Chuckling at the hesitant expression that was currently being worn by his 'guest', though it was somewhat annoying since it was a sign that he had been taught to be wary of him, Valentino flashed the black-haired boy his most charming smile as he made his offer.

"See, here's the thing kiddo. In Hell, there is only ONE thing that is constant. Do you know what that is?"

Feeling his features morph into a frown as he heard the kid mutter his answer, the four-armed Overlord managed to keep his temper in check as he mockingly held a hand to his ear.

"You're gonna have to speak up if you want to be heard, kid. Otherwise, I might just find ways to see just how loud that pretty little mouth of yours can get."

And as he expected, the threat of violence was enough to get the kid to talk. Even if he was too young to understand the context of his threat.

"Is it the ability to kill people?"

Not quite the answer he was looking for. But it nevertheless showed that the kid had the potential to see things the way he wished for him to do so.

"Close, but no. The one that is constant in Hell is POWER. Those who have it can do whatever the fuck they want. Those without it, well…..they have to do whatever they're told. How do you think I got where I am today?"

Spreading his arms to gesture around the seat of his power, Valentino could only smirk as he boasted of his accomplishments.

"All of this is mine because I had both the guts and power to take what I wanted. Yeah, there were some…complications I had to take care of along the way. But now, when I tell people to dance, they say 'Yes Val'. When I tell them to get on their knees, they say 'Yes Val'. And with your help kiddo, I can make sure that NO ONE can take that away from me."

Lighting up a cigarette, the smirking Overlord savored the burning feeling in his lungs before he used his powers to use the exhaling smoke to make his offer.

"Think about it kid. With you at my side, we'd be unstoppable. Anything you ever wanted. Power. Riches. Endless bed warmers once you're old enough to want to try sticking dicks in holes. With my help, you would want for nothing."

Watching with an evil smile as the kid was entranced by the fluttering images of smoke, Valentino could only sigh as his offer of the carrot proved to be insufficient.

"But…I don't want anything like that. I mean Mr. Stolas is already teaching me how to use my powers. And since I already have what I want, why would I need anything else?"

Managing to keep himself from lashing out at the young wizard, for he knew that unlike a certain multilimbed porn star the kid would probably go all Star Wars on him if he was assaulted, the moth Demon settled for a different method of proving that he was just as capable of using the stick as he was in offering the carrot.

Rummaging around in his pockets, Valentino held up a small piece of metal right in front of the kid's serpentine eyes.

"Do you know what this is?"

The confused frown was all the answer he needed.

"THIS is a bullet made from the melted-down spear of an Exorcist. I trust that Stolas or those Imps of yours have told you about the yearly exterminations?"

Though he could tell that the question unsettled him, the pink-eyed Overlord was pleased to see the kid give a hesitant nod at his question.

"Then you know what these bad boys can do. Doesn't matter if the target is a Demon, Hellhound, or Imp. You get hit with one of these things and it's lights out for good, baby. And considering the line of work your…family is in, would be a real shame if their former targets got their hands on a couple of these things."

Chuckling at the horrified expression that had come over the kid's face, for it meant that he didn't have to spell everything out for him, which was a rather nice change from some of the idiots he usually dealt with, Val proceeded to make his offer.

"Of course if you accept my offer, it would be quite easy to make sure that these bad boys remain off the streets. So, what do you say kid? Do we have a deal?"

Having expected the kid to immediately cave in, the moth Demon felt his smug smile morph into a frown as his latest meal ticket proved to be more intelligent than he usually preferred.

"Even if I did say yes, how do I know you won't do something else to hurt them? Just because you promised not to use exorcist bullets doesn't mean that…GRRRKKKK."

Snarling as he grabbed the kid by the throat, ensuring that he used the right amount of pressure to keep the kid from blacking out despite his obstructed airway, Val threw him to the ground as he proceeded to make something very clear to the gasping child.

