rolled her eyes unfazed by the sarcasm of her husband which she didn't even bother to complain about. "But you were always a wimp who would try to find advice, so of course, you would want to hear from me, so you would pay for both lemonade and to me, in the end, you would lose money anyway. And to add I wouldn't have beat you down, or spilled on your drink whenever you appeared. I could even tolerate your whinnies more than I'm doing every day."

"Tolerating? That's funny you saying that… but well, it's good enough for me. Actually, I think he has you in the leashes would make you actually be my friend." Stolas managed to look straight into her eye and gave another remark on who was the one wearing the pants on the relationship she had in the past.

"HAHAHAHA, don't push your luck, lemon eater." Stella chuckled which made Stolas raise his eyebrow and humored himself as well.

"Oh, now you are using old nicknames? Bitter Bitch Heart. Hahahahaha." Stolas laughed which made Stella roll her eyes and punch slightly at his shoulder. "Ouch, oh look at that, a punch which didn't leave bruises."

"Shut up. Why not you go to suck your imp and be happy with it?" Stella narrowed slightly yet she grinned with her acid tone of voice.

"Now, now. Stella, I know you may be envious, but I don't want him to get in contact with you. I don't want to traumatize him." Stolas calmly which made his 'lovely wife' scoff at him in disgust.

"Humph, you and your wimp nature, I don't know what you see on that imp, he is so low class, uncivilized and worst of all. He…"

"Doesn't like lemons. I know Stella, I know. But he is the first friend I have, and I'm proud to have him, whether you like it or not." Stolas interrupted Stella as she remained quiet from his statement… and not receiving a response from his interruption, both remained in silence for a minute.

"You went to him to check if he didn't create chaos by using the grimoire, does he know how to use it?" Stella asked which made Stolas think for a few seconds, in silence, contemplating an answer. Which made Stella scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Of course, he doesn't."

"He is being creative." Stolas defended with a shrug which made Stella looks at him unfazed. "I mean, for an imp, he learned really well how to go to the human world."

"And that's because of you Stolas, that we don't have nice things. Lemon Eater."

"Oh, grown-up Bitter Bitch Heart."

Both parents bickered themselves, while even cussing at each other, to Octavia, they actually seemed to be teasing each other like old friends… All because of a lemonade stand on the pride ring…

To the future heir of Goetia's family, she watched something that she always asked herself before, could her family ever smile? Could she even smile? After almost an entire year of hearing shouts and fights from both her parents. But watching a day like this made her question herself.

"Should I stay here and enjoy my parents for one day of peace and suffer another year of their fighting? Or should I try to find the lemonade stand and try to find her stepfather?" Octavia whispered to herself, and while she looked at her cellphone, and took a look at the reflection of the camera. She looked at herself… "I want both my parents to be happy… I want to be happy."

Octavia knew what to do.


Meanwhile, in a region of the pride ring, there was an imp wearing a robe while he passed part of his morning preparing breakfast. What usually would be simple pancakes for breakfast, Moxxie's cuisine was unique, since instead of fluffy pancakes, it was a bit smaller and thin. It seemed to be a fusion between pancakes and crepes.

Moxxie focused on the jar over the table, after fulfilling with lemon, ice tempered with a pinch of cinnamon and water. And he was using rasps of sugarcane mixed with sugar to sweeten the bitter drink.

"Just another spoon of sugar, aaaaaand Ideal'nyy (Perfect)." Moxxie said as he finished mixing the yellow liquid in the jar, the ice tingling mixing the little dust of brown surrounding the white powder inside of the yellow liquid, giving a sweet sound of a refreshed drinking in the morning. "The blinis are over the table, and my special lemonade is finally once again alive. The same way my dedushka loved it."

Moxxie contemplated once again the beautiful drink over his hands, giving himself a sweet nostalgia from the times of his childhood before leaving his pride ring and going to wrath.

"I wonder why I didn't make you after all these years," Moxxie asked at the jar of lemonade which seemed too cold and the sweet liquid of water failing through the extern glass made it so tempting to many demons to drink the fresh lemonade which he was so proud to make.

He contemplated the question and drove his mind away just a minute later Moxxie's heard the kitchen door opening, making him look at his beloved wife again.

