Gamelover41592 - Were you pleasantly surprised?
Guest99 - Glad you enjoyed the Chapter, I too feel interested to see Molly reunited with her family in Hell, and I have some ideas down the line to explore it. I'll also take those suggestions of new powers/abilities/weapons for Lincoln into consideration, had some ideas there I liked.
Mr. Haziq - I got the idea for Mayonnaise from a NSFW artist and I wanted to opportunity to use it. Yeah, after some thought I think it would have been a lot easier for everyone to guess who Maria was if I used Angel's actual real name from his human life; I had written this chapter without consulting any of the information about Hazbin Hotel so I stuck with it.
Wolvenstrom - I would guess that the Don is still quite upset with Molly's betrayal, and we'll explore what those ramifications lead into when we get there.
TheMasterBlacksmith - If they did, they haven't made themselves known, but regardless, I'm still a bit bummed out people didn't pick up on my hints in the first half.
MINISODE: A Tale in Three Parts
Part One: Dinner and Sex
(A/N: Co-written with my little brother, Mr Dusk)
Moxxie and Millie returned home after a long day at work, another successful kill with Lincoln finding his place among them, proving to be quite a fearsome killer despite his generally pleasant demeanor, being a demon in Hell and knowing how to handle himself in a fight, not to mention the cynical circumstances of his death, and he proved himself a professional.
For now though, Moxxie and Millie were focused on having the night to themselves and worry about work once they returned, but for now tonight was their night. Moxxie had whipped up some of his specialties that he knew of from his previous pursuit of being a chef before he decided on this particular business.
Millie could cook as well, but she loved Moxxie's cooking and she knew how much her husband loved to cook for them, so she let him do the cooking for tonight. Besides that, Millie had plans for him and she wanted to make sure she wasn't distracted with extraneous tasks. After finishing their meal, Moxxie went to the kitchen to cleanup, as Millie decided to go check out her thing she brought just for her husband.
"Doo-doo-doo," Moxxie was merrily humming to a casual tune as he finished up the cutlery.
"Mox," Millie called out, feeling excited, "honey, you almost done in there?"
"Just about, Mils," he said back in reply, "did you like dinner?"
"It was scrump-diddly-umptious!" She responded with great satisfaction, "You always know what I'm hankerin' for every night like a cookin' wizard or somethin'!"
Moxxie put the dishes on the rack to dry, "Well, I do aim to please. You all ready for bed, honey?"
"In a few, love!" came her response, "Get on the sheets and get cozy, I got a lil somethin' from one of Linky's girlfriends, you're gonna love this!"
"Oh my, which one?" Moxxie asked, vaguely intrigued, but then he got a terrible idea in his head when he recalled one among those girls that Lincoln beds with, "If it's something from Loona, I think you should reconsider." He went to their bedroom and prepared their mess of a bed.
Millie reassured him with her next statement, "Relax, it was from that nice maid lady from the Hazbin! We were about the same size as each other, so it worked out."
Moxxie felt relieved upon hearing that as he fluffed the pillows and lit a few candles, "Thank goodness…" then he realized what she said, "wait, the same size?"
"Here I come!" Millie stepped into view wearing a lovely little bit of almost-nothing.
Millie was wearing a sensuous parody of a maid's uniform, with a white collar and black bowtie around her neck, frilly white pasties with bows over her nipples, cufflinks on her wrists, and a tiny, tiny frilled apron that only barely covered her pelvic area; everything else was just her bare skin.
Moxxie's tail immediately spikes upwards, and he blushes furiously, "Millie! How are you even wearing that?" He nearly falls onto the bed.
Millie winked slyly, "Ah ah ah, that's a little secret between women, Mox, besides, you should be less worried about how I'm wearing it…" she starts walking up to him and plants one of her impish hooves along his inner thigh and moves it about delicately, "…and more worried about how I'm going to reward you for the excellent meal tonight, if you get my drift," she licked her lips lustfully.
Moxxie grinned, "You say that as if you're not treating yourself." He reaches up and puts a kiss on her cheek.
Millie leans in closer to him, caressing his abdomen, "My dear Moxxie, just being married to you is a treat enough for me," she moves to his neck and starts licking and sucking on the flesh.
Moxxie giggled a little, "You know that tickles..." and then he quickly threw something to put the window blinds down before nibbling a bit on her skin.
It was her turn to giggle a bit now, "I love hearing you laugh, Moxxie-loxy," her face trailed down and licked across his chest and down his happy trail.
