Authors Note: Hey everyone. Just a brief message before you all read the chapter. On my profile I have set up a new poll in order to determine what type of pairing Harry will have in this story. Love to hear your suggestions in the reviews, but this will simplify things.

And now, the end of my version of Spring Broken.

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Though she had been upset when she had discovered that Blitzo had allowed Harry to tag along with him while he delivered his challenge to the pink-skinned skank who had traumatized her Mox-Mox, Millie managed to push those feelings aside as her boss explained how they would be getting back at STD-spreading pop star.

"Alright shut your assholes, here's how we're gonna do this. First, we find a fuck ton of clients. We portal up. We have our fun murder time as per usual. We pile all the bodies into a big fucking canoe. Then we push said canoe into the water. Set it on fire to attract sharks and birds and shit. They eat the bodies. We win the bet. And rub it in the sloppy bitch's drunken whore ass face. Any questions?"

Having no real issue with Blitzo's plan, the female Imp could only sigh as she watched yet another childish argument develop between her husband and their boss.

"Uh, yeah. Why was that nonsense?

"That wasn't a question."

"That wasn't a plan."

Actually, in her mind, it sounded like a pretty decent plan.

Find some clients. Go top side. Kill people. Nothing simpler.

And Blitzo clearly agreed with her, otherwise he would have been a little gentler with his mockery.

"I'm sorry, but that was a flawless presentation of what we should do, Mox. It's not my fault you've got a smooth little brain upstairs."

"A what now?"

"I'm calling you slow Moxxie. God, why don't you learn to take criticism you talentless, baby dick troll."

Feeling her frown in anger, though she wasn't sure whether it was because of Blitzo's display of aggressiveness or the fact that he now had proof that her man wasn't lacking in the crotch area, Millie had to roll her eye's at her husband's rather lame attempt to defend himself.

"Well why don't YOU take an art class?"

"Well why don't YOU SEE HOW EXPENSIVE THEY ARE!"

Deciding that it was time to intervene before the two males went from insults to trying to fill each other with lead, the female Imp opened her mouth to tell the pair to knock it off, if only to avoid having her son, and the ability to use THAT word still filled her with joy, get caught in the crossfire, only to have a certain Hellhound beat her to it.

"Hey is there any way I can come with you guys this time?"

Of course for all his negative traits, and even she wasn't blind to the fact that her boss wasn't the most stable of individuals, Millie had to admit that Blitzo nevertheless took his role as a parent seriously.

"Absolutely not. I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry Sweetie, spring break is no place for young vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of FREAKS up there that would drool all over you!"

Turning with her coworkers to glare at the imagined masses that would no doubt love to indulge in some perverse fantasies involving Loona, Millie's look of accusation quickly turned into surprise as the female Hellhound made another attempt to assert her independence.

"Come on just let me come with you guys. I mean, I can blend in easy enough."

And judging by Blitzo's look of shock, it was clear that this was also news to him.

"Say that again."

"I can blend in."

Recovering her ability to speak, Millie gave voice to the question that was no doubt on everyone's mind.

"You have a human disguise?"

"Yeah. Don't you?"

Quickly glancing at her fellow Imps, who were currently wearing the same nervous expression as she was, Millie did her best not to flinch as Loona voiced her frustration.

"So you're telling me that you three have been running around up there, without human disguises, THIS WHOLE BLOODY TIME!?"

Nervously laughing in the face of the Hellhound's justified annoyance, the female Imp felt her forced smile transform into a genuine one as her adopted son decided to divert some of Loona's frustration.

"I don't wear a disguise either Loona."

And once again she was provided proof that Harry had managed to somehow worm his way into the bitter heart of I.M.P's receptionist.

"That's cause you don't really need one kid. A pair of sunglasses, maybe some make-up to hide the scales, and you could easily still pass as a human".

Doing her best not to coo at the adorably relieved smile that had come over Harry's face as he heard that Loona wasn't mad at him, Millie was sadly prevented from offering her own observation thanks to the reminder that her boss's impressive ability to improvise.

"Okay then, new plan. Loona will lure the targets to us. We kill them. And then we rub it in that bitch's face that her succubitches aren't as badass as we are. Any questions? And Moxxie I swear to god that it better be something that doesn't involve my drawing skills."

