While his numerous exes would make the claim that he was unable to properly satisfy them once he took them to bed, Blitzo knew for a fact that they were full of shit.

He had been able to more than keep up with the suck-you-slut that made a living getting people off with either her goatish mating call or her fish-smelling body.

And despite her constant screeching and bitching, he had always left the Goetia harpy with a smile on her face before he moved on to finish off the clingy bastard that was her husband. At least until she realized the downside of being a white-feathered avian.

However, his skills in the bedroom, or the office, or even in the car, did not just cover his ability to please whoever happened to be his sexual partner at that point in time.

He had also managed to build up the skill of judging who was worth a repeat performance, and who was worth kicking to the curb as soon as possible.

And Chaz unfortunately did NOT meet his expectations.

Yes his reason for accepting the sleazy bastard into his bed was because the lucky asshole had managed to bed both of his employees. Which meant that by sleeping with Chaz he could establish some sort of bond with them that would hopefully culminate in his long-fantasied threesome.

However long that would take.

But if he had known that the shark Demon was that terrible a lay, he would have slammed the door in his face.

There was no way someone who was that bad in bed could score the two hotties that were his employees. Especially since Chaz's staying power was little better than a backed-up virgin.

Which meant that the fucker had some sort of plan to try and get into the pants of those who knew just what a pathetic loser he was.

Luckily, his own skills at getting people off were infinitely better. Which meant that while Fin Boy was currently sleeping off what was perhaps the greatest night of his life, he would be sneaking around trying to figure out what was really going on.

For while Moxxie might have been the least courageous member of his team, at least when his family wasn't in danger, Blitzo knew that it took quite a lot to force his employee into submission.

Which meant that the only way to make things right again was to find out what the shark-faced asshole was promising Moxxie's mafioso daddy. And then figure out a way to prove that he could offer something better.

Cause afterall, he WAS an experienced assassin with access to the human world.

And that meant that his services were if properly utilized, far more valuable than just another brainless fucktard who thought mobsters were cool.

They were of course.

But the fact remained in order to be a successful one, you had to be a combination of smart, loyal, and either willingly throttle your conscience into muted silence on a regular by coming up with valid excuses to carry out such violent behavior, or view everyone around you as a tool that could be easily tossed aside when it no longer served a purpose.

And considering Chaz wasn't exactly the 'sharpest of tools', Blitzo had no doubt that he would find what he was looking for.

And the best place to start was that shit can he called a car.

…

While he was perhaps one of the most powerful mob bosses that resided in the Ring of Greed, at least amongst Imp kind, Crimson could never afford to grow complacent.

In the early days of his youth, he had to step over, and bury, a lot of bodies to get the opportunity to make something of himself.

And the body count had only grown larger in his efforts to not only claim the position he now enjoyed but also the efforts to ensure that no one could take it from him.

Of course there were some things he would have done differently if he had to do it all over again.

He didn't feel regret for his past mistakes.

Rather it was more an irritating reminder that he could have avoided several headaches if he had chosen different courses of action.

Chief among being his attitude towards being a 'family man'.

He had long since believed that it was a man's job to provide for his family and that it was a woman's job to ensure that everything in the home was the way he liked it. Whether it was the ability to cook his favorite foods, serving as an always available outlet for either his lust or temper, or raising his son to one day serve as a loyal solider in his organization.

But it had been long been obvious to him that this had been a mistake.

Yes his wife had come with a substantial dowry, and had managed to push out a son on her first try rather than failing him with a bunch of useless daughters.

But since she had supported Moxxie's less-than-manly behavior, actively standing in his way when he tried to correct it, plus the fact that she had the audacity to show disgust whenever he tried to have his way with her, it was obvious that he should have dumped the dame as soon as she gave him what he wanted.

But since hadn't, he would have to live with the consequences.

At least temporarily since all of Chaz's wealth would go to Moxxie when something happened to him.

