Though she had long mastered the art of concealing her true emotions, something that was essential if she wanted to attract clients, the pink skinned Succubus didn't bother to keep the disgust out of her tone as she addressed the annoying asshole that she had once dated.

"Blitzo."

Of course her decision to purposefully disregard his preference to keep the O silent was enough to send him into a rather predictable tirade.

"I should have known you'd be here. I could smell fish for miles. Which is odd because I believe the nearest ocean is…"

Rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses as the Imp fell to the ground, Verosika was ready with her own comeback by the time he finished his.

"Three rings down!"

"And I should have known you'd be here when I heard the Amber Alerts."

Of course this wasn't enough to make Blitzo give up.

"Oh yeah? I'm surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab. I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching onto that beelzejuice bottle like it's the last cock in Hell."

Flipping her hair back for emphasis, the curvy sex demon wasted no time in reminding the former circus performer of her more exalted status.

With an additional dig towards his family

"They let me out because I'm still famous, and rehab is for sad, loser wash-ups. So your sister says hi."

Taking vindictive pleasure from the fact that she had won the latest round of insults, Verosika was unconcerned as Blitzo proceeded to get in her face.

"Why are you parking here? This is the only parking spot my company has. So take your tampon race car somewhere else."

Allowing a small frown to mar her features as she pointed down towards the freshly coated letters, the Succubus allowed a touch of gloating to enter her tone as she explained the situation.

"Actually prick, it has my name on it. I'm doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building. And they wanted to have me come in this week to lead their team during spring break."

And there it was.

The look that Blitzo always got when he discovered that something of his had just been forcibly taken from him.

"A week?! No, no, you are NOT parking here for a fucking week!"

Removing her sunglasses so the red skinned shit stain could see the contempt that was in her eyes, Verisoka barely noticed as her tone moved from condescending to full out hatred as she responded to Blitzo's declaration.

"Aw, you mad, Blitzo? You gonna run off, leaving someone else to pay for the hotel room, steal their car and run three rings to Wrath and max my credit cards on shitty horse riding lessons?!"

"God dammit whore, you will not let that go!"

Unsure if she should be more pissed at the fact that he could predict her justified rant, or that he didn't seem to care, the pink skinned succubus merely sneered as she moved to end this pointless conversation with her middle finger.

"Choke on a sandpaper cock."

Briskly walking past Blitzo's beat up van, not even bothering to acknowledge the disbelieving red eyes that peaked out at her, the sexy popstar was once again forced to halt her stride thanks to not only her idiotic ex, but also the sole member of her group who hadn't been hired for their ability to suck dick.

"Hold on, you better move that pussy wagon right now or I'm gonna…"

"Grrrrrrr. You'll what?"

Grinning in sadistic amusement as she watched the Imp try and think of an excuse, Verosika had to admit that she hadn't been expecting Blitzo to use THAT as an excuse.

"Or I'll… um… I'll call HR."

Using her ex's shoulder to keep herself from collapsing to the ground in laughter, not that he or her Hellhound were in any better state, for despite Blitzo's inability to make a career of it he still occasionally said something that was genuinely funny, the blond sex demon regained her composure as quickly as the two males.

"Anyway, meet my new Hellhound, Vortex. Unlike you, he actually does his job well. Ta ta, fuck stain."

…

Sighing in anger as he watched his former flame flip him off once again, Blitzo could only angrily mutter to himself as he repeated the same thing he had said when her bitchiness had finally pushed him over the edge.

"I wasted so much time with a bag of holes like that."

Of course his brief moment of reflection was brought to an end by the previously silent employees.

" You know Verosika Mayday?!"

Trying his best to play it off like it wasn't a big deal, the former circus performer acknowledged his adopted daughter with the same amount of enthusiasm one would use if they were discussing the weath.

"Huh? Oh yeah, her, yeah, we dated."

This of course was enough to have his fellow Imp's act like Hell had frozen over.

