AN: Welcome back to Shelluva Boss! When last we left off, the Immediate Murder Professionals were hired by the Shredder to kill the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for him. But after some hijinks ensue in New York City where a man on the street gets a bullet to the head and numerous Purple Dragons are brutally murdered, I.M.P is beaten by the heroes in a half shell in four-on-four combat and are taken back to the lair for further investigation. Meanwhile, Shredder has used the opportunity to steal Stolas's grimoire from Blitzo and is now plotting to use it to not just conquer Hell, but also Heaven and Earth in his quest for revenge with a new Foot Clan at his and two other Shredders' command. How has Ch'rell gathered so much power, and will the Turtles and I.M.P learn to get along in time to stop him? Tune in and find out, because I am so excited to write their dynamics.

Shelluva Boss

Chapter 2: Imps in Manhattan, Shredder in Hell

The Utrom Shredder vividly remembered how he was on the verge of victory before he was banished to Hell. Upon discovering an entire multiverse of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles who will always have a Shredder to defeat, Ch'rell vowed to wipe them all out in one fell swoop by destroying the world he dubbed Turtle Prime, the universe from which all versions of his reptilian enemies sprung. He was this close to killing the black-and-white versions of Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo that would lead to total multiversal genocide, not caring one bit that he would perish in the process as he would rather drag the Turtles to oblivion with him, but then the Technodrome he hijacked from the Shredder that freed him from Mor Gal Tal was turned on him and he was completely obliterated by its super-laser.

"In the time I spent here in Hell, ever since I was denied my opportunity to exterminate all Ninja Turtles across the multiverse, I have figured out ways to regain my former strength." Ch'rell narrated as he reminisced on his first appearance in the Pride Ring, from discovering his predecessor Oroku Saki and his successor the Cyber-Shredder, to forging alliances with other enemies of the Turtles and gaining allies in Hell like Fizzarolli, Verosika, and Sir Pentious through threatening them. "Through making alliances with two other individuals dubbing themselves the Shredder along with the Overlord Kavaxas, I have rebuilt my army out of this realm's damned denizens, including a few who share my hatred of those accursed reptiles."

In the present day, Ch'rell stood alongside the other two Shredders and Kavaxas as they towered over the Neo-Foot Clan. "Now that I have deceived that pitiful imp Blitzo and his cronies into killing the Turtles for me, I can now use Stolas Goetia's grimoire to bring the worlds of the living and the dead to their knees! Soon, I shall finally have my revenge and show those infernal turtles that meeting me was the biggest mistake of their life." Ch'rell then raised the grimoire to Hell's red sky and began laughing maniacally as he opened the book, eager to use its spells written down by the Ars Goetia demons to cause chaos.

"If you guys don't wake them up soon, I'm eating the last bagel." Raphael said a few hours after the Ninja Turtles had returned the demon assassins to their reservoir station lair, which had sustained heavy damage after a recent attack a few years ago.

"Hey, sleeping beauties, wake up," Michelangelo said to I.M.P. while waving his three-fingered hand in Blitzo's face. "We got things to do."

"And you have things to say." Leonardo said with his arms folded just as he saw Blitzo's lips move. "Wait, I think he's going to say something!"

"Oh yeah, Mom, you pour that maple syrup. All over my breakfast." Blitzo muttered sleepily to himself while lying on the Turtles' couch.

"Aw, he's dreaming of his mom." Donatello remarked as the demon assassin slowly woke up from being knocked out the previous night. "Guys, I think he's waking up!"

"Oh man, my neck really hurts." Blitzo murmured while rubbing his eyes awake. "What, did a fucking bee sting me or something?" When the imp's vision was clear, he quickly realized that not only was he still in the living world, but those turtles were holding him hostage.

"Hey, rise and shine!" Michelangelo greeted Blitzo with a smile. "How did you sleep last night?"

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Blitzo shrieked in terror, startling his teammates awake as his foul language reverberated throughout the lair, and the Turtles all gasped at his profanity.

"Hey, watch the potty mouth there, bub!" Raph yelled at Blitzo just as the two teams heard footsteps approaching.

"My sons, what is going on in here?" an anthropomorphic, gray-furred rat in brown robes asked as he entered the lair. "I have not heard language this foul since Raphael stubbed his toe that one time."

"You know, it stops being funny once everyone starts talking about it." Raph responded in embarrassment at that incident being brought up again.

"Uh, sir, what is going on here?" Moxxie asked as he, Millie, and Loona also began waking up. "And why do I still hear ringing?"

"Guys, we've been compromised!" Blitzo stammered in fright as he began frisking himself for the grimoire. "We need to go now!" However, rifling through his pockets, the imp slowly realized where he had left it. "Oooooooohhhhh dammit, I forgot I gave it to that guy."

"I am still completely lost here." The rat stated. "Who are these four you have brought to the lair?"

"Hey, I know you!" Millie said to the rat-man. "You're these guys' rat dad, aren't ya? The orange one told me a bit about you."

"Wait, that's your father?" Loona asked. "I honestly thought he would be a giant turtle man, too."

"I believe we should get some introductions out of the way." Leo stated before gesturing to himself, his brothers, and his father. "My name's Leonardo. These are my brothers Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo, and that's our master and father, Splinter."

"Wait, Leonardo, like the Renaissance artist or DiCaprio?" Moxxie asked before Blitzo got in his way.

"Well, you can call me Blitzo; the O is silent!" Blitzo introduced himself to the Turtles. "These are my two employees, Moxxie and Millie, and this is my daughter, Loona. You can call us the Immediate Murder Professionals!"

"Adopted, thank you very much." Loona corrected her imp father.

"Wait, murder professionals, as in killers for hire?" Donatello asked worriedly. "Who could've hired you to kill us?"

"Someone is out to kill you?!" Splinter yelled in protective rage before glaring at Blitzo, who gave the rat a smug smirk. "I'm keeping an eye on you, demon."

"Hey, we're assassins; there's a difference between that and just plain killers." Blitzo stated. "Allow me to explain in song form."

"Oh no, not the jingle." Moxxie groaned in disappointment before Blitzo blew into a pitch pipe and started singing.

"When you want somebody gone and you don't want to wait too long, call the Immediate Murder Professionals! Hand grenade or cyanide, we'll make it look like suicide, the Immediate Murder Professionals!" Blitzo sang, much to the Turtles' shock and disgust at how cheerful the song was. "We do our job so well because we come straight up from Hell. We'll kill your husband or your wife, we'll even let you keep the knife, we're the Immediate Murder Professionals!"

"When I woke up this morning, I did not expect to hear this." Raph snarked.

"KIDS DIE FOR FREE!" Blitzo yelled and ended the song while sliding on his knees with his hands out. Behind him, Millie was excitedly clapping while Moxxie buried his head in his hands, and Loona was barely paying attention. "So, what do you think?"

"That still doesn't answer our question." Leonardo stated. "Who hired you to kill us? Was it one of our enemies?"

"What if it's Drako?" Donatello asked. "Pretty sure he still holds a grudge against us after we took down Ultimate Drako."

"Or it could be Savanti Romero." Raphael suggested. "Any other old foes of ours who want us shuffled off this mortal coil?"

"Maybe it's the Garbageman!" Mikey exclaimed. "Is he even still alive after we chucked him into that vat of acid?"

"I don't remember the vat of acid." Leo replied.

"You probably weren't there for that." Raph explained.

"Our client was actually a giant squid man covered in knives." Blitzo revealed, making the demons' captors' eyes widen in horror as they immediately recognized who Blitzo was talking about. "Oroku Soggy, I think." Leo immediately grabbed Blitzo by the shoulders and angrily shoved him into the wall. "Hey, what's the big idea?!"

"Do you have the slightest idea who you were messing with?!" Leo yelled in Blitzo's face. "That wasn't just any squid man you were dealing with; that's our archenemy, the Shredder!"

"I figured he'd still be alive somewhere." Splinter shook his head in dismay. "You say you come from Hell in your song, correct? Couldn't have picked a better place for him to end up for his crimes."

"He said he would give us everything that's coming to us once we brought you guys down, but now I'm starting to get concerned." Millie said.

"Seriously, what kind of supervillain names himself after an office appliance?" Loona commented on Shredder's ridiculous name.

"He's more than just a silly name. He's the evilest monster we have ever faced in our lives." Leonardo said while putting Blitzo down and reminiscing on how that sociopath had traumatized him and his brothers. "He's vicious."

"Lethal." Don added.

"Competent!" Mike exclaimed.