"You're in no position to bargain kid. Despite whatever training you've gotten from that Imp-fucking Owl, you still have a long way to go before you can bargain with me. So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you some time to think about my offer. Let's say 24 hours. And at the end that time if you haven't come to your senses, then I guess I'll have to start making examples of your little 'family' before you wise up. Not really a fan of movies, that's more Vox's thing than mine, but have to admit that I find the ending of Old Yeller to be rather…inspirational."

Grinning at the kid's look of horror, Val had a pretty good idea what his answer would be once the time was up.

Besides, he had every intention of honoring his word.

For why kill something when it could be put to work?

And since he had a knack for indulging in every type of perverse entertainment there was, he supposed it didn't make him a liar if he was to indulge in a bit of bitch and midget action.

….

Despite the fact that he wasn't exactly the best Imp to turn to for emotional advice, his currently tense relationship with his daughter being an excellent example of this, Blitzo nevertheless knew that right now the smartest thing he could do was act like the calculating killer that he liked to believe himself to be instead of the loveable goof that he thought others viewed him as.

"Okay Mills. Lets take a deep breath, and think about this rationl..".

"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN SIR! MY BOY'S MISSING!"

Raising his hands in a placating manner, and ensuring he kept his eyes on her hands to ensure that she wasn't going to reach for one of her numerous weapons, the former circus performer made another attempt.

"And that's why I was going to suggest we search the building for clues. Stolas said that his wife had ensured that Harry would be transported directly to the building. So I say we take Looney with us to search for evidence."

Though he could tell that Millie was still in a less than accepting mood, Blitzo was relieved, and more than a little touched to have Moxxie agree with him.

"He's right honey. Worrying about Har….our son isn't gonna bring him back to us. We need to find out who took him, and then come up with a plan to get him back."

Pleased to see that the female Imp nod her head in acceptance of this plan, Blitzo turned his attention towards his frowning, yet slightly distracted daughter, with a smile that said he had a plan.

"Alright Looney. Now I know you hate it whenever I start treating you like a dog instead of the loveable girl that you are, but where gonna need you to put that nose of yours to work and fin..".

"Got em."

Though he had no doubts about Loona's ability, for she WAS a Hellhound afterall, the speed of her discovery was still suprising.

And judging by Moxxie's look of suspicion, he was not the only one to think so.

"How the hell did you..."

"That's not important Moxxie. What matters is she found the soon to be dead assholes who took our son."

Millie's interruption earning a small smirk from his grey furred daughter, Blitzo could only beam with pride as his darling Looney revealed that she was more than just a pretty face with naturally gifted weapons.

"I took an online course in computer hacking thinking that it could help with future missions. Obviously I still have a ways to go before I can break into more advanced systems. But for the security in this building? Piece of cake."

Deciding that now was not the time to properly congratulate his daughter, if only because it meant that he wouldn't have to expose her to perverted sickos the next time she was brought along on a job, Blitzo moved to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Good job Looney. Now, whose face do we have to break in? Cause I don't know about you, but I'm feeling like I'm in the mood for something involves the use of brass knuckles and blunt instruments instead of bullets and sharp pointy things."

"Speak for yourself sir. Once we have this guy tied up and at our mercy, I'm gonna shove so many sharp and point things up their ass that…"

Blocking out Millie's surprisingly descriptive plans for revenge, though in truth if it was Loona who had been kidnapped he would be doing the same thing, it was only thanks to his years of being an awesome attentive parent that allowed him to identify the brief look of betrayal that had crossed her features before hardening into an expression of determination.

"You okay Looney? If the stress of having your friend kidnapped is getting to you, you just have to tell us where to start looking and we'll do all the wor..".

"I'm coming with you guys. Despite the fact that none of you are the same species as me, there is a rule I live by that someone who I thought to be my friend just broke."

His daughter's words earning a questioning glare from his fellow Imps, Blitzo felt himself nodding his head in agreement as Loona answered the question they were all thinking.

Even if he wouldn't necessarily agree with her terminology.