" Was it before or after she became a pop star?"

"You dated a popstar?!"

Groaning in irritation, though he was slightly mollified to see that at least one member of his team wasn't bombarding him with questions, though that might have been caused by Harry's lack of education when it came to social media and…other forms of entertainment, Blitzo tried to dismiss his employees' shock.
"Okay, why are you all acting like this is such a big deal?"

And of course, his team was fully prepared to answer a question that he had hoped would remain rhetorical.

"Hello. It's Verosika Mayday."

"It's you?

"I just… Is she blind? Suffering some form of brain damage?"

Shooting Moxxie a look that clearly stated he would get him back for that, for the pink whore aside he had managed to attract several Demons of both class and stature, Blitzo once again tried to dismiss their comments.

"Okay look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be. I don't pry into your stupid personal lives".

Crossing his arms in a manner that suggested he wanted them to deny his claims, the founder of the I.M.P. felt his expression sour as the Double Ms, Loona, and even Harry all did there best to call him out on his rather obvious lying.

"You do that all the time, sir!"

"Come on, you do that."

"You totally do that."

"Even Master Stolas knows about it."

Shuddering a little at the mention of the Owl Demon, though only because he wasn't sure how he would react if he learned that his 'Little Imp' was currently in close proximity to another Demon who knew what an amazing lover he was, Blitzo was pulled from his musings thanks to the mischievous sounding tone of his fellow Imp.

"What was sex with her like?"

"Millie!"

Grateful that he had kept his back turned, for it allowed him to hide the small lecherous smirk that had briefly crossed his features as he remembered all the fun and sweaty times he had experimented with the hooker turned pop star, Blitzo felt his frown return as threw his keys towards the female Imp.

"Okay look, let's just drop it ok? Millie, Harry, you two go and find a temporary spot for our truck. Loonie, Moxxie, your with me. Let's go handle this shit."

Storming into building with only a quick, but no less heated glare towards the sickeningly pink vehicle that was currently sitting in HIS space, the founder of I.M.P. braced himself for whatever else his whorish ex had done to get back at him.

…

"You think they saw me? Fuck I did my make up shitty today."

Although she normally didn't give a crap about what other Demons thought of her appearance, the fact that there was now a famous pop star AND a hulking member of her species sharing the same building as her made her feel a tad more self conscious.

Something which a certain Imp easily picked up on.

"Don't worry Loony. You look perfect. As always."

Growling a little as Blitzo went into 'parent' mode, Loona reacted as she always did whenever he managed to catch her in a more emotional state.

"Shut up Da….Blitz."

Thankful that she had managed to catch herself from uttering the 'd' word, though she still had to push Blitzo away as he expressed his excitement for a word she hadn't purposefully uttered in years, some minor typos on Voxtagram didn't really count, the female Hellhound busied herself with her pocket mirror.

Only to find herself bumping into the very being she had hoped had saw her in a flattering light.

Feeling her cheeks redden as her tailed wagged happily behind her, Loona felt her eye twitch in annoyance as Blitzo proceeded to try and shield her from the much bigger Hellhound.

"Hey, big man. Where's your bitch bag of an employer?"

Shockingly, rather than treat Blitzo with the disdain, or even any sign of aggression, her fellow hound merely responded to the question in a calm manner.

"She's in her office. There wasn't room on the second floor so they rented one here on this one. It's way cheaper."

Fighting the urge to smile as this meant that she would have ample opportunity to get closer to the one eyed hound, Loona barely registered Blitzo's reaction to this piece of news as she watched the muscular male dismiss her adoptive father's remarks with a good natured shrug.

Sadly, her happy mood was quickly ruined by Moxxie's arrival. Who in a rare display of compassion for the older Imp, actually prposed something that, while moronic, was actually quite thoughtful.

