Pentagram City, many years ago
Rosie is one of several Overlords of Hell. A pristine and elegant woman who owns her own emporium. Well, she technically shares it with another demon named Franklin. But she and Franklin aren't exactly on friendly terms. Never the less, Rosie takes great pride in her emporium and her work. Such as a new dress she was working on.
"Maybe I should remove the sleeves. Or is that too revealing?" She wondered.
"Excuse me, Ms. Rosie." One of her workers said, entering the room.
"Yes, Penzi?" Rosie politely said to the very tall blue haired succubus.
"Alastor has arrived." Penzi, as she was called, said.
"Oh? What a surprise. I wasn't expecting him today." Rosie said.
"Well, uh..." Penzi said, looking sheepish. "He's got a surprise for you, my lady." She said, making Rosie look confused. "You better go see for yourself. You have to see it to believe it."
Rosie went out into the store and found her closest friend, who was observing one of her custom made suits … And he was holding a baby in his arms …
"Alastor?" She said, catching his attention.
"Ah, Rosie. Good to see you. I'm sorry for dropping by unannounced. But I was around the neighborhood and thought I'd check in to see how you are doing." Alastor said.
"I'm … fine." Rosie said, rather awkwardly. "But uh … are you fine? I mean, you never was. But … why is there a baby in your clutches?!" She cried out.
"Oh this little one?" Alastor said, looking down at the sleeping baby. "I found him. Poor thing had been abandoned, left in a dumpster. As if he was trash."
"Oh, poor little thing." Rosie said, sincerely. "Even for Hell, that is low."
"Yes indeed. I'll be sure to let his birth parents know that after I find them and make them my next meal." Alastor assured.
"Well, what're you going to do about him?" Rosie asked, referring to the infant.
"Isn't it obvious?" Alastor asked. "I'm gonna take him under my wing."
Rosie looked at Alastor like he was crazy … Well, crazier than usual. "You can't be serious."
"Well, why not?" Alastor asked. "His birth parents obviously didn't want him. And leaving him at an orphanage is out of the question. Some of them are more like concentration camps that uses forced child labor. There's no way I'm dropping this little tyke of in one of those. So the only option is that we raise him ourselves."
"I'm sorry … we?" Rosie asked for confirmation.
"Of course," Alastor cried out. "Every child needs a mother. And who's better suited than my closest friend?"
"Alastor," Rosie said with a stern voice. "Neither of us knows how to raise a child."
"No first time parents ever does. But they get the hang of it eventually." Alastor said with much confidence.
"Most first time parents has lots of time to prepare before the baby's arrival." Rosie points out.
"Oh but Rosie, look at him." Alastor said, gesturing to the sleeping baby. "He's so small and helpless. Surely you don't have the heart to turn your back on such a frail little thing?"
"I still don't know, Alastor." Rosie said with skepticism. "Raising a baby isn't-"
"Try and hold him." He suggested.
"What?" Rosie asked.
"Hold him," He repeated, trying to hand the baby over to her. "I think you'll change your mind."
Rosie was again skeptic. But complied. "Okay then," She said and carefully took the really small infant in her hands. She looked down on child who started to wake up. When he saw the woman holding him, he giggled held and his tiny little hands up. And something within Rosie just swelled. She couldn't explain it. But just seeing that innocent sweet smile of his gave her a sense of wanting to protect this child against anything that would dare harm him.
"Change your mind?" Alastor asked with a big grin. "And if you haven't, with or without your help, I'm gonna raise him. But without your help, it'll be harder."
Rosie sighed in defeat. "We'll need to do some shopping. He'll need clothes, toys, baby food and what have you. But first, we should take him to go see a doctor."
"Oh?" Alastor said, tilting his head in confusion, while of course maintaining his smile.
"You said you found him in a dumpster. We got to make sure he hasn't contracted any diseases or infections." Rosie told him.
"Good point." Alastor replied.
"But what should we name him?" Rosie wondered.
"Moxxie," Alastor said, proudly.
"Moxxie?" Rosie said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes of course. It suits his fighting spirit. His determination, his character, that smile he gives despite everything he's been through. Plus, it says so on the name tag on his shirt." Alastor pointed out and Rosie looked closer at the onesie the baby was wearing.
"Oh," She said in realization. "Moxxie it is then. It is a lovely name. The one thing his parents got right."
"We're his parents now." Alastor said, getting closer and wrapping her arm around Rosie. "Penzi!" He called out to the succubus. "Quick. Take a picture. I wanna preserve this moment forever."
"Yes, sir." Penzi said bringing out an old camera.
"Remember to smile to the camera, my son. You're never fully dressed without one." Alastor said, tickling the baby's nose, making him giggle. "My son. I can get used to saying that." He said, dreamily.
"Eyes forward please." Penzi told them and took the picture when they did.
/
Pentagram City, present day
Morning came over Pentagram and Garfield was up earlier than usual. He had gone outside where he found a broken down car. He looked at his hands and then back at the car. He positioned himself in front of the car, squatted down, stuck the palms of his hands under the car and stood back up, lifting the car. A surprised look spread across Garfield's face when he felt how light it was. He even lifted it over his head and gasped at how light it was. He then smiled when he bounced it up and down on his hands.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Wow!" Garfield cried out and dropped the car on his head. He pushed the car of off him and looked at the one who startled him. "Vaggie?" He cried out.
"Every Sinner gains some form of power when they get to Hell," Vaggie started to explain. "Since you already had super powers, not only did you keep them. But you also seem to have gained super strength."
"I have noticed my animal forms being much stronger the moment I got here." Garfield said, standing back up. "When I was trying to avoid getting killed by one of the Exorcists, I turned into a cheetah and ran at unbelievable speed. I couldn't control how fast I went and rammed straight into a concrete wall."
"You should practice these new powers of yours." Vaggie suggested. "Otherwise, you might hurting yourself by accident. Or someone else."
"Yeah. Good suggestion." Garfield replied.
"You should also know that since you're a Sinner, you cannot die, because you're already literally dead. You can still be injured and carry diseases. But nothing can kill you. Only heavenly weapons can kill a Sinner. Same with demon royalties." Vaggie explained.
"Got it." Gar replied.
"Speaking of which. Since you're working for the princess of Hell, you will most likely meet demon lords and royalties in the future. So you better learn who they are and how to talk to them." Vaggie told him, which only made Garfield groan.
"Are you gonna give me a lecture on the hierarchy of Hell?" Garfield asked with a look of dismay.
"Yes. Yes I am. And Angel Dust too." Vaggie sternly said. "Neither of you seem to know the ruling classes of Hell. Best you both get a lecture."
"Can I first practice my new super powers?" Gar asked.
"You may. I need to prep my lectures for you two anyways." Vaggie said and went back inside.
Garfield smiled and looked down at his hands. "Let's see what I can do." He said and turned into a gorilla. Now a gorilla has ten times the strength of a human. So he can only imagine how strong his newer version is. A car was easy enough in human form. He needed a challenge. He saw a rock to size of a house in the backyard and went over to lift it. He struggled a bit. But he succeeded lifting it of off it's foundation for a good few seconds, before dropping it.
"Sweet," He said with a satisfied grin, after reverting back to human form. "I wonder if…" He said before turning into a T-Rex. He then headbutted the rock, which sent it rolling several yards.