"Of course, you make me the luckiest demon in Hell, Millie." His bulge bumps up against her.
Millie looked up towards him, eyes looking soft yet naughty, "Me too, Mox, now let's get your skivvies out of the way…" she forces her way to his imp dick, "Looks like my little service uniform got you all hot and bothered now, hmm, good sir?" She says with a playful tease to her tone.
Moxxie laughed naughtily "It sure has, my girl. Be a good dear and take care of that." He humped his dick a bit as he spoke.
"Hotel Millie provides excellent service for our favorite VIP," her lips engulfed his tip, making sucking sounds around the head as her tongue dances expertly on his tingly spots.
Moxxie smiled like a kid, "Ooh! That's the kinda service I need!" He proceeded to gently rub Millie's horns as she goes down on him.
Millie reached further inward, taking one hand and clutching his balls, grasping them with just that right amount of force for him to feel it but not so much as to discomfort him.
Moxxie drew a sharp breath, "Aah… Mill-er… Miss, you keep that up and I'm gonna fire a shot into your mouth!" He rubs a hand on Millie's neck and back as she continued digging in, bringing his whole imp stick in her mouth, and then, feeling a bit cheeky, took her other hand and gently, ever-so-slightly, prods his backhole; Moxxie fired off his shot, and it wasn't a bullet this time.
"Ooh!" He fired off a second round, "Ah crumbs..."
Millie pulled back, her cheeks swollen with his seed. She swished it around a bit, before gulping it down in one swig, "Have I provided excellent service, Mister?"
Moxxie took a moment to catch his breath, "Yes! That was incredible Mil-er… Miss!"
"I do hope you have a little extra in there," she says with a chuckle, tickling his testes before giving him a kiss on the cheek, then turning back and leaning forward, showing her shapely round buttocks towards him, "we gladly accept all tips in the rear, deposit in any hole you'd like, Mister..."
Moxxie wasted no time and shoves his dick into his wife's wet pussy, "You're gonna get a BIG TIP, girl!" He starts humping her backside like an unleashed gremlin.
Millie gasped in surprise, "Oh, oh fuck! Oh Hell's bells and buckets o' cum!" she gripped the sheets hard as Moxxie assaulted her rear end with vigor.
He cups her breasts as he fucks her, "You asked for it, Missy! Hehehe! I'm gonna fill your tip jar to the brim, girl! Oh, this is so great without any pervs looking at us!"
"Oh, ah... uh... eee! DO it, Mox!" she screamed, dropping all pretenses of foreplay, "Make me a happy little cum bucket!"
Moxxie gritted his teeth as he went faster, "Oh you'll be happy, all right!" He could feel his balls slap on her ass cheeks.
Millie chanted his name excitedly and cheered him on, "Moxxie! Moxxie! Moxxx!"
Moxxie pushed in deep, before he fired another round in her pussy, filling it, "Hoo... Ah, Millie..."
"Ah... Oh my... Mox..." Millie was too exhausted and satisfied to talk properly, it seemed. Her lady hole squirted a little bit, spilling on their bed and adding another spot on their trooper of a mattress.
"Ah crumbs...I think I went overboard." He collapsed on the bed, cum still spilling out of his dick. Millie recovered upon hearing the leak, and helpfully lapped it up before cuddling with him, smiling, "I'll take care of laundry this week, Mox." she said with a wink.
"Thanks Millie." He pecked her heard, "I love you."
She pressed her face on his neck, "I love you too, sweetheart."
Moxxie's phone suddenly vibrated, "Hmm? I thought I turned my phone off." He inspected it to see what it was, and he smiled in amusement, "Hey Millie, check this out."
It was a message from Lincoln, showing a picture of him doing an OK sign in front of Blitzø restrained in a straitjacket and with a paper bag over his head, accompanying it was a message from the rabbit, "Let me know if you need me to keep him out of your hair again, Mox."
She also smiled in amusement, "Aww... that was a nice thing he did, and I love that he was so thorough about it too."
Moxxie put his phone on the nightstand, "It really helped me let loose... I don't think I let out that much before."
"Me too," she kissed his cheek, "without the Boss spyin' on us it's just been amazing. We're lucky to have such a good boy be our nephew, right Mox?"
Moxxie smiled at the thought, even though they weren't really related, it was a nice idea, considering how close they had become with the Hellhare, and how much he came to think of them as family with all the times Blitzø had the couple look after him, "Well, it is very nice to have him around."