"You never mess with another Bitch's pack."

…..

Despite the fact that he was both exhausted and sweaty, and not in the fun way, the multi-limbed porn star was nevertheless satisfied with what he accomplished.

Yes, his last dance number had been a bit too vanilla for his tastes, despite the fact that the song Sweet Cherry Pie was far raunchier than the music that had been around while he was alive. But that didn't really matter since his audience had rewarded his efforts with enough money to not only meet Val's monthly quota but also enough to help his gal pal with her efforts to expand her turf.

His landlords, with the exception of Alastor, would naturally disapprove of his efforts to fund Cherri's anarchist lifestyle. But since his bestie was still refusing his offer to use the Hotel as a place where she could get a good night's sleep without having to worry about getting a bullet in that lovely eye of hers, he decided that the next best thing he could do was ensure that she had the funds to keep herself well supplied in bombs, bullets, and booze.

Pausing briefly as he came to the closed door of Val's office, Angel took a moment to consider how he wanted to do this.

It had been quite some time since he did anything to warrant more than a single blow to the face. So the likelihood of experiencing some…tough love after bursting in with a confident smile was relatively low. So long as Val didn't feel like venting his more….volatile emotions.

But at the same time, it would be unwise to act like a total sub since the Moth Demon would then probably want to 'reward' Angel for knowing his place. And since he would rather go back to the Hotel and take a nap instead of spending a few hours with a blue-colored dick up his ass, he wasn't really in the mood to 'enjoy' being Val's plaything.

Deciding that it would be best to be his version of respectful, the spider Demon knocked on the door before pushing his way inside.

"Hey Val, it's me. Listen I know it's a bit early, but I got the money I owe you…right…here."

He wasn't sure which was worse.

The fact that Val was finally deciding to add a kiddie menu to his business practices.

Or the fact that the kid was staring at him with the same look he had worn when he had first discovered just how….possessive his new 'daddy'.

But before he could rediscover his ability to speak, even if he knew that any comfort he could give would be forgotten as the kid retreated into himself to escape the horrors of his situation, Angel flinched as he felt a heavy, but familiar hand land on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here Angel Cakes? I thought I told you that you could take the rest of the evening off once you were done with your shift."

Turning around to face the unamused-looking Overlord, the spider Demon quickly held up the wad of cash.

"Just….just thought I'd pop in to give you my month dues Val. I know it's early, but I thought…

"Thought that I'd want the cash now instead of waiting for you to pay up at the last minute? You have that right idea sweetheart. But your timing is….unfortunate."

Laughing nervously as Val grabbed the offered stack of greenbacks, Angel barely managed to resist the urge to cringe as he felt one of the moth Demon's arms draw him closer to his side.

"But I suppose that since you've tried extra hard to be in Daddy's good books these past few weeks, I suppose can overlook this little…mistake."

Nodding his head to show gratitude, the white-furred porn star spared a quick glance at the miserable-looking kid before he did the one thing that usually got him into trouble.

Asking questions.

"Thanks Val. But I gotta ask, this kid isn't my…replacement is he?"

For a moment the only sound that could be heard was the muffled noise coming from the club and the odd banging noise from the rooms that had paid for the privilege to touch some of the Studio's entertainers.

But that moment quickly disappeared as Valentino broke down into a fit of cruel laughter.

Knowing that it was best to let him finish, for he had learned that it was NEVER a good idea to interrupt him, Angel felt his simpering mask morph into a confused frown as Val answered his question.

Albeit in a manner that implied he wouldn't be leaving for the next hour or so.

"Oh, Angel Cakes. While your suggestion is rather…amusing, and potentially profitable if I can find a client who has both the wealth and…appetite to treat him like I treat the rest of my…employees, I'm afraid that you're mistaken. Firstly because his value doesn't rest in how many dicks he can suck off in an hour. And secondly, have I ever given you the impression that I wanted to replace you?"