From above, a waynern noticed the green demon like T-Rex. It had never seen a creature like this before. But that didn't matter to it. All it saw was a large prey and went in for an ambush. It struck T-Rex Garfield from behind, clawing and biting Gar who struggled and roared as he tried getting it of off him. The wayvern then spat acid on his back, causing Gar to roar in pain. Eventually, he got the wayvern of off him and positioned himself in front of it. The wayvern roared at him so Garfield did the same to display his dominance. But as he roared, something in his throat was glowing ember red. Suddenly, a ball of fire spat out of his gaping mouth, hitting the wayvern. What was left of it, disintegrated into ash, leaving it's bone standing, which then collapsed on the ground. Garfield reverted back to human form, looking horrified and flabbergasted.
"Garfield," The shapeshifter turned his head and saw Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor and pretty much everyone else of the hotel having rushed outside and saw the whole thing. "What happened?" Charlie asked.
"Our residental superhero can breath fire … Huh…" Angel Dust said.
/
IMP
"So what else can you tell us about the Radio Demon?"
"Will you stop asking me questions about my dad?!" Moxxie spat.
"He's the fucking Radio Demon! How can I NOT ask questions?" Blitz cried out.
"Well, if you insist, you should know that back when I was a child, he would make people who bothered me disappear … Get the picture?" Moxxie asked, leaning over into Blitz's face.
"… You know what? I'll ask him myself … So what was it like having him tuck you in at night?" Blitz pushed on.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Moxxie hissed with a thousand yard stare.
"Blitz! You have a visitor!" They heard Loona cry out from the other room.
"Oh great. Another client. Our reputation sure has sparked since we murdered the piss out of the Joker." Blitz proudly declared as he went to meet their latest client. "Hi there! My name's is Blitz. The O is-FUCK ME! Constantine!?" He cried out in shock when he saw who it really was in the room, standing next to Loona's desk, who was as usually too busy looking in her phone.
"Blitzo," Constantine said, arms crossed and glaring at his ex, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"I should've known you were here," Blitz growled with a glare. "I could smell your shit eating breath the moment you entered Hell!"
"And I could smell yours before I even opened up a portal. Didn't even have to do a tracking spell to find ya. I just followed the stench." Constantine retorted.
"Oh yeah? I'm surprised you're still even alive. I can see you're still sucking on those death sticks like how you like sucking on anything that even remotely looks like a cock." Blitz venomously spat back.
"Haven't you heard? My cancer is gone. I tricked Satan into removing it." Constantine replied with a smirk, taking a long blow from his cigarette and blew it into Blitz's face. "So I can suckle on these bad boys as much as I want. Just like how you would beg me to suckle on your stick all the time when we were dating."
"No way," Millie silently said in awe.
"You dated John Constantine?" Moxxie cried out.
"Not now!" Blitz spat, pointing his finger at Moxxie, while not taking his eyes of off Constantine. "Mind telling me what the FUCK you're doing here?!"
"It involves your little adventure in Arkham Asylum yesterday," Constantine started. "Mind telling me what the fuck you were doing there? Better yet, how a loser like you could get access to Earth without my help."
"That's a secret I will never tell," Blitz gleefully told him.
"No need. I already know. I was just testing you to see if you'd be honest for once in your sad miserable life. Though I don't really know why I was expecting that." Constantine said, bringing out his phone and showing IMP's commercial.
"Yeah. Well what're you gonna do about it." Blitz dared him.
"Blitz, this isn't a game!" Constantine warned him. "Do you have any idea how serious it is for beings from the afterlife to meddle in the mortal plain?"
"Oh, what's the big fucking deal? People are already probably aware that Heaven and Hell's real. I mean ever since Wonder Woman started showing her big thong clad ass to the public, people have started to figure out Greek mythology's real. What with all the Greek monsters showing up in abundances to kick her ass. Ever since then, the public is becoming more aware that what they thought were myths turned out to be real." Blitz pointed out.
"Even so, you're taking a big risk. I mean you're up on Earth, killing people for a living!" Constantine spat.
"Hey! We don't just kill anyone. We kill people who wronged our clients when they were alive." Blitz pointed out.
"That's no justifiable reason," Constantine retorted. "I'm sorry, but not sorry. I'm shutting you down, Blitzo."
"Oh, you dirty, cum drinking, piss swimming, child grabbing, Nazi loving, shit eating-"
Blitz's rant was cut short when when a portal opened up behind Constantine and a pair of white hands reached out and grabbed him. "Aw, fucking Hell." Constantine groaned before he was pulled into the portal.
"… The fuck just happened?" Blitz said in confusion.
"Oh crumbs." Moxxie cried out. "I noticed a ring on the person who grabbed him. It had the Morningstar sigil on it."
"Oh, fantastic. Lucifer's gonna take care of Constantine for us." Blitz said with relief. "That's the last we see of Cunt-stantine." He replied with a satisfied smirk.
"Somehow I doubt it." Moxxie dryly replied.
/
Pentagram, Lucifer's Castle
While all of that was going on, Constantine was having troubles of his own. The sorcerer groaned as Lucifer's hands roamed over his chest and the king of Hell's face popped up next to Constantine's, sporting a toothy grin.
"Hello, John." He seductively said.
"What is it, Lucifer?" Constantine asked.
"Have you forgotten the payment you owe me every time you visit Hell?" Lucifer asked and started nipping Constantine's neck.
"I haven't fucking forgotten," Constantine growled and broke free from Lucifer's hold and turned around to look at him. "But I was in the middle of doing your job for you and preventing one of your subjects from breaking the fucking law you set!" He spat.
"Yeah, about that." Lucifer said. "I'm afraid I cannot let you shut down IMP."
Constantine gave Lucifer a look of disbelief. "You knew all this time, didn't you?"
"Stolas couldn't help but brag about how he cheated on his wife last time I saw him." Lucifer replied. "I've been keeping taps on those three little imps ever since they started that company. I know exactly what they've been up to."
"A-a-and you've just been letting them screw around on Earth, killing people?!" Constantine cried out in disbelief.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Lucifer asked with a cocky smirk.
"… I shouldn't." Constantine retorted with a deadpan expression. "But what's stopping me from meddling with their affairs?" He asked.
"You mean besides me tampering with your memories?" Lucifer asked. "I've already modified Batman's memories and destroyed whatever video footage of the IMP crew's activities in Arkham."
"Just … why?" Constantine asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I may have use of them someday." Lucifer admitted. "But enough chatter." He said, walking up to Constantine and grabbed him by the tie. "Strip." He growled, just inches away from the Brit's face.
"You're not gonna tamper with my memory before we start?" Constantine asked. "I'm still mad at you."
"Good." Lucifer replied with glee. "That means you'll be rough on me, just the way I like it." He admitted.
"… Oh, fuck it." Constantine said and dropped his trench coat.
Author's Warning: There's about to be some hot male on male action here between these two. If you'd rather skip this part, I'll mark the ending as FIN.
"You never could resist me, John." Lucifer said, wrapping his arms around him.
"It's more that I don't have a choice." Constantine growled.
"Oh shut up, bitch. You love it." Lucifer said and pressed his lips against Constantine's.
The two started making out, hands roaming each other's back as they began removing each other's shirt. It didn't take long before their upper bodies were bare. Lucifer had two large scars on his upper back…
Lucifer then pushes Constantine so he fell backwards … onto a pile of rubber ducks.
"I will never understand your obsession with rubber ducks," He said with a deadpan.
"And I will never understand your obsession with fish," Lucifer replied as he crawled on top of his lover.
