Authors Note: Well, I wanted to make a few chapters to make a publishment of my newest fanfic of Helluva Boss, since Moxxie is my favorite character, I wanted to make sure to show the newest fanfics I created about him. So I hope you guys enjoy this lovable fanfic. XD

LET'S BEGIN.

I don't have words to describe the feelings I'm experiencing right now. Since last week, I felt that coming to the Greed Ring was a terrible idea. As the princess and heir of the Pride Ring, it was my responsibility to maintain connections with other nobles from different departments all over the place. However, among all the nobles, I had the responsibility of maintaining my relationship with my boyfriend, Seviathan.

Although our relationship started off well and passionate, over time I could see how manipulative and greedy he was, controlling me in his presence. And every time, I wished I could do something and that he could change and become a better person...

My naivety has just been shattered tonight, with words that crossed the line. There's nothing he can say to me that I can forgive him...

On a cold night, I wandered through the streets of Greed, my makeup ruined by the tears I let fall on my face... everything... I tried everything for him, and his acidic words still had the power to break my heart, leaving it shattered with no choice but to slap him and ask him to forget about me. I threw some money on the table and ran out of the restaurant.

The serene night, combined with the cold shade of green, under a moonlit sky with red stars, was able to showcase the beauty of the most terrible place in Hell. Although filled with Greed, each Ring has its hidden beauty. The cold breeze ran down my spine, and my face couldn't contain my tears any longer. It was truly a breakup I never imagined in my life.

All I could do was wait to return to the hotel, sleep, and wake up to go back home. And wait until I have the strength to go out again. The strength that I feel on that moment I don't have anymore. The pain in my chest, like the lack of air in my lungs, my desire to scream and unleash fire through me. Nothing else could leave my mind, the regret of having known him.

I just wished he would understand that he could be a better person, that he didn't need to be jealous of me, that he didn't need to treat me like a possession, like an object. I could believe his words. Yes, I believed in him so much, and yet, empty words were never truly heard by my ears. And all I have for him and myself is disgust and disgust.

I wish for just one sign, something that could change my life...

And as I walked on this cold night, I didn't know how slowly I was walking, but I could see a small imp stumbling slowly across the empty streets of Greed. My eyes widened as I realized it was a truly small imp, not in terms of size, but... a child... wearing an old rag over their shoulders. Their tiny hair and horns were bigger than their small face, and what scared me the most were the bruises on their face. Their eyes were so big, expressing nothing but fear, exhaustion, and pain... What the hell happened to this little being? And as they walked, they startled me when they stumbled on the pavement. Horrified, I immediately rushed to check on the little imp.

Their face was pale, with white freckles on their red face, while their eyes were like the window to a beauty I had never seen before in my life, the innocence of a creature born to be kind, born to be gentle, just like them... Why is such a beautiful child wandering these streets? Where are their parents?

Looking at their clothes, they had the most beautiful outfit I had ever seen, a navy-blue suit with a bow tie, but their clothes were wrinkled, and when I saw their wrist and neck, there was a bruise, a purple mark. My breath turned cold, and tears once again streamed down my face... Why? Why are there such cruel creatures who would hurt someone so small like them? They're just a child. Who was the damn monster that caused so much pain to this little one?

In my arms, I could see that he was very cold, and by the look of his face, he was hungry. I needed to do something. I couldn't bear to see him like this, a child all alone. So, with my hand on my face, I wiped away my makeup and tears, and I picked him up and placed him on my shoulders.

"Don't worry, little one. I'm taking you to a safe place." The words struggled to come out of my mouth, and my mind didn't want to remember the breakup I had just minutes ago. Yes, I'm feeling terrible, but my sense of urgency is screaming louder than the thoughts in my head. This child won't die, not while he's in my arms.

I put the child on my shoulders and quickened my pace until I recognized the hotel where I had checked in.

I hurried, and I don't remember if anyone saw me as I entered, but one thing I know is that I could choose between waiting for the elevator or taking the stairs up to my room. I didn't think twice... my feet hurt as I ran up 12 flights of stairs to reach my room.

Upon entering, I locked the door while I turned on the bathtub faucet, setting the temperature warm enough to take the coldness out of this little imp's body. And to my horror, the bruises all over his body made me bite my lip as I took the utmost care when touching his little form.

And he slowly blinked as he looked at me with confusion.

"What?" His voice was weak, soft, gentle, that of a child. "Who are you?"

"My name is Charlie, don't worry, I'm preparing a bath for you. You're freezing, you need to take care of your little body. And it seems like you haven't eaten in days." I was so worried about him, I couldn't leave him like this. I immediately placed him carefully in the bathtub, and the screams of pain could be heard as he constantly moved, trying to calm himself. "Relax, relax, I need to clean your wounds, and you have to stay there to warm up."

