The atmosphere surrounding the hotel was heavy. In all her time as senior staff, Vaggie had never felt such an aura around the place before. It was usually light and high-spirited, or chaotic in the goofiest fashion possible. Husk and his churlish alcoholism. Angel and his wanton, debauched dumbassery. Niffty. Just… Niffty. And, of course, Alastor, for whom upsetting the apple cart was a cherished hobby.
On one hand, Vaggie was happy – no – elated to get a new client, an actual client, and not just some feckless whore sponging for free room and board. This would have been cause for celebration except for just one teensy-weensy, but ever-so-crucial tiny, little detail: the new client just so happened to be Human. A living flesh-and-blood-still-in-the-sight-of-God Human. The implications alone were horrifying; when the list of likely outcomes starts with 'a King of Sin kicks down the door' and only gets worse from there, it was time to reevaluate the hotel's open door policy. The kid had to go!
Vaggie actually agreed with Husk, something she never thought possible, but then a Homo Sapiens in Pandemonica will do things to a demon.
But, of course, Charlie would have none of it. She led the brat upstairs with all the tenderness of a mother lion scooping up her cub… with jaws that could crush bones like rice wafers.
She had called her Vagatha, eyes alight, red-and-gold. Her voice had been that same sweet hightoned chirrup, but dragged across her soul like a coarse holystone across a ship's deck.
Charlie only ever called her that when in private, in the heights of intimacy… or when she was putting her foot down. No. Charlie had put her foot down before without using the V-word. That back there was Charlie stomping the discussion's skull against the curb.
She found herself walking down the corridor after her seemingly interminable ride up the elevator. The tingly feeling of being watched was absent, likely due to Alastor having a new, much more interesting bug to ogle. Out the window, she could see Razzle and Dazzle get into the limo with the female hellhound, Nebula. The heavy duty Jeep that Vortex fellow went off in a different direction. They must have resolved their business here.
She finally got to the big door down at the end of the hall, noticing something new about the door next to Charlie's suite, on it was a placard that read: OCCUPIED – B. ROCK.
Vaggie bit her lip anxiously, her hand rose to the door and knocked.
"Come in." Charlie's voice came from within and Vaggie opened the door, stepping inside. Charlie looked up from her desktop computer, both eyes locked onto Vaggie's one, her posture becoming less open and friendly in some undefinable way.
"Hey, Vaggie," she murmured, turning back to the screen.
"Charlie. I want to talk about-"
"I know what you want to talk about," Charlie replied, not bothering to look up as Vaggie advanced. "The answer is no."
"Charlie. Look. I get it. He's…. he's a good kid. But he's Human. A LIVING Human." Vaggie urged.
"Is he? Hadn't noticed," Charlie said, frown evident on her face as the Moth Demoness ran her hands through her white locks. "What's your point?"
"Charlie, think! This isn't Helsa or the Vees or any two-bit Overlord wannabe! That kid belongs to King Asmodeus! The literal Embodiment of Lust! I know that he won't mess with you directly, but Charlie, what if…" Vaggie gulped. "He goes to your father?" She put her hands on her desk. "If there's one thing I know about your Dad: the only thing he hates more than God, is humanity!"
Charlie rubbed her eyes, sighing. "Vaggie…"
"If your Dad finds out that Brief is here, I'm sorry Charlie, but Embodiment of Pride or not he WILL come down like the hammer of a small-'g' god!" Vaggie said. "Brief might be a good kid who hugs puppies and farts rainbows, but he's… trouble. Big trouble, even for you. What about your plans to rehabilitate Sinners? To stop the Exterminations? All we've struggled and worked so hard to create will all be for nothing and I-I can't…" She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I can't let your dream die just because of one kid who fell in with a bad crowd."
"That's funny," Charlie said, the flatness of her tone hurt. "I recall you telling me that you wound up Down Here because you 'fell in with a bad crowd'." She leaned back in her chair and looked at her, Vaggie felt ice lace through her guts. "If you stay, he stays."