"Sharks are not fish. And what King Shark and I had was more than just sex." Constantine retorted.
"I shutter to think of what getting a blowjob from him was like," Lucifer said with a cringing expression.
"Not that great, actually." Constantine replied.
"Well, fuck that guy. You got me now." Lucifer said as he began unzipping Constantine's pants. He pulled the pants of, leaving his lover completely naked. He licked his lips at the sight of Constantine's hard dick. "You really do have an unusually large cock for a human. Are you sure you didn't cast a magic spell to make it bigger?" He asked before yanking of his own pants, leaving him in his birthday suit, with a large erection sticking out. Lucifer went down on all four and spread Constantine's legs apart. He then started licking up the human sorcerer's legs, shifting from one leg to another as he went up and reached the crotch area. He breathed heavily for a moment as he looked at the cock before he started slowly licking the testicles. Constantine winced and gasped a little as he felt Lucifer's wet hot tongue slither away on his balls. Lucifer licked up Constantine's hard throbbing dick. His tongue actually wrapped around the cock and began jerking him of.
"Fuck me! This is why you've ruined blowjobs with humans for me." Constantine growled.
"Aw. I'm sorry the rest of your kind suck so much at sucking. Unlike me." Lucifer bragged before kissing the tip of Constantine's scepter. A little semen started dripping out of the dickhole. "My. Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?" Lucifer asked, grabbing the cock with his hand. He licked the white substance of, slowly with a delightful expression. He then took the cock into his mouth and began to slowly suck on it. Constantine gasped and moaned, grabbing some of the rubber ducks and squeezing them. Lucifer sucked expertly on the cock, as his tongue wrapped around the hard flesh, slithering around it. His tongue even slipped out of the mouth and got a lick of Constantine's balls. And then he came, filling Lucifer's mouth with cum, that he swallowed before it spilled out of his mouth. Lucifer pulled his mouth away from the cock, a string of semen and saliva sticking onto the tip and his mouth. "Sweet and salty. Just like you." The king of Hell said before seductively licking his mouth.
"You happy? Now I'm empty." Constantine scolded.
"No worries," Lucifer said, grabbing Constantine's balls. His hand glowed for a second and he told his lover, "There. You've been refilled." He said and started making his way up to Constantine's face, licking his surfboard abs and chest along the way. "And soon," He said as he reached the beck, biting it. "It'll be your turn." He said before making out with Constantine, the latter not carrying that Lucifer's mouth was covered with his own juices. He then sat up and pulled Constantine up with him. He was on his knees while Constantine was sitting down, directing his head to his cock.
"I fucking hate you," Constantine dryly told Lucifer.
"I know. But you love my body even more." Lucifer replied with a grin.
"Yeah," Constantine replied and started sucking on Lucifer's dick.
"Oh yes!" Lucifer cried out, grabbing Constantine's back. His nails dug into Constantine's back as the latter relentlessly sucked him of. Constantine shoved two fingers up Lucifer's asshole, which caught him of guard, making him cum prematurely, filling Constantine's mouth, puffing up his checks. He swallowed with a loud gulp and licked his lips.
"You came too early." Constantine mockingly said.
"Well, what the fuck did you expect? You caught me of guard when you shoved your fingers up my ass!" Lucifer spat.
"You told me to be rough, so …" With that said, Constantine grabbed Lucifer and roughly tossed him onto the pile of rubber ducks.
"John" Lucifer gasped, looking behind him with an excited look.
SMACK!
"Oh!" The king of Hell gasped with pleasure after Constantine smacked his ass. "Now we're talking." He said with a grin. Constantine then grabbed Lucifer's hips and pulled them towards him. He positioned his erect cock at Lucifer's anal hole and shoved it in. "Ooooooh John! Yeeeeeeesss!" Lucifer cried out with pleasure as Constantine started thrusting in and out of him. Lucifer smiled widely, eyes half open and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He felt Constantine's hands on his back, sinking their nails into his skin. "Aaaaaaah! Johnny, you fucking animal!"
"Well, you had to refill my sack!" Constantine retorted.
His hand then reached around Lucifer's waist, grabbing his still erect cock and started jerking him off. He then grabbed Lucifer by his now messy hair, pulled his head back as he leaned over and kissed him. Now he was thrusting Lucifer anally, while jerking him of and making out at the same time. Lucifer reached out to held the back of Constantine's head as they made out. After a good many thrusts, Constantine came inside of Lucifer, while the latter sprayed his own juices from being jerked off.
FIN
Lucifer laid down on his back, smiling delightfully, with Constantine laying next to him. He took out a pack of smokes to light one.
"You may have rid yourself of your cancer by tricking Satan," Lucifer told his lover, laying on the side. "But that doesn't mean you're immune all of a sudden. Your cancer could very well return."
"Why does that bother you? It just means I'll get to Hell faster and I'll spend eternity being one of your fuck buddy." Constantine retorted as he took a blow.
"True," Lucifer said, then grabbed the cigarette and took a whiff. "Of course, when you do become a permanent resident down here, you won't have to suffer too much. I'll make sure none of the many parasites who has it out for you will ever lay a finger on ya. Just as long as I get to fuck you whenever I want."
"Yeah, yeah." Constantine retorted with an annoyed expression, crossing his arms. "So that will be my eternal punishment? Being your sex slave."
"It isn't slavery if you enjoy it," Lucifer said as he wrapped an arm around Constantine and started stroking his hair with his fingers. "You should be honored that you're one of few men that I allow to fuck me up the ass. I mean, how many mortals can brag about fucking the King of Hell himself?"
"Believe me, it's not something I brag about." Constantine dryly told him.
/
Jump City, the T-Tower
Cyborg and Raven were in the common room, waiting for the rest of the gang.
"Think we should also upgrade our looks?" Cyborg asked.
"What for?" Raven asked.
"No reason. Just thought we'd join the bandwagon." Cyborg replied.
"Nothing wrong with how we currently look," Raven told him.
"I know. But I have been thinking of upgrading my cybernetics and build in a jetpack." Cyborg replied. "I'd be like Iron-Man."
"Except, you wouldn't be. Iron-Man wears a mecha suit. You're honestly a one of a kind." Raven dryly said.
"Yeah? Thanks Rae. That's nice of ya." Cyborg replied, sincerely.
"Hey guys," Terra said as she entered the room, sporting her new Titans outfit. She was wearing a brown one piece with yellow outlines, and a light brown jacket, complete with boots and fingerless gloves. She was also wearing her goggles from when she first met the Titans. "Like my new outfit?" She asked, holding her arms out.
"You look really good." Raven said.
"Thanks," Terra said, blushing. "Now I see the appeal of why you don't wear pants, Raven." She commented, making the goth girl blush too.
"I gotta say, jackets will always look cool on superheroes." Cyborg replied.
"Do I even deserve to call myself a hero after all the things I did?" Terra asked, fidgeting her fingers.
"You sacrificed yourself to save all of Jump City. That's one million lives you saved. I think you've redeemed yourself." Raven assured, earning a smile from the blonde.
"Agreed," Spoke Robin's voice as he entered the room with a completely different outfit.
"Wow, Rob. Now that's … black." Cyborg commented. The new outfit was a pitch black full body jump suit with a utility belt and a blue bird on the chest with it's wings spread out.
"It's not Robin anymore. I've been using that title for too long. It's about time I distance myself from Batman for real this time and get a new title. From now on, I'm going by the name Nightwing." He declared.
"Like what Starfire saw in the future," Raven commented.