Which was perhaps the only reason why he would be able to get through the weddi..

"Umm dad. You got a sec? I gotta talk to you."

Frowning in annoyance at having his train of thought interrupted, Crimson nevertheless managed to fight down his impulse to snap at his only child and offer what was, for him, a friendly greeting.

"Morning Moxx. And sure, but make it quick. As the father of the 'bride', I do have certain things to do before the ceremony of course."

Allowing a slight sneer to spread across his features as he said this, for even if this scheme was for his benefit it was still insulting to have a son play the part of a role that was supposed to go to a dame, the older Imp found his expression morphing into one of increasing irritation as Moxxie tried to talk about his upcoming wedding.

"About the ceremony sir, its just that.."

"Should be happening on a day that actually means something to you? Like your birthday or something? Honestly Moxxie, if I was able to wait another two weeks, don't you think I would have done so already."

"Ac…actually sir my birthday isn't for another three mon.."

"And even if I did want to wait, who's to say that your groom-to-be would still be alive huh? Don't know if you've noticed, but that fish-faced moron tends to run his mouth. And you know how I feel about people running their mouths. Don't you?"

Shooting Moxxie a glare to indicate that the conversation was at an end, Crimson felt his frown deepen as his usually spineless offspring revealed that he had somehow managed to form a backbone during the past few years.

"I…I really don't care. As I said last night, I already have a family. I have a wife who loves me just as much as I love her, and I have a son whose relationship with me is far stronger than the one I ever had with you. So I'm sorry dad, but find someone else to pull off this scheme."

For a moment, only silence filled the room as the mob boss stared at his openly defiant child. Whose expression surprisingly didn't waver as he waited for the older Imp to carry out his previously delivered threat.

However to his surprise, Crimson actually managed to sound calm as he gave his reply.

Calm, but no less threatening.

"Is that so? Well I'm sorry to hear that Moxxie. I had hoped that the years I spent raising you would have countered whatever foolish notions you might have developed while neglecting your responsibilities to THIS family. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Your mother was a disloyal bitch who was only good for one thing, and she even managed to screw that up by passing her weakness on to you."

Enjoying the look of horrified shock that was currently on his son's face, the Older Imp snapped his fingers, and was pleased to see that his men were able to move as quickly as they did.

For while Moxxie had proven to be a massive disappointment, he was still a trained killer.

Which meant that the only way to take him down was to catch him off guard.

Which in this case meant being jumped on by three of his minions and injected with something to knock him out.

However, before unconscious claimed the pathetic fruit of his loins, Crimson couldn't help but make one final comment to express his feelings on his son's disobedience.

"I told you Moxxie. Talking back to me is never a good idea. But don't you worry. After the wedding, I'll hold off on my plans to have a funeral for your 'family'. If only because that wife and kid of yours can be put to good use."

Chuckling at the pleading, but nevertheless hateful expression of his currently only child, the Imp motioned for his goons to get ready.

Cause the sooner his kid got married, the sooner he could get his hands on his son-in-law's money.

And at the end of the day, all that mattered was the power that one could get from having a boat load of money.

…..

While she possessed far more tolerance for her employer's antics than either her son or husband, Millie was nevertheless in no mood to put up with Blitzo's shenanigans this morning.

Part of it was because she always got a little irritable when her Moxxie was separated from her during the night.

But mostly because sharing a roof with the sharp-toothed fuck stain that was her ex made her want to wrack up a body count that even her folks would consider to be excessive.

It was a good thing that she had her son to calm her down somewhat.

For if he hadn't been, the stress of Moxxie's disappearance, combined with the memory of what she heard coming from Blitzo's room, would have resulted in her painting the walls red until she found her foolish employer.

Luckily for her already frayed nerves, tracking down one of their targets proved to be easier than expected.

Though that didn't do anything to lessen her anger once Blitzo was freed from the trunk that clearly belonged to her asshole of an ex.