Smirking at her husband, if only because it looked like he was about to do precisely that, the female Imp found herself smiling at Moxxie as he proved that he was at least willing to go along with their boss's latest scheme.

"Just one problem sir. How are we going to find enough clients to fill our quota? I mean, it's not like we're going up there to massacre."

And as expected, Blitzo had an answer to this.

"Don't worry Moxx. I have it all figured out."

…

Though she would never say it out loud, if only because she knew that Blitzo would overreact in a manner that would mostly make her want to kill him, Loona had to admit that her adoptive father wasn't quite the moronic idiot that people often believed him to be.

Yes, he was stupid enough to violate the laws regarding the need for disguises while interacting with humans. Though she supposed that since he and his team mostly operated at night, and only revealed themselves to their targets, the chances of him getting caught were rather low.

And yes his flyer had been filled with spelling mistakes AND had been covered with rather immature doodles detailing what their clients would be getting for their money. But it had somehow managed to draw a big enough crowd that they could very well win this stupid bet of his.

But before they could start raking in the kills, she had to get into character.

Concentrating on turning her fur into skin, and any other canine features into human ones, the brief flash of blue hellfire was all the confirmation she needed that it worked.

In truth, she had always disliked her human form for one reason or another.

The lack of fur ensured that she was usually cold whenever she had to go outside. Although this was much less noticeable at the beach.

Her lack of a tail caused some minor issues with her balance.

She lacked the ability to tear out a person's throat with her now human hands.

And perhaps the most annoying of all, her appearance gained more unwanted attention from those that believed they had a chance with her.

For without a tail to partly cover her ass, and fur to cover her tits, her favorite outfit did little to conceal that she was an attractive woman. And she would be doubly damned if she was going to change her clothing just because some idiots thought more with the worms in their pants than with their brains.

Blitzo's commentary also didn't really help matters.

"Looney, look at you, you look downright awful".

Rolling her eyes at the Imp's words, Loona was about to snark back. Only to be interrupted by a voice that still carried more than a touch of innocence to it despite all the shit he had gone through.

"Really? I think she looks pretty."

Shooting her adoptive father a look that clearly stated that she would hit him if he dared to contradict Harry's statement, the transformed Hellhound could only smirk as she messed up the short wizard's already unruly hair.

"Thanks kid."

"Alright enough with the mushy stuff. Time to get to work."

Nodding her head as she proceeded to walk towards their first client, Loona was starting to think that perhaps coming topside had been a mistake.

Not because she couldn't handle herself. But because this was far too easy.

Saunter up to a target. Sway her hips a little, and if that didn't work learn forward enough to let them catch a hint of something her fur usually would have covered. Then gesture towards someplace away from the crowd of human where Blitz and his team could take out their target without causing a riot.

By the time they had begun searching for target number 10, Loona was wishing that she had remained in Hell. Even if it was amusing to watch Moxxie fret over Harry's involvement in their plan to win back their parking space.

Even though the Imp couple was doing their best to slowly ease the kid into the world of killing people for money, he showed a high amount of promise.

Yes, he had yet to be the cause of death for any of their targets.

But since the clingy rich asshole had ensured that the Kid wouldn't be detected when he was using magic top side, he was given ample opportunity to test his creativity.

Tied shoelaces.

Causing the ground to become just a little more slippery when they were rushing to feel the goods.

Yes, these were the tricks of a child, but since they were helpful in lining up their kills, and ensuring that Blitzo was more or less okay with using her as bait, Loona had to concede that he was doing a good job.

"Hahahaha. Man, this is too easy. Nine bodies already in the bag. And so far no screw-ups. Hate to say it, but maybe we should get you to come with us more often Looney. I mean the last time you were top side you found us a new employee. And now? These morons are just begging to be killed."

Rolling her eyes at Blitzo's immature, but nevertheless accurate observation, the transformed Hellhould opened her mouth to provide a snarky, yet nevertheless genuine reply of encouragement to the beaming Imp.

Only to be cut off by a voice that she knew would send her adoptive father into a murderous rage.

"Alright spring breakers. You all ready to get fucked up and make some bitchin bad choices!?"

…..

Despite the fact that this wasn't the first time he had been top side, for like any successful succubus Verosika had a knack for drawing in crowds with her performance, Vortex still preferred being Hell.