"What now?" Terra asked.
"Don't ask," Raven retorted.
"You all look glorious!" Starfire cheerfully said as she entered the room in her new outfit … Which made everyone drop their jaws to the floor. "Do you like my new look? I've been working on it for a while and it is finally finished. It was about time I changed attire. My old one was becoming undignifying to wear at my age." She said as she spun around so everyone could get a good look … And boy, what a look it was.
(She's wearing the iconic V-kini from the comic)
"… Well … If anything, our enemies will be distracted during a battle." Cyborg commented.
"What do you mean?" Starfire asked.
"Star … is this really the outfit you wanna go with?" Nightwing carefully asked.
"Why yes. Do you … not like it?" She asked.
"I do," Nightwing sheepishly replied.
"I bet he does," Cyborg whispered into Raven's ear, earning an elbow to the side, which she winced at as she only hurt herself.
"It's just … How do I explain this?" Nightwing wondered. "Some might think what you're wearing is … inappropriate." He carefully explained.
"Oh that," Starfire said with realization. "I don't care about that." She said with a cheerful smile, making everyone throw a WTF look at her. "This is what I want to wear. What everyone else in the world might think, that's their problem. Besides, my people draws power from the sun. The more skin I expose to it's rays, the stronger I get."
"Like Superman?" Cyborg asked.
"Yes. Like Superman." Starfire replied.
"Well … if you really do wanna wear this as your super suit … then we won't talk you out of it." Nightwing assured. But still clearly a bit uncomfortable about it all.
Starfire pulled her spouse into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, Dick! I'm so happy you accepted this!" She cheerfully cried out.
"Uh, Star. He's turning blue." Cyborg pointed out, getting her to let Nightwing go.
"Dick?" Terra asked.
"Oh yeah. I never told you my real name." Nightwing realized. "Yeah. It's Dick. But I'm not really sure I should tell you my surname."
"I understand that. Despite everything … I did still betray you all." Terra said, understandably.
"You'll earn my trust eventually," Nightwing replied. "Now come on. We got a Titan killer to catch." He said and went over to the enormous TV screen, typing on the keyboard and reveal the footage from the surveillance camera that caught Garfield's murder. It showed a freeze frame of the woman who shot him. "Her name is Rose Wilson. Better known as Ravager. She's Slade daughter."
"Jesus," Cyborg said under his breath.
"Yeah. Her killing Garfield was purely personal." Nightwing pointed out. "She covered her tracks really good. But unfortunately for her, we have access to every security camera on the globe."
"Courtesy of yours truly." Cyborg bragged, holding up the peace sign.
The big screen then showed an image of an airport and of a woman wearing shades, a hat and had red hair. "Ravager is good at covering her tracks. But she didn't take into account that every human has a different shaped skull. Small as it may be, it is enough to tell a difference between every person on the planet. And this woman on the screen has a skull shape that matches perfectly with Ravager's." He said as the computer showed an image of Ravager onscreen, which then pulled a 3D model from both pictures, merging them together, showing that they match.
"Then there's the shape of their faces and nose." Cyborg pointed out. "Seriously. Why do people keep thinking a wig and shades is enough to trick everyone?"
"Maybe she should've tried wearing regular glasses and change her haircut instead." Nightwing jokingly said.
"The fuck's that suppose to mean?" Cyborg asked.
"Nothing." Nightwing replied and went back to business. "This footage was taken yesterday in Markovia." Nightwing pointed and turned to Terra, noticing her mute 'fuck' she muttered. "If you're too uncomfortable to come with us, we won't judge you for it."
"I promised that I would help bring Garfield's killer to justice. And that's what I'm gonna do. I'll stomach it." Terra declared, showing no hint of hesitation.
"Good," Nightwing said. "Everyone, gear up. We're going to Europe."
/
Pentagram City
Moxxie sighed as he and Millie stood before an emporium, which read Rosie's Emporium, with Franklin next to Rosie, which had been crossed out.
"That's interesting," Moxxie said with a curious expression.
"What is?" Millie asked.
"Franklin's been crossed out. Wonder if she was finally sacked." Moxxie said. He then let out a sigh. "Well, here goes. You're about to meet the woman who raised me."
"Oh, I hope I make a good first impression." Millie commented, looking nervous. A sight rarely seen from the one-man-army woman.
"Relax. My mother isn't as stingy and uptight as most nobles. She did adopt an imp and raised him as her own." Moxxie assured her, making her feel more at ease. "Let's go." He said, guiding his wife to the entrance … With Blitz close behind, wearing a trench coat, hat and shades, as well as a large news paper that he held up to further cover his disguise.
"Shades and hat. Never fails." The IMP boss said with glee.
"Hey Blitz." A random imp said, walking by.
"Hey Ted," Blitz replied, then had a look of realization. "Damn it," He hissed.
M&M entered the store, ringing a bell as they opened the door. On the counter was a hellcat managing the register. She was of a leopard kind, as her yellow fur and spots would suggest and had long orange hair. Even though she was on duty and she clearly heard someone entering the emporium, she wouldn't take her nose of off her phone.
"Um, excuse me…" Moxxie said, leaning over to see her name tag. "Candie."
"Sup?" Candie asked.
"… We're here to see Rosie. Could you be so kind and tell her Moxxie is here." The small imp said, confused by her word choice.
"Nah," Candie said, shaking her head. "The boss is working and made it very clear to not bother her."
"See here, missy." Millie said, going into the offensive.
"Relax, Millie." Moxxie said, holding his wife back. "Is perhaps Penzi available then?"
"Oh yeah. She never said she was busy. Just a sec." Candie said, getting a satisfied smile from Mox. "Yo! Boss! You have visitors!" She shouted loudly, getting a cringed expression from Moxxie.
"No thank you!" Cried another female voice from the other room. "I don't want anymore don't want anymore sex hungry fans, desperate exs or stalkers with insane obsession with my legs!"
"And what about family?!" Moxxie cried back with a smile.
The doors to the other room opened, revealing a succubus with blue hair. She was insanely tall too. She had to really hunch down to get through the doors. "Moxxie?" She said in disbelief, mixed with joy.
"Hello Penzi." Moxxie said with a wide smile.
"Oh, Moxxie." Penzi said as she came out of the room and nearly rushed over to the tiny imp. And boy was she tall. She had got be at least ten feet tall. Millie was flabbergasted at her stature. She had to really kneel down to hug Moxxie.
"Good to see you again," Moxxie said, hugging the succubus back. "You're as tall as I remember." He said as he released her and locked eyes with her.
"And you're clearly still not eating enough." Penzi replied. "You're as thin as ever."
"I'm at a healthy weight, you know." Moxxie retorted. "Oh, right. I forgot." He said and pulled Millie up to his side. "This is Millie … She's my wife. Millie, this is Penzi, my sister."
"Your wife? Oh, now you've really made your big sister happy." Penzi replied, smiling down at Millie. "A pleasure to meet you, Millie. My name is Pen Z. Skirtz. But everyone calls me Penzi." She said, attempting to shake Millie's hand. But the female imp was just staring up at the insanely tall woman. It was kinda awkward.
"Millie?" Moxxie asked, a bit concerned.
"Tall … Very tall." Millie muttered.
"Same reaction every time," Penzi replied, dryly.
"Forgive her, sister. She's usually far more compose." Moxxie assured.
Eventually, Millie snaps out of it. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I uh … got a little carried away." She sheepishly said.