"Millie, good morning." Moxxie with all the happiness of his heart, couldn't wish a better morning for his wife.

"Good mornin' honey. It's good to see yah in this mood now. Did yah sleep well?" Millie sweetly walked around the imp who was sitting and gave a sweet kiss on his lips. And then she felt the sweet aroma of food in the morning. "Oh, did yah make blinis? It's been a while since Ah had one. And… what is this?"

Millie who always had breakfast with her lover, suddenly found what would be the amber-colored liquid which made her look curious as it looked refreshing drink for the morning.

"Oh, well Millie, it's a lemonade I used to make a lot in my childhood, so I thought it would be a great idea to remember the good times while making one once again," Moxxie said as he carefully placed one glass for his wife, while he started eating his blinis.

"Aww, Moxxie that's so sweet of yah." Millie kissed the forehead of her husband as she took the plate of her lovely breakfast and started digging in while Moxxie appreciated as he drank calmly the sweet taste of his creation.

The nostalgia coming from the taste inside of his mouth, Moxxie remembered the day he and his grandfather passed their time together drinking and learning how to make lemonade together. With good stories of his own dedushka about the times he was a myth to his family.

Watching his wife not a second later emptying the plate, he looked at how the taste of his own drink made the time pass fast since he had his glass empty.

"Wow, I forgot how demons without being used would have a shock on the first time…OH SHIT. MILLIE." Moxxie realized the meaning of his words when and not a second later he found his wife drinking the entire glass in one gulp quickly. "DON'T DRINK TOO FAST."

Millie didn't even listen to her husband, since at the moment the flow of the flavors got inside of her mouth, the bitter taste, dancing with the sugar and cinnamon dust, into a huge dancing making not just her mind spin, but all her body has a huge reaction… Under her crotch, a liquid of pure love was leaked, and at the moment she took the last drop.

It took 5 seconds in one drink, and her entire body and mind went in shutdown.

Moxxie saw Millie get knocked over the table, which made him panic.

"Shit, she had a bitter and sugar crash simultaneously? She didn't even taste the first gulp, you fucking idiot Moxxie, you should have warned her to not drink too fast." Moxxie went into panic mode and carefully carried his wrath ring love machine wife in his arms, going over to the bedroom, to make his lovely wife have a good time resting on a comfortable bed.

Looking at how the effects of his own creation managed to knock down the strongest imp Moxxie ever imagined since he knows the strength within of his wife, and how mortal she can be the same way as lovable she is to him. He never thought that something like just one glass was enough to take down someone… But thinking about it, it wasn't the first time it happened.

Moxxie remembered the times when he and his most loyal clients always rolled their eyes when an adult sinner or imp went to them and took one cup of lemonade and after drinking two cups quickly, they got knocked out in the next second.

Moxxie was on a verge of regret doing his lemonade once again, but suddenly he felt his collar being held tight.

"Millie I'm hmmm?" Moxxie was ready to apologize when suddenly he felt his face being held forcefully to be kissed strongly by his own wife. Her surprising attack with her tongue wrestling, made Moxxie feel the huge love from his wife invading his own body. He welcomed her as both tongues wrestled incessantly which made both of them have a good lustful kiss together.

After a good minute of tongue battle, both of them needed to breathe, and both broke apart from each's mouth and took a good deep breath to relieve themselves.

"Millie." Moxxie was going to ask, but then he felt the index finger of his own wife touching his lips.

"Moxxie, honey, Ah want yah… Take the lemonade, ah want to drink over yah, ah want to be yours, ah want to taste all over yah, and ah want to do all positions…" Millie was so in trance and with lust inside of her, that Moxxie felt surprised by such a reaction. She then proceeded to go on his ear with a lustful whisper. "All fetiches yah have, ah want to try all…"

Moxxie never felt so excited in his entire life, and quickly went to their bedroom, and he placed his wife over their bed, who seemed to wink and call for his name, as he quickly went to the kitchen once again.

And over the table, Moxxie had ingredients for more than 3 jars, he was going to have a great day.


The pride ring has been always on ruck at 3 p.m, where many demons are busy going around and crashing in traffic, which mostly were just lazy imps who don't give a shit to the others. This was one reason why Moxxie was okay to walk around instead of having a car.