"I did that to survive."
"So did he."
"He was younger than me when I came down here!" Vaggie barked. "I had to do what I had to do just to put food on the table and to not be… thrown into those Jungle Camps!"
"And did you survive, Vaggie?" Charlie asked, and Vaggie gripped her fist.
No, she hadn't. She remembered how she died. Sleazing up next to her favorite Sicario after she had stolen some dumb rich kid's money in Cali with promises of love. When that hurt doe-eyed gringo found out, he confronted her and she had some of the other Capos beat the entitled whimpering one percenter shit into a coma. Problem was, said newly-minted vegetable was the son of an ambassador from a meaner, richer and more powerful country, there on vacation. Money, wrath, and diplomatic immunity were one Hell of a combination, and she quickly wound up with some mud–and a bullet–in her eye and left in a ditch.
She frowned and rubbed her aching eyepatch. "Listen… I'm saying this for us. I don't want what we've been working so hard for to be undone just because you don't understand the risks!"
"Don't understand the…?" Charlie chuckled mirthlessly and shook her head. "Vaggie, Brief being here is much more dangerous than you can even imagine."
"What, really?" Vaggie said, confusion giving way to outrage. "Then why is he still here?!"
"Because he needs help, Vaggie." Charlie said, her tone cool but her eyes glowing red and gold. "He doesn't belong Down Here. More than anyone who has walked through our doors, or maybe even all of Hell, Brief needs this chance to be redeemed. He was dragged down by a Demon, against his will. He didn't choose any of this!"
"Oh for–who cares?!" Vaggie barked back, feeling her patience beginning to fray. "Why are you so ready to sacrifice everything we have accomplished for your dream for some kid?!" She shouted. "What makes him so fucking special?!"
"He's a Key Vaggie."
The Moth Demoness blinked. "…A key to what?"
"He's the latest in the bloodline that made a Pact with Asmodeus," said Charlie, delicately setting her hand to her forehead. "For thousands of years, his bloodline has borne the mark of sin, the Hell's Monkey, and so does he."
Vaggie blinked. "I am so lost." Hells Monkey? Charlie sighed, looking up to the ceiling as she remembered.
"It's a long story, but… cliffnotes: around the time Sumeria began to rise, seven Humans performed a ritual and summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. In exchange for power and prosperity in life and after, they cursed their bloodline with the Hell's Monkey, the ultimate Pact between demons and mortals. In exchange for the Sins' cooperation, they would ensure the curse would bear fruit. They would be blessed with immense wealth and power in life, but condemned to Hell upon death regardless of their deeds in life, so long as they kept their bloodline going and procreating, the curse would carry over. Gaining in strength and potency, fermenting like wine. After six thousand years of arranged marriages and arcane rituals, the Key was finally born… in Brief." She locked eyes with Vaggie. "He's the Key to the Gates of Hell, the key to the Living World."
Vaggie realized her jaw was hanging open like a hooked trout and shut it with a 'clack'.
"Wait… Asmodeus wants a Key from Hell to Earth for… what? Why would he want to open the Gate?"
"Vaggie," Charlie said, flatly. "A King of Hell wants to open a gateway to the Mortal Realm. Do the fucking math!"
Vaggie froze. All those Sinners. All of the worst people humanity has to offer, now immortal and replete with superhuman abilities, numbering in the billions, all descending upon Earth…
"Heaven would have to respond." Vaggie fell to her seat. "It'd be war."
"No, it would be The Final War. The Trumpets from On High would sound, and the End of Days would begin," Charlie finished for her. "Judgement Day."
Vaggie's hands rose to her face. She was unable to speak. "Fuck… Madre Dios… So… what do we do?" She asked, looking helpless. In need of guidance. And her girlfriend looked back, resolute and determined.
