The next day in Hell, Lincoln was sitting besides Loona on a park bench while looking at the red sky. Without admitting it, Loona was happy to have Lincoln by her side (as usual), for she was still growing fond of the kid (without admitting it). She knew that Lincoln's parents would want her to keep a close eye on their one and only son while he is down here in Hell with her, though she was annoyed with how Lynn Sr and Rita keep telling her that since she knows to keep the kid in safe hands... or paws.

A weird-looking bird flew overhead Lincoln and Loona, and this bird looked very unusual. For it was the color of charcoal and it had three eyes, and it's wings were skinless and they were just bones.

Lincoln looked a little weirded out, and gently clung himself to Loona for some comfort and possibly protection from her since she is basically her protector. Loona didn't look very amused and gave him a mild glare. While panting heavily, Lincoln looked up at Loona, still not looking very amused at how he was clinging to her like a clingy puppy. The female hellhound cleared her throat and asked: "Do you mind letting go of me, Linc?"

"Sorry." Lincoln immediately let her loose and scooted away from her. "I just never seen a bird like that before."

"I get it." Loona sang. "That bird is a black bone bird. One of the most common rats with wings you will see down here in the Pride Ring."

"And they don't eat humans, right?"

"Pfft, come on, kiddo. If it wanted to eat you, it would just rip your eyes out with its sharp beak and rip the flesh from your bones and flew right into your brain and peck it until it kills you."

The kid looked frightened at hearing this kind of morbid talk, but again, he is used to hearing morbid shit since he lives with a Goth girl named Lucy in his own house. "Good to know." he said. "So, do you still hate Blitzo?"

"Oh fuck yeah. Of course I hate him so much. Why couldn't I have been adopted by a cool hellhound dad?"

"Right. Anyway, Tex is a pretty cool guy."

"You can say that again." said Loona. "I'm lucky to have a friend like him." she blushed

"You love him?" asked Lincoln

"What? No! I don't love him." Loona sounded defensive. "Besides, he already has a girlfriend, and... i'm not really in the same league as her."

Lincoln frowned. "What do you mean?"

The female hellhound gave a small sigh. "Nothing. But i can say this, Lincoln: she is the best girlfriend any boy can ever ask for."

"She is?"

"Trust me. When you meet her, you will completely understand what I mean."

"I'll.. take your word for it, then." Said the white-haired boy. It was silent again for a brief moment, then Lincoln looked at Loona's phone as she was texting away. "I see that that's important to you so much."

"Hmm? Oh, my phone, yeah. I cannot possibly fucking live without it. If I did lose it, I'd go fucking crazy."

"I'm not sure if I wanna see you going crazy."

The female hellhound got a little offended. "What the fuck does that mean?" She's sounded angry now.

Lincoln cowered and had a look on his face that showed he was scared shitless.

Taking in a small breath, Loona kept her composure, and said: "sorry."

"It's ok." Suddenly, Lincoln felt his mouth being held by a large hand and his body being wrapped by some long arm. He was gasping for breath, but this brute was too strong for him to break free.

Loona looked after a minute of looking on her phone, she gasped and said: "hey! Let him go you motherfucker!" She growled and was about to charge at him. Before she could touch the brute, she felt the back of her head hit so hard, that it made her unconscious from the impact.

This brute revealed to be a tall and thin shark-like demon with a green color on his skin and a mafia kind of attire with a blue business shirt and pants that were black with red lines going down.

Lincoln tried to break free so hard, but this guy was too strong. "Sssshhh, relax," said the mafia demon in a Brooklyn accent. "Just relax and go to sleep."

Lincoln's struggling began fading away as he was smothered enough to be unconscious. The shark demon carried the boy on his shoulder and called someone.

"Hey boss, I got the kid for ya." Said the demon

"Excellent work, Alessio! I knew I can count on ya. Bring the kid in to my place so I can have a chat with him when he wakes up."

"You got it, boss." Said Alessio. The mobster just left Loona laying on the ground while he carried Lincoln away into God knows where. Poor Loona was unconscious for about almost an hour, but she managed to wake back up and realized Lincoln was gone.

"Lincoln?" She said. "Lincoln!" Then Loona remembered that he was smothered by a gangster shark demon. "Oh shit, shit, shit! Jesus Christ on a pike!" The female hellhound began to panic. "What the fuck am I going to do?!" She tan all the way back to IMP to tell Blitzo and the others what just happened.

In the Greed Ring

Lincoln slowly woke up and found himself tied to a chair and his mouth gagged by a bandana. He looked around and noticed that he was in a rather green living room with a fireplace of green flames.