"Eh, don't worry, you guys, we can go back and kill that fucker off faster than you can say booyakasha." Blitzo said when he realized something else was missing. "Uh, where are our weapons?"

"We had to confiscate them until further notice." Donatello announced, much to Blitzo's dismay. "I have to admit, those are made with some fine craftsmanship. Perhaps I can add a little hellish flare to my tech at some point."

"So what the crap is up with you and that Shredder guy anyways?" Loona asked while sitting on the couch and pulling out her phone. "Is he related to how you guys are a bunch of talking turtles and a rat?"

"You'd be surprised to know that's the case." Splinter stated as he sat next to Loona before beginning a flashback to before he was mutated. "Allow me to explain."

Many years ago, there lived a humble martial artist named Hamato Yoshi, who had suffered many significant losses in his life. Still, he persevered despite everything and continued his training as one of the greatest practitioners of ninjitsu in many centuries, with his pet rat copying his owner's movements from his cage.

One night, however, the Shredder burst into Yoshi's home with an army of Foot Clan ninja and Hun at his command to attack him for his association with other members of Ch'rell's race known as the Utrom. Though Yoshi fought valiantly, the Foot overpowered him through their dishonorable tactics and prepared to execute him, while the rat that would one day become Splinter was helpless to do anything but watch from his cage. However, instead of giving the Shredder the information he wanted, Yoshi said only one thing in defiance. "He who lives without honor will end without honor."

"This is a waste of my time." The Shredder groaned in disappointment. "Finish him!" At the ninja master's command, Hun pulled out a sword and prepared to land the killing blow, only to be interrupted by Splinter leaping up and clawing into his face before being tossed out a window. "Bah! I will finish you myself!" Shredder declared as he finished off Yoshi once and for all, leaving Splinter without an owner.

For a long time afterward, Splinter hid himself in New York's alleys until one faithful day when a boy leaped into danger to save an old blind man from being hit by a Techno-Cosmic Research Institute truck. In the process, another boy accidentally dropped a jar containing four baby turtles who would one day become the Ninja Turtles, and they were covered in mutagen that flew out of the truck. Splinter would be covered in the mutagen as well once he journeyed to the sewers to retrieve the turtles, and that would cause them all to develop humanlike intelligence and double in size.

Knowing that the surface world wouldn't accept them for their appearances, Splinter trained the four turtles to live by the code of the martial arts as Yoshi did so they could protect themselves and gave them their names from an old book of Renaissance artists he found in a storm drain.

"And that's our story," Splinter concluded his telling of the turtles' origin story to the Immediate Murder Professionals.

"That was a very good origin, but I think I have some critiques." Moxxie stated. "First off, I think we're missing a lot of context here. For example, who are the Utrom, and what did your master have to do with them for Shredder to decide to kill him?"

"How did that mutagen just happen to hit the Turtles?" Millie added.

"And most importantly, how the hell is a rat able to learn ninjitsu just by watching people?" Blitzo stated. "Like, I was expecting you to be a man who got turned into a giant rat, not a rat who was turned into a rat man."

"Actually, that's the origin story of a different Splinter in another dimension," Donatello stated, much to Moxxie's surprise. "Long story, but it's partially why this place has become such a dump. We've been trying to fix it up, but I think we might need to find a new lair someday. I hear there's an abandoned church in Alphabet City that could suffice."

"But this is basically the cliff-notes version of things." Raphael added. "It gets a lot crazier when you hear the whole thing! For example, did you know that Ch'rell based his Shredder identity on another Shredder from ancient Japan? He even named himself Oroku Saki and everything!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Loona said sarcastically. "What's on TV?" She then turned on the television to a news report of the Purple Dragon massacre from last night, where I.M.P had met the Turtles for the first time.

"Experts estimated that the death toll is in the dozens." The newswoman Tammy Tamlin stated. "No one knows who could've committed such an act, but our on-site reporter Vernon Fenwick is on the scene with the Purple Dragons' leader, Hun, for further info. Vernon, what can you gather?"

"Tammy, I'm here right now at Warehouse 17 on New York Harbor with Hun, who had attempted to escape the bloodshed last night," Vernon said while Hun stood behind him before handing the microphone to the gangster. "Mr. Hun, could you describe these killers to our viewers?"

"I'll tell you exactly what these guys are: demons!" Hun yelled while snatching the microphone and yelling into the camera. "One of them was tall with white spots on his skin and couldn't shut up no matter how many times I punched him! The other two imps were a little dweeb in a dorky bow tie and a lady who stabbed one of my guys in the eye with a knife, and there was also this wolf lady with them!"

"Wolf lady?" Loona narrowed her eyes at Hun's tirade for getting her species wrong.

"If I ever see any of those satanic freaks in this city again, I'm going to beat them so hard that there won't be room in Hell once I'm done to them!" Hun threatened I.M.P. on live television before Vernon took the microphone back as the cops carted Hun away.

"You heard it here first, folks. Demons could be walking among us." Vernon reiterated for Hun. "Could your family be in danger of this satanic panic? We'll keep you updated, but for now, this is Vernon Fenwick of Channel 6 News. Back to you, Tammy."

"See, sir, this is why I tried telling you to keep a low profile!" Moxxie exclaimed. "Now look, we're on the news!"

"I wouldn't worry too much, Mox." Blitzo said confidently. "We'll just use the grimoire to return home and confront Shredhead for ripping us off! Is what I would say if I didn't give the grimoire to him."

"Wait, what grimoire?" Donatello said while raising his eyebrows.

"Blitzo is allowed to take this grimoire from a member of demon royalty for us to perform our duties by creating portals to the living world and back," Moxxie explained. "And now that I think about it, letting Ch'rell have that book was a huge mistake."

"If Shredder has that grimoire, then he'll no doubt use it to return to New York for revenge," Leo confirmed Moxxie's fears before glaring at Blitzo. "Well, congratulations, Blitzo, your greed has officially put Hell and Earth in danger because of a job. Was it worth it?"

"For the kind of money the squid stain was offering? Yeah, pretty much." Blitzo replied, much to everyone else's anger.

"You are truly Mother Teresa, ain't ya?" Raph grumbled. "Permission to beat the snot out of this little gremlin, Leo?"

"Permission denied until further notice, Raph," Leo replied to his brother before returning to Blitzo. "Whatever Shredder has planned, you're going to help us stop him since his return is basically your fault."

"And what do we get out of this?" Blitzo replied.

"Well, for one, we won't have to beat you within an inch of your life for helping our arch-nemesis come back from the dead." Michelangelo replied.

"And you could also offer some insight into Hell so we can find some possible weakpoints in Shredder's defenses." Donatello added. "Would one of you be willing to run some tests with me?" Everyone immediately looked at each other before Loona shoved Moxxie forward. "Excellent, a volunteer!"

"You're gonna pay for this, Loona!" Moxxie yelled as Donnie dragged him by the hand to his laboratory.

"Oh shut the fuck up, shrimp dick." Loona replied while flipping Moxxie off.

"We should really put up a swear jar at some point." Mikey said in response to I.M.P's foul mouths. "Seriously, is Hell just full of people who love saying bad words all the time?"

"Oh, if only you knew how messed up we are, you sweet summer child." Blitzo laughed while gently stroking Mike's plastron.

"Well, if anyone needs me, I'll be off meditating," Leo said before walking away from the others. "The rest of you make sure our guests behave themselves."

"Like that'll be hard." Raphael said smugly. "They're perfectly harmless without any way of killing us!"

"Oh, you'd be surprised what I can do," Loona growled at the red turtle. "I don't think we ever settled our score last night."

"You wanna show me some tricks, mutt?" Raph retorted while cracking his knuckles. "Then come on, let's finish this in my room."

"Hey, if you're going to do anything to my baby girl, make sure you use protection first!" Blitzo called out, causing Loona to groan in annoyance while Raphael stifled a chuckle at how overprotective her adopted father was. "Millie, you keep an eye on Mikey here. I'm going to check out Leo."

"You have my word, Blitzo," Millie replied as she stood at attention and saluted her boss before turning to Mikey and Splinter. "I've got my eye on you two!"

"I think she's my favorite." Michelangelo said to Splinter while pointing a thumb at Millie. "She's really cute but deadly."

Meditating in his room, Leonardo sat contemplating the Turtles' current situation with his eyes closed. He knew that Ch'rell was harder to squash than five superpowered cockroaches, but hearing that he had somehow attained enough power in Hell to deceive four assassins into serving him while he stole a book of great importance for his nefarious endgame was stressful to him. Leo knew firsthand how cruel and vicious Ch'rell was because only a psychopath like the Utrom Shredder could take advantage of burning in Hell, where he belongs, as a means to exact his revenge.