"It's okay. I'm used to this reaction." Penzi assured.
"So where's mother? I would very much like to see her." Moxxie said, breaking the ice.
"Oh right. She's at her office. You remember where it is?" Penzi asked.
"Of course," Moxxie replied and lead Millie in the direction. "We'll catch up later, okay?" He asked.
"I'd hold it against you if we didn't." Penzi replied.
"Uh, what did that little guy said just now?" Candie asked, curiously.
"You didn't hear anything," Penzi sternly told her, towering over the teenager, looking down upon her with inscrutable sneer.
"I didn't hear anything!" Candie quickly replied, looking back down in fear.
M&M made their way down a hallway until they reached a door that read 'Rosie's Office.' "This is it. I'm going to see my mom again." Moxxie said with much joy in his expression. He inhaled deeply before knocking.
"Penzi, I said I didn't want to be disturbed." Spoke a woman on the other side, who was focused on drawing her latest design.
"It's not Penzi, mom."
The overlord Rosie shot her head from her work to the door and rushed over to it. When she opened it, she was pleasantly surprised to see her only child stand before her.
"Hi mother." Moxxie said, waving awkwardly up at her.
Rosie gasped, dropped to her knees and pulled him into a hug. "My baby boy." She silently said.
"I'm sorry I haven't visit in so many years. I was … occupied." Moxxie said, trying to keep his tears from falling. He pulled away and looked into Rosie's face. "I've missed you."
"Not nearly as much as I've missed you." Rosie said, placing her hands on his cheeks. "We have so much to catch up on."
"Yeah. For start, I wanna introduce you to someone." Moxxie said and went and grabbed Millie's hand. "Mother, this is Millie … She's my wife."
"Hi," Millie carefully said, waving up at the taller demon.
"Your … wife?" Rosie said, suddenly looking hurt. "You got married and didn't invite me?"
Moxxie suddenly looked guilty and horrified. "Oh no. It's not like that. We got married in the spur of the moment … so to speak. It's a long story."
"One I will gladly hear!" Blitz said, suddenly popping up.
"What the-?! What're you doing here?!" Moxxie cried out in annoyance and embarrassment.
"So this is the woman who taught my employee his ABC?" Blitz said, waltzing over to the Overlord. "The name's Blitz. The O is-"
WHACK!
He didn't get to finish as a high heeled covered foot kicked him in the back, sending him into the room and into Rosie's supplies.
"My apologies, Ms. Rosie. I tried to stop him. But he's surprisingly slippery." Penzi said as she held her foot up in a kicking pose. Candie was behind her with a baseball bat.
"Mother, Penzi," Moxxie said, begrudgingly as he took a deep breath. "This is Blitz. My boss."
"Helluva boss you got there," Candie said.
"You invited your boss?" Rosie asked.
"I did not. I never do, yet he insists on invading our privacy!" Moxxie growled, glaring at Blitz who was crawling out of the mess.
"Fuck. What hit me?" Blitz asked, rubbing his sore head. "Oh yeah. As I was saying, name's Blitz. The O is silent." He said, waltzing over to Rosie to shake her hand.
"What do you think you are doing here, sir?!" Moxxie spat, getting between him and Rosie.
"What? I just wanted to meet your mommy and hear your embarrassing baby stories and see your baby pictures. Is that so wrong?" Blitz asked, nonchalant.
Moxxie's eye twitched. "YES!" He shouted.
"Well, agree to disagree." Blitz waved of.
"Oh, so you wanna see my son's baby pictures?" Rosie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, he doesn't!" Moxxie cried out in horror.
"Oh, yes I do!" Both Blitz and Millie cried out as they leaned over Moxxie, forcing him to the floor.
Rosie raised a hand, and suddenly, a photo album poofed out the thin air, which read 'Moxxie Year One' on it. "Moxxie's first year. I took at least one picture everyday throughout his childhood." She said, handing the photo over to the duo, who had stars in their eyes.
"Mother! Why?!" Moxxie cried out.
"Consider this your punishment for not contacting me for so long. I can understand your father. But me? The woman who spent endless hours comforting you at night when you woke me up from crying, fed you, changed you, taught you how to walk and spell? You broke your mother's black heart." Rosie dramatically said, holding a tissue to her eye, fake crying.
"Shame you Mox. You broke your mother's heart!" Blitz spat with an Italian accent. Then he looked back down in the album, where the first picture was the one Penzi took of the family when Moxxie was brought into their lives. "I'm still processing the fact that the fucking Radio Demon used to wipe Moxxie's ass."
"Shame and restraints is a foreign languish to you, isn't it, sir?" Moxxie said with a deadpan expression.
/
Somewhere else in Pentagram
"Why are we doing this in the middle of the day?" Garfield asked.
"There're less customers during the day. You won't have to fight that many for the slut you wanna fuck." Angel Dust replied. The two were standing in front of a very large brothel that read 'Valentino's Funhouse XXX' "Sides, there're also less succubus and incubus here at daytime to drool over yer virgin soil."
"Losing my virginity to a sex worker was not how I planned things." Garfield lamented.
"You dissing on sex workers?" Angel asked, offended.
"No. Of course not. I just … wanted my first time to be with someone special." Gar replied, solemnly.
"Let me tell ya something. There ain't nothing special about yer first time. Yer gonna screw up. Yer lover's gonna hate every second of it. But that's expected. Despite what ya read in those crappy fan fics, the first time is always shit. You don't become an expert fucker on the first try. You have to do it many times over and get better at it." Angel explained.
"Got it," Garfield replied.
"Now let's go. We may be immortals. But the longer we wait, the faster the sluts inside will get tired." Angel said, pushing Garfield to the entrance where a very large hellhound stood guard. A rottweiler. "Marv, baby, hey!" Angel said cheerfully.
"Angel," Marv, as the hellhound was called, replied. "Who's your new friend?"
"This is Garfield Logan. The fallen hero from the news." Angel replied.
"Oh yeah." Marv replied. "Been in Hell for just a few days, kid, and already you've made a big name for a friend." He said and turned his attention back to Angel. "Is he any good?"
"He's still virgin. We're planing on rectify that right now." Angel replied.
"You're bringing a virgin into Val's brothel? Do you have any idea how many of our workers are succubus and incubus? They'll eat him alive." Marv explained.
"Wait, what?" Garfield asked with a worried expression.
"I know. That's why I've booked him with Apple." Angel replied.
"She can be pretty rough too." Marv replied with a grin and looked down on Garfield. "Good luck kid. Yer gonna need it."
"Again, what?" Garfield asked, but Angel pushed him in through the doors. The inside was a large dance floor with a round bar at the center, along with several other bars to the sides and tables and chairs. Rush hour was still hours away. So it wasn't as lively. But there were still a few dozen workers there. And the moment Garfield entered the building, all the succubi and incubi reacted to his virgin scent. They turned their gaze towards him, making him look uncomfortable. "Uh, Angel … Why are everyone looking at me like a tiger staring down a helpless prey?"
"Because you are a prey to these sex maniacs." Angel replied. "Their kinds are drawn to virgins like moths to light."
"Hey there, handsome." Spoke a succubus who made her way over to them. "You here to give up your innocence?"
"Back of slut. I saw him first." Another succubus intervened.
"You bitches don't even know if he wants pussy." And incubus said, getting too close for Garfield's comfort.
"I'm … straight," Garfield sheepishly said, looking frightened.