Part Two: Intern
Molly awoke from bed as she removed the blinds from her eyes, going to freshen up in her bathroom before heading to the kitchen of her apartment to prepare some breakfast – toast, eggs-over-easy, nice crispy bacon – as she was getting ready for another day of work.
In the time since she died, Molly was living a peaceful eternity in Paradise, where there was very little to worry about and the needs of all virtuous souls were met, but as much as Molly enjoyed the tranquility of it all, she still felt a yearning deep within herself, borne from her one regret in life…
Her musings were interrupted when a video call chimed to let her know that someone wanted to speak with her. She turned it on and was greeted by a dark-gray-skinned angel with shimmering white hair flanked with her glowing halo, "Hi, Molly, hope I'm not interrupting you or anything."
"Good morning, Emily," Molly responded, smiling back at her friend, the seraph Emily, "I think this is the earliest you've called me, what's going on?"
"Oh, you know, I've been trying to get you to upgrade your living quarters for a while now," she responded, "Are you sure I can't convince you to upgrade to that nice condo we talked about?"
"Yes Emily," Molly took a sip of her coffee, "I told you I'm happy where I am right now. Maybe if I was living with someone else, I'd probably think about the condo by then."
That reminded Emily of something, "Speaking of, I still don't have any information about that fellow you're looking for."
"Warren, Warren Walker," Molly replied, "I know he isn't here, what he did obviously puts him at odds with Heaven's strictures, so I don't expect him to be here."
"Oh it must be so awful," Emily looked sympathetic, thinking about her friend's lover and what kind of situation he must be in, "to think he's down there, probably having to endure the most terrible hardships imaginable."
Molly finished her breakfast, "At first, I was terrified I wouldn't be able to see him, but I can't lose hope." She took her dishes and set them in the sink, "but somehow, I think he is doing well for himself, he is a crafty and cautious man, I'm sure he is doing well. Call it intuition but I am sure I'll see him again, I know it."
That lifted Emily's spirits, "I'm so happy for you, Molly, and you know, I'll do whatever I can to help you find him."
"Thanks, Emily," Molly grabbed her purse, "by the way, I heard you met with that Princess from Hell… Lucifer's daughter, right?"
"Oh yeah, she seemed to be a lovely character," she responded, "she's apparently started a hotel down there, specifically a place for Sinners to find redemption so they can come up here."
"Sounds nice," an idea crossed her mind upon hearing that, "Do you… do you think she could find Warren down there?"
Emily had a hopeful look on her face, "Oh I sure hope so, but I do think if there's anyone who can, it'd be Miss Charlotte."
"Sounds like a great plan," Molly walked up next to the call screen, "Anyway, I have to get to work, I'll talk to you soon, Emily."
Emily waved at her, "Have a good day at work, Molly!"
Molly turned the screen off and left for her job. She had gotten an internship working for C. H. E. R. U. B. in their office space, handling some administrative duties so that they could put more of their representatives on the field. Molly wanted to work to help people, something she was unable to do during her lifetime of being born to a crime family, but now she was free to do as she wanted, and it brought a smile to her face to see several souls turn their life around and get the chance to enter Heaven.
Walking by the hallways, she passed by the office of some of her coworkers and noticed it was empty. The space in question was usually occupied by the cherubs Cletus, Collin and Keenie, but they weren't there; in fact, they haven't shown up to work in a few months now.
Molly stopped by the water dispenser and met with the tall lion cherub who was having a drink, this was Sol, the secretary for Cletus and his crew's department, "Good morning, Sol."
"Good morning, Molly," he greeted in return, "I hope you slept well."
"Of course," Molly replied, before pointing towards the empty office with her thumb, "Hey, where's Cletus and the others? I haven't seen them in ages."
He looked surprised to think that Molly did not know about this, "Oh, didn't you hear? They got excommunicated."
"Wait, what?" this was indeed the first she's heard of this, though then again Molly wasn't one to engage in too much idle gossip around the building.
"Yeah, apparently they killed the poor sod they were assigned to and Deerie had to break the bad news to them." Sol explained, looking a bit disappointed to recall the events.
"But… they wouldn't kill someone," Molly reasoned, "I mean, yeah Cletus was always a little too stuck-up about his job, but he wouldn't kill anyone."
"I don't really have all the details myself," Sol confessed, "But regardless, the mortal they were assigned to had died as the result of their action, and rules are rules."