"Oh what the fuck took you guys so long?! You have any idea how long I've been trapped in that pile of rush and shame? Hours! I like being tied up as much as the next Imp. But ONLY if the sex was amazing. And Chaz's lil peashooter did not satisfy me at all."

Grinding her teeth at the reminder that Chaz had managed to sleep con one of the people she cared about into giving him a chance in the bedroom, though she doubted that Blitzo put up much of a fight in that regard, Millie wasted no time in getting to the crux of the matter.

"Where. Is. Moxxie?"

Sadly however, while her boss proved willing to answer her question, he wasn't exactly in the mood to keep it short and sweet.

"Oh he's probably with that fish face fuck. Seriously Mills, I'm disappointed in you. I mean, I could see it if he had twice the staying power, and three times the thickness of Moxxie's baby dong. But the guy can barely be called a two-pump chump, and his dick looks like someone stretched out a party balloon and then shrunk it in the wash. And don't even get me started on the sm…GRKKK!"

Though Blitzo's words had caused her to see red, Millie was still able to slightly restrain herself as she punched her employer in his throat.

Not bothering to wait for her fellow Imp to regain some of his dignity, not that he had much in the first place, Millie turned towards her son with a look that he instantly understood.

If they were going to get out of here with Moxxie, they would have to fight their way out.

And there was no better way to make that happen than by having her son by her side as she slaughtered everybody that stood in her way.

….

Despite the fact that this wasn't the first time Harry had seen his mother turn into an unstoppable whirlwind of rage and carnage, it was perhaps the first time he had ever seen her do it at a wedding.

Yes the sight of his dad being forced to marry a sleazy asshole had also caused him to see red.

But whereas he was only incredibly pissed to see his dad being treated as a hostage, his mom was downright feral.

Honesty if he was in a more generous frame of mind, he would have felt sorry for the army of mooks that were trying to fulfill Crimson's commands.

But since he wasn't, he could only grin as he heard the cracks that could only come from necks being snapped. The shrieking gurgles that came from throats being gouged open. And the grunts of surprise that could only come from someone whose brain hadn't quite realized that they had been killed.

Sadly however, his own methods of dealing with his so-called grandfather's minions were not quite as lethal as the murderous whirlwind that was his mother.

If only because he was prioritizing practicality over lethality.

He had no hesitation in driving his dagger into an asshole's throat, or emptying half a magazine into the unprotected belly of overzealous goon.

But since he saw no problem in killing an opponent when a kill shot was more difficult to achieve, there was more than one body behind him that could potentially survive the ongoing wedding massacre.

Albeit with a reduced number of limbs, or the inability to see.

However, since his 'grandfather' had proven to be the type that believed that one could solve a problem by merely throwing wave after wave of disposable bodies at it, the gun and dagger-wielding preteen nevertheless held onto the hope that he could somehow equal his mother's body county.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUSE GUYS?! IT'S JUST A DAME AND HER BR…FUCCCKKK!"

Grinning as Crimson's anguished yell confirmed that his aim had been true, Harry felt his face slightly redden in embarrassment as his mother both praised and chastised him for his inability to mess with his so called grandfather.

"Sweeties, I'm real proud of your aiming skills, Satan knows that I sometimes have trouble hitting a target that small when I can't fully concentrate. But if you're going to waste a bullet in a battle royale please do it when aiming for a target's vital point."

Nodding his head to show that he would obey his mother's wishes, Harry quickly felt the very real urge to forget about them as the shark faced idiot, who had previously been hiding behind one of the more fleshed out mobster minions, decided to put an end to the continuing blood bath in a manner that caused his more 'feral' tendencies to appear.