"Sir, how about you let me go in and try to reason with her. I don't really listen to what's classified as "pop genre" music, so her status to me is…"

Though she had chosen to pull out her phone instead of listening to Moxxie's pathetic attempt to broker some semblance of peace between Blitzo and his ex, Loona could nevertheless easily picture her adoptive father's expression as he showed his appreciation for his fellow Imp's suggestion.

"Moxxie, shut the fuck up."

"All righty then."

…

While she had predicted that her moronic ex would eventually seek her out to complain about her latest efforts to piss him off, though in truth she hadn't intended to have her office directly across from his, Verosika had to admit that she had expected Blitzo to voice his idiotic complaints in person.

But it seemed that since their breakup her ex had managed to sink to new lows. For why else would he send an even more pathetic Imp in his place?

"Hello Miss Verosika, was it? I work for I.M.P. and it is actually rather important for us to retain the singular parking space we were assigned because…"

"Aw, look at the little one. He's got a wittle bow tie."

Smirking in amusement as the shortest member of her crew said what they were all thinking, Verosika fought the urge to laugh as she noticed the Imp's obvious discomfort.

"Please don't condescend me, ma'am. I-"

"You wanna kiss, little guy?"

Motioning her crew to get into position, the pink-skinned Succubus had to scoff as the Imp uttered a line that they had heard countless times from their poor targets.

"A...kind offer, but… I'm married."

Leaning forward to give the white-haired shrimp a decent view of what he was rejecting, Verosika felt herself morphing into her more…frenzied form as she decided to remind him that he lacked the power to make demands of her.

"Hey, why don't you send a little message from me back to your limp-dicked boss?"

Cackling as her latest victim proceeded to shriek, though she could tell from the reaction of his body that he wasn't a complete novice when it came to having something shoved up his ass, the transformed Succubus felt a slightly sour pout come over her face as she heard the frantic voice of her ex scream something that he had never said during the course of their relationship.

"Moxxie, do not let her access any of your holes!"

Sighing as she felt her mood for fun disappear, the demonic pop star shifted back into her standard form before signaling her band of sluts and whores to let him go.

Watching the limping, and lipstick covered Imp leave the studio, which in itself was impressive since her gang of sluts usually rendered their victims incapable of speech, let alone movement, Verosika spent a brief moment contemplating how Blitzo would retaliate.

Another burning bag of shit in her car.

A brick through her office window.

Perhaps some sort of poorly spelled note that mocked her career.

But it turned out that the option he went with was both surprising and slightly pathetic.

For despite the fact that Blitzo's companion looked just as pissed off as the suit-wearing Imp, the fact remained that he was nothing but a child.

"Gee Blitzo. When I said you were the cause for an Amber Alert, I didn't expect you to prove me right. What is he? Six? Seven years old?

…..

Glaring at the pretty lady, not just because of what she did to Moxxie but also because he had now gotten used to openly showing his displeasure at any reminder of his time with the Dursley's, Harry was prevented from correcting the pink-skinned pop star thanks to Blitzo's equally snarky reply.

"Actually the kid's 8, so you better not use any of your whorish succubitch tricks on him. Not that they would work since his parts aren't ready to work yet, but I wouldn't put it past you to indulge in a little bit of cradle-robbing."

Shooting his chaotic idol a brief look of confusion, the green-eyed wizard found his attention drawn back to the blond demon as she scoffed at this accusation.

"Please Blitzo. While the kid is cute, in a sort of starved puppy kinda way, you're forgetting one of the few rules I live by."

"I fail to see how washing your butt plugs before sucking them off is relevant in this situation."

Gagging a little at that rather disgusting phrase, Harry was hardly surprised to see that he was not the only one to find Blitzo's words revolting.

Though the pink lady's reply was hardly better.

"Big talk coming from the Imp who all but begged me to shove my fist up his ass while I was sucking him off."

Deciding to put an end to this rather nauseating conversation, the young wizard was momentarily caught off guard by the brief apologetic smile that was flashed his way by the blond Demoness.