Molly frowned, she didn't know them too long, but from her occasional visits to Cletus and his team, she thought they were nevertheless quite devoted to the job, and in particular, their teammate Collin was quite earnest in his task and she thought having him around would help keep them focused, "It just doesn't really seem fair, I sure hope they're okay."
Sol was about to start down the hall to where he was assigned to, but he had some parting words for the Spider Afterlifer (A/N: Patent Pending) before he was out of earshot "Wherever they are, I'm sure they're all right. It's not like any of us can just go down and look for them on Earth now, can we?"
Molly headed for her cubicle, but that last part that Sol mentioned stayed on her mind while she busied herself with her current assignment; only licensed agents of C. H. E. R. U. B. were permitted travel to Earth, and there was a fair bit of clearance needed before they actually could, and non-cherub agents, while able to go to Earth with field personnel, were always attached with a cherub or two because of concerns that they may develop an attachment to the living world and possibly forsake Heaven, and angelic interventions on Earth were strictly regulated and wayward angelic types straying about were usually apprehended and counseled extensively.
Molly had gone on one such excursion, if only because she needed it as part of her internship course, but her keen perception allowed her to observe the exact method, otherwise privy only to field agents of the organization, to open passageways to Earth wherever it was.
Perhaps she could try it out one of these days and go find out what really happened to Cletus and his companions, get their side of the story; besides, doing a good turn for them and helping them get back into the good graces of the higher-ups would be a really nice thing to do, and good ol' Molly couldn't help but be a paragon of virtue, even if it meant nosing around in places she shouldn't…
Part Three: Briefing the Big Guy
Stolas was alone in his mansion, his wife had stormed off to her brother's place after another bout of wrecking his home and maiming the staff. Blitzø wasn't able to come and comfort him tonight, he was on another assignment and would be occupied for the whole night.
He decided to brew some tea and maybe go and sit on the balcony with it, maybe some stargazing would take his mind off his troubles. He sat down and set his kettle and cups and fixings, along with a tin of snacks as he looked up into the Void above, with a heavy book in hand in case he felt like having a distraction with the written word.
He was about to reach for his kettle when he noticed a small interloper appear on the table – a Trite; these small creatures were like spiders whose bodies were shaped like misshapen human skulls, with arachnid limbs extending outward to move and interact with objects.
Stolas groaned in annoyance and was about to smash the creature with his heavy book, that is until he noticed a large and prominent demonic eye emerge from its body after twitching spastically. The owl demon had not expected him to come visit him so soon, and without his companion beside him.
"Hope I didn't interrupt you during a bad time, owl boy." B-G spoke through the Trite's body.
"No, actually, I'm in the mood for some company right now." Stolas replied.
"Good," B-G started, "because I have some questions, if you don't mind my asking."
"Of course," he poured a cup of tea for himself, "you know I wasn't really sure I needed more than a single cup, but since you're here, would you like some, my lord?"
"Two sugars," B-G requested, "and stop calling me that, you and I go way back, so there's no point treading those formalities."
Stolas laughed softly, "Of course, forgive me for being a bit out of sorts." He made the tea as B-G wanted, before continuing, "I've uh, had some trouble with the wife."
"Stella? I thought you two would have gotten along rather well by now," B-G noted, recalling how, despite some rough first impressions, the fact they had a daughter must have been an indication that they had gotten along at some point.
"So did I," Stolas replied, sipping his tea and sighing, "but regardless of what I did for her or any concessions I made, Stella just… wanted more from me."
B-G felt remorseful about the whole thing upon hearing all of this, "I had thought your father made the right choice selecting her for you, and I wanted to think so too, if only because I thought your father seemed to have high hopes for you and your future. I wanted to believe he finally got his act together and pulled through for you."
"I had hoped so as well," Stolas took another sip, "But you overestimated how much he cared and knew about me, sir; we both know I have only one father, and it was never Lord Paimon."
"I suppose you're right," The Trite possessed by B-G proceeded to slurp up the tea given to him, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, and I'm sorry I called you a "flocking featherface," I was kind of upset when I found you being inappropriate with that imp fellow, I thought I had taught you better than that."
"It was a moment of weakness!" He exclaimed, "Stella wasn't the partner I thought she was, nor was she ever going to be. I got desperate and, well, Blitzy promised me he'd make me 'feel better about myself' if I, uh, helped him with his business venture."