"Now guys, why don't we all just stop this fighting? I mean, I totally get why your upset Mils. The idea of having your former lover getting married with the smooth player that is the Chazz Master would be enough to make any lady start seeing red. But not to worry baby cakes. The Chazz man has more than enough room in his heart, and in his bed to welcome someone who can get my juices flowing like you once did. And maybe when your kid's old enough for his parts to work, we can all have some family friendly fun if you know what I me….GAARGHH GGGRKKK!"

He didn't really use his 'force' abilities anymore since he was a certified killing machine without them. Plus the fact that Stolas had told him that they would drain his magical reserves quicker than if he had simply used the 'tools of his heritage'.

But there were times when the situation called for a 'Darth Vader' trick.

Even if the image of the asshole prying at his constricted throat was somewhat ruined by the fact that Chaz now only had one useable hand to try and release the invisible fingers that were around his neck.

A shame that his mom hadn't been able to completely sever the now nearly useless limb. But considering that such a wound had been caused by a spinning dagger instead of an ax, Harry was nonetheless impressed by the strength of his mom's throw.

And the fact that their unified display of badassery had finally caused the surviving mooks to back off as she marched to her father-in-law.

Whose expression was understandably murderous as he proceeded to use a handkerchief to prevent further blood loss from the hand that was now currently missing its middle finger.

"I'm only gonna say this once. Moxxie is my piece of ass. If I ever see you trying to get him back, or approach my son in any way, I'm gonna make what me and my boy did here today look like a little rain compared to the shit storm I will rain down on you if you don't back the fuck off."

For a moment Crimson said nothing as he glared at his equally serious daughter in law. But that moment was quickly over as he wordlessly gestured for her to take his still restrained son.

Releasing his magical choke hold of the now sadly still conscious Shark demon, and happy that they had managed to rescue his dad, Harry's pleased expression morphed into a shit eating grin as Blitzo, who had managed to avoid getting involved in the battle to save his employee, shouted something that caused the mobster to turn a chilling glare onto Chaz.

"Oh and for the record, your plan to mooch off of that fish-faced fuck was never gonna work. The guy's more desperate for cash than a cocaine addict at one of Belphegor's 'Blow' blow out sales. So…good luck with that."

…..

In all honesty, she wasn't sure which was funnier.

The fact that Fatty had yet to change out of the outfit that loudly confirmed that he would never wear the pants in his relationship.

Or the fact that Harry was currently wearing an expression that could only be called sulky as Blitzo compared his ability to leave a trail of bodies in his wake to his mother's.

"Sad to say it kid, but if your performance at your dad's wedding is gonna be a regular thing you're gonna need some refresher courses. I mean don't get me wrong, you were still more valuable to the mission's success than you dad. But your gonna need to up your game to your mom's level if you don't wanna be regulated to the shit jobs I always make your dad do."

This of course was the wrong thing to say.

Even if the parent who spoke up in Harry's defence wasn't the one who regularly went around carrying a dagger between their teeth.

"And may I point out that unlike you SIR, both my wife and son were actively trying to save me from my da…I mean Crimson's scheme. So if anyone should be criticized for their performance it should be you."

Seeing the matching nods of agreement from both Harry and Millie, Blitzo reacted as he always did when it was obvious that no one was in his corner.

He ignored it by trying to pin the blame back onto Moxxie.

"Well maybe if you had been more upfront about what a controlling asshole your father was, I might have been more prepared to offer my help. And just to be clear, the only reason why you're not legally obligated to be pegged by that limped dicked fish face is because I had the common sense to go snooping around after the shit-assed lay I got from your ex. So if anything, you should be thanking me for inspiring your family to save your sorry ass."

Though she wasn't surprised at the sight of her adoptive father crossing a line that he knew was a bad idea to cross, she was surprised by the amount of venom that was easily detected in Millie's voice as she glared at her employer.

"If you know what is good for you Blitz, you will NEVER mention that….guy again."

"Which one? Your mob boss father-in-law, or the guy Blitzo thought was the key to have a threesome with you both?"

Though she smirked at the mixed looks of disgust and disapproval that were currently being directed at her, Loona had to admit that maybe she had gone too far.

