The Devil All The Time Chapter 2: MT, a Loud House + Hazbin Hotel Crossover fanfic

Maria Mayberry was having a fairly pleasant day thus far.

("Tantrum" by Ashnikko)

She got dressed in rather conservative clothing despite the living circumstances she found herself in. It was all in good intentions to give off a good impression and get into the good graces of the headmaster of Pentagram Penitentiary Place, not that it would or did matter anyway.

[Verse 1: Ashnikko]
Riots on the TV, freeway, dirt bike, popping wheelies
They wanna keep it PG, all their daughters wanna be me (Ah)
I'm Georgia peachy, believe me, head out the window, it's breezy
They up my ass like bikinis, I'm not nice, I'm a meanie

Indeed, when she passed on from one life to another, she decided it would be best for her to pick up where she left off. After managing to find a place to live and the materials required to build it, she then took a job at one of the top public schools in the district (not that it said much), working as one of the many replacement teachers after some of them were...suspended.

[Pre-Chorus: Ashnikko & Slinger]
Ooh, sorry, mom and dad
I did something bad
Please don't get attached
There's no coming back (Break that motherf*****)

Due to her past status as a mother-like figure to the living children, she was unexpectedly a hit with many of the students. Even the most mean-spirited, half-witted, and unpleasant of the bunch took a shining to her and did their best to appeal to her.

[Chorus: Ashnikko]
Break a heart like an eggshell, cardiac arrest, a heart attack (Yeah)
Throw a tantrum, baby, doll me up 'cause I'm a brat
I'm a handful, demidevil, pyromaniac
Bitch, I am one, throw a tantrum

Despite her positive predicament, however, she could not help but feel "a little" bitter that one simple massacre propelled by blind rage was enough to condemn her to the Underworld for all eternity. Plus, that simple massacre was witnessed by her students, those whom she treated as her own children. And those children would undoubtedly be haunted for the rest of their lives.

[Post-Chorus: Ashnikko]
Bitch, I am one
Throw a tantrum

They would also be better off without her, anyway.

[Verse 2: Ashnikko]
Beauty pageant, make it tragic, blood dripping out my nose (Ew)
Leather jackets, bad habits, and we're revvin' to the full (Ah)
Dark magic, cheer captain, cheer my team like, "Go, team, go" (My team)
T-E-A-M P-S-Y-C-H-O (Team Psycho)

She could not, would not, and did not blame them for what had happened on that fateful day. She could, would, and did only blame herself alone. Those children would be nothing more than a distant memory, a tragic reminder of her inevitable fate...

[Pre-Chorus: Ashnikko & Slinger]
Ooh, sorry, mom and dad
I did something bad
Please don't get attached
There's no coming back (Break that motherf*****)

In any case, she was glad it was her rather than them suffering through it.

She deserved this fate. A fate she herself was the master of.

[Post-Chorus: Ashnikko]
Bitch, I am one
Throw a tantrum (Aww)
Bitch, I am one (Hi, I'm a brat)
Throw a tantrum

She earned that fate...

That responsibility...

That burden...

And she would not have any other way...

But other than that...

Maria Mayberry was having a fairly pleasant day thus far.

. . .

And then her Hellphone rang.

SCREECH!

Mrs. Mayberry's cheerful smile reverted to a confused frown when her hellular device blared out in the middle of her teaching the class, whose attention was now drawn to the hellish gadget. Checking her caller ID, her frown became more crooked and contemptuous before remembering she had a class she was tending to.

"Oh, excuse me, children," Tamara simulated a smile for their sake, "This is a rather important call; I'll be back in a few minutes. Logan, you're in charge of the class, okay?"

The young demon, a sharp-dressed male who appeared less demonic than the others at first glance, merely nodded without glancing up from his notebook. "Got it."

Heading out of the classroom to take the rather important call, Tamara's smile dropped once she was far away as possible before placing her Hellphone up to her ear and answered.

"Mr. Blitz?"

"Tamara! It's good to see you...or rather, hear your voice again."

"Your piece of luck is my misfortune, Blitz."

"Aw, are you still mad about that one-night stand? Because if you are, I did leave a note on the nightstand and sinners can't have children."

. . .

"There is a difference among mad, sad, and glad when it comes to one-night stands, Blitz. I was merely miffed about your decision to bail. Now what do you need? I am in the middle of teaching class."

"My associates and I ran into an interesting situation two days before. While we were returning from a mission, Loona stumbled upon a child."

"A child?"

"And not just any child... A human child."

"WHAT?! I mean... What? How is that even possible?"

"The boy was injured, so we fixed him up. Or...we tried to."

. . .

"Give me a few minutes. I'll be there."

Without giving Blitzo a chance to respond back, Maria charged back into the classroom, where the students seemed content on chattering amongst themselves, presumably about the homework they were assigned to.