The kid couldn't talk, thanks to this infernal bandana preventing him. Squirming and trying to figure out a way to break free and get Loona, he heard footsteps as he was squirming over and over again.

"What the fuck is going-?!" Said the voice of the fucker that smothered him before. "Oh." His voice began to sound more flat when he saw the boy conscious again. "Just you. You're awake. Boss! The kid is up!"

"Excellent, Alessio. I'll be right there!" Called a voice that sounded like Moxxie.

An imp came in the room and he almost looked like Moxxie, except he had a scar over his face, and his hair and horns were longer. Poor Lincoln didn't know what to think.

"Did ya sleep well, runt?" Asked the imp. "Oh, that's right, I have this over ya." He pulled off the duct tape from Lincoln and threw it away.

"Ok, who are you and-" Lincoln paused. "Yeow!!!" He exclaimed just feeling the hairs above his lips pulled off.

"Oh walk it off, kid." Said the imp. "And as for my name: I am Crimson. The mob boss of the Greed Ring."

"Wait, you... you look like-"

"Moxxie? Yep. He is my son."

Lincoln looked surprised. "What... do you want from me?"

"Relax, kid. Your name is Leon, right?"

"Lincoln." The kid corrected him.

"Lincoln, right, sorry. So my demands are simple. I want revenge on that stupid, no-good son of mine for ruining the planned wedding day I had for him and Chaz."

"Chaz?"

"Long story." Crimson rolled his eyes. "Anyway, my shitty son needs to die in the most painful way."

"But... but he's your son." Lincoln sounded surprised to hear how much hatred he had for Moxxie

"Well I could give a flying fuck what he is!" Said Crimson rudely. "He is weak and spineless and can't even lift a fucking butterfly."

The kid was silent as Crimson was ranting and raving about his boy.

Getting his composure back, Crimson let out a sigh and blew out his cigar. "But anyway, I wanna deal away with him."

"I don't even know you." Lincoln pointed. "I didn't do anything wrong. Did I do something to make you and your mob mad at me?"

"Nah, if you did, you would know." Crimson pulled out a Bowie knife and gently got the blade close to Lincoln's right side of his neck. Good thing Crimson wasn't going to slit his throat (as long as the kid behaves). "And it would hurt quite a lot." Crimson added before getting the knife away from Lincoln's neck. "So anyway, I notice that you are very good friends with Mox, and I figured I-"

"Use me as his bait." Lincoln realized.

"You catch on fast, kiddo." Said Crimson, looking amused. "Curious, how did you catch on?"

"I watch many spy and superhero movies. The oldest trick in the book." Lincoln rolled his eyes.

"It's a classic, you little shit!" Said Crimson in an offended voice. "Anyway, I am sure that you will make a good amount of money for those imp cocksuckers and that stupid hick broad he is married to."

"Millie is a good person, you jerkwad!" Lincoln felt his face being slapped by Moxxie's dad, making him fall to the floor.

"I wouldn't say those kind of names to me if I were you." Crimson's eyes narrowed menacingly. "Do you know what happens to people who cross me or piss me off?"

Lincoln made a gulp. "I can probably guess what you will do. Probably kill me."

"That? And, come with me. I wanna show you something."

Getting back on his feet, Lincoln walked with Crimson, and his fate was sore from the slap he jsit received. Alessio was following behind the to? And when he got to the dining room of this horrible place, his heart sank to his feet to see trophies of people and enemies Crimson and his followers have killed possibly over the years.

"See this one, Lincoln?" Crimson was pointing. It was a trophy of shark-like teeth with words imprinted Chazwick Thurman on the plaque. Lincoln had seen this kind of display before like with sharks since they technically had no bones. Only cartilage for their bodies.

"Chadwick Thurman?" Lincoln read out loud. "What about him?"

"His story is a long one that we'ed be here for days." Was all Crimson can say. "But to shorten out for you? Chaz is the most recent... addition to my collection here."

Lincoln made a gulp, realizing what this evil imp was capable of. "Please don't kill me!" He begged. "I have a family and I'll do anything! Just don't kill me!"

"Calm down, calm down." Moxxie's father smirked. "I know you will do anything. I always know how to break one's spirit."

"What do you want me to do?"

"a very simple task, Lincoln." The imp had his fingers touching one another. "Call my son, and have him come here, and... you know the rest."

"And if I don't, then... you'll just kill me, right?"

"Bingo!" Said Crimson. "And I always wanted a human or a piece of a human mounted on my wall... or a church of a human as a trophy."

Poor Lincoln did not want to have his friend be put in great danger, but his life was on the line, so... whatever choice did he have?"