"We help him. We give him the chance at redemption that he deserves," Charlie said. "I won't turn him away. I won't abandon him. Just as I won't turn away you, or Angel Dust, or even Alastor. It would go against everything I stand for. That, and, y'know, averting the apocalypse." She got up, walking around the desk, setting a hand on her shoulder. "Vaggie, I'm sorry I was… stern back there."
Vaggie sighed. "No, Charlie I… I'm the one who should apologize. To you and to Brief. I didn't know and…" She looked back up at the red suited Demon Princess. "I'm scared, Charlie. Brief being here… what if Alastor wants to rock the boat just for fun and-"
"He won't. I made sure of it. Besides, it's more fun for him to watch us squirm with the sword of Damoclese swinging overhead… I know his type." Charlie smiled and she sat down beside her, placing her hand over Vaggie's. "Husk won't say a peep, he knows what'll happen if word gets out. I'll give Angel a little heads up, he knows who butters his bread." She smirked. "Right now, I could use your help in getting Brief to heal. I can't do it alone, and I would love your input and advice. Brief needs friends, and he needs comfort and love. He has the building blocks, we just need to build him up."
Vaggie looked back, and her hand enclosed around Charlie's own. "I think I can do that. I'm still nervous about all this but… we'll do it together." She smiled back.
"Thank you Vagatha…" Charlie cupped her cheek, her eyes warm as she leaned in, their lips meeting in a quiet kiss.
"Yes yes yes, we can arrange the shipment down to Envy in a fortnight." The King of Lust, Asmodeus droned into his phone as he lay in bed. Fizzarolli was busy snoozing up beside him, one eye cracking up. "Mammon wants more of those Glory Hole Stations? For fucks sake… Tell him he's paying up front this time! I've had it up to my choker with his penny pinching bullshit!" Fizzarolli craned his head around, seeing the Demon Rooster glare at his phone. "And if he gets uppity he can bitch to me directly! Now get to it." He hung up, and collapsed onto the pillows. "Mmmnngh… this is too early for this shit…"
"You could always let it go to voicemail, Ozzie," Fizzarolli oiled, his black mechanical arm going up to scratch the side of his lover's face. "Let those drones down below handle all that shit."
"I know, but it's just kicking the can down the road, though." Ozzie grumbled. "I'd rather get it over with now…" He looked to the ceiling. Fizzarolli smirked as he had his other hand snaked under the covers. The Demon King let out a coo as he smirked down at his tiny lover. "Easy there, Fizzy Frog, I don't have a morning wood just yet~"
"How about I start going green and get to plantin' then? Then I can really hug that big fat sequoia of yours~" Fizzarolli licked his lips as Ozzie chuckled. "Oh? Looks like I gots me a green thumb!"
A rumbling sound came from the Rooster as he winced. "Mnnngh… in a bit. I'm a bit hungry, though. Let's eat a little first. I gotta keep up my strength if I'm going to keep up with you."
He got out of bed, the cyborg Imp's arm wound back to his socket as he watched his towering lover don his robe and saunter into their penthouse suite.
Asmodai Tower on Tobit and Talmud, the tallest, girthiest skyscraper in Lust, complete with twin spherical factories nestled at the base. Fizz had always found the phallic architecture a bit on-the-nose, but in an amusing way. Ozzie's entire sextoy empire was based from here, and he ran his operations like clockwork. Or rather, like cockwork.
Heh, cockwork. That's going in his next bit.
"Sooo, whatcha hungry for Fizzy~?" Ozzie asked as he got to the kitchen, grabbing some eggs. "I can whip some steak and eggs."
"When have I ever said no to a thick cut of meat and… uh… yeah, no, there's no way to make scrambled eggs sexy. Gimme the meat, though!" Fizzarolli chuckled as he lanked onto the towering chair at the table, watching Ozzie cook. A man that can cook well is rare, especially in Hell, and Ozzie, for all of his musical and sexual talents… was one helluva cook.