Even as he walked tiredly, Moxxie walked with a satisfied smile on his face, he never thought his day off would have been so much more rewarding than before. And how he still got the skills of making his recipe of lemonade which he was proud of as a little imp. Yet his skills remained up par as he remembered.

He still remembers the sweet kiss Millie has giving him, before asking him to bring more lemonade, and when he told her that they were out of ingredients, she smiled knowing that he would be at the grocery store just to bring more. And Moxxie kinda cursed himself because she knew him so well.

Moxxie took the time to not just bring a lot of his ingredients to make 10 jars of lemonade, but other stuff to help himself to have a romantic night with his love, especially lube, condoms, and even flowers. Aphrodisiacs, everything. And bleach… to clean up everything afterward.

Moxxie was ready, knowing that his wife would be waiting for him with her heart and body exposed and ready to be taken.

By carrying all the bags with him, Moxxie never felt so excited to go back home and enjoy the afternoon with Millie. And by walking alone with his own thoughts, Moxxie felt his body going into auto-pilot, conducting him into directions that he usually didn't take during the day. But something inside of him made him so distracted that he went in the opposite direction of where he lived, but not an unknown street he always walked before.

Moxxie just started to realize where he was, at the moment he saw glimpses of a park which he just remembered seeing usually when he was a little imp.

"Oh crumbs, I must have turned into the wrong street, but wow, the park didn't seem to change that much." Moxxie wondered aloud as he carried heavy bags with him, noticing some sinners starting at him, Moxxie quickly walked faster and ignored the stares of the other demons looking at him. "Usually, I used this street for my lemonade stand… Is there a chance it was still there?"

Moxxie asked himself, as he shrugged. He was already on a walk back to his home, passing a few minutes to see if his old stand was still there was a good reason for him.

By taking the same turns he usually did as a child, Moxxie suddenly could see it… the same wood lemonade stand, the same one he build two decades ago. How was still intact he doesn't fucking know.

By approaching the lemonade stand, Moxxie walked slowly, and with nostalgia in his own eyes, he couldn't help but touch the lemonade stand which was very much stable in front o him.

"Wow, I can't believe It passed 20 years already, such great memories. And the wood still seemed firm and bold like always." Moxxie checked the structure of the little lemon stand which seemed way bigger than he remembered as a kid.

With the groceries bag in his hands, Moxxie couldn't help but release the groceries and use both hands to feel the wood, as he could see his childhood once again.

*click*

A click sound was enough to make his eyes open sharp as he remembered very well what kind of sound was that and rolling to the left was enough to prevent such a disaster from happening in the next second.

*bang*

A shout came from far away and it was enough to pass almost the cheek of the imp who was still near the lemonade stand.

Moxxie could hear quick steps following a reload of an AX-50 being ready to shoot another bullet. Moxxie took the moment to calm himself and prepare… And by closing his eyes, he counted the number of steps that the sniper was walking toward him.

And suddenly Moxxie opened his eyes and took his signature pistol and pointed at the head of the western cowboy serpent imp who aimed his sniper directly at him. Both point weapons into each other.

"It seems we are into a Mexican standoff." The snipper sneered at the imp who seemed way short than him, but instead of being nervous, the imp narrowed his eyes at him.

"It seems so. I would like to know why you shot me?" Moxxie asked not even thinking about taking off his finger over the trigger, and from the look of the western viper demon in front of him, his question seemed to make him even more aggressive.

"You are stepping at my own propriety; I gave you a warning shot. Which would be on your forehead, but it looks like you know how to evade the bullet." The impatient demon made Moxxie's eyes go wide open and gave an understanding sound.

"Ohh, so this was the problem." Moxxie nodded his head, as he could see the reason why somebody would be willing to shoot a sniper at him. "It makes sense, I ask you forgiveness for passing by here. It's just this lemonade stand has given me so many memories and I wanted to pass over here just to enjoy the memories once again before leaving."

The demon narrowed his eyes and remained in silence, not even daring to move a muscle, but from the seriousness on his face, he seemed to not be trusting the words from him, and Moxxie understand perfectly why.