"You gave him your Lamina," there was a slight rise in B-G's voice, as if the thought of it was a cause of much consternation, "You know if there was one thing I hoped you would not do it was to be so foolish as to entrust an outsider with that power… you are lucky Blitzø isn't mad enough to just use it to try and oust you from your position."
"Don't worry about Blitzø," Stolas explained, "I do think the poor fellow might have some attachment to me, for whatever reason."
"He is his own pile of trouble, Stolas," BG explained, "And I would rather not risk any of that trouble spilling out and putting you in a terrible position."
There was a bit of silence between them, with Stolas not sure how to follow up with that.
B-G decided to change the subject, "I had learned something not too long ago, Stolas; that fellow Renon told me about the 'Exterminations' that come from Heaven every year," B-G paused, "What in the bloody Void happened here while I was gone?"
"Well, sir," Stolas began, "I'm sure you've noticed here and there, but Hell has been having a bit of an overpopulation problem, and the Powers That Be in Heaven decided they needed to cull the herd now that you weren't here."
"I suspected as much," B-G commented, "But what about Aggie and Vaz? They can pariphalyze Sinners as well, can't they?"
Stolas poured another cup for himself, "Well, yes, they could, but unfortunately, not with the deal that Heaven gave them."
"What do you mean? Did they change the terms of our Accords?"
"If they did, then I am not sure," Stolas' voice sounded grim, "Very few actually know what happened, but for whatever reason, the conditions for souls to enter Heaven have become even stricter, that or the threshold for sending souls to Hell are even simpler."
"Sounds like it would have been quite a feast for me and the others if I was around."
"And that frightened Heaven – to know that the world was becoming less and less like they wanted," Stolas placed a talon on his chest while turning to B-G, "with more souls choosing a path to us."
"Well it is the nature of the beast, they knew that their reign wasn't going to last."
"They think to try and intervene to keep their power," Stolas prepared another cup as he spoke, "So they have taken matters into their own hands and are now proactively involved with our crisis." He started drinking his new cup.
"It will do them no good," B-G scoffed as he finished slurping the last drop of his tea, "it's all going to matter little in the end, once the time of the next Epoch begins."
Stolas nearly choked on his tea when he mentioned that, "About that, sir…"
And so Stolas told B-G about a bunch of other things, things that I, the author, don't feel like telling you because it would spoil a bunch of things. Instead all I can tell you is that B-G is told of all the information that Stolas himself is privy to and B-G isn't too fond of this news he was hearing.
"This is a bunch of bullscheisse!" B-G exclaimed, upset by the news, "What are they doing up there?"
"If you really want to know more, sir, you should probably go and ask those who do."
"And who would those be?" B-G asked.
Stolas tapped his beak thoughtfully, thinking about it, "Lord Lucifer is pre-occupied, not to mention he is being monitored carefully for compliance, I sincerely doubt you'll be able to get close enough to ask him for answers. Most of the Lemegeton are off on their own thing, the First Rank in particular left to their own devices and unreachable, which suits Lord Paimon just fine, leaving us all to rot." The First Rank being the Lemegeton of Ranks Ten to Four, just beneath the Trismagia, and Paimon was the 9th.
"And what of Aggie and Vaz?" B-G asked, as those two were the ones he knew he could rely on the most.
"Gone," Stolas replied, "Nobody knows where they are, they were forced into exile as a condition of the Exterminations and only they know for sure."
"My options truly are limited, then." B-G sounded dejected to know he would not find answers easily.
Stolas knew of one last option that was B-G's best bet, "There is one potential individual you could reach, sir."
"Who?"
"Ukobach," Stolas replied, and was referring to the First Among Imps, the oldest of his kind, and who was favored by the Trismagia as a confidant in all their affairs, "if there is anyone who knows the details of this whole conspiracy, it would be him."
"Where can I find him?"
"In the Wrath Ring, he has sequestered himself away from others but his location is known," Stolas turned back to his stargazing, "The Harvest Moon Festival will be upon us in about a month or two; I can have your host and you come with me with I. M. P. so you can go to the Wrath Ring and then I can have you redirected to Ukobach's residence."
"Very well…" B-G stared up into the Void, seeing the small glow of Heaven's light in the distance, "…I wish I was able to do something sooner, to know the ravages that you've all had to suffer, without me."
"There was nothing you could have done, my Lord," Stolas replied, "but if it is any consolation, we have been doing all that we can to stymie the damage in our own way, perhaps none more so than Princess Charlotte."
A name that the Ring Demon had not heard of in ages, "Sparky's little girl?"