"Oh baby, you're gonna need every bit of protein coming your way for what I have planned." Ozzie looked back, his two flame heads winking towards the cyborg Imp's way. "Well don't worry, Daddy's going to take extra care of you~"
Fizzarolli bit his lip, shivering before the sound of another cellphone began to ring. Ozzie blinked, it wasn't his work phone, but his personal one. Few in Hell had this number, and all of them were important.
"Yes?" Ozzie asked, answering it as he got his wrath-ox steaks on the grill with a hissing sizzle. "Mmhmmm. Fascinating…" He mused, before blinking. "He's going around asking around for that sort?" He set his tongs aside, rubbing the bridge of his beak. "Alright… let him go about his business. He has his ways, much as I find them… tedious." Ozzie growled. "Keep an eye on him and keep me posted." He hung up and sighed. "What a mess…"
"Who was that? Didn't sound like your normal bizz." Fizzarolli asked.
"I have a skilled Imp tailing Corset," Ozzie murmured. "He's been going around asking small-time thugs and gangsters to do his work for him, with little to no avail. That soon-to-be cocksock actually thinks he's being stealthy. He no doubt things finding the Hell's Monkey will get him off my bootycall-list."
"Oh yeaaah… you mentioned wanting to break in Corset a while-" The cyber clown paused and then snorted. "Wait, Hell's Monkey?" He asked, stifling a laughter. Ozzie looked back with three raised eyebrows. "The fuck is that?"
"Oh yes, I haven't exactly told you. Well, it's an old story." He said as he flipped the steak, seasoning it. "Tell me Fizzy-Frog. What is your opinion of the living world?"
"Well, that's where Sinners come from, yeah? They fuck like rabbits and lots of them get thrown in that dump Pride." Fizzarolli surmised. "That said, they do pay good money for my robo-dolls. Fucking raking in millions off their horny asses." Should be billions though. But Mammon does like his cut…
"Quite right. Of course, Sinners and, by proxy, humanity have immortal souls and that grants them immense power and potential. Enough to make unbreakable deals with Demons of my caliber." Ozzie lifted his talons, a faint green outline shimmering around them. "And with the right deal, a contract powered by a mortal soul can gain… incredible power."
"Okay, I'm following a little." Fizzarolli said.
"You see, thousands of years ago a sect of humans from the cradle of civilization made a deal. They called upon all of us Seven Deadly Sins and forged a great contract." Ozzie smirked. "One man in particular called upon me, summoning me to the Living World, seeking my power."
"What, your power-bottom?" Fizzarolli crooned, Ozzie looked back flatly. "Or didja top that time?"
"This wasn't one of those deals, gracious no! You see, Lucifer wanted all us Sins to create Keys. Keys that can open the Gates of Hell unto Earth itself. Ol'Scratch hasn't gotten over his lil pecker-slap from the First War." Ozzie smirked. "So he wanted me, Bee and Mammon and the like to make our own little keys. Keys that, with the help of those indebted humans and their descendents, will tear asunder the barriers between the afterlife and the living world! Once open, Hell will be unleashed on Earth, tearing apart the Garden of God."
"Wow, sounds like Lucifer's got issues if he hasn't gotten over that and that was like, a Stone Age and a half ago."
"Oh, that he does, Froggy. He plays it off cool, mind you, but no amount of ice packs and Preparation-H can soothe the booty-bother Michael caused him during the Fall!" Ozzie said. "And he wants his army to one day destroy the Earth and all the Children of God. Of course…" He shrugged, flipping over the steak as he greased up another pan on the stove for the eggs. "That will prompt Heaven to react and send forth their forces, causing the End of Days and Judgement Day as a whole." He said, nonchalantly, cracking some eggs into the stove.
Wait. Judgement Day?
"Isn't that like, the end of all Creation, though?" Fizzarolli asked, increasingly concerned.