Not just because his natural state was better at dealing with any threats to his employer.

But because he had to restrain the instincts he had been born with.

Of course if he hadn't possessed the ability to keep his temper in check, he would have never been hired in the first place. For while brutally murdering a rabid fan was no big deal down in Hell, up here it would have broken the only rule that Hell cared about.

NEVER draw unwanted attention.

Killing people was fine, so long as it was done quietly or couldn't be blamed on infernal intervention.

But the body guard of a siren like popstar killing a fan with his bare hands? That might be enough to make the 'opposition' more inclined to increase the frequency of their interventions.

And if there was one thing every being in Hell knew, whether they were Sinners or Hellborn, it was that Lucifer would go to any lengths to ensure that his former brethren didn't increase their interest in his operation.

Still he supposed there were some perks to being top side.

Verosika was always in a more generous mood after a concert. Especially if it was on Earth.

Which meant that as soon as they got back to Hell, he would be able to go home with not only a nice little bonus in his paycheck, but enough booze and drugs to make ensure that his girlfriend's next house party would be just as good as the last one.

Of course in order to get these perks, he had to work for them.

But since he always believed that the best things in life were something you earned through hard work, Vortex was able to ensure that the only humans who ever got to touch his employer were the ones she specifically allowed to do so.

"Heyyyy... you..."

Though initially frowning a little at having someone approach him, for the whole point of his appearance was to ward people off instead of luring them in, it only took a small sniff of the air to make the transformed Hellhound realize who was addressing him.

"Hey. You're the hound working for my boss's freaky ex."

Keeping his tone polite, not that it was hard to do since his fellow Hellhound wasn't giving off any hostile vibes, Vortex maintained his watchful vigil as the smaller female adopted an apologetic expression.

"Yeah. Sorry if that's weird."

Shrugging his massive shoulders, Vortex made it plain that he didn't really mind.

"It's cool. Her beef ain't mine. I'm not paid enough to care."

His word's causing the transformer female to laugh, albeit in a slightly nervous fashion, Vortex felt a small amused smile spread across his lips as she introduced herself.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm Loona!"

Chuckling a little, Vortex couldn't help himself as he copied the rather dorky manner in which she introduced herself.

"Okay. I'm Vortex!"

And as he suspected, the reaction to his light teasing caused the clearly crushing girl to continue her clumsy, yet adorable attempts to make small talk.

"That's hot. I mean like literally you know because vortexes, you know, they give off heat. Probably."

Chuckling at her reaction, not because he found her attempt to be pathetic but because he found it to be rather heartwarming, Vortex decided to give her an out before she turned any redder.

"Yeah. I guess. But my friends call me Tex."

Of course, this surprisingly didn't work.

"Oh yeah. I wish I had friends. I mean no, I mean I have ONE friend, but he's only eight years old. A cool eight years old, but…Yeah."

Not finding anything wrong with that, even if the Kid was currently on his boss's shit list for his rather amusing stunt, Vortex opened his mouth to tell her that it was the quality of one's friends that was important, not quantity. Only to be interrupted by the very cause for his trip earth side.

Excuse me. Am I interrupting something here?"

….

While he was saddened by the sight that greeted his eyes, for it looked like Loona had been having a great time despite her obvious nervousness, Harry nevertheless directed his attention towards his adopted father figure as he stated the obvious.

"Well, looks like we lost him. Guess it's up to us to win back that parking space."

Slowly nodding his head in agreement, though honestly he didn't see why having a parking space was such a big deal, the young wizard felt himself smirk as Millie proceeded to bring him and Moxxie into a one armed hug.

"Hell yeah! Team M, M and P. Getting shit done, making the money!"

Glad that he was being included, but knowing that Moxxie, and to a lesser extend Millie, were still leery about how involved he got in their missions, Harry felt his smile widen as his adoptive mother explained his assignment.

"Sweetie. Do you know any spells that can cause temporary blindness? Cause we're gonna need to move fast if we want to meet our quota."

Mentally reviewing the list of spells he had been taught and could use without difficulty, the black haired wizard nodded his head.

Which in turn earned a beaming smile from Mille, and a more subdued, but no less genuine smile from the Imp he had yet to verbally address as his father.

"Good. Once you cast it, Millie and I will do our bit. Just signal us when your ready and then we can hopefully end this before Blitzo goes off the rails again."