"I'm sorry, children," Mrs. Mayberry smiled sadly, "but an emergency has popped up."

"Are you going to be okay, Mrs. Mayberry?" A young pig-like demon exchanged concerned glances with her teacher.

"Oh, of course, Cassie," Mrs. Mayberry comforted the young girl, "It just means I have to leave early and you all in the guidance of Logan. Logan...can you make sure the class reads from Page 6 to Page 66? And make sure to choose 11 assignments from them."

The humanoid, sharp-dressed demon never glanced up from his notebook as Mrs. Mayberry again addressed him.

"Got it."

"Thank you. I will see you children next Monday."

As the children bid their teacher goodbye and went about their business, Maria exited the room and picked up the pace as the possibility of a child... A human child in need ran continuous laps around her head non-stop.

. . .

Maria Mayberry was having a pleasant day thus far.

Martha Manson was having a fairly pleasant day thus far.

("Manners" by Ashnikko)

Upon her arrival in Hell, it was clear from the get-go that her luck was taking a turn. Not for the better or the worse, but rather...the simple and straight-up weird.

Her new form consisted of dark magenta skin; thick white hair that extended past her back (and covered her missing right eye, which was adorned with a bright red 'X'); long slender fingers and legs with her feet having become cloven hooves; a long pointed tail; light magenta, black-tipped horns; bright pink eyeshadow; dark red lipstick; a row of sharpened teeth that vaguely resembled fangs; and a pair of bat-like wings protruding from a back.

Her new outfit consisted of a strategetically torn-up 1950's housewife dress with the color scheme of blood red and bright white polka dots, a pair of pink high-heels, and a pentagram necklace. Along with the fact that the top half of the dress more or not resembled a bra and the overall outfit emphasized her legs and midriff above all else, it was clear that the uniform was not just meant to play up her sex appeal.

She was now a succubus demon.

[Intro]
Holier than the ozone layer
Eyes bigger than the headlights, dear
How the fucking hell did I get here?
Brown liquor made the memory clear
I'm a weird bitch, suck my toes
Got me dripping like a runny nose
I want all of that and one of those
Titties out, little tummy showin'

Taking in her new demonic form and the realization that she was in the domain of the damned, she smirked with newfound confidence in her step as she strutted off from the street, onto the sidewalk, and down the lane. She had a single goal in mind: rule the realm, take the turns, and look sexy while doing it.

[Pre-Chorus]
Fat pussy like Santa, hands up
Fuck shit up, flip a table, go bananas
In the moonlight, dancin', no pajamas
That dick tastes like Yankee Candle

It would seem that she succeeded at performing the third task, given that many of the demons (male and female alike) were already oogling her with thirst and hunger. The few who were not paying attention were too preoccupied with their personal pickles in the form of polemic protesting over petty phenomena. Something she noticed eventually, a couple of explosives literally fell from the sky and into the palms of her hands, promptly prompting a pronto plan. Lighting them up and hurling them at the group, she cackled at the catastrophe she consciously created as the other demons cheered for the new arrival.

[Chorus]
I don't mind my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my manners

Standing there momentarily with pride glinting in her eyes, she beckoned her arriving acolytes along as she decided to wreak havoc in this kingdom before ruling it. She just decided the necessary weapons and equipment to pull it off. Fortunately (or, depending on one's point-of-view, unfortunately), as luck would have it, a weapons store just happened to be her very right, prompting her and the others to raid the store and take nearly everything on stock.

Because of her preference for shotguns in the living world, she settled on a Remington 870 Wingmaster, an upgrade from her Double-Barreled Shotgun during her hunt for the spawn of Satan. She also took a black leather shotgun bandolier, which she slung over her shoulder and filled to the brim with spare shells.

I don't mind my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my manners
Mind my mind, mind my my, ah fuck that

Exiting the weapons store now armed to the teeth, Martha led her new cult to the deepest, darkest, and dastardly depths of Pentagram City to conquer unfamiliar territory and wreak familiar havoc. A primary part of her morbid motivation of death and destruction in the name of Satan was her family; despite their drastically different outlook on life compared to most nuclear families (or families in general), she was deeply dedicated to them. Whether or not they were still alive, she would still do this for them...and they would most likely do the same in her name.

[Verse 1]
Fight or flight, fighting for my life
Fuck it up, I'm fucking with his psyche
I'm a teddy bear with lots of spikes
So you know I'm the shit like you didn't wipe
And I never let a deadbeat bounce on my buttcheeks
Buckteeth, make these bitches have a tough week
Tongue deep-diving make 'em think I'm gonna suck feet
I'm a UV ray, bitch better wear sunscreen

In any case, Martha was in a new world now, and a new world meant a new life. And that new life required new rules.

New rules that she was absolutely adamant on not getting accustomed to.