"Depends who you ask." Ozzie mused. "Earth could be a fiery crater, Pride flattened, Heaven falling, it can go either way but I'm betting on Lucifer in a rematch. Besides, God doesn't do anything but sleep on his big fancy chair." He scoffed. "Lucifer will likely win this time around, and when the gates of Heaven are opened, well…" He trilled, moaning as he looked off to the distance. "I can finally meet her~"
"So, Hell can beat Heaven in a fight? Cool, cool–wait, who's 'her'?" Fizzarolli asked, eyebrow quirked, taking his custom made dildo-handled coffee cup and reached over to the coffee urn with his elongated arms. Their relationship was nominally a secret, and both he and Ozzie slept around if only to keep up appearances, but that trill and the look in his eyes looked… deep, longing.
"The target of my lust, Fizzy-Frog, is the Unspoiled One! The one thing in all Creation forever denied my delicious wares! I will woo her! I will romance her! I will open up her heart–and legs–to experiences she was so cruelly denied by sainthood!" Ozzie exclaimed as he sent the scrambled eggs tumbling through the air, catching them in the sizzling pan. "And more importantly, I'll get to have the ultimate and final own over the Son of God himself! Sorry, Jessy, I fucked your mom!" He barked, throwing a middle finger up to the ceiling.
…
…
Wait a fucking minute.
Fizzarolli spat out his black coffee and coughed, eyes wide. "Ozzie, you're not serious, are you?!"
"Oh yes, Fizzy, my love." Ozzie looked back, smirking darkly. "While Creation burns and Lucifer has his little reunion with Pops, I will woo, seduce, romance, and deflower the Celestial Maidenhead."
"You want to fuck the Virgin Mary?!" Fizzarollis jaw clacked shut. "That's… that's crazy."
"Crazy, yes. But Fizzy, how old am I?" He asked, looking back with a coy look.
"Uhhhh… I don't wanna guess your age since, well, our whole thing is like, 'age is just a number'. So…" he raised his hand to the ceiling, arm elongating. "A lot?"
"Eons, my love. And I have loved and fornicated every single possible thing Creation has to offer, Fizzarolli!" Ozzie wailed as he flipped the eggs over easily. "Men, women, hermaphodites, everything in between. Young, middle aged, old, dead! If it felt lust, so did I!" He groused. "Slim, muscular, schlubby and fat. Human, mammal, reptile, fish and fowl! Literal fucking dinosaurs! Fizz, I have done it ALL! My bucket-list has more checks than a diversity hire! My bedpost is a pile of sawdust!" He caught the eggs back down, and slid them onto a plate. "Now, only one remains. The one person in all of Creation who had no lustful ambitions in life. Her piousness earned her the love of God Himself." And he smiled darkly, licking his lips. "And I will be the one to charm her. To inspire in her long-lost feelings of desire, of passion, of lust. I will romance those robes off and fuck the mother of Jesus-Tapdancing-On-The-Cross-Christ! I will duck GOD HIMSELF!" The Demon Rooster laughed as, outside, Asmodai, indeed, all of Lust were wracked by huge peals of thunder and lightning, the realm shaking at his unholy declaration.
Fizzarolli's mouth gaped, eyes wide and blinking. "So… if you get the Key, you'll open the gate from Hell to Earth."
"Yep."
"Forcing Heaven to respond, triggering Judgement Day. Then Lucifer will raise his legions and all of Pride to ransack Earth as they wage war with Heaven, sending most if not all of everything that has ever existed ablaze when he wins."
Ozzie sprinkled some sage on his steak. "Quite right!"
"And while all that is happening, you'll be winin'n'dining MC Jay Cee's mams until she shakes off her panties and lets you void her warranty?"
"Oh yes~" Ozzie huskily growled as he shivered.
Fizzarolli paused and looked to the side, thinking for a beat before turning back to him. "Can I… watch?"