"Are you sure?" The extremely good looking incubi asked and tried to cup a feel.
"Angel! Help!" Garfield cried out and got behind the tall spider man.
"Alright, back of, sluts!" Angel spat, bringing out his Tommy gun, making everyone back away. "I know yer kind has less self control when in the presence of a virgin! And I ain't shamming yos for it! But that doesn't mean I'll let ya commit assault! So back of or I'll give you all new holes fer your lovers to penetrate!" He warned.
"That's messed up, Angel." Garfield commented.
"I already booked him with Apple. So piss of," Angel told the group and they all dispersed with a loud "Aw!" Angel turned his attention back to Garfield. "Ya okay?" He asked and Garfield nodded. "Good. Think you're still up fer this?"
"Well, I've come this far. So…"
"Then come on," Angel told him and lead him up a flight of stairs. "Up here is the VIP, where only the best sluts works. So it's also for the riches fuckers to get laid."
"Wow. Then that means this girl you're setting me up with must be really expensive." Garfield objected.
"Oh, pull that stick out of yer ass." Angel told him as they reached a door with an apple on it. "I'm covering fer ya."
"Word?"
"Word." Angel replied and knocked on the door. "So just chill already. You've been stiff the whole trip."
A second later, the door opened, revealing a short yet cute young succubus with blond messy hair, tied in a tail. She wore white undergarments with knee high stocking and heels, complete with a fur jacket.
"Angel, baby." The succubus said, greeting Angel with a smile.
"Apple," Angel said, returning the smile. The two gave each light pecks on each others cheeks. "How's work been today?"
"Eh. The usual. Sad sacks who are disappointed with their marriages, skinny or fat dorks who think they're better than they really are, but can't even make it past second base." Apple begrudgingly said in a deep southern accent.
"Well, have I treat fer yos?" Angel said and pulled Garfield into view. "This is Garfield. The client I set you up with." Angel cheerfully said.
Apple suddenly swallowed. "You didn't say he was a virgin." She told Angel.
"I wanted it be a surprise. Sides, I owe ya for covering fer me a while back. So now we're even." Angel told her and turned to Garfield. "Well, Garfy, I leave you in Apple's capable hands." He said pushing him into Apple's arms. "I'll be down at the studio." Angel waved of and went back downstairs.
"H-hi. My name is Garfield. But you already know that." He said and suddenly felt stupid for saying that.
Author's Warning: Yes. We're getting another sex scene already. You may skip this part of you like. Also, there will be fetishes involved in this scene. You have been warned.
"Apple," The small succubus said and pulled Garfield inside, shutting the door. The room was a suite with a queen sized bed against the wall, a BDSM rack and an open cabinet with all kinds of sex toys.
"So, as you know, this is my first time. So I'm not how to-oof!" He cried out when Apple suddenly pushed him onto the bed.
"Hush," She said, taking of her jack, dropping it to the floor. "First of all, don't talk so much." She said as she got on top of him, making him stiff and blush. She leaned over and kissed him, hands roaming free up his torso while he was laying perfectly still. "Oh come on. I know this is yer first time, sugar. But Ah ain't gonna do all the hard work. Let your hands roam a little. Touch me in places you wanna touch."
"… You want me to…?" Garfield said, nervously.
"What? Don't tell me you've never imagined how to touch a gal." Apple asked, teasingly.
"Of course I've imagined it." Garfield replied, sheepishly.
"Then go on that. This is a place where people can just let their wildest imaginations lose. So let lose sugar." She told him, leaning very close to his face, smiling wickedly.
Acting on instinct, Garfield raised his hands and started stroking up Apple's thighs to her panty clad ass. Satisfied that he got him started, she went back to kissing him, sticking her tongue out to get access to his mouth, which he eventually granted.
'Ugh. Virgins are all the same. He can't even make out properly. But it'll be worth it if he get his virgin essence.' She thought. Suddenly, she felt Garfield grab her panties and pull the up into a wedgie. "Wow!" She cried out in surprise.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry." Garfield apologized. "I got … carried away."
"… Dude … Do you have a … fetish for that kind of thing?" She asked, giving him a curious expression.
"… Maybe," He admitted, looking super embarrassed.
"… This is a first," Apple said.
"You think I'm a freak, don't ya?" Garfield asked. But that only made Apple give him a raised eyebrow.
"Sugar, Ah've dealt with sickos with some of the most deprived fetish and kinks anyone's ever heard of. You have no idea what a freak is." Apple told him, shaking her head. "Besides, this is Hell. Freaks are the norm. A wedgie fetish is nothing by comparison. And Ah don't fetish shame either. And besides … how do you know Ah'm not into that sort of thing?" She asked, giving him a seductive smile.
"Uh, what?" He asked, surprised.
"Do Ah need to spell it out to you?" Apple asked. "Give me a real pull, sugar." She instructed him. Garfield was surprised at first. He did not expect her to actually want this. So who was he to deny his lover? He reached to her ass again, grabbed the panties and pulled. "Ah!" Apple gasped.
"Did … did you just let out a pleasure moan?" Garfield asked in disbelief.
"Looks like we're both equally freaky then," Apple declared with a grin.
"… Never in a million years did I expect to meet a woman who'd get turned on by this." Garfield commented.
"It's kinda like BDSM. Ah enjoy a little pain during sex." She said and started removing Garfield's shirt. The scars where he was shot by Rose Wilson were clearly visible. "That how you died?" She asked, he nodded. "Sorry that yer life was cut short so soon. But here. Let little Apple Pie here make it worth while." She said and rose up so she could easier remove her bra, dropping it and exposing her titties. Garfield instantly looked away. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Oh. Uh … Sorry. Reflex." He apologized.
"First time seeing a pair o tits? I mean, fer real that is."
"Well no … I did walk into my friend's room one time without knocking …" He admitted and looked mighty embarrassed.
"Haven't we all made that mistake?" Apple sarcastically said. "Well, I'm not your friend. So …" She then grabs Garfield's hands, pulls them up to her chest and puts the palms of his hand on them. "I know my boobs aren't exactly big. But-."
"Don't worry about it," He cut her of, enjoying the feeling.
Only problem now is that Apple can feel the bulge from his pants press against her panty clad pussy. 'Shit,' She thought. 'If I don't act now, he'll ejaculate prematurely and I lose my chance of claiming his virginity.' She moved down a but and began unzipping his pants. When she pulled down his pants along with his shorts, she was met with a towering surprise when his hard erection popped up like when stepping a rake. Her eyes went wide at the sheer size of it, her mouth hanging agape and drool dripping from the side of her mouth. "Sweet mother of Satan! How do you stuff that into yer pants?!" She blurted out.
"You're not afraid, are ya?" He asked.
"N-no. Of course not. Ah was jus … caught of guard." She said as her hand touched the enormous dick. 'Who am I kidding? Ah've never had something this big inside of me.' She thought, nervous for the first time. 'But Ah've never been scared of a challenge. Here goes.' She removed her undies before positioning herself above his oversized cock. "Ready to have your cheery popped?" She asked.
"The heartbeat on my throbbing dick says I am." He commented, which only made Apple role her eyes. But then she lowered herself onto him.
"Oh fuck!" She winced as the cock tore through her pussy like battering ram. But instinct made her continue. She could feel his virgin purity fill her own being as she started thrusting back and forth. It was painful to have a dick this large inside of her. But she couldn't stop herself. The essence that she was extracting from Garfield's being made her lose her mind and she ignored the pain, gasping and moaning as she thrust back and forth. Garfield mistook it for pleasure moans. But she was moaning in pain.