Doing his best not to react to the feeling of having his ass groped, Angel could only shake his head. Hoping that his nonverbal response would be enough to satisfy the smirking Overlord.

And to his relief it was.

"Good boy. Now run along. As much as I would love to show you a good time, Daddy has a meeting he has to attend."

Managing to keep his expression from showing that he had no problems with this temporary reprieve, the multi-limbed porn star was prevented from leaving thanks to the smoke-like chain attached to his wrist.

"Just one thing before you go Angels Cakes. This kid here, nobody needs to know about him until I give the word. Understand?"

Adopting his most submissive look, and doing his best to ignore the feeling of pity that was currently swelling up inside him as the kid shot him a look that begged for help, Angel gave the only answer he could.

"Whatever you want, Mr. Valentino."

Receiving an approving nod from Val, Angel quickly left the office not only before the more powerful Demon could change his mind, but also to hide the nearly unnoticeable sign that he was planning on breaking one of the primary rules of working for the multi-limbed Overlord.

For in this instance, he didn't hold much belief in the saying: "Whatever happened in the Studio, STAYED in the Studio."

…

"ALRIGHT, YOU STD SPREADING SUCKU SLUT! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON?"

Though slightly wincing at the volume of the understandably pissed-off Imp, Loona nevertheless managed to maintain her less than pleased expression as Blitzo's former flame tried to deny responsibility.

"I don't…hic…know what you're…hic…talking about."

Emphasis on tried.

If they weren't pressed for time, the gray Hellhound was certain she would have laughed at the heavily drunken Succubus. By the look and stench of her, it was clear that she had lost another battle to the 'evil' of alcoholism.

But while Verosika's role in Harry's disappearance was unmistakable, the fact remained that it had been another to hit Harry over the head and drag him to her office.

And while Vortex was both bigger and stronger than her, she felt no hesitation in making her displeasure known.

Taking sadistic pleasure in his pain-filled groan as she socked him in the stomach, and ignoring the fact that her hand felt like it had just punched a brick wall, Loona was pleased, though slightly disappointed, at how quickly her fellow hound caved in.

Though that feeling was soon replaced with dread.

"We didn't have a choice. Even if she is technically independent of his…employ, when an Overlord tells you to do something, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Especially if it's an Overlord like Valentino."

Noticing that she was not the only one to react to this information, though she wasn't surprised to see that the expressions being worn by the Imp couple were more horrified than hers, Loona all but snarled as Blitzo's drunken ex decided to speak up in her defense.

"I didn't…hic…have a choice. If I…hic…told Val no then…"

BANG!

She wasn't sure which was more surprising.

The fact that it had been Moxxie to put a bullet in the pink-skinned popstar.

Or the fact that he hadn't gone for an instant kill.

And it was clear that Blitzo shared her feelings.

"Wow, Moxx. I can't tell if I should be impressed, or ashamed of you."

Or so she thought.

"Care to explain what you mean by that, sir?"

She had to give her adoptive father credit. For while it was clear that Moxxie wasn't exactly in the mood to put up with Blitzo's usual bullshit, the taller Imp continued to act like there wasn't a gun being waved in his face.

"Well, you took the shot, proving that you've come along way from that night were you were bitching about depriving a family of their cannibalistic excuse of a mom. But at the same time, you pussied out by shooting her in the shoulder. You do realize that unless it's Exorcist ammo, shooting her in the head wouldn't have mattered? Hell, considering the stench of her, she might actually thank you considering you'd be saving her from a hangover."

Loona could only smirk as the white-haired Imp proved that he had a very good explanation for his actions.

"Killing her, even temporarily, would have just granted her a reprieve, sir. This bitch doesn't deserve peace for what she did. And I want her to know that until we get Harry back, she's going to be nothing more than target practice."

His words earning a nod of approval from not only herself but also Millie, who was currently wearing an expression that all but screamed that she was down to get in on that action, the gray furred Hellhound frowned in confusion as Blitzo released an irritated sigh.