"Fizzy Frog, my darling…" Asmodeus' eyes blazed brightly. "After I get her in the mood, we're gonna run a fucking train on her~"
The cyborg Imp's face split into a fanged smile as he began to cackle. "Well, that'll just beat the shit out of fucking any dipshit Succubus! Mwohohohaaa~!" He slithered up Ozzie's form, lying across his broad shoulders like a boa. "Say, wouldn't Lucifer be like, super mad if he found out? Figured he'd want to be the one to kick off this whole 'apocalypse' shindig."
"What he doesn't know can't hurt him… or us." Asmodeus chuckled as they nuzzled noses. "Now come, let us fill our bellies… then I'll fill your holes~"
Best morning ever.
"And here we have the Guillotine special! Courtesy of Jelupie! Which was short for Gene Looey Pee-air." Blitzo said from the video as a panicking and struggling elderly man was shoved against the foot of a playground slide, his chin resting on the lip. At the top of the metal slide was Mille, standing on the wide, flat head of her razor sharp battle-ax.
"Sir, it's short for Jean-Louis Pierre." Moxxie said from the camera as Blitzo frowned and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah let's get on with it." He looked back at Millie and gave a thumbs up. "A bit off the top, Mills!"
Millie giggled and set down the slide, surfing atop the huge ax-head, guided by the slide to the helpless old man. Millie leapt from the razor-sharp blade, sailing forward through the air in a backflip. The heavy ax-head sliced through the man's neck with a slick 'shunk', his skull popping from his shoulders, only to be caught by Millie as she soared overhead. She set down on the ground some feet away, grinning and posing for the camera with the head in her hands.
"I love that woman~" Moxxie crooned from behind the camera.
"Alright! That was Jean-Jacku Pierre for being a rapey shitty dad. Hope ya enjoyed that one, Jelupie!" Blitzo called before muttering, sotto voce. "(…Fuck me, I'm getting real sick of all these frog names…)"
"It's Jean-Jacque Pierre, sir. And we have several more kills before we are done in France."
"Anyone ever told you how much of a know-it-all killjoy assfuck you can be, Moxxie? Because, eah, you're being that."
Loona sniggered from her chair as she closed the video, placing it in the file to send to their clients as proof of their kill. Guess Jelupie will be able to exact even more revenge upon his horrid father for his entire afterlife, should he get his hands on him.
Loona looked out the window, seeing the red sky of Pride, and the darker, ominous hue that hung over Pentagram City like a constant storm cloud. A combination of smoke from arson, war, and corpse-piles, and whatever foul energies Sinners were constantly experimenting with. Always been like that.
And Rock was going to be safe in there? A lamb in wolf's clothing shuffling into a ravenous den.
The Hound girl shook her head. Why worry? He's going to hang out with Princess Charlotte, and she probably knew some kind of crazy old Royal Hell Magic to send him home. He'll be right back in his cushy little manor living his cushy rich life in no time.
Besides, being worried about a Human? She's seen plenty of Humans in her time at IMP. All Vengeful damned scumbags with an axe to grind – save for that one fucker Loopty – or the topside bastards they wanted dead. Even the other humans Up There were all a bunch of horny oblivious idiots who breed like coked-out rats, caring only for themselves. They lived and died by the fuckton, racking up sins by the bushel in their short, pointless lives. That's why Pride was always suffering from overpopulation, after all.
They were just easy targets for Verosika Mayday's concerts, or any other Succubi or Incubi who can sneak up topside for easy life energy. Or marks for Blitzo to make a buck on. Nothing more.
…And yet…
Rock was… different. She'd talked to him for hours apparently in her drunken stupor at Tex's party, and she had no idea how much she spilled, but that she could tell from talking to him. Normally, a drunken sobfest meant getting her vulnerability thrown in her face on social media for a few weeks, but Rock had done no such thing. Maybe she hadn't completely unraveled?