Once again nodding his head, Harry proceeded to get to work.

Due to the fact that his appearance would raise questions amongst the locals, for he had noticed that almost everyone was either older teenagers or people in their 20s, he stuck the shadows as much as possible.

Something that was relatively easy to do thanks to his size.

And only when he reached the entrance to the first building on their hit list did Harry expose himself by opening the door and extending his wand forward.

"Lumos Maxima."

Grateful that his sunglasses did more than hide his serpentine eyes, for he suspected that his spell would have ensured that he experienced the same discomfort of the ice cream shop patrons, Harry quickly pulled back as he watched his Imp parents get to work.

If he had been a normal child, the sight of people dying in a quick, yet bloody manner would have been enough to scar him for life.

But since he knew for a fact that most of these humans would be waking up in Hell, Harry merely watching with awe as both Moxxie and Millie went about their jobs.

It was both thrilling, and somewhat amusing to watch his adoptive parents at work. If only because their styles were both supportive and yet entirely different.

Whereas Millie preferred to go get in as close as possible with her targets, Moxxie preferred to keep at a distance.

And while Moxxie was less…wasteful with his ammunition, preferring to make each bullet count, Millie all but lived up to the term trigger happy.

For a brief moment, he wondered about whether or not his birth parents would have shown the same enthusiasm for their jobs. Especially since his lessons with Stolas had revealed that they had been active fighters during the development civil war in Magical Britain.

But since he couldn't ask them himself, Octavia had checked the records of new arrivals in Hell and the only Potter to have come down was too many times removed to really care, Harry quickly pushed that thought out of his mind as his red skinner mother signaled him to move to the next building.

Cause while he was still confused as to why a song about a town made of bones would be popular, he could nevertheless tell that the pretty, but mean lady on the stage, wanted to win the bet as much as Blitzo did.

…..

Though her impeding victory was slightly ruined by the fact that she had carelessly flung her flask into the pathetically horny crowd, Verosika nevertheless felt nothing but satisfaction as her eyes took note of her less than pleased ex.

For not only had she proven that there was a very good reason why she was regarded favorably in Hell despite being a member of one of the lower castes, but also that she was not the only one to find Blitzo hard to put up with.

His fellow Imps and that magical brat had not only taken the opportunity to split as soon as their boss's back was turned, but had also proven that they didn't need him to be successful killers.

And the female Hellhound was showing more concern for her own lustful desires than the commands of her employer. Which she supposed was to be suspected since her singing, and the fact that Vortex was an excellent physical specimen, was more than enough to put her in the mood.

All in all, it was a successful day. And all of it because Blitzo still had to get violently protective of what he deemed as his.

He had been like that when they were dating and indeed had been one of the things that had led up to their rather…explosive breakup.

He always had to sleep on the right side of the bed.

The blue toothbrush was his, and no one else could even touch it.

And god forbid if anyone dared to even touch his collection of horse-themed mugs.

It was childish, but it had nevertheless extended to other things that were considerably more important.

He was always making sure she was safe whenever she had to go out to work. Be it by acting as a not-so-hidden bodyguard or by simply ensuring that she kept a weapon on her at all times.

He had no issues insulting whoever expressed the opinion that she was an easy lay just because she was a succubus.

And perhaps the one that still brought a small smirk to her face despite her current feelings of anger towards him was his selfless desire to get her off multiple times before he got a turn.

In her private moments, and when she was in a characteristically good mood, she liked to think that if they had ended things on slightly better terms, they could still be occasional fuck buddies. Because Imp or not, there was nothing wrong with Blitzo junior.

But such moments always quickly passed since she always reminded herself that it had been Blitzo who had decided to fick things up.

Not her.

It wasn't her fault that they had to cut their little vacation short since at the time she was still under contract. But Blitzo didn't see it like that, and thus he...

"HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT?"

Her internal musings coming to an end at this rather loud interruption, Verisoka wasn't sure if she should be impressed, concerned, or dismissive towards the sight that greeted her eyes.

So she settled for two simple words to express how she felt.

"Oh fuck."

…

Despite the fact that he knew the sight of a kaiju-sized fish could only mean danger and potential harm for both him, his loved ones, and the pieces of shit he was forced to work with, Moxxie only had two things to say for this unexpected turn of events.