"Well, I better go back, if we both lower our weapons, I will go and we will forget that we have a gunfight like this." Moxxie didn't want to fight with someone after knowing that he was indeed the one who was wrong, even if the owner of the property was a jerk, it was for the best if both of them give up on fighting and just go away.

"Since when you knew about this lemonade stand?" The sniper asked coldly which made Moxxie raise his eyebrow at him, and look at him surprised.

Moxxie gave a look at the lemonade stand which was still with the written M&M lemonades, even if was dusty and the ink was old, he then glanced at the demon in front of him and gave a deep look, the tan jacket leather, the dusty red bandana, and an old Stetson hat.

"What kind of question is this? I was the one who build it." Moxxie said with all his honesty and the second later he felt the cold iron of an AX-50 on his face, and the demon in front of him looked in a moment of explosion.

"Don't lie to me. Only the owner of this lemonade stand was the one who build it, and he always appeared every morning to do lemonades." The sniper stared down at the imp who seemed to feel the sweat going to his back, but still pointing his pistol in the direction of the sniper.

"I'm telling the truth, I'm the one who build this, and I'm the one who made lemonade every morning. Especially to the one who always slept at the service side of this lemonade stand." Moxxie remembered that he had a witness, if S was there he would have explained that everything was just a misunderstanding. But at the moment he said those words, he could see the face of the demon freezing and looking at him in shock. "You seemed a bit too fascinated over this lemonade stand, but I don't quite remem…oh wait for a second… S?"

"Mox boss?" The viper hybrid assassin's eyes went wide open, as he saw the same imp who was staring at him since they were kids, his usual look wasn't far different from when he was a child, but the huge difference was the fact that his former boss doesn't wear any glasses at the moment.

"Holly shit S, it's really you. Wow, you got so tall, I can't believe you got this slander and sharp on the fights. When you told me you always stayed and protected the lemonade stand, I didn't imagine you took that so seriously." Moxxie tapped the back of the assassin, who seemed in shock with all the information given by the same imp who he tried to kill.

"It's really you Mox boss," S whispered, not realizing that what he was seeing was real, but after a second of recovering from the shock, he placed both his hands on the shoulders of his former boss. "Where have you been? These twenty years everyone was looking for you. And some were even despaired into trying to find you."

Moxxie noticed that the assassin was telling the truth, imagine that most of his former clients were indeed trying to find him, but he couldn't give the information on where he was…

"Well, it's a really long story, hey, why not we go to take a coffee a few streets away from here, and chat about what happened in our lives?" Moxxie suddenly felt the great idea of asking S into going to a coffee shop, since they could discuss what happened, and Moxxie kinda felt guilty about what must have happened to one of the demons who took care of the lemonade stand.

He was sure that S would have agreed with that…

"No."

Or maybe not.

"What? No?" Moxxie asked confused but at the next second, he could see the angry stare of the assassin who seemed very much annoyed about something, which made him take one step back.

"Not a fucking chance, you disappeared for twenty years… and the first thing you do to me after all these years was offered a coffee made by others?" S angrily walked near to Moxxie and with both his hands, he held Moxxie and rose him to the same level as their eyes. "Listen Moxxie, being my boss years ago or not… I want lemonade… I want jars full of lemonade."

Moxxie looked in shock at the assassin who was seriously craving one of the specialties created by the owner of the same lemonade stand, and Moxxie couldn't help but remember the look of the viper assassin who seemed exactly like the same kid who slept on the spot at the mornings.

"Really? Heheheh. It seems that you haven't changed at all S. Well, why don't you bring the water while I take the ingredients from my bags? I was coming back from the grocery store because I wanted to pass the rest of the day in a romance with my wife… But I think I can spare 2 or 3 jars of lemonade with you, for the sake of the good times." Moxxie smiled at seeing the sparkling eyes of the assassin, who grinned in response and released the owner of the stand. "But we got to be quick S, I can spare an hour over here, but I want to go home the sooner as possible."

"You got it Mox Boss…" The assassin was ready to walk to the house until he stopped mid-step… "Oh, and by the way Boss… Call me Striker, it's my real name, and I kinda regretted never telling you that."