"OH SHIT!" Gar cried out as he suddenly came.
FIN
Apple could finally stop as his cum filled her insides. She pulled out and laid next to her. 'Not even a couple dozen thrusts, and already he came. Oh well. At least he lasted longer than most virgins. And I got his virginity.' She thought.
"That was …" Garfield started, but paused, unable to find the right words. "… not how I expected it to go."
"Don't feel bad, sugar. It was yer first time. Ya'll get better with time the more ya fuck." She assured him and went for the drawer next to the bed. "Sides, claiming yer virginity was worth it. Bad sex is always worth it."
"Why do your kind love virgins so much? Don't you prefer more experienced lovers?" He asked.
"I'm sorry. Mah kind?" Apple asked, turning her head back to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, nonononono! I didn't mean it like that!" He frantically cried out.
"Just kidding," She replied with a smirk. "But ta answer yer question," She said as she laid back on her back, now with a joint in her hand and a lighter in the other, "virgins has a purity within their beings my kind can absorb. Their essence is what we're after. Not the sex itself. It nourishes our beings, way more than none virgins." She said and took a whiff from the joint
"How does that work?" Gar asked.
"Well Ah don't know. It's just the way we work." Apple retorted.
"Okay then," Garfield replied, dropping the subject. "So … how was I compared to other virgins?"
"You sucked," Apple blatantly replied. "But you sucked less than most virgins." She added.
"Wanna teach me how to be good in the sack?" Garfield suddenly asked.
"Ah'm sorry. What?" Apple asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I want any future lovers I have to enjoy it as much I do. And you seem pretty experience yourself. What do ya say?" Garfield asked.
"Ah ain't cheap," Apple warned him.
"I can make the money," He promised.
"If ya say so," She said, looking skeptical. "But sure. Ah'll teach ya how to properly please a woman."
"Great," He replied with a satisfied smile.
"Want some?" Apple asked, offering her joint. But he looked skeptical about it. "Aw, come on, sugar. Yer in Hell now. This stuff is perfectly legal in any corner of all the Seven Rings."
"Oh, it was legal in the state I was from." Garfield assured. "It's just my team leader forbade us from ever doing that stuff. Or even drinking alcohol. Said we needed to stay sharp at all times in case of an emergency."
"Well, yer ain't part of that team anymore. Down here, we'll forever have a reason to sin. It's what everybody craves." Apple pointed out.
Garfield took the joint and hold it in front of his face, still hesitant. "Never done something like this before. So I am nervous I guess."
"Well, ya nev'r had sex before until now either, so …" Apple pointed out.
"Fair point." Gar replied and just put the joint in his mouth and took a deep blow. He looked nauseous before couching. Apple couldn't help but chuckle. "That's nasty," He admitted. But then his eyes widen as the hallucinations started to kick in. He saw the walls dissolve and suddenly, the bed was floating in the intro to the Twilight Zone.
"What'cha seein?" Apple asked.
Garfield didn't reply. He just brought the blanket up to his chest, turned to Apple and said, "We are all pawns in the game of life."
"… Dude, yer fucking weak." Apple told him.
/
Rosie's Emporium
"And that's about it," Moxxie finished his story to his mother. The two were currently sitting in a harden located in the back of the emporium, drinking tea.
"You've certainly been through a lot, haven't you?" Rosie said.
"More than I'm willing to share," Moxxie replied. "So … we've talked about what I've been doing for the past decade. What about you? I hear you've expanded your business quite a bit."
"Oh yes. We've set up a boutique in the Lust Ring. Getting a lot of request for less … modest attire, as you can imagine." Rosie admitted.
"Surprised you'd agree to that," Moxxie said.
"It's worth the money we're making. It helps further expand my business across the other Rings." Rosie replied with a satisfied smile before taking a zip from her teacup.
"I bet it does." Moxxie replied. "So … I noticed Franklin's name has been crossed out on the sign to the emporium. What's that about?"
"Oh, poor Franklin was a victim to the latest Extermination." Rosie said with a mournful expression.
"Oh no. Really?" Moxxie asked, looking sad.
"Yes." Rosie confirmed, looking down with a sad expression.
"That is quite a loss," Moxxie replied, looking down at his tea.
"A very heavy loss indeed." Rosie replied.
The mother son were silent for a few moments, hanging their heads, before looking back up at each other and then they burst out laughing.
"How were you able to say all that with a straight face?" Rosie asked.
"Please. You saw all my school plays. There's a reason why I was given all the major roles." Moxxie bragged, chest out.
"Bragging is unbecoming of you." Rosie told him.
"Hey Rosie!" Blitz shouted, popping out from the store.
"What? I'm trying to reconnect with my son." Rosie retorted, clearly annoyed.
"I gotta keep this," Blitz just said, holding up a photo of baby Moxxie, sleeping with a horse plushie that was even bigger than he was.
"Sir! Knock that of!" Moxxie cried out, jumping of off his chair and rushed over to him. "Give me that!" He demanded, trying to snatch the photo from his boss.
"Nope." Blitz said, keeping the photo from his reach. "It's mine now. I claim it in the name of Blitz."
As they two were struggling, Rosie just smiled and said, "So nice to have Moxxie back home and his friends over."
Millie then showed up with the album. "Thanks for this," She said. "Seeing Moxxie as a baby has made mah day." She said, dreamily.
"You're welcome," Rosie replied. "So, my son tells me you two met in college."
"That's right." Millie replied. "I protected him from all the bullies."
"I seem to recall you started out as one of my bullies," Moxxie told her while struggling to get the photo back from Blitz, who was effortlessly holding onto it.
"Aw come on, Moxx. I sad I was sorry." Millie said, giving her husband an apologetic smile.
"Well, you did defend me from the other bullies eventually. So you're long forgiven." Moxxie replied, still struggling to get the photo back from Blitz. But the latter would not budge.
"So I hear you were the one who gave Moxxie his special guns." Millie said to Rosie, which was enough for Moxxie to drop what he was doing and fell the ground.
"Why yes. I had them custom made specifically for my boy. He's always been quite the shooter." Rosie replied with a smile.
"You don't need to tell me. I've seen the way he shoots, both in the field and in bed." Blitz replied.
"Blitz!" Moxxie barked.
"You do take good care of those guns I gave you, Moxxie? They were not cheap and came straight from the heart." Rose said, which only made Moxxie look nervous. He was thinking back to when Deadshot stole his guns back in Arkham.
"Of course," He said, smiling sheepishly. "I take very good care of them because they were a gift from you."
"May I see them?" Rosie asked, which made Moxxie jump a little.
"Oh … I uh … left them back home." He said, sweating a little.
"What? You never go anywhere without-" Moxxie interrupted Millie by covering her mouth.
"Well, there's a first time for everything. Can I see you over here for a minute?" He said, guiding Millie over to the bushes.
"Ew. In your mother's own garden? Shame on you, Moxxie." Blitz told him.
Once out of earshot, Moxxie explained. "I lost those guns. Deadshot stole them back in Arkham."
"Oh shit," Millie said, realizing the situation.
"Yeah. I have to go back and get them." Moxxie explained.
"Blitz ain't never gonna let you do something that risky just to get a pair of guns back," Millie said.
"I know. Which is why I need you to distract him while I … swallow my pride and ask Loona for help." He begrudgingly replied, imagining the smug look on the hellhound's face when he goes to ask her.