"Apologies Sweetie. I'm usually able to keep it clean when Pre-pubes are listening in. But your…what is he? Your babysitter? Kidnapper?"

Taking a moment to come up with an answer that wouldn't cause Blitzo to lose face, if only because the Imp was perfectly capable of doing that on his own, Harry grit his teeth as he stared into the face of the succubus.

"He's my parents' employer."

His answer earning a look of disbelief from the assembled Demons, and a brief look of relief and surprise from Blitzo, the young Potter felt his hold on his wand tighten as the weirdly dressed group proceeded to break out into laughter.

"Oh, this is priceless. So you're here to get back at us for what we did to your pathetic Imp daddy huh? Got to admit, you seem to have a bigger spine than he did. Which makes me wonder if perhaps your…"

"SILENCIO."

He wasn't sure which was more satisfying.

The look of surprise that had come over the group that had been mocking the Imp that he had yet to openly call his dad.

Or the genuine praise he was receiving from a very amused looking Blitzo.

"That was amazing, kid. Once this is over you and I have got to start talking business since that little spell of yours will prove quite handy when dealing with Stol….I mean certain callers."

Nodding his head in agreement with the cackling Imp, though he was now smart enough to know that his silencing spell would likely do little to stop his magic teacher from expressing his…interest in the former circus performer, Harry remained silent as Blitzo proceeded to do what he did best.

Convincing others to do what he wanted by annoying the shit out of them.

"Annnnywayyyy. As amusing as it is to see that there is something capable of keeping you from talking beside a dick in your mouth, there was actually another reason why we decided to show up in this soon to be cum stained shit hole. If you and your STD spreaders are gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a...challenge. Fuck I said that twice."

Silently promising himself to give it his all, despite the fact that he had no idea of what Blitzo was setting up for them this time, Harry allowed a small frown to mar his features as the pink-skinned demon proved that he needed to work on prolonging the effects of his spell work.

"A challenge huh? Well, I suppose I could rearrange my schedule to accommodate you Blitzo. But tell me, what sort of challenge do you have in mind?"

And with a grin, Blitzo told her.

….

ANNNNNND that's the end of the first half of the Spring Broken arc

Was not my original intent to split it in two, but considering the direction I want it to go for the next few chapter….turned out this way.

Anywho, relatively pleased with how this chapter turned out. Believe I managed to accurately portray the characters. Though I must confess that after reading some other stories/viewing some vids, my perspective of Verosika has changed somewhat. Still a fan of Blitolas/Stoitzo pairing, but I THINK, that at the very least the antagonistic relationship between the founder of I.M.P. and the pink Succubus could result in some cathartic hate fucking.

The story does take place in Hell afterall. Soooo unhealthy relationships are not exactly uncommon.

To address some of the questions that have recently been asked of me, YES the appearance of a Hazbin Hotel character will be making themselves known next chapter. Not brief mentions like I have done for Angel Dust (i.e. the pole dancing spider Harry saw on tv) or Valentino's face on Moxxie's Viagra pills. Won't say who yet…..but rest assured that it will be awesome lol.

Secondly this is to address the relationship debates that appear to be ongoing lol. While at this point in time there is nothing confirmed, I am also leaving the option open for Harry to develop SOMETHING with either Loona or Octavia. But since Harry is still only 8, and is currently morphing into a demon type where the desire to get 'physical' doesn't happen until his mid to late teenage years, looooong way to go before he reaches that point. However I will confirm now that there will be no Harem route. Multiple partners probably, but since he is being raised in an environment in Hell, would be more a friends with benefits thing than the whole multiple soul bond/true love/wife for each family he is head of, kind of thing.

And lastly, just to clarify...Harry has NOT verbally called Moxxie dad yet. But has started to think of him as that in his head.

Anyways, thanks for reading. Big thanks to Darth Scythe Drake for editing.

Plz review.

Til next time.