Just then, Leo's eyes popped open as he heard footsteps in his room. "Hello? Anyone there?" he asked around for any possible intruders. Believing he had nothing to worry about, the leader of the Turtles got back to his meditation before he heard more footsteps. Opening his eyes again, Leo discovered Blitzo standing uncomfortably close to him and let out a scared yelp. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Whatcha doin'?" Blitzo asked coyly.

"I was busy meditating before you freaked me out." Leo answered. "Would you like to join me?"

"What, in just sitting down and doing nothing?" Blitzo complained. "Come on; I wanna do some martial arts stuff!"

"There's more to martial arts than just hiding in the shadows, cool weapons, and fighting, Blitzo." Leonardo explained. "It's about strength, discipline, and self-improvement. Even though my brothers and I all are masters of ninjitsu in our own right, we keep training every day to improve ourselves and be the best we can be."

"You're dodging the question here, Papa Smurf." Blitzo said. "What's this meditation bullcrap supposed to do other than find a place for me to sit?"

"Meditation helps you clear your mind of all troubled thoughts and improve your sense of calmness." Leo continued speaking. "Maybe if you tried it, you'd clear your head as well. Any thoughts troubling you?"

"Oh, plenty, 'Nardo!" Blitzo said while sitting down next to Leonardo. "Let's see, I struggle with making genuine connections with people, I have tons of friends and romantic partners I ticked off in the past, I worry too much for my daughter, I'm desperate for attention, I got a weird obsession with Moxxie and Millie's relationship, my dad is a total piece of shit, my sister hates my guts, and tons more that I'm not comfortable talking about!" He then quietly added to himself, "Like accidentally killing my mom in a fire that also crippled my best friend."

"What was that?" Leo wondered.

"Nothing!" Blitzo nervously declared while his eyes nervously darted around. "I mean, let's get to meditating already!"

"Blitzo, I've met a ton of people who needed help in the past," Leo said before sitting Blitzo down on his knees. "but you might just about take the cake. Now follow my lead."

Closing his eyes, Blitzo felt his mind slowly being cleared of all his mental hang-ups as he meditated alongside Leonardo. He almost felt grateful for the katana-wielding turtle's help even though he was initially ordered to kill him. However, Blitzo also couldn't resist playing a little prank on the turtle as he made a farting sound with his mouth to wake Leo up. "Ew Leo, what the fuck?!" he yelled while laughing, much to Leo's ire.

"That was you, Blitzo!" Leonardo yelled angrily at the literally impish demon.

"Hey, he who smelt it dealt it." Blitzo shrugged with a smug grin on his face.

"Ugh, you are going to be hard to work with." Leonardo groaned in dismay at Blitzo's immaturity.

"Hm, fascinating." Donatello muttered himself as he examined the X-ray images he took of Moxxie. "You may be an inhuman creature, but it seems your internal anatomy isn't all that different from humans. A few differences here and there, but nothing too egregious."

"I am well aware of that, Donatello." A shirtless Moxxie stated while sitting on an operating table. "Can I please put my clothes back on? I don't think I'm in the mood for another blood test or DNA sample."

"But don't you see?! Demonkind has so much for me to learn about!" Donatello yelled excitedly. "Like, for example, if Hell is home to some of the worst people imaginable, surely dictators, terrorists, and criminals like Adolf Hitler, Saddam Hussein, Joseph Stalin, and Mao Zedong must also reside there after their deaths, correct?"

"Actually, Hitler was a resident of Hell after he committed suicide." Moxxie informed. "But one day, they got him."

"Wait, what do you mean they got him?" Donnie asked. "Who got him and why?"

"You know the old saying "When Hell is full?" Moxxie replied. "Basically, Hell has a bit of an overpopulation crisis they were never quite able to solve, so Heaven sends down angels called Exorcists to manage the Sinner population and keep us from rising up against them. Hitler was but one of many who was wiped out by these Exterminations."

"Well, good riddance." Donatello declared while returning to his work. "Still bothers me how Shredder survived them for however long he's been in Hell, though given that this is Shredder we're talking about, I suppose he has his ways."

"Indeed." Moxxie nodded before nervously looking down at his pants and deciding to ask the scientist of the Turtles a very personal and uncomfortable question. "Hey, uh, Don, I have something to ask of you. Do you think I have a small dick?"

"Uh, I don't feel comfortable answering that." Donatello awkwardly answered. "Why do you want me to check?"

"Because sometimes, Loona keeps mocking me for not having a big package, so to speak." Moxxie stated. "Just give it to me straight, doc! I want to prove her wrong!"

"I'm afraid I'm not that kind of doctor, but I'm willing to give it a shot." Donatello reluctantly obliged before he snapped on some rubber gloves that fit his three-fingered hands and turned his bandana around to act as a makeshift blindfold. After which, he slowly reached into Moxxie's pants to confirm his patient's suspicions. "Oh, I am so uncomfortable right now!"

"If Blitzo were with us, he'd probably crack a joke about you jacking me off." Moxxie replied, just as uncomfortable as Donatello finally released his grip on Moxxie's dick to give his report.

"Well, I got good news for you, Moxxie." Donnie declared while quickly throwing his rubber gloves in the trash. "Your genitals aren't as small as you think they are. In fact, they're only slightly below the size of a full-grown human male."

"HAHA, YES, SUCK IT LOONA!" Moxxie celebrated the news while putting his clothes back on. "You have no idea how vindicating it feels to hear that! It almost makes me wonder if Loona is projecting her own insecurities onto me, which is really depressing now that I think about it!"

"Low self-esteem, I see." Donatello analyzed Moxxie's statement. "Where did this come from, if I may ask?"

"Well, most of it was thanks to my abusive dad, who's a mobster who didn't appreciate that I didn't live up to his expectations and tried to indoctrinate me into his criminal lifestyle." Moxxie stated meekly.

"Well, technically, you did do what he wanted by becoming an assassin." Don replied. "I'm not helping, aren't I?"

"At least you understand." Moxxie gave a gentle smile to Donnie, who sighed in relief before returning to his work. "Mind if I lend some assistance? I could teach you more about Hell."

"Oh, I'd be honored to!" Donatello excitedly replied.

Pentagram City was the central population hub of Hell, where most of its sinner residents were forced to reside, unable to access the other rings of Hell. However, they made the most of their confinement by amassing power through weapons manufacturing, entertainment, and control over certain portions of the city, creating Overlords in the process. Kavaxas was one of them, having earned his title by building a cult of fellow sinners who believed they were wrongfully banished here, much like how he was a cult leader in his human life before being betrayed by his subjects and burned alive. And now, he was planning to make a big announcement to his fellow Overlords.

"Thank you all for coming on this momentous occasion." Kavaxas announced to his fellow Overlords as they sat together in a board room. "Ah, I see some of us couldn't make it today. Where might the Von Eldritch family be off to?"

"Frederick and Bethesda art away on business." Zestial, a spider-like Overlord in a top hat, explained while drinking tea. "Now, how art thou, Kavaxas? What news doth you bring us?"

"I am glad you asked, Zestial," Kavaxas replied with a sinister smile on his draconic face. "For you see, I have met a most wonderful friend not too long ago who has become quite powerful since he was brought here to Hell. And I must assure you, he likes to make big entrances." Just then, a gunshot was fired as Kavaxas caught a bullet in mid-air. "Like so."

"All right, you uppercrusts, stay right where you are, and no one has to get hurt!" Striker yelled as he barged into the meeting room and started pointing his gun at the Overlords. "Now, allow me to introduce y'all to the Shredder."

Ch'rell entered the room at Striker's cue, followed by a few demon Foot ninjas at his side. "Thank you, Striker, for the introduction." He thanked his right-hand man while taking his seat. "Greetings, my fellow Overlords! Today shall be a day of triumph for the people of Hell!"

"You must be that Shredder I've heard so much about." Carmilla Carmine, a white-haired Overlord dressed like a ballerina, stated. "What business do you have with us?"

"I have assembled you all here today because today, we shall cower from our oppressors no longer!" Ch'rell bragged as he scraped his white-glowing claws against the table's material. "I have assembled a mighty army that shall take control of not only all seven rings of Hell but Heaven and Earth as well! And all I have to do is cast spells with this grimoire." He then presented Stolas's grimoire to the Overlords, causing them to gasp in shock.