"Fuck me, what did I tell him…" She groused, running a hand over her face as that uncertainty swelled within her. That'll teach you to stop drinking hard and running your yap, Loonie… Hopefully.
No, Rock was just a Human. Just like any of those thin-skinned morons in the Living World, just like those greasy-souled Sinners here in Pride.
A Human who didn't belong. And was dragged here against his will.
She frowned, looking at her phone before reminding herself that the Vees could tap in and spy. She leaned back in her chair, groaning.
"Fucking A…" She heard another video notice pinging in, Blitzo and the Ms bagging and tagging a new target. The dipshits would still be fucking about up there for a few more hours. A few more hours until they needed her to portal them back. She sourly pondered if she could portal them somewhere besides the office and give her just a little more quiet time.
Wait… could she…?
She got her Grimoire out, pulling to the pages before she blinked. "Huh… can I…?"
She turned the pages, trying to parse the Arcane gibberish and mental formulas that were the more advanced portal spells, merely glancing at some of them made her head spin. She knew Hell to Earth, as long as she had a clue as to the destination, but not enough for exact pinpoint Portal manifestation.
She got up, going to Blitzo's office and finding the rolodex he had on the side. Horse Crafts. Gunsmith. Millie and Moxxie's Homeline…
Loona sighed. No sign of his number. She went to Blitzo's laptop, picking it up and looking it over, finding the password posted to the side, and the password prompt on screen.
PONYPONYPONY
"Feh." Loona smirked, typing it in as she got in and went to his email, and typed in a name. She found several… and at last. "Got it."
She got her phone and began to dial in as she logged off, closed the laptop and went back to her seat.
"H-Hello? Who got this number?" Said the voice on the other end, irritated and annoyed as Loona winced.
"Ummm, hey your highness. This is… Loona? You know, Blitzo–(ugh)–Blitzy's Hellhound?" She said, the moment of silence that followed felt like hours.
"O-Oh! Loona? Ohhh, you're Blitz's little girl~" Stolas on the other end sounded far more affable and surprised. "Why, what a pleasant surprise! How are you doing, darling?"
"Umm, fine, your highness." Loona replied.
"Please, call me Stolas. You need no formalities with me, Loona." Stolas said, clearly pleased. "So, how did you get this number?"
"Eh, he had it lying around." She sort-of-lied. "Am I calling at a bad time?"
"Just finished doing some arrangements for some moving vans, among other things…" The Owl Demon replied. "But enough of that, how… to what do I owe the pleasure? It's it Blitzy? Is he okay?" He asked, his voice soft and concerned.
"He's busy with work at the moment. Killing some dudes in France on Earth."
"Ah, I see, I see… well, I'm glad he's following his passion at least." Stolas mused. "So I take it you're not with him at the moment?"
"Nope, just watching the office. Kind of why I wanted to make this call, Mr. Stolas." Loona said. "So… I know a little of the Grimoire you lent us, but I only know one spell, the Hell to Earth Spell." She could feel the silence as she continued. "So, I was wondering if… I could maybe learn more spells? Like, learning how to make Portals for transportation in Hell."
"Oh! Well, why would you want to do that, darling? If your van is in need of car repair, I could provide a loan."
Loona winced a bit, unsure of what to say as her mind wandered. "Uh, well, y'see…"
The embrace Rock gave her. Those warm eyes of his behind those orange locks. His soft voice…
"No, the van's fine I… it's just that I need to…" She winced, taking a deep breath. "See, someone." Her eyes went over to the magazine with the page advertising the Happy Hotel in sight. "In therapy. Paying for gas is a pain enough so… I figured with the portal spell between Rings or so, I could make it easier on Blitz and be able to go back and forth. You know… check on them, see how they're doing and head on back to work."
"Oh, I see." Stolas nodded. "Does Blitz know of this? I'm sure he would be supportive of you going to support a friend in need. Which, I'm quite happy for you Loona, you're making friends!"