"Loona, your one of my best friends. But please, PLEASE, don't talk about my parents and Blitz doing….that! I already have issues, I really REALLY don't need anymore."

Nodding in agreement as she proceeded to mess up her friend's hair in, an act which predictably earned an annoyed, if good natured huff from the short preteen, Loona could only roll her eyes as Moxxie and Millie proceeded to 'reassure' their son.

"Oh sweetie there's nothing wrong with you. And there's nothing wrong with your parents wishing to experiment a little with their love lives."

"She's right son. Its always good to try something new in order to keep the relationship strong. Though having….relations with our employer is something I will never do."

"Never say never Moxx. I mean, if I can convince Stolas's stuck up ex wife to get me him in the sack, I can probably convince you. And since we now all know that you have no issue 'playing' for both teams, I see no reason why me and you, or me and Millie can start making a sandwich. If you know what I'm saying?"

Wisely deciding to keep out of this conversation, if only because she shared Harry's aversion to hearing the potential details on how a threesome between the three Imps would work, the gray furred Hellhound motioned for her Draconic friend to follow her lead.

It wasn't professional, but internet surfing never failed to take one's mind off of their immediate surroundings.

…..

Despite the fact that he had already been forced to spend a not-so-insignificant portion of his assets in order to rebuild the lower to mid-levels of his organization, Crimson nevertheless had no hesitation in spending a little bit more to make an example of the moron that had tried to deceive him.

"Cri…Crimson please! I swear I didn't mean anything by it. If..if you give me some time I'll make it up to you. I..I promise."

Glaring at the heavily bruised figure as he lit up a cigar, the fedora-wearing Imp merely responded to Chaz's begging by blowing a cloud of smock into his face before gesturing towards one of his goons to begin the execution.

Usually, when someone dared to cross him, he would take the offender on a little boat trip and toss them into the lake with something heavy to drag them down.

But since he had wasted both time and resources trying to get the worthless fruit of his loins back into the family business, for a reward that didn't even exist, Crimson rationalized that he needed to make a more brutal example to ensure that nobody ever pulled a similar stunt on him again.

And thanks to his base of operations being in the industrial waste dump that was the Circle of Greed, he had access to the sorts of chemicals that would make anyone beg to be taken on a little boat ride.

The smell of melting flesh was disgusting, and Chaz's agonized screams were both shrill and highly irritating.

However, if he was to restore his reputation to what it had been before a dame and her pint-sized brat had wiped out nearly 80% of his goons, he would have to make the one responsible for their presence suffer.

At least until he felt secure enough in order to make a move against them.

For it was bad enough to have a kid who was both gay AND disloyal to the family. But it was worse to endure the humiliation of being defeated by a woman and kid whose viciousness was greater than that of his own flesh and blood.

But until his organization was restored to its former glory, he would begin with the fish-faced schmuck that was currently being slowly dipped into a tank of acid as punishment for lying about the amount of cash he would be bringing into the family.

Despite the expense, Crimson considered maintaining this method as a regular means to dispose of those who crossed him.

For it was painful, left little mess, and if done properly ensured that he had a nice set of teeth for his wall.

And there was no such thing as having too many reminders of what happened to those that crossed him.

…

ANNNND that's the crimson arc finally done.

I apologize if my depiction of Crimson is upsetting, but since he's one of the more…distasteful characters on the show….plus the fact that he has that whole stereotypical mafia thing going on, I believe that the only way to write him was as a complete monster/sexist scumbag.

I apologize for the wait, had a lot of stuff going on in my life that I needed to focus on, plus trying new hobbies that I always wanted to, so progress has been slow. Which in turn has allowed for 3 episodes to be released since last chapter, and will find some way to incorporate them.

But for now…its time to get started for the second year.

Hopefully it wont take me too long.

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Plz review. No flames.

Til next time.