"That cannot be!" the cannibalistic Overlord Rosie exclaimed with widened eyes. "That belongs to the Goetia family! How did you procure such a book?"

"I have come upon this acquisition through the deception of a group of assassins in Imp City who were using it for their business." Ch'rell sneered under his helmet. "They use the grimoire to travel to the living world and kill whatever targets they are assigned to eliminate. They are up there right now on my orders to destroy my enemies once and for all, but little do they realize is that I have them all fooled. Once they realize my deception, it shall be too late, and they will pay the price for their foolishness." He let out an evil laugh as he demonstrated the book's power by opening a portal to New York City, giving the Overlords a view of the Statue of Liberty. "Impressive, is it not?"

"What the shit?!" the gargantuan dinosaur-like Overlord Zeezi laughed in disbelief. "How did a bunch of lowlife assassins even get their hands on that?!"

"You'd be surprised." Ch'rell replied before shutting the portal and closing the book. "But that's beside the point. My point is that together, under my guidance, we can use this to conquer all three worlds and create a Hell like no other! I only ask for your cooperation in exchange for my generous assistance in your affairs."

"You're insane, Shredder." Carmilla objected to Ch'rell's proposal. "Trying to conquer Heaven and Earth would be a suicide mission! If the Angels were to find out about this, then they would try to destroy us all!"

"I see I need to resort to other ways to convince you." Shredder said, snapping his fingers and ordering Kavaxas, along with the Demon and Cyber Shredders, to present the Overlords with the corpses of two other Overlords resembling Ars Goetia demons, one having two faces on his head, while the other had red feathers and dressed like a rockstar. "These two were unfortunate enough to face my wrath when they declined my offer. And if you're not careful, one of you could be next."

"Finally, someone who gets it!" Vox, an Overlord with a flatscreen television for a head, exclaimed while sitting alongside his associates Valentino and Velvette. "See everyone? This is a man who understands that the future is now!"

"Of course, thou would be the first to fain pledge allegiance to such a beast," Zestial commented dryly, showing no fear of the Shredder at all. "If thou desire the conquest of all realms, thou hast to try harder than simple threats."

"I would take that back if I were you, old man." Shredder declared while presenting the blades on his armor to threaten Zestial before turning to Carmilla. "See this armor? These blades are forged from your own weaponry, Carmilla, that I have purchased on the black market. With these, I can kill anyone in my path like I was participating in an Extermination, like so." He then demonstrated his cruelty by stabbing one of his ninjas with the blades on his gauntlet, permanently ending the poor demon's life while getting blood on his armor. "Do I make myself clear?"

"You, you monster!" Carmilla yelled at Ch'rell angrily. "I would never submit to an inhuman beast such as yourself!"

"I do not take no for an answer, Carmine!" Ch'rell retorted. "Either submit to the Neo Foot Clan, or your daughters will pay the price." He then grabbed Odette, one of Carmilla's daughters in red glasses, a lab coat, and a blonde ponytail, by the head and slowly pressed one of his blades to her neck. "Make your choice."

As a mother of two daughters, Carmilla wanted to keep Odette and Clara safe at all costs, so she had no choice but to reluctantly agree to the warlord's demands. "Fine, I surrender." She declared, allowing Ch'rell to release his grip on Odette and toss her into the arms of her sister Clara, a puce-skinned sinner with curly white hair, black horns, and a black crop top & shorts. "Just name your price, and I'll do as you say."

"Good to see you're such a team player, Carmilla." The Tengu Shredder nodded. "We request that you deliver us more of your weapons for our forces."

"And what part do we have to play in this, Shredder?" the pimp Valentino asked.

"It's quite simple." The Cyber Shredder answered. "You and the other two Vees shall make our faces known throughout all of Hell through your products and status."

"You have our word, milord." The young and trendy Velvette bowed to her new masters while sneaking an evil grin at Carmine for how easily she submitted.

"And the rest of you shall play your parts soon enough." Kavaxas said to the other Overlords. "Now someone please throw out the bodies. They're starting to smell."

Back in the Turtles' lair, Raphael was doing some warmups on a punching bag in the training room in preparation for his rematch with Loona, who was busy doing some yoga stretches across from him at the other end of the room. "Okay, puppy, I'm not gonna go easy on you this time!"

"Funny you should mention that, because I won't either." Loona retorted while tying her long hair into a ponytail as she turned to face the Ninja Turtles' strongman. "Ready?"

"Always ready." Raph sneered before the metaphorical bell dinged in the two's heads, signaling the fight to begin as Raph trapped Loona in a headlock. "That's right, sit! Lie down!"

"Quit treating me like a pet!" Loona yelled before biting into Raph's arm and breaking free from his grip while the turtle yelped in pain, giving her ample enough time to kick him in the face. "Gonna give up, tortoise?!"

"I'm a turtle, there's a difference!" Raph yelled as he got up and leered toward Loona. "And this turtle's gonna play the bull now." Charging forward with the intensity of a furious bull, Rapheal rammed Loona into the wall. "Looks like you just became my bitch, in every meaning of the word!"

"Goddammit, quit treating me like an animal!" Loona snarled. "I already get enough of Blitzo treating me like a baby and Moxxie treating me like an asset; I don't need this from a stupid reptile!"

"So what, you hate Blitzo for being a father to you?!" Raph yelled back as Loona broke free from his grasp and delivered a spinning kick to his face.

"You wouldn't understand!" Loona replied before Raphael grabbed her by the arm and smashed her into the ground. "I was almost 18 when he adopted me, yet he still treats me like a pup!"

"Oh, you think you have it rough?!" Raphael yelled back as the cool but rude turtle locked arms and struggled against the hellhound. "It's practically my job as the big, strong guy to keep my brothers from getting into trouble, and I can't stop feeling the pressure!" The two then tumbled onto the ground and began rolling around together, panting and growling along the way. When Raph and Loona finally stopped, Loona was beneath Raphael and at his mercy. But rather than landing the final blow, the turtle just made a nervous laugh. "Well, this just got awkward real quick, huh?"

"Gross!" Loona yelled, blushing as she shoved Raph away from her and curled up into a ball of embarrassment. "Were you trying to fuck me?!"

"No, you shoulda seen the look on your face!" Raphael continued laughing, trying his hardest to hide that he was also blushing. "Priceless!"

"Yeah, this is kinda fucking stupid." Loona let out a chortle in exchange before the two fell silent for another awkward moment, nervously sitting next to each other while exchanging glances occasionally.

"So, how did it feel to air out your grievances with someone more like you than you thought?" Raph finally spoke up.

"Pretty good." Loona sighed contently. "I've heard people at the pound I grew up in call me a bratty little fluffball of violence who had way too many issues for anybody to keep up with. And, well, Blitzo adopted me because he knew what it was like. I don't want to say it to his face because he'd probably act like a total dork about it, but I'm kinda happy he's my dad. Just don't tell him I said that. Promise?"

"Promise." Raphael grinned as he struggled to get up. "Ooh, feeling sore all over! Pretty good workout session we had, eh?"

"You weren't half bad." Loona said as she stood up as well. "I can see why you're the tough one of your team. So, up for another round?"

"I got a better idea." Raphael replied before pulling out his green thumb. "Thumb war!" Loona squinted at her new friend's hand before looking back at her paws. Never in her life had she ever imagined being challenged to a thumb war by someone with three fingers, but here she was now on Earth in a reservoir station doing just that. "So, you in?"

"Oh, what the hell?" Loona rolled her eyes in amusement before she accepted Raph's challenge.

"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!" the two chanted before engaging in a thumb war, no longer as enemies but as friends.

"Come on, XDDCC, you can do it! Jump that platform!" Michelangelo exclaimed as he played a video game on the television screen in front of him, Millie, and Splinter. "I've been grinding my teeth against this section for weeks now!"

"So remind me again, what game is this supposed to be?" Millie asked while lying on the armrest and watching Mikey control a jester character in a 3D platformer. "What's with the whole circus theme?"

"It's Digital Circus Saga, the hottest indie platformer of the year!" Mike explained. "Your character is trapped in this creepy virtual circus and must team up with five other dudes to find a way out. There's also a lot of mondo bizarre religious imagery and other super messed-up stuff in there beneath how cute and kid-friendly it looks."

"I'm no gamer, but I'd like to give it a try!" Millie said excitedly.

"I must warn you, though, milady." Splinter advised the little imp as she was handed Mikey's red and blue controller. "I've been offered to play this game before, and it can be quite challenging."