"It burns." The little imp said as his body recoiled in pain. I couldn't let him suffer any longer, so I looked at him with sympathy and kindness.

"I know it must hurt, but you have to endure it. I'm here, and I won't hurt you." I calmly responded, but these words caused him to recoil even more.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll be a good child. Please don't hit me or make me disappear." His panic sent my entire body into shock, as my heart couldn't bear such words. Who? Who did this to him? It could have been... a toxic upbringing. I never imagined that there were such wicked people.

"Was it your father who did this to you?" My response was immediate as I could see in his eyes the pure terror and trauma that wretched person had inflicted on the poor creature.

"PLEASE, DON'T HAND ME OVER TO HIM." The child desperately struggled as I looked at him in horror.

"Oh, oh, oh, calm down, please calm down. I don't know who your father is, but I won't hand you over to anyone." I tried to calm the child, and every second seemed to drag on for eternity simply because I tried to put him in the bathtub for cleansing, and he felt as if the entire hell wanted to kill him, and it shattered me completely. "Please, I beg you, calm down."

I maintained eye contact and could see my reflection through his eyes. I could see how frighteningly ugly I looked, I was not in a condition to comfort a child.

And somehow, it worked, as I could see the panic draining away from him, possibly due to the exhaustion and hunger he had endured. His eyes were heavy, but I remained calm and gently embraced him, as he desperately needed a hug. His little arms wrapped around my chest, and it was enough to hear him sobbing, but his breathing became slower and more controlled.

I looked at him, and he finally calmed down in the bathtub. The temperature was pleasant, and he seemed less uncomfortable now.

"Can you tell me your name, little boy?" I asked as I calmly looked at him and maintained a smile that wanted to disarm all the distrust, worry, and fear he had. I needed to create a comfortable place for him to relax. My mind was chaotic, but I didn't want to see this child in a state of panic.

The little imp looked at me, then timidly glanced to the side.

"Moxxie," he replied, which made me feel warm inside, comforted. My face couldn't contain the smile, small progress, but it was important. Now I know his name.

"It's nice to meet you, Moxxie. Can you tell me how old you are?" I had asked, as I could feel him gradually becoming comfortable in my hands, and although my fatigue was still evident on my face, I couldn't contain my smile as this little child seemed quite at ease in the bathtub where I had placed him.

"Hmm... I have this." The little imp raised his fingers, three fingers on one hand and the index finger on the other, making a total of four.

"Wow, 4 years old? You're very clever," I commented, but he still seemed shy, and when I simply praised him, his reaction was to withdraw, leaving me concerned.

"Ah..." It was the only word he uttered, and he didn't say anything more... It was a terrible way to end my question. And seeing how uncomfortable he appeared, I didn't know what else to ask him.

I took the soap and began to clean the dirt from his body, while he still seemed hesitant.

Vigilant every second, I maintained composure and didn't let him go because a bathtub of that size could be dangerous for his small stature. It was truly an experience I had never had in all my years. And although my effort and stress were accumulating as I tried to clean this child, I felt a sense of satisfaction when I used my shampoo to wash his grayish hair, which, to my surprise, turned quite white after removing all the dust.

The water was very dirty after removing all that grime, and to my satisfaction, Moxxie was finally clean. Although his clothes were cute and pretty, I couldn't let this little imp wear the same clothes he had on.

So I took a robe from the hotel room and covered him, and I couldn't help but let out a giggle after seeing the cuteness of a little child wearing oversized clothes that covered almost his entire body. He could use the robe as a ghost costume for Halloween.

"There you go, now that you've had your bath, please behave while I go and take a bath too. However..." Although my desire was also to take a bath at that moment, there was something else I wanted to do before preparing a bath for myself as well.

"Um... good evening, this is Princess Charlotte from the suite on the twelfth floor, and I would like room service. Could you bring me a plate of macaroni, a beef Wellington, and a lobster? Of course, thank you very much." I couldn't help but place an order for room service. Moxxie seemed like a child who hadn't eaten anything for days. And I had left the restaurant without even eating the main course. I needed to eat something, and it seemed like I was in better company than I was an hour ago. And who would have thought that this decision would not only change his life but also mine?

Suddenly, my eyes opened with surprise upon hearing the incessant music from my hellphone playing at that moment. Of all hours, why would someone feel the need to call me in the middle of the night?

"Ughhhh. I don't want to get up," I muttered as I tried to ignore the sound of my hellphone, but the lump next to me was also starting to wake up.

"Uhhhh, Charlie, please answer the call and see what this jerk wants from us at this hour," my dear girlfriend Vaggie groaned next to me as she tried to go back to sleep. However, her rude words and rough gesture showed her coldness and anger, but I know deep down Vaggie has been my rock...

I sighed and decided to get up. As I walked to the nightstand, I picked up my hellphone and decided to answer whoever needed to reach me at this moment.