"Ooooooh. Fish."

His word's causing all four of his wife's heads to give him a look that clearly stated she wasn't amused with his comment, the heavily drunk Imp could only laugh as the monster's lizard-like tongue proceeded to wrap around him before attempting to swallow him.

However, for some damn reason rather than swallowing him like the monster fishy he was, his scaled captor seemed intent on savoring the taste of beer-soaked Imp for as long as it could.

Well, this was one Imp that wasn't going to be eaten without a fight.

Of course, it would take some time since his attempts to punch its tongue were proving fruitless, but Moxxie was confident that he would be able to free himself.

But as luck would have it, his darling multi-headed wife was there to save him.

Yes, it was sort of weird for her to want to hive five him before she rescued him from becoming a fish's dinner, but he would do anything for his Millie.

And even though she had merely taken his place after severing its tongue and sending him flying into the waiting arms of his boss, Moxxie could only say what was in his heart.

"I love that woman."

A quick glance at a concerned-looking Harry was enough to make him continue his sincere, if somewhat drunken rambling.

"And I love you too kiddo. I mean, you might not have red skin, hooves, horns or fangs, though I suspect that the horns and fangs might appear when you're older. But I am proud to call you my son. I just hope I can tell you this without Blitzo finding out. He always gets a bit jealous when other Demons are having heart-to-heart moments with their ki…ooofff."

Confused as to why he was currently lying in the sand since he was certain that he had been resting in someone's arms, Moxxie was content to lay in the smooth cool sand until he heard the voice of his personal angel.

"Is Moxx okay?"

And as he was picked up by the love of his life, the white-haired Imp struggled to find the words to fit this highly emotional moment.

"Thisss is funny. I'm soooooooooooo...drinky."

Smiling goofily as his head was pushed into his wife's bosom, Moxxie was only dimly aware that their little group was once again headed into a confrontation.

"Wow, Blitzo. That was rather….obvious don't you think?"

"I don't think this belonged to any of us. Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world."

Breaking into laughter as he heard his wife's threatening tone, Moxxie could only point a finger towards the group of transformed sex Demons as he expressed his opinion on the matter.

"Oh, Satan! You all be so... fucked!"

Continuing to laugh in amusement as his comment caused the tanned blond to show a brief feeling of fear, the white-haired Imp felt his ability to remain standing lessen as his boss's ex tried to weasel out of trouble.

"Yeah? Well…. you three nasty ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises."

Falling face-first into the sand as his sense of balance finally deserted him, Moxxie lifted his head to stare at the unimpressed-looking succubus as he pointed out the obvious complication in her plan.

"A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!"

His face once again making contact with the beach, Moxxie was only dimly aware that he was being shoved backward as he listened to the developing conversation between his boss and his ex.

"You know, we could keep this little B movie scene on the down-low if you agree to let us use that parking space…."

"…Fine."

"YES! WE FUCKING ONE. IN YOUR FACE BITCH."

After that, things became a bit hazier for the drunken Imp. But when he finally sobered up he would be able to remember a few relevant details.

Blitzo usual cheerfulness appeared to be a bit forced when conversing with Loona. Who at the same time acted slightly more depressive than usual.

His wife and adoptive son seemed to have developed a new aversion for fish despite the fact that they had both been covered in the blood of the mutated beast that had almost swallowed him.

And perhaps the most important of all, he remembered that upon returning to Hell and seeing the pink automobile, he had puked all over the front seat.

Something which had caused Blitzo not only to laugh uncontrollably but also make him consider giving him a raise.

Life was good.

…..

""Fucking bitch ass piece of shit. He already won the fucking bet and he just has to do this to me."

Deciding it was best to keep quiet as his employer continued to rant about the immaturity of her ex, though he had to agree that puking on her car was going a bit far, Vortex continued to listen as he continued to swig from the nearly empty bottle of mouth wash.

"Oh come on boss. It probably wasn't even him…who…did…it."

Shaking his head at the naivety of the crop top-wearing Incubi, for anyone could tell you that it was NEVER wise to disagree with a pissed-off popstar, the male Hellhound could only flinch as Verosika went into full bitch mode.

"Don't give me that shit. That fucking limp dicked Imp is the only one who would have the balls to do such a thing to me. And STOP HOGGING THE MOUTHWASH!"