"You son of a bitch, I'm in!" Millie said with her eyes bursting into flames as she took control of XDDCC and began recklessly charging through the obstacle course Mikey was trying to beat. Unfortunately, she caused the video game character to fall into an area where she was surrounded by strange, black monsters with differently colored eyes on their bodies. "AGH, WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS?!"

"Those are Absorbed; you gotta run or fight them!" Mikey advised Millie before he noticed something in the game out of the corner of his eye. "Ooh, but first, you gotta collect those Cloinks up there! You'll get a special reward for every ten you bring back to Abel; it's how you gotta 100% the game!"

"How the fuck do I get up there?!" Millie yelled while making XDDCC jump to try and collect the Cloinks. "Is there some kinda double jump you didn't collect yet?"

"I haven't gotten that far yet!" Mike replied before the Absorbed attacked XDDCC, causing a game over. "Aw dang, and I was on my last life too!" he complained before immediately regaining his composure. "Aw, well, at least I saved my game."

"How about we take a break from your video games?" Splinter suggested to his youngest son before getting up from the couch. "Besides, my stories are on soon, and I don't want to miss them! Change the channel to 87 while I make some tea, Michelangelo."

"Will do, hoss!" Michelangelo said as he turned off his game and changed the channel before he noticed Millie looking sad, a far-cry from the perky little assassin he had just gotten to know. "Hey, anything the matter, little dudette?"

"Sorry about making you lose your game, Michelangelo." Millie said glumly. "I just got a little in over my head and messed up big time. I hope you're not mad at me."

"Hey, it's okay, General Mills." Michelangelo said while putting a big, green, comforting hand on Millie's shoulder. "Like Splinter said, the game is tough. Heck, you heard how I was trying to crack that platforming segment for weeks! If you want, we can play something a bit more your speed, like Killer Bots or Whackadoodle."

"Thanks, but I just went in all guns blazing without thinking, like some mindless killing machine." Millie continued. "But I want people to know I'm more than just a total psycho who only has an awesome husband as the only other thing on my mind!"

"Welcome to my world." Michelangelo sympathized with his arms behind his head. "Everyone may think I'm just the funny, wise guy who's always got a catchphrase or a reference to something I saw on TV on hand, but I'm way more than that." Just then, a little orange kitten meowed as he crept into Mikey and Millie's line of sight. "There you are, Klunk! You arrived just in time, too; I want you to meet a new friend of mine."

"OH MY GOSH, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A KITTY!" Millie squealed in delight before wrapping Mike's cat Klunk in a tight hug. "I just wanna hug 'em and squeeze 'em and never let 'em go!"

"I think Klunk likes you." Mike said before Splinter returned with some tea as the show ended.

"Caleb Rentpayer, did you kill Caleb Rentpayer?" Caleb Rentpayer's butler Tuxworth asked on the television.

"I sure did!" Caleb Rentpayer proclaimed to his beleaguered butler.

"Bryce and Brandon are totally going to get together this season, and I refuse to take anyone who says that Bryce's wife is the real victim of their abusive relationship seriously," Splinter muttered to himself as the TV began showing another soap opera. "Care for a cup, Millie?" he asked, offering a teacup to Millie as the show continued. "I made one extra just for you."

"Oh, you're too kind, Mister Splinter!" Millie accepted the cup before she noticed Mikey taking a teacup while stroking Klunk's back. "Ooh, careful not to spill yours, Michael."

"Okay, Mom," Michelangelo replied with a snort, causing Millie to pause in shock before she started welling up with tears in her eyes. "Uh, was it something I said?"

"I didn't realize you two became that close." Splinter chuckled while Millie resisted the urge to cry. "I was only in the kitchen for a few minutes."

"Be strong, Millie; you're a big girl; don't let this get to you," Millie muttered to herself before she fully burst into tears of joy. "HE CALLED ME MOM!"

"It was just a slip of the tongue!" Mike said nervously while Splinter tried to calm Millie down.

Elsewhere in Pentagram City, the Neo-Foot Clan's headquarters was bustling with activity. Ninjas were being trained for further attacks, more weapons and gadgets were being built, and at the top floor of the building, the Shredder's hellish generals were awaiting their master's return.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" Sir Pentious hissed with delight. "With the Shredders at my side, I can finally take my place as the most powerful man in all of Hell! No one can stand in my way now, not even the- "

"The mighty Alastor, blah blah blah." Verosika Mayday disdainfully interrupted Pentious's speech while checking out her new kunoichi outfit. "What'll it fucking take for you to shut up about how great you think you are already, especially when you tried going up against that guy?"

"Maybe when I finally get some respect around here, you bitch!" Pentious argued with Verosika. "Ch'rell personally chose me to be his chief machinist after Alastor foiled me, and I demand to be treated as such!"

"Or maybe he chose you to have someone to relieve his anger on." Fizzarolli said while stretching into view. "Face it, he doesn't consider you a decent threat at all! You're more like an obnoxious Saturday morning cartoon villain who never gives up no matter how many times he gets the shit beaten out of him."

"Hey, chillax guys, he's sensitive." Vortex calmed everybody down while putting a paw on Sir Pentious's scaly shoulder, and the snake gave him an awkward smile. "He didn't ask to be like this."

"Almost none of us did, Tex." Verosika said to her hellhound. "That Shredder creep all scared us into joining him for tons of arbitrary bullshit reasons!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is revenge on the Turtles just a load of bullshit now, you whore?" Savanti Romero asked angrily. "I was robbed of my rightful place as lord of time and space by those Turtles and Lord Simultaneous's apprentice! Once I assist Shredder in his conquest, he shall assist me in getting my vengeance and granting me control over all of time!"

"I, too, desire revenge on the Ninja Turtles." Drako agreed with Savanti. "I thought that by aligning interests with Ue-sama and fusing into Ultimate Drako, we would be free to conquer the multiverse as we saw fit! But alas, there was still a part of Ue that cared for the Daimyo, and when he was reborn as a child, I was exiled to this hellhole, no pun intended."

"And what about you, fatty?" Fizzarolli asked the Garbageman. "What's your beef with those Turtles?"

"Oh, it's nothing much." The Garbageman replied. "I just wanted to make a kingdom of trash with the homeless people as my subjects, but then the Turtles got in my way." The other generals were left unimpressed at the criminal's backstory. "What? Is it not as how I'm actually Hun's conjoined twin brother?"

"Then why don't you get revenge on that Hun guy?!" Sir Pentious pointed out, thus prompting a loud argument between the generals over what ended up as seemingly nothing. However, their bickering would be cut short as a couple of gunshots rang out from a nearby door, followed by Crimson marching into the room.

"What are you all fucking talking about?!" Crimson yelled at the arguing generals. "Now that I've gotten your attention, shut up already! The bosses have come back." He stepped back as Ch'rell appeared before his generals with Striker, the other Shredders, and Kavaxas by his side.

"Uh, greetings, milord." Sir Pentious awkwardly hissed. "How did your meeting go?"

"Quite splendidly, Pentious," Ch'rell answered. "I was expecting at least one of the Overlords to try and fight me, but instead, I found some new allies to my cause." As if on cue, the Vees appeared behind Shredder, eliciting gasps from everyone else in the room.

"No way, the Vees?!" Verosika gasped at the young Overlords' presence. "I mean, I figured they'd join you since they're all about challenging the norms, but I did not see this coming."

"I see you got quite a diverse bunch here, Mr. Shredder." Vox stated with a sinister smile to his new ally. "Hey, is that Verosika Mayday? How did you manage to get her on your side?"

"The same way I threatened the other Overlords into serving me." Ch'rell stated while presenting his blades. "You three know what to do, correct?"

"Get your squiddy face all over Hell, we know." Velvette replied before walking over to Verosika. "Mayday."

"Velvette." Verosika replied as the pop star and the influencer Overlord did nothing but stare coldly at each other, implying to the others a rivalry between the two. Just then, a trio of cherubs flew through the window with a pair of new sinners to drop at Shredder's feet.

"Uh, sir, we found these two scrounging about the bottom floor." Cletus said as he, Collin, and Keenie introduced the warthog and rhino sinners to their new master.

"First we die, then we get turned into these freaks and carried around by a bunch of cherubs." The warthog complained to the rhino. "Can things get any worse, Owen?"

"I don't know, can they, piggy?" Striker said while pressing the end of his rifle to the warthog's face, causing him to look up at the Utrom Shredder glaring at him and making him squeal like the pig he was turned into.