"Then I suppose you better get your kicks in while you can. Cause if the kid's been taken by the Pimp Overlord, we really have only one way to do this without all of us dying in the process. And even if we somehow pull this off, I'm gonna have to do a lot of things to clear this debt."

Watching him pull out his cellphone, Loona began to have an inkling of how they were going to rescue her friend.

"Stolas, I need a favor."

…..

"Why my dear Angel, this is certainly a surprise. Usually, at this hour you are off cavorting with other lustful dullards. And yet here you are. Excessively partaking in the same hobby as Husker. Most unexpected indeed."

Raising his head so that he was staring at the ever-smiling expression of the Radio Demon, Angel merely turned back to his nearly empty glass after waving one of his hands in dismissal.

"Go away, Al. I'm not in the mood."

"And that is what's grabbed my interest, my fine fellow. Because usually whenever you return early, you are either trying your best to antagonize poor Vagatha or convince either myself or my faithful bartender into committing some sort of depraved and unhygienic activity."

Chuckling at the reminder that Al was still unflinching in his desire to neither touch or be touched in a sexual manner, though he was certain that Huskykins merely needed a few more weeks before he started to accept his countless offers to show him a good time, Angel felt his expression morph into a frown as Alastor proved that he was more than just a pretty face.

"Which leads me to suspect that you are currently experiencing some problems at work? Though considering the fact that it's been some time since you returned to the Hotel either limping or with various facial swellings, I do wonder what your…employer has done to you now."

It was here that Angel was faced with a conundrum.

For it was one thing to tell Cherri about Val's latest scheme. If only because the one-eyed anarchist was already planning to find some way to wreak havoc with his boss's business.

But to tell another Overlord? One who was already on bad terms with Val and the other V's? That was just asking for trouble.

Opening his mouth to try and dismiss Alastor's claims, Angel was prevented from saying anything thanks to the ringing of his phone.

Of course, as soon as saw who was calling, the spider Demon released an irritated sigh since the caller was a client that Val would want him to take despite being off the clock.

Taking a moment to get into character, for he knew that this particular client preferred his partners to be neither too submissive nor rude, Angel was only dimly aware that Al was watching him with that ever-present smile of his.

"Well hello, your highness. How's my favorite Owl Daddy doing this evening?"

…..

Annnnnd that's enough for now. Once again big thanks to Darkscythe Drake for their help in editing this story/serving as a sounding board.

And before I address what has happened in this chapter…will reveal the results of the poll I had set up to determine Harry's relationships. For despite the fact that it was supposed to be a blind people…I have been asked numerous times about the results lol

Out of 132 unique voters:

59 have vote for Loona and Octavia

33 for JUST Octavia

13 for Casual relationships instead of romantic/emotional relationships

11 for JUST Loona. Have to admit that I was surprised about that, but oh well lol

6 for HP characters

4 for Charlie

3 for Cheeri

2 for OC

1 for other Hazbin characters.

MIGHT be making one or two small additions, i.e. Harry having a fwb situation, but other than that….once Harry is old enough…he will end up with Loona and Octavia. So thank you everyone for voting.

Now on to the main points of the story :D

The Harry and Val chapter I think answers A LOT of the questions that have been asked about what Val wants to do with Harry. And I think I managed to do a good job of portraying the Moth Demon's personality in this situation. Soo…apologises if it was dark, and a cliffhanger….but it will be resolved either next chapter or the one after that.

More Parental Imps and concerned Hellhound scenes, with Blitzo being…Blitzo. However felt that it was time to have a scene where Moxxie is the one that's pushed over the edge.

And then of course the long awaited introduction of a certain porn star and a certain Radio themed Overlord. Once again don't have to go into too much detail here :D

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Plz review

AND there will be a new poll up to determine WHICH YEAR/BOOK will Harry be going to Hogwarts. I HAVE ideas if its book 1 or 4…but have yet to settle on the final details.

So please vote.

Til next time.