Quickly obeying her command, even though he could have used a few more swigs to get rid of the lingering taste of cop d*** out of his mouth, Vortex opened his mouth to make a suggestion.

Only to be interrupted by the buzzing of the Succubus's phone.

And thankfully, rather than throw it against the wall in frustration like she had done countless times during the course of his time with her, Verosika merely flipped it open without even checking the name of the caller.

"Who the fuck is this?"

It would have better if she did though.

"Now now Vero baby. Is that any way to talk to your former employer?"

His expression morphing into one of concern as he noticed that the Succubus was currently wearing a look that clearly showed that she was scared out of her mind, Vortex wasn't sure if his exceptional hearing should be viewed as a blessing or a curse as he listened to the conversation that Verosika clearly wished to keep to herself.

"Forgive me Val….I mean Mr. Valentino. If I had known it was you I wouldn't have…".

"Wouldn't have acted like a whore that just realized that her client jilted her. Don't worry Vero. I already know you wouldn't do anything to purposefully upset me. It's one of the reasons why you WERE one of my favorites after all."

Not liking the way he seemed to emphasize that particular word, Vortex was relieved to see that Verosika had also picked up on that.

"Wh…what do you mean Val? I..I mean I did everything you asked. I was never late with my payments. I moved product for you. And I slept with whoever you wanted, whenever you wanted."

"Yesssss. And I rewarded that display of competence and loyalty with the chance to let you see how far you would go without my guiding hand. And until recently I was quite pleased with your work Vero baby. You and your gang of sluts helped to keep my studio packed with other would-be starlets and customers. But…it seems that your time away from Daddy has made you blind to…other opportunities".

"I uh…I don't know what your talking ab…".

"Is that backtalk? I thought you knew how much I hated backtalk?"

Quickly signally for one of the other sex Demons to break out a giant bottle of booze, for he knew that it would be the only thing that could be used to settle her nerves after she had finished her conversation with the four-armed overlord, Vortex could only watch as Verosika quickly shook her head.

"Of….of course not Val. I would never do such a thing."

"Good girl. Now, let's talk about how you can make up for your hopefully temporary stupidity and ensure that I don't need to pay you a little…visit."

And as his boss continued to listen to the threatening words of one of Hell's most notorious Overlords, Vortex couldn't help the feeling that soon Loona would no longer consider him to be her friend.

…

ANNNNNNNND that's the end of the Spring Broken Arc, and beginning of perhaps the last arc I will do before I do another time skip.

Relatively pleased with how this chapter turned out, even if I had to skip certain elements. But since the alterations were relatively minor (i.e. changing the bit where Loona says she has 1 friend instead of no friends)…not missing much lol.

I think I did a good job of portraying the emotions of each character.

Loona views being topside, her human appearance, and her job where pretty straight forward.

Vortex….despite being on the opposing side of this bet he is still a genuinely nice guy if you don't pose a threat to his boss.

Harry….slowly expanding his role in helping his adopted parents in their work. Still being sheltered a little by the Double Ms, but only when it comes to being the one that actually ends their target's life. Otherwise he is now being used to make their job easier. And as for his displays of Magic, mentioned it in the chapter but just to clarify…Stolas HAS ensured that as long as he isn't using powerful spells, his use of magic won't be discovered. Though I HAVE left it open if this will extend to Dumbldore or not.

Verosika's segment is more on less my theories regarding how her relationship with Blitzo progressed/ended. Further details will be provided later of course, but I think it's not totally out there to think that Blitzo would be a bit of a overly protective control freak.

Moxxie's segment was my rendition of drunk Moxxie lol. So don't think I need to go into too much detail.

And the last part…..as promised, though perhaps not in a manner that you all would have guessed, have begun to include the characters of Hazbin Hotel into this story. And Valentio was ALWAYS going to be the one to do it. I don't know who the OFFICAL voice of Valentio is going to end up being, but in the prequel comic, and other fan comics that have been made, I can only ever picture the version that has been created by Y outube creator PARANOiD DJ (highly recommend you watch the vids SOUND DESIGN Hazbin Hotel: Red smoke. That voice is perfect.)

Anyways, hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Again big thanks to Darkscythe Drake for editing.

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Til next time.