"Where the hell are we?!" Owen, the rhinoceros, yelled as he and his buddy Anton tried to escape, only for their way out to be blocked by a squad of Egg Bois.

"I think the better question is, where in Hell are you." The Tengu Shredder corrected. "Tell us, what are you in for?"

"It's those imps' fault we're down here!" Anton exclaimed with an oink. "We was Purple Dragons who brought them in for our boss Hun to check out, but then they started up and murdering us all!"

"Of course, it was them." The Cyber Shredder declared while rolling his eyes. "Well, you're not alone here, my friends."

"Indeed." Ch'rell added while putting metallic hands on the shoulders of the two Purple Dragon thugs. "How would you like a chance at revenge?"

"So wait, whatever happened to that Serling fellow you brought with you from 2105?" Moxxie asked Donatello as they returned from working together to research Shredder's weaknesses.

"Oh, he eventually returned home, but not before saying goodbye to us all." Don answered. "I have to admit, I do kind of miss having him around. I mean, who else would consider themselves lucky enough to have a robot butler from the future who can transform into a mechanical suit of armor?"

"Goddamn, I guess you can play thumb war against someone with three fingers," Loona said in amazement while walking alongside Raphael. "I still won because I have two extra fingers."

"You may have won, but I will beat you next time!" Raphael said cockily before turning to Moxxie and Donnie. "So, what did you two get up to?"

"We had a little meeting of the minds as I learned more about demon biology and Hell itself," Don stated before he and Moxxie got slightly uncomfortable. "And we also engaged in some awkward physical contact for the sake of research."

"Which reminds me, suck it, Loona!" Moxxie yelled while flipping Loona off. "I made Donatello check, and my dick isn't as small as you say it is!"

"It's only slightly below average human size, though." Donatello added.

"Still doesn't change a thing, shorty." Loona snorted while flicking Moxxie in the forehead just as Blitzo and Leonardo emerged from Leo's room. "Hey Blitz, what were you and Leonardo up to?"

"I was trying to teach Blitzo meditation, but he kept being annoying." Leonardo groaned in dismay while Blitzo smirked at him. "I sure hope we can find a way to get these guys home soon."

"Hey Turtles, where you at?!" a voice unfamiliar to I.M.P called out to the Turtles, who immediately recognized who the voice belonged to. "We heard what happened at the warehouse. You okay?"

"Well, as I live and breathe." Raphael smiled at the presence of a muscular man with blue hair, a red shirt, blue jeans, a hockey mask on his head, and a hockey stick over his shoulder entering the reservoir station, followed by a redhaired woman wearing a yellow hoodie with the number 5 on her back over a purple crop-top and gray jeans. "If it ain't Mr. and Mrs. Jones. How did the honeymoon go?"

"It went fine." The Turtles' human friend April O'Neil-Jones answered as her husband Casey Jones began giving Blitzo an odd look. "Casey and I had a great time in Costa Rica, but when we got back and heard about what happened at New York Harbor, we couldn't help but race to see if you were okay."

"Hey, hate to be rude, but what's Satan doing here?" Casey asked, pointing a thumb to Blitzo. "I thought he'd be way taller."

"Okay, first of all, Satan's actually a completely different guy," Blitzo corrected Casey. "And second, hi, name's Blitzo, the O is silent. I'm the founder and leader of the Immediate Murder Professionals. We were hired to kill your turtle friends."

"Kill?!" April exclaimed before immediately taking a fighting stance while her husband threatened Blitzo with his hockey stick.

"You got five seconds to explain yourself before I smack you into next Saturday morning, little man!" Casey shouted at Blitzo.

"Hey, chillax dudes, no need to fight." Michelangelo said as he, Millie, and Splinter walked away from the TV to group up with the others. "They're good people. Well, mostly good people, I suppose."

"Yeah, listen to the orange man and put the fucking sports equipment down so we can talk things out." Blitzo said, shocking the two humans with his foul language.

"Goodness!" April gasped in alarm.

"Haven't heard anyone with a mouth like that since Raph stubbed his toe that one time." Casey added with a glance towards Raph, who responded by growling and punching the wall next to him. "Uh, anyways, name's Casey Jones. This is my wife, April. We're both friends of the Turtles."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, I guess." April laughed awkwardly while shaking Blitzo's hand. "So, are you like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse or something? Not the first time we had to stop the end of the world, you know."

"Four Horsemen? Hell no!" Blitzo exclaimed. "Though I did try branding ourselves as that once, the lawsuit was not pretty. Anyways, my buddies and I run a little startup assassination biz called the Immediate Murder Professionals. We even got our own little theme song and everything!" He pulled out his pitch pipe again, but Moxxie took it before Blitzo could blow and tossed it into the water, much to his boss's disappointment. "Aw, that was my favorite pipe!"

"In a nutshell, we are a group of assassins tasked with settling our clients' unfinished business, usually by killing people they've been slighted by in life." Moxxie explained in place of the I.M.P. jingle. "My name's Moxxie, this is my wife Millie, and that's our boss's adopted daughter, Loona, right next to Raphael."

"So your whole schtick is helping people get revenge?" Casey asked before pulling out a list of names. "So, I have this friend who wants some people who made him mad to be shuffled off this mortal coil, if you catch my drift."

"Casey." April cheekily scolded her husband with a knowing look. "So, who really hired you guys to kill the Turtles?"

"Just FYI, it was Shredder." Mikey answered.

"Figures." April said, downtrodden. Although she was elated to hear that Ch'rell was destroyed once and for all once the TMNT returned from Turtle Prime, she also agreed with Splinter that he could return somehow. "You just can't keep him dead."

"Like you wouldn't believe." Donatello declared. "And as it turns out, he's been plotting to get his revenge with help from a magical book that allows him to create portals to the living world that Blitzo and company use to do their jobs." He then sat April and Casey down on the couch before racing over to reveal a blackboard with everything Moxxie taught him about Hell written on it. "TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THIS!"

"Whoa, what did these guys do to you?!" Casey exclaimed as Donnie began his explanation.

"So basically, Hell is a bit more like Earth than we realized, only there are massive key differences!" Don explained to his captive audience, getting more frantic as he went on. "For example, they have their own caste system. At the very top of the food chain is Lucifer Morningstar, the king of Hell who is actually a separate entity from Satan, by the way, and his wife and daughter, Lilith and Charlotte. Next, there's the Seven Deadly Sins, of which Lucifer is also a member as the sin of Pride. And this is where things get really crazy because Hell also has its own nobility in the form of demons such as the Ars Goetia and, to an extent, the Overlords, who are essentially the organized crime of Hell. And at the very bottom are Sinners, who are humans damned to Hell and kept in the Pride Ring, which is at the top of Hell, followed by succubuses, imps, and then hellhounds."

"How long were you guys talking, you nerd?" Blitzo asked Moxxie.

"A while." Moxxie replied before Donatello moved on to the next part of his presentation.

"How long before he starts ranting about Pepe Silvia?" Michelangelo joked.

"Next up, Hell has its own overpopulation problem that Heaven tries to keep under control via sending down Angels on an annual basis to kill citizens when the Pride Ring gets too full." Donnie continued while gesturing to a rough sketch of an Angel. "But as it turns out, not everyone in Hell is absolutely horrible. Many are just incredibly flawed people like us with thoughts, feelings, dreams, relationships, and-"

"Okay, Purple Stuff, tone it down a smidge." Blitzo interrupted Donatello before he got too into his presentation. "I think your friends here get the basic gist; there's no need for that much exposition."

"But do you realize how this could change religion as we know it?!" Donatello exclaimed before Leonardo gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"He's right. We should focus more on getting I.M.P. home and stopping Shredder." Leo agreed with Blitzo. "But in the meantime, I'm starving. Anyone want anything?"

"Fuck, I haven't eaten in hours!" Blitzo exclaimed. "I could literally eat a horse right now! But not really; that would be a crime against my love of horses. How about we, uh, get some pizza?"

"LET'S GO FOR IT!" Michelangelo yelled excitedly at the prospect of getting a slice of pizza.

"You said the magic word," Donatello added as he grabbed the phone.

"You guys eat pizza too?" Millie asked the Turtles while Klunk rested on her lap.

"Doesn't everybody?" Mike answered.

"We eat other stuff too, but you haven't lived a day in New York until you tried some of its pizza." Raphael declared.

"Hello, Antonio's Pizza-Rama? I'd like to place an order." Donatello spoke into the phone. "We'll take about six pepperoni pizzas and a double anchovies & black olive pie for delivery." He then turned to their new demon friends. "Any preferences, you guys?"