"I'll help. But you could also tell your mama." Millie suggested.
"No!" Moxxie hissed. "I don't wanna hurt her feelings. I'd rather go back up to Earth, get my guns back and make sure no one notices."
"Fine. Just leave Blitz to me. I know him well enough to know how to distract him for a long period of time." Millie said.
Suddenly they heard their boss burst out laughing. "That's fucking hysterical!" He cried out after having just heard a story from Rosie. "Hey, Millie! Did you know when Moxxie got his first bicycle, it took him six months to finally learn how to ride it?! Even with support wheels! Ahahahaha!"
Moxxie glared at his boss while Millie stiffed a chuckle.
/
Somewhere else in Pentagram
"Stupid Angel, making me walk home." Garfield grumbled. "He could've at least given me cab money. Oh, what do I care? I can fly." He said, looking up, only to see a large number of flying beasts in the air. Not just wyverns. But other monsters known in legends and myths, along with creatures he's never seen before. "… I need to stretch my legs anyways." He declared as he walked through a neighborhood of suburban housing. And that's when it happened.
"Out of the way kid!"
Garfield heard a gruff voice growl, making him turn to a certain house that looked damaged. He saw a group of three adults standing in front of the house, with a small hellhound girl blocking the way with a baseball bat, that had several nails on it.
"You get out of the way!" The girl spat, ferociously swinging the bat at them.
"Oh-ho. Tough girl huh?" A female demon mockingly said.
"Look kid. We know your folks are dead. Just let us loot yer place and we'll leave ya alone. We don't like beating a kid. But we will if you keep making things hard for us." The other demon told her with a grin.
"Over my dead body!" The hellhound child growled.
"Alright," The lead demon said and so the three of them rushed her, pinning her to the ground and began beating her to a pulp.
Garfield was enraged by this. He jumped over the fence turned into a gorilla and knocked the three of off the girl in a single swoop. They were sent flying in several directions. The woman landed in a tree, where she got mauled by a pack of demon squirrels. The other down a sewer pipe that was left open by some plumbers. And the third landed on the electric cables, frying him.
Garfield reverted back to human and looked down at the now bloodied and bruised child who was crying.
"Are you okay, kid?" He asked, trying to get closer.
"Stay away from me!" She defensively barked, grabbing her bat, glaring at him.
"Easy," Garfield carefully said, raising his hands. "If I wanted to hurt you, don't you think I would've done it already? You saw what I did to those guys." The girl slowly dropped her bat. Maybe because she was calming down or maybe because she was weak from the beating. "What's your name?"
The girls sniffled. "A … Amaroq." She replied.
"I heard what they said," Garfield said, gesturing to the other demons. "You really lost your folks?" Amaroq looked down, trying to avoid answering that question and stay stoic and not show how much she was hurting. Gar sighed. "I lost my parents when I was eight. I know what you're going through."
"Yeah? Why do you even care?" Amaroq asks.
"What kind of monster doesn't care about a kid who's hurting?" Garfield asked.
"This is Hell. Monsters are the norm here." Amaroq pointed out.
"Well, consider me a break away from the norm then." Garfield said and walked over to her. "Now come on. Let's get you to a hospital and have you check up." He said, trying to pick her up. But she jerked away from him. "Hey come on. I'm only trying to help."
"I'm not leaving my home." She stubbornly told him and now he realized what she's on about.
"I see," He said. "You can't leave this house because of your connection to your folks. I went through the same phase after I lost my parents." He revealed. "Of course, I got kidnapped by punks who wanted to use my powers for their petty robberies. Me, I ain't gonna force you away from here. I'm just gonna stay here until I've convinced you to come with me."
"Well then you're gonna be here a long time. Because I'm never leaving this house." Amaroq declared.
"Whatever you say," Garfield retorted and brought out his phone, calling Charlie.
"Garfield? Where the heck are you?" Charlie asked on the other line.
"I was out with Angel Dust and I … have a bit of a situation here." Garfield replied.
"Did you get into another fight?" Charlie asked.
"No. But I have a question. What is Hell's child service like?" He asked, getting a pause.
"Why do you wanna know that?" Charlie asked, curious and concerned.
"I've run into an orphan. She needs someone to take care of her. And I seriously do not trust child service up on Earth. So I don't think I would trust them down here in Hell." Garfield explained.
"Oh no." Charlie said, feeling sorry for the girl. "Well, you were right to not trust our idea of child service. There's a reason so many orphans are living on the streets."
"… That's disturbing." Garfield replied with a disturbed look on his face. "We're at her house. I'll text you the address. But she's being very difficult. She refuse to leave." He said, looking at Amaroq, who growled at him as she stood by the door. "Be sure to bring a first aide too. She was beat up by some scumbags who trying to loot her house."
"I'm on my way." Charlie replied and hung up.
"I ain't going nowhere!" Amaroq cried out and opened the door and rushed inside, shutting the door and locking it.
Garfield sighed. "This is going to be a long night." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
/
Earth, Markovia
The Titans had arrived at the same airport Ravager was spotted.
"Okay, so according to the camera footage, Ravager took a cab from this airport." Cyborg explained. "I already hacked the system during the trip here. Got the license plates on the cab and the journal, which is downloaded digitally."
"Thank you modern science." Raven commented.
"Yeah. Markovia doesn't keep up with the rest of the world. But luckily they switched from old school journals to computer." Terra replied.
"Are you really okay with being here?" Nightwing asked.
"I'm fine, already. I've told you this." Terra retorted, starting to get annoyed.
"What if someone recognizes you?" Nightwing pushed on.
"I haven't been here since my preteens. I doubt people will recognize me as a 17 year old." Terra pointed out.
"Bingo," Cyborg replied. "I got where Ravager went with the cab." He said with a gleeful smirk.
"Nice going, Cy. Titans, let's go." Nightwing ordered and they moved out.
"Nightwing," Raven whispered to him. "We're being watched. Don't look around. But I can sense two guys from the bench eyeing. And not in a fan like way. I don't like how easy things are going right now."
"You suspect a trap?" Nightwing asked, she nodded. "Then we spring the trap." Nightwing suggested and continued walking.
Meanwhile, one of the two men Raven warned Nightwing about brought out his phone and made a call.
/
At a dark office somewhere in town, a phone on a desk rang. A hand picked it up and answered.
"Yeah?" A male voice spoke. "Yeah … Okay." The man said and hung up. "Well, you were right. They're here. And they brought the princess with them."
"I knew they'd follow me." Ravager said, stepping out of the shadows. "And I had a gut feeling they'd bring her too, like I said. And my gut feeling is always right." She said with a wicked grin.
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Hope you all liked that. And just so we're clear, I'm bisexual. You will be seeing male on male action along with female to female action. As well as straight couple action. And if anyone has a problem with that, just skip ahead. I'm not forcing anyone to read it. And yes. There will be fetish porn in this fic in the foreseeable future. You don't have to read that part either. And if anyone wants to kink shame me or fetish shame me for it, then we have nothing to talk about.
The OC's introduced here are as follow.
Pencil Skirtz, or Penzi. A ten foot tall succubus secretary that was created by my good friend, JP-Ryder, who is one of the masterminds of the greatest fan fic of all times, Luz Clawthorne.
Candie is parody of Wendy from Gravity Falls.
Amaroq is an orphan hellhound girl whom JumpZone helped me create. Someone whom Garfield can connect through how they both lost their parents at a young age.