Loona ground her teeth. What did Blitzo tell to that noble when in bed. "Yeah, something like that. And if I told him…"
'Oh yeah, that'd go over well…' Loona thought, rolling her eyes. 'Hey Blitz, I'm just off to go to Pride to check in on some Human boy who's in Hell for some reason. I'll be back by eight!'
(*Shotgun being cocked SFX*)
"No, he doesn't. You know him, he'd…" Go on a overprotective shotgun rampage. "Jump to conclusions. Fret and worry. Stuff like that. I don't wanna deal with all that when I'm just helping a friend through a hard time."
"Hmmm… well, I could use my Grimoire back to do my duties soon for the month. How about you drop it off sometime this week and while you're around I can teach you some of the Grimoire's other spells." Stolas chuckled. "It's been a minute since I've taught, of course. The last one I taught in depth was Octavia, but she wasn't keen on the whole Magic thing at the time. That and she's due for her own Grimoire soon… courtesy of my father." He grumbled. "Soonish… " He smiled again, audibly. "So, I'll be happy to teach you, dear! I'll be expecting you in a couple of days, and while I'm sorting through my business, I can teach you some spells! I imagine they'll come quite in handy for you and Blitzy's adventures on Earth."
"Yeah, heh, you bet," Loona said. "Big help. Thank you, your Highness."
"Don't mention it, Loona. If you need anything at all, just give me a call," Stolas warmly assured, followed by an uneasy silence.
"W-Will do. Well, thanks again. We'll keep in touch?"
"Of course. Thank you for the call, this brightened my day considerably. I hope you have a fine day."
"You too, your Highness. You too." She hung up and leaned back in the chair. There. In a couple of days she will be able to portal over to Tex's house, and to where Brief was staying.
Just to check on him.
That's all.
Gotta make sure the Human with ties to a Demon King gets sent home before any major shitshow goes down. Make sure he keeps out of trouble between now and then. Make sure he stays in one piece. Make sure nothing happens to that skinny, wimpy body, so small and frail. His pale, peachy skin, fragile and thin, sunkissed with freckles. Big green eyes that peered out from behind his absurd, adorable muppet-mop of hair. Her thick thighs keeping him in place on the bed, her tail wagging. Those feeble, soft little hands pressing into her chest as she loomed over him–
Loona blinked, shaking the abruptly emerging memory from her mind.
'They felt… nice…'
Nope, just checking on him. Nothing more.
That took a little bit, but we get another step in. Vaggie's talk with Charlie, on top of her learning the truth of the Hell's Monkey from Charlie's education. And we have the full extent of Asmodeus' plan to fulfill his lustful magnum opus. Featuring Fizzarolli. Note that this chapter was written before the release of Mammon's Midseason Muscial Special, so we added some stuff regarding Fizz's relationship with Mammon, but it is minimal.
We had Ozzie written as one of the main antagonists alongside Boxer since the minute this story was concieved. He's much more reasonable and nice of course, but he's put in a lot of effort in trying to get the Hells Monkey for his own plan. And he's still in a good relationship with Fizz too. Hell he wants him to join in on corrupting the Virgin Mary with lust too. Note the mentions of "seduce" "woo" and romance with no mention of Love Potions whatsoever. He straight up plans to NTR god. Its a bold strategy lets see if it works out for him.
And lastly, Loona to herself and her learning additional Spells wasn't planned, it sort of came from nowehre because "oh, Blitzo will wonder why she's taking the Van into inner Pride or taking taxis there" This allows Loona to find a loophole around that, and we can see how Stolas would interact with Blitzo's daughter too, considering we have seen him interact only with Blitzo and M&M(in a minimal fashion). And unlike canon we do plan to have Stolas and Blitzo talk about Ozzies face to face. And not over a TEXT CHAIN.
Fucking Vivzie man.
Anyways, hope you all enjoyed. Wr1teAn0n has next, and we will see you in the next one.