"Moxxie and I will have a cheese pizza for two." Millie said while nuzzling up to her husband, who let out a dorky giggle.

"Give me a meat lovers' or whatever." Loona added while giving Klunk the stink-eye, and the cat tilted his head in confusion.

"I'll take a pizza with every topping they got!" Blitzo exclaimed. "Yes, even ham and pineapple."

"Also, we'd like a cheese pizza for two, a meat lovers' special, and one pizza with every topping you got." Donatello continued on the phone. "Yes, even ham and pineapple."

"And make sure to deliver it to me, Isee Youpee." Blitzo interrupted Donatello, who brushed it off like it was nothing.

"Uh, yeah, deliver my order to the corner of Dooney and Lavigne, right next to Sakai's Japanese Dining." Donnie finished the call before hanging up. "So, who wants to come with me to pick up our order?"

"Obviously, I'm coming with." Mikey offered himself up. "Anybody else?"

"Eh, nothing better for me to do tonight." Loona added as she prepared to leave with Mike and Don. "Blitzo, you, Moxxie, or Millie coming with?"

"Moxxie, you watch over Loonie while she's out." Blitzo ordered Moxxie without missing a beat. "Think of it as a bonding experience for you two since I know you're always at each other's throats."

"If I must." Moxxie sighed in resignation. "So, how are we going to get there?"

"Oh, no need to worry, dude." Michelangelo declared. "We'll be riding in style."

"Riding in a garbage truck is not my idea of riding in style," Loona grumbled as she and Moxxie rode on the Turtle Hauler with Donatello and Michelangelo. "I think I can still smell a bit of trash here."

"Aw, come on, Looney Tunes, where's your sense of adventure?" Michelangelo asked as he drove the truck through New York City's streets.

"About two blocks back." The hellhound replied. "How much longer till we get to Sakai's?"

"Should be right about now." Donatello declared as the Hauler stopped in front of a rabbit-themed Japanese restaurant before backing into the alleyway behind it. Upon getting out, he, Michelangelo, Loona, and Moxxie climbed the ladder toward the restaurant's roof and relaxed in anticipation of the pizza.

"Nice night." Loona commented on the beautiful night sky while lighting up a cigarette with an I.M.P. brand lighter.

"Pizza dude's got thirty seconds." Mike declared before he tried reaching for a cigarette, causing Don to guide his brother's hand away from a potential addiction.

"Hey, Mikey. I have a question for you." Donnie said to his little brother. "Now that we know Heaven and Hell are for real, where do you think we're gonna go when we die? Are we truly defined by our actions to the point where they can decide where we'll go in the afterlife? I mean, we've done a lot of good for the city and beyond, so that means we'll be off to Heaven, right?"

"Time's up." Mikey declared. "Three bucks off." Donatello made a face at Mikey, wondering if the wise guy was deliberately ignoring such a profound question or if he wasn't paying attention. "Hey, I can see him now!"

The four saw a young man with orange hair, a red jacket over a white shirt, blue pants, and black shoes looking around the front of the restaurant with a stack of pizza boxes next to him on the ground. "Uh, hello?" the pizza delivery boy asked. "Pizza delivery for," He pulled out a piece of paper with the customer's name on it. "Isee Youpee? Aw crud, I always thought by this point in my life, I'd be the one making the crank calls."

As she watched the delivery boy impatiently wait for someone to come and accept their order, Loona got a great idea. "Hey guys, watch this." She stifled a laugh before changing into her human disguise, making Donnie and Mikey's jaws drop at how beautiful it was.

"You can do that?" Donatello asked. "I guess it could be useful for blending in with humans to search for targets, but does Moxxie have the ability as well?"

"Don't know, never tried it yet." Moxxie said.

"Who knows? Maybe you could turn into a babe like her." Michelangelo joked before Loona rolled her eyes at the orange turtle and left the others on the rooftop.

"This is what I get for taking the night shift." The pizza boy muttered to himself before he turned to find a beautiful goth girl walking towards her, making him drool with awe. "Uh, hey. Are you Isee Youpee?"

"Naw, I'm a friend of hers." Loona replied. "Those the pizzas I ordered? We're having a slumber party."

"Yeah, I got six pepperonis, one double anchovy with black olives, one cheese pizza for two, a meat lovers, and one with every topping we got, even ham and pineapple." The pizza boy stuttered awkwardly before the stack of pizza boxes vanished from sight, leaving behind a ten-dollar bill, a five, and two one-dollar bills on the ground. "Hey, wait a second, this is seventeen dollars! The total came up to twenty!"

"You were two minutes late, dude!" Mikey called from atop the restaurant, much to the pizza boy's dismay. "Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza!"

"Hey, cut me some slack; I was stuck in traffic!" the pizza boy complained to his unseen customer before returning to Loona. "So, any plans tomorrow? My name's Philip, by the way."

"Fuck off." Loona said as she walked away from Philip, who just shrugged off the rejection.

"Oy, goth girls." Philip muttered to himself before getting into his delivery car and driving away, unaware he had been catfished by a hellhound disguised as a human girl. "This is what I get for taking the night shift."

"Whoo, I thought it would turn out like one of those movies for a second there; that was hilarious!" Michelangelo yelled while offering Loona a high three. "Come on, babe, don't leave me hanging!"

As the gang prepared to return with the pizzas, Donatello felt a ringing in his belt from his Shell Phone. "Hello?" he asked upon picking up the phone.

"Don, have you and the others got the pizzas yet?" Leo asked the brains of the bunch over the Shell Phone.

"Yep, we were just about to head back." Donnie said to the leader, who sounded like he was not in control of himself. "Anything wrong?"

"Get back to the lair, pronto!" Leo commanded. "The news came on, and something horrible happened at Rikers Island!"

"We'll be there ASAP." Don said before hanging up and hopping into the driver's seat of the Turtle Hauler. "Leonardo just called; he says we must get back to the lair quickly!"

"But what for?" Moxxie asked.

"Not sure yet." Donatello replied as the genius turtle got the Turtle Hauler started and out of the alley behind Sakai's. "But I don't think I want to find out."

At around the same time as Donatello, Michelangelo, Moxxie, and Loona's excursion for pizza, the prisoners of Rikers Island were quieting down for the night as it came time for lights out. But for two in particular, they were getting restless. One of them was Hun, who was throwing darts at a newspaper documenting his earlier arrest, growling angrily at having his forces slaughtered by those assassins they captured. Sure, there were many more Purple Dragons across NYC, but how the group he was with died made things personal for the ginormous crime boss.

In the cell next to Hun was a man simply known as Khan, a high-ranking member of the Foot Clan with red hair wearing a golden dragon crown on his face and blue and red robes with a golden dragon design who sat on his prison bed meditating. After seizing control of the Foot Clan from Karai during the Turtles' mysterious absence, Khan eventually came across the Cyber Shredder and became his connection to the real world, which would lead him to many encounters with the Ninja Turtles after they returned from the far future. Now, after a failed attempted wedding crash, Khan was behind bars but still hungered for revenge.

"So, we meet again, Hun." Khan said to the Purple Dragons' leader. "What has you locked up here this time?"

"I was in the middle of the biggest crime spree the Dragons ever pulled off!" Hun declared. "But then my guys were all torn to shreds by a bunch of demons we found at the harbor, and I was the only one who managed to escape before the cops found me."

"Demons, you say?" Khan asked, raising an eyebrow at Hun's explanation. "What kind are we talking here?"

"Bunch of assassins from Hell that I sicced the Turtles on before getting away." Hun continued. "I swear, once I get my hands on those little satanic freaks, I'm going to make the power of Christ compel them something good!"

Just then, a portal opened up in the middle of the prison, right in front of Khan's cell, no less, followed by a demon dressed as a cowboy stepping out with a strange book in hand. "Rikers Island, I see." The demon said in a Southern accent. "Well, boss, I think we found the one you wanted."

Following the demon was a face neither Hun nor Khan thought they would ever see again. The Shredder had officially returned to Earth and looked just as terrifying as he always was. "Ah, Khan, my old friend." Ch'rell said to his former second in command. "It's been such a long time."

"Master Shredder!" Khan yelped while taking a knee before the Shredder. "It has been so long since I last saw you! I tried to keep the Foot Clan running since you disappeared, but those Ninja Turtles kept getting in my way!"

"Worry not, Khan." Shredder declared, silently cuing Striker to use a lockpick to break Khan out of his cell, causing the security alarms to sound. "I only come here so I may ask you to join my new Foot Clan so that together, we can destroy the Turtles once and for all!"