"Oh, well, I never bothered at all, but the name fits you. It was nice to hear your real name Striker. Now go get the water. I don't forget to bring the jar as well, how you are going to drink lemonade without a jar?" Moxxie smiled as he saw the old protector of the lemonade stand leaving with a thumbs up from his right hand.


The preparations of the bedroom were complete, the bed in which their lust and passion will be developed in many ways. Millie felt her legs feeling like jelly, but she didn't mind, she always enjoyed that addicting feeling of trying new experiences with her husband. And after tasting for the first time the refreshing drink which seemed so addicting like sex, she wanted to explore new things which she didn't know she ever wanted before.

And now she was waiting for her husband for almost 40 minutes, which for her seemed so strange since the grocery store was almost 10 minutes away from their house. And from the time Moxxie should already have appeared or maybe warned her by calling if something was amiss.

Until she felt her hellphone vibrate and wonder quickly what happened. Which made her in relief since it was her thoughtful husband who gave a simple message.

Honey, I found an old friend of mine. I will be here for 1 hour or 2 at maximum, I will be back quickly, love you.

"Oh, well, Ah know that soon he will be there. Well, now Ah just need to shave me. And find that Kitty costume… and practice my purr." Millie grinned as she tried to walk, but her jelly legs made her fall with her face on the floor. "Darn it… Ah should firstly rest my legs first."

Moxxie smiled at the message sent to his wife being read by her, after the confirmation mark being marked, which made him feel secure on now he would be okay by passing the time with the assassin viper hybrid near to him, who was sitting in a chair made by wood.

And placing the ice over the jar as all the ingredients for a jar is over the table. Moxxie could say that all the happy memories from him working at the little lemonade stand were all over his mind, which made the young thespian smile happily from being in his comfort zone after so many years apart from it.

And with Striker staring calmly at him like the patience of a sniper, both knew that great things come from waiting.

"So you got one of those phones?" Striker asked which made Moxxie raise his eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, I and my wife Millie have one. Why? Don't you have one?" Moxxie asked which made the assassin shake his head.

"Nah partner, having one of these is like asking for someone to track me, and as an assassin, I must prepare myself to kill and not to be killed." Striker gave his reasoning as she saw Moxxie calmly prepare the jar of lemonade, adding the sugar cane and cinnamon.

"Oh? So you became an assassin? Well, I have to say it's interesting to see you in this career as well." Moxxie replied which made the sniper look at the thespian in surprise look, which made Moxxie point at himself. "I'm an assassin specialized in weapons. I'm working into an organization where sinners hire us to track down people who made them have grudges and blame them for being dead or being in hell."

"Really? So how that works? Do you guys go to the human world, just to kill the targets and then go back to hell?" Striker who never heard about such a thing now became curious about how the process worked.

"That's what it seems, and I got to confess that I was all fine to go there to kill the humans, but there was part of me that I never wanted to kill innocent victims, but I kinda fucked up on there, and usually my boss is a jerk. But nothing that I couldn't manage." Moxxie shrugged which made the sniper look at him weirdly.

"It's strange hearing that from you, usually you are the boss around, and you did it pretty fine over here." Striker never thought to see the imp in front of him being an employee for some fucker, since he always thought that his boss would have become the richest imp from entire hell, but from the look at him, it seems that it wasn't the case.

"Well, I got to say that sometimes I get disappointed on even working on there, the receptionist is a bitch and the boss is a jerk, but my wife Millie loves the work and I cannot leave her in danger alone. She is the love of my life and I wanted to be with her wherever she goes." Moxxie smiled at the memories of even the worst cases of working on the quest for revenge, Millie has been his rock and the one who always supported him. He could move a mountain for her, and she would do the same for him. And after finally finishing the lemonade, he pushed the jar in front of the assassin who seemed to grin at the glance of the yellow treasure. "The whole jar of lemonade Striker, do you want a cu… oh you are already drinking from the jar?"

Striker ignored his unamused question by simply gulping down the sweet and refreshing drink. And his body felt a sensation since it was like a memory trigger, after drinking, his body went into ecstasy and all the heat inside of his body was refreshed by such cold liquid, and his body felt comfortable from the sweet taste of the lemonade.