"Hello?" I let out an exasperated sigh as I had neither the strength nor the focus to pay attention to whoever might be playing a prank on me at that moment.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday my sweet mother. Happy Birthday to you." Then, like a cup of coffee, my eyes widened in surprise as I heard his voice. My heart filled with joy, and my smile grew wide.

"Moxxie, my dear, are you still keeping up with this tradition of staying up late just to wish me a happy birthday?" I asked rhetorically because it was a tradition he had since he was a little boy... But hearing his voice is truly a great gift in my life. "You caught me off guard; I had forgotten it was my birthday."

"Well, I'm glad to remind you of this important date. Sometimes you get so focused that you forget to even go to sleep," Moxxie replied, and I couldn't help but smile. However, his little comment made me blush in embarrassment as I turned my face, trying to disguise it.

"Pff... you only say that because it happened once. " I rolled my eyes as I walked back to the bed. "Vaggie, Moxxie is on the line."

"Uhh... Hello, Moxxie." Vaggie had her face turned towards the pillow, but her muffled voice could still be heard by me.

"Vaggie says hello," I interpreted the words of my dear girlfriend as I happily celebrated my birthday which I had forgotten. Who would have thought that having such an attentive child-like Moxxie could be so wonderful? Oh, wait... I did.

"Well, I would say hello to her on the hellphone, but I think it would be better if we said it in person." And in just one small sentence, my mind had the sound of glass shattering as I looked at my hellphone in disbelief.

"In person? What do you mean? Are you coming here?" I asked, as it would make sense for Moxxie to want to visit his mother on her birthday, but wouldn't it have been better for him to wait until morning to inform me? But... oh no, he didn't... "Moxxie, you're waiting for me outside the hotel, aren't you?"

"..." His silence was answered enough for me.

I groaned as I sighed, with both hands on my face. Only my son would do this...

"I'm coming down now." I turned down the call phone, and I let out another sigh, how many times have I sighed in just one call phone? Well, it's my son, so he always has a way to make me do it like 5 times in a single hour. Well, it was a choice I did when I decided to adopt him.

Minutes later, I managed to make it down to the hotel entrance. It took a while to wake Vaggie up, and she and I get dressed in robes to be ready to open the doors of the Happy Hotel for my little imp.

And I couldn't help but think, even though we always tried to stay in touch, our daily activities always found a way to keep us busy, and we weren't able to spend much time together. But maybe it was for the best. Moxxie is now with his wife, while I'm still mustering up the courage to confess to my girlfriend and do the same... But my dream of redeeming sinners and sending them to Heaven has been consuming a lot of my thoughts, time, and worries.

But the good... and perhaps the bad as well, is the fact that an Overlord is investing in my hotel because he was bored. And that is truly risky. But with a positive mindset, I believe I can make it work.

"Charlie, I think it's time to open the door... You've been staring at the doorknob for 5 minutes." And just like that, my smile froze when I realized my thoughts had drifted away from me... again.

"Oh no." I immediately opened the door, feeling the freezing night breeze, and my heart filled with joy as I felt a direct hug around my waist. Looking down, I could see my little son, who had grown into a handsome young man, wearing his black suit and the red and black bowtie set I had given him during his teenage years.

"Happy birthday, Mom." Moxxie smiled as I bent down and embraced him tightly. Truly, the day started in the best way possible. "Oh hey, Vaggie."

I let go of Moxxie, and the next second he hugged the sinner who had been by my side for so long, my companion, and she gave a slight smile and hugged my boy, whom I love and am proud of.

"¿Cómo están ustedes, mi hijo?" Vaggie said something in her language, which I think was asking how her son is doing. I'm glad that Vaggie accepted him the same way I did, and even if she denies it, I know she loves him just as much as I do. Moxxie is just too cute. "And where is..."

"She's already coming, Vaggie. She's just parking our car. And I'm doing fine, Vaggie." Moxxie replied as he went outside the hotel, only to return a minute later with five bags, which surprised both Vaggie and me. "We decided to stay here for the entire weekend. And since it's Friday today, I'm taking the opportunity to wish you a happy birthday and prepare your party, which I'm sure you forgot about."

"I forget? Please. I had already pl... please help me throw a birthday party for us?" I tried to proudly say that I had everything prepared, but in that same moment, I couldn't lie to Moxxie, as he had that look that even if I wanted to play the proud one, he would help me, against my will.

"Oh crumbs," Moxxie pinched his forehead and took a deep breath. "The things I do for my mom. Okay, let's go and prepare a small cake. Vaggie, can you do me a favor and let her in when she arrives?"

Vaggie nodded, knowing she wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night. And with that, I felt Moxxie grab my hand.

"Let's go, Mom. We have a quick birthday celebration to have." Moxxie said as he pulled me towards the kitchen.

And I can say, I have no regrets about what I've done... I love my son so much.