"I thought you'd never ask, my lord." Khan smiled evilly and nodded to his master before Hun used his superhuman strength to break out of his cell with his bare hands and shove the karate master into a wall. "Eugh, you."

"Okay, Shredhead, you got a lot of explaining to do!" Hun yelled at his former mentor. "First, you ditched me after I got turned into a turtle, then I found out you're in Hell, and now you're only now coming back to break me out?! What's the meaning of all this?!"

"Stop, prisoners!" a prison guard yelled as he and a few other guards raced down the prison halls to stop the breakout, only to stop in their tracks once they discovered Shredder and Striker standing before them.

"Want I should take care of these jackasses?" Striker asked his boss while loading his gun. "They could make good additions to your forces."

"Indeed, Striker." Shredder obliged Striker's request with a smirk behind his metal mask. "Make sure no one in this prison leaves here alive." He then turned to Khan. "As for you, Khan, we have much to discuss." As Shredder led Khan back through the portal, Hun began chasing after the two.

"Hey, I ain't finished with you yet, Shredder!" Hun yelled at his boss while unknowingly crossing into Hell, not realizing what had happened until the portal closed behind him. "What the?" the normally tough and confident crime boss stuttered in horror at the gathering of demons and other monsters he had just wandered into. "Shredder, what the fuck is going on here?!"

"Ah, I see we have an uninvited guest." Crimson sneered at Hun's unexpected presence. "Shall I take care of him, sir?"

"Stand down Crimson." Ch'rell declared as he faced Hun. "I believe I can work with this."

"Aw, crud." Hun groaned in dismay at what fate could be in store for him now that he was in Hell.

Meanwhile, at Rikers Island, Striker was now alone and surrounded by prison guards pointing their guns at him, armed with only his weapons and Stolas's grimoire. "Stand down, demon freak!" one of the guards commanded the bounty hunter. "Any last words?!"

"Oh, I don't got much, sir." Striker purred before shooting another guard in the face, causing a bloody mess as the guard's dead body keeled over. "But I gotta warn you all. You're in my sights."

What soon followed was an utter massacre as Striker overpowered and murdered every guard who tried coming after him while also taking out any prisoners who attempted to escape the bloodshed. Soon enough, the incident would make the news and reach the eyes of a particular group of turtles and demons.

"Disaster strikes as Rikers Island is in the midst of the absolute bloodiest prison riot ever seen in New York City." The news reporter declared while the Turtles and their friends sat down to some pizza while watching the madness go down on the East River prison. "From what security cameras were able to gather, the crime lord known as the Shredder broke into the prison through a mysterious portal conjured by a cowboy demon carrying a strange book, who then proceeded to murder every prisoner and employee of Rikers that he could find, all except for two, those being the Purple Dragon leader Hun and the Foot Clan's second in command Khan, who entered through the portal to parts unknown. We shall continue our report as the situation updates, but for now, this is Carlos Chiang O'Brien Gambe signing off."

"God fucking dammit, Striker again?" Blitzo groaned with his mouth full of pizza. "I mean, I figured he and Shredder would team up, but what's it gonna take to bring that guy down?"

"Friend of yours?" Splinter asked the imp.

"Hardly," Millie replied. "Striker disguised as a farmhand on my parents' farm to kill a kind-of friend of ours during the Harvest Moon Festival, and then tried kidnapping that friend the next time we saw him."

"Point is, that bitch doesn't know when to quit." Moxxie added while sharing a slice of cheese pizza with his wife. "We need to get back to Hell and fast! But how?"

"Maybe that Striker guy will slip up and accidentally leave the grimoire behind?" Loona suggested while helping herself to her meat lovers' pizza.

"I don't know the guy, but I don't think he's the type to make a mistake like that." Mikey answered. "There has to be another way." This gave Donatello an idea.

"Wait, I think I know what to do!" Donnie exclaimed. "We need to find an Asmodean Crystal!"

"A what now?" April asked as Donatello stood up and walked over to his computer monitors to present more of his findings on Hell.

"Asmodean Crystals are special artifacts given to succubi by Asmodeus, the Deadly Sin of Lust, so that succubi and other hell-born demons can traverse to the human world." Don explained to the others. "However, I'm unsure where to find one on such short notice."

"This is Carlos Chiang O'Brien Gambe reporting with some more breaking news!" the news reporter declared as if on cue. "The Earth Protection Force has made a discovery that they believe could be related to the recent satanic panic." Carlos then turned to face a man in black sitting next to him at the news desk. "I am here now with Agent John Bishop, who shall delve further into this mystery. Mister Bishop, thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Hey, anyone else get the stinking feeling that the news just so happens to answer every question we ask?" Leonardo asked while watching the interview.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Gambe." John Bishop gratefully replied. "Recently, my colleagues at the organization known as D.H.O.R.K.S had come upon a demon who was dealing drugs and arrested her before she was brought to me as proof of an encounter they had with the rest of her kind."

The scene then changed to two other agents in matching suits and sunglasses, a man with short brown hair and a dark-skinned woman with blonde hair, celebrating while a red-skinned imp with curled black horns was taken prisoner behind them. "Agents One and Two had been urging me for months to help them with an investigation of demons that had attacked one of their facilities, but I kept turning them down because I couldn't take them seriously for the life of me." Bishop continued as I.M.P immediately recognized the two agents, and Blitzo frowned at their imp prisoner. "However, with this recent capture, I have decided to give them the benefit of the doubt for once. This demon is currently incarcerated at one of our facilities, along with a mysterious crystal she had in her possession that my assistant Baxter Stockman is researching."

"Well, Christ on a stick, I guess there is a god." Blitzo declared happily. "Say, who's Tommy Lee Jones here? Is he anything like those D.H.O.R.K.S guys?"

"Bishop? Oh, he is way different." Donatello stated. "He and the Earth Protection Force are dedicated to defending humanity from inhuman threats no matter the cost, which naturally made him an enemy of ours multiple times."

"But he ain't all bad!" Michelangelo added. "Eventually, he learned that being mean to aliens was not cool and eventually became Earth's president in 2105!"

"Yeah, still trying to wrap my head around that." April said. "So, you think Bishop could let us take that crystal with us, given how many times we had to team up against a greater threat?"

"Not as long as those dumbasses keep mooching off of him," Blitzo stated. "Those agent guys were this close to blowing our cover after they captured me and Moxxie! We totally kicked their asses, though."

"Granted, Stolas came in to save us at the last moment because he was worried about you." Moxxie corrected his boss. "So, I guess we'll be doing a little breaking and entering then?"

"Hopefully, we can convince Barbie to let us use her Asmodean Crystal." Blitzo added. "By the way, those two captured my sister." The reservoir station went quiet for a moment as the Turtles tried to process this new info. "What?"

"You mean the sister you were talking about earlier?" Leo asked. "Guess that must be her, huh?"

"Unfortunately," Blitzo answered. "Gotta warn you all, she's one really tough nut to crack."

"Hey, before we go, can we finish our pizzas first?" Michelangelo asked. "I don't want to let all of them go to waste!"

"He's right, New York pizza is amazing!" Millie agreed with Mike.

"Okay, pizza first, then break-in." Leo declared while sitting down with a slice of pepperoni and looking at Blitzo, who ate his slice of every topping a little slower now while his face looked regretful. If Barbie was the sister Blitzo mentioned who hated his guts, Leonardo was unsure how they could convince her to side with them against Shredder. However, as an older brother, Leo also knew that they would soon have to make amends, even if just for a while until Shredder was finally defeated. At least, he hoped.

Boy, this chapter went on longer than I thought, especially since pretty much all of it is meant to settle everything down a bit after the violence of the first chapter along with setting up for the coming chapters. We've got a lot of plotlines and new characters introduced, like the Overlords being forced to work for Shredder, the Turtles' new relationships with I.M.P, how characters like Hun play a part in all this, and a lot more. I had a lot of fun writing how the TMNT and Helluva Boss characters essentially grouped up into their own separate duos, like how Leonardo and Blitzo were basically Steve Martin and John Candy in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, how quickly Millie became like a mother to Michelangelo, the possible sexual tension between Raphael and Loona, or Donatello's scene with Moxxie becoming pretty awkward for me to write. I sure hope I don't get in trouble for this. Anyways, tune in next chapter for the team's big break-in, where Blitzo has a very awkward family reunion, the Turtles consider themselves lucky of how competent Bishop is, and some more new faces coming to help as we get closer to Hell. Thank you all and good night!