The memories of the body getting in conflict after so much sugar on his system, and the bitterness on his tongue and brain. It was like a sugar rush never once experienced before, and that feeling was really addicting to the assassin. It was like an overdrive of adrenaline and relief after having a great night of sex. All at once…

"Goddammit, that was what I was missing all these years." Striker said not a second before his entire body then felt so heavy and tired and suddenly his body went on lockdown mode and made his torso go up front to the balcony and hit like a sack of potatoes. "Shit, this felt so good."

Moxxie chuckled from the reaction of the same grown-up adult demon who did exactly as the little demon who protected the lemonade stand.

"Oh Striker, just you to do this stupid thing." Moxxie shook his head in amusement which made the demon raise his index finger while his head was laid over his arm.

"Don't blame me. I was without this stuff for 17 years; I don't care what you are going to do…"

"Double crash or nothing?"

"Hell yeah." Striker replied without any regret since he wanted to have everything, he ever wanted since a child. One great gulp of lemonade from his boss once again. And with an opportunity like that, who is going to blame him?

"Alright, I'm already preparing 2 more just in case you want more." Moxxie knowing how Striker have been during all their time as kids, Moxxie rolled his eyes while he took the jar and once again prepared the ingredients.

"Thanks, boss. You are the best." Murmured the viper assassin who couldn't find any strength in his body after such sugar shock over his system.


"Goddammit, I passed hours looking around Pride Ring, and until now I couldn't find any old wood lemonade stand." Around the streets of the pride, the ring was the future heir of the Goetia family, Octavia who walked around trying to be noticed. With her heavy metal on the headphones, she ignored the stares of fear and confusion from all the sinners and the imps around the area. Which made her feel her beak and tongue dry at being thirsty. "The worst part is it's so hot around here, and my water bottle is empty. Fuck, I should have just given up the idea and gone to have breakfast with my parents, at least I could have enjoyed this only one day I had in peace with them."

Lamenting herself, Octavia was almost tempted to try one of her father's spells, which made her teleport away if she wanted. But it was still being practiced by her and she doesn't know how it would turn out when she felt exhausted and hungry from all the walking.

However, as soon as she was almost thinking about actually trying the spell, she gave a glance at the corner, which made her eyes grow up from disbelief and surprise.

Seeing an old lemonade stand made of wood, and an imp who seemed to be preparing a lemonade, and a demon who just got up from laying down on the balcony.

"Wait for a second, is that what I think it is?" Octavia decided to turn off the music over her hellphone and approach calmly the lemonade stand… From what she heard from her mother telling her father, about an imp who was making lemonade into an old lemonade stand. And from all the walk she did around, it was without doubt…

Taking her hellphone with her… She was with a decision on her hands, knowing that if was a false alarm she would be ruining the day not just for her, but for her parents and the innocent demons who seemed to be drinking calmly and enjoying their talk…

And while she had a dilemma… the princess thought about it… the time she always wanted to be happy with her parents… she wanted to make both her father and mother happy… But their shouts were always ruined by the same conflict over and over again…

"Fuck it… I wanted all of us to be happy." Octavia tapped a few numbers over her hellphone and waited until someone took the call.

"Who are you to call me at this moment?" Octavia could hear clearly the annoying voice of nobody less than her own mother.

"Mom, it's me." Octavia sounded tired and too hungry to actually think about what she was going to do… But she wanted to end all her problems at that moment.

"Octavia, where the hell are you? Your father and I have been looking for you around the question for an hour." The angry voice once again could be heard, but on a day like that, it didn't sound like a shout, but more like an annoying complaint.

"Mom… I found him…" Octavia decided to not play any games… she was too tired to actually even care about the consequences… she wanted to this day never ends… Fucking away the consequences.

"…Found who?" Stella this time didn't sound annoyed, but could hear the hesitance in her voice, not knowing in one million years, to hear what she always wanted to her for so many years…

"Mom, I found the lemonade stand owner… I found my stepdad." Octavia this time sounded so serious, and this time she could hear something so strange, like an impact and crashing sound in the next second. "Mom?"

The silence was the only answer she received… for 2 whole minutes…

Until she heard a banshee, not in anger… but more in desperation.

"WHERE IS HEEEEEEEE?"

End of part 1…