"Yes, oh you should have seen her little pitch on the news, in fact…" With a flick of his hand, he summoned a television screen, and turned it on to a recording of Charlie's infamous interview when she first opened her rehabilitation hotel, "…it's been something of a gag that's made its round all over Hell."
B-G watched the recording intently, not saying a word as he observed the performance before him. Once it was finished, he could finally find the words to say about all that he had seen, "She has grown so much since I last saw her, and she has such a lovely voice too."
"She's really good at it," Stolas giggled in amusement, "Lucifer allows her to do as she pleases, even if we all feel that she might be chasing a pipe dream…"
"Her heart is in the right place," B-G commented, "But she hasn't the power to accomplish much, and Sinners redeeming themselves on their own is… not impossible, but tremendously difficult, and tedious."
"Well, isn't that just the nature of us all?" the owl remarked, "We are, all of us, beings of Chaos – our lives and decisions mercurial things?"
"Have you forgotten what I've taught you, boy?" The eye on the Trite's body looked as though his brow was crooked in disbelief, "There is always a 'method to the madness' or have the eons made you forgetful?" The two had a laugh with each other after that, "I cannot stay here for very long, rabbit boy will be awake soon."
"I'll not keep you long, sir," Stolas paused as he considered what he was about to say, "but, can I ask something of you real quick, before you leave?"
"What is it?"
"Could you… you know, coddle me for a little while?" Stolas paused as he saw B-G blink a few times, trying to comprehend what he was asking of him. The owl felt awkward and went red in the face, feeling like he had asked too much, "I'll… I'll be leaving now."
"Stolas, wait." B-G called, and Stolas turned back to the small creature B-G was possessing, "I can spare a little bit of time." A tentacle emerged and formed a hand, "Close your eyes, owl boy."
Stolas did as he asked, and B-G placed his pointer finger on his forehead, and then Stolas opened his eyes, finding himself a little owl chick once more, sitting in bed. He turned beside him to see a tall, imposing figure cloaked in shadows sitting next to him and looking down upon him, the only features of the being's face being three eyes and a ring of horns around his head that formed the shape of a crown. Despite his intimidating appearance, Stolas felt safe seeing him there.
B-G was playing a memory Stolas remembered fondly – one night when he was gripped with a terrible anxiety, B-G visited him and decided to sing him a little something.
"It always seems more quiet in the dark,
It always feels so stark,
How silence grows under the moon,
Constellations gone so soon."
The huge figure placed one hand on Stolas' head and gently stroked the owl's coiffure.
"I used to think that I was bold,
I used to think love would be fun,
Now all my stories have been told,
Except for one."
Little Stolas laid down on his pillow as B-G took his other hand and gently massaged his chest.
"As the stars start to align,
I hope you take it as a sign,
That you'll be okay,
Everything will be okay."
B-G took the blanket and tucked him in.
"And if the seven rings collapse,
Although the day could be my last,
You will be okay,
When I'm gone you'll be okay."
B-G continued to gently knead and caress the owl boy just as he entered the final verse of the song.
"And when creation goes to die,
You can find me in the sky,
Upon the last day,
And you will be okay."
The large figure turned away towards a nearby window and opened it, ready to depart, before he turned back to little Stolas, "Good night, owl boy."
The memory faded and Stolas was back on the balcony, a tear of genuine happiness emerging from one of his eyes as he turned back to B-G, "Thank you, sir."
"I'll admit I missed being there for you, Stolas," B-G confessed, "you used to be such a small thing, and now look at you."
"Well, you inspired me to be a better owl," Stolas wiped the tear from his face, "and I wanted to be able to show that to you, even though it took a fairly long time to meet you again so you can see it."
"Well, I'm glad I was able to see you again, little one." The eye on the creature slowly began to fade, "take care of yourself, boy."
"Take care…" Stolas smiled, treasuring this gentle reunion with the demon in Lincoln's ring. He saw that the Trite was now back to its normal self, no longer possessed by B-G's consciousness and feeling rather disoriented, Stolas grabbed his heavy book and smashed the creature right then and there.
Another Minisode, with the first one a little treat for those wanting to see our favorite married imps have some time to shine and entertain you People of Culture so we can get some variety outside of Lincoln's "shows."
The other two are setups for future storylines I'm going for, and with Part 3 in particular, fleshing out more of B-G's character so as to remind you all he is more than a wise-cracking accessory who gives Lincoln his abilities.