[Pre-Chorus]
Fat pussy like Santa, hands up
Fuck shit up, flip a table, go bananas
In the moonlight, dancin', no pajamas
That dick tastes like Yankee Candle (Yankee Candle)

Spotting a turf war between a snake-like demon and his sentient egg-like henchmen; a spider-like demon; and a cyclops-like demon (the latter of whom appeared to be on the latter's side), Martha grinned with audacity as she one-hand pumped her shotgun and charged into battle, opening fire on the Egg Bois.

[Chorus]
I don't mind my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind, mind my my manners (BOOM!)

Speed-loading her shotgun, Martha cackled like a madwoman on a rampage as she charged forward and opened fire again.

I don't mind my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind, mind my, ah fuck that (BOOM!)

"Who's the crazy-ass angel with the shotgun?" Angel Dust tilted his head in intrigue at an blissfully ignorant Martha.

"I have no idea, Angie," Cherri Bomb chuckled in amusement and admiration for the new arrival as she brandished a brace of bombs, "But this crazy-ass angel with the shotgun clearly shares our appetite for destruction! Our type of angel, huh?"

"You said it first, Sugar Tits!" Angel Dust chuckled after her as he reloaded his M1921A Thompson submachine gun, "Our brand of crisis..."

The both of them then merged into the considerably colossal crowd following Martha, who continued blasting away at the retreating Egg Bois and any arriving demons who wanted a piece of the territorial cake.

[Verse 2]
Fuck the limelight (BOOM!), I want the slimelight (BOOM!)
It's high time to collect like a prize fight (BOOM!)
Sleep with a nightlight (BOOM!), creep in the night time (BOOM!)
MySpace cutie, you can bite me twilight (BOOM!)
Fuck the timeline (BOOM!), I'm in the future (BOOM!)
I love music too much to fuck the producer (BOOM!)
I love music (BOOM!), you bitches use and abuse her (BOOM!)
I listen to my own music in the Uber (BOOM!)

Speed-loading her shotgun for the fourth time, Martha beckoned her cult to split up and cause chaos individually. Her ears perking up at the song playing on one of the radio, she made a mental note to use it as her theme song, singing the bridge underneath her breath.

[Bridge]
Master the arcs (BOOM!), I'm as slick as a fox (BOOM!)
The slicker the quick wit (BOOM!), the slicker the cock (BOOM!), not
I'm the best thing (BOOM!), you never forgot (BOOM!)
I'm drunk in the corner screaming out, "Ah, that's hot!" (BOOM!)
Might fuck around (BOOM!), vomit on the stage (BOOM!)
Keep my sugar babies' bills all paid (BOOM!)
Get my buns out in southern Spain (BOOM!)
And keep my goddamn maiden name, hey! (BOOM!)

Speed-loading her shotgun for the seventh time, Martha beckoned her cult (a cult which Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb were loosely a part of) to reconvene and raid Pentagram City further. Many of the hapless heathens who just happened to be passing through confused the cult to be the Exorcists and acted accordingly.

[Chorus]
I don't mind my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind, mind my my manners (BOOM!)

The citizens took shelter within their homes and businesses, but their fear subsided somewhat when they realized the object of their worries was not the Exorcists, but rather a demonic succubus armed with a shotgun.

I don't mind my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind, mind my my, ah fuck that (BOOM!)

Speed-loading her shotgun for the tenth time, Martha continued to blast away at those not associated with her in the slightest. She had a clear-cut, crystal-clear intention in her intellect: lay waste in Satan's domain.

[Outro]
I don't mind my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind (BOOM!), mind my my manners (BOOM!)
Mind my mind, mind my my manners (BOOM!)

Approached by an equally confident Cherri Bomb, Martha's eyebrows shot up when she produced the cartoonish-like explosives in her possession. Gesturing to a specific building in front of them, she smirked in understanding and one-hand pumped the shotgun and took aim as the cyclops demon hurled them high into the sky.

The deadly duo of Martha's shotgun and Cherri's Bombs ended up decimating Porn Studios, if not downright destroying it. In any case, they both laughed in the name of dastardly delight. Angel Dust was not far behind, though his own chuckle was undercut by the extreme excration that the boss would have in store for him. Even so, the destruction of the very place that prompted that very fear brought him, at the very least, a small amount of joy.

I'm so shy...! Hahahaha...!

The crowd cheered for their fearful and foreboding figurehead, who peeked at her prime product and performance with pride and pleasure.

Jason Julian, that's my guy...

Martha Manson was having a fairly pleasant day thus far.

Lincoln stared eye-to-eye at the demon before him, who observed him from head to toe.

"So...you're the human everybody's going to be be fighting and fussing about."

"You've heard of me?"

"And I am the only one thus far to do so. I must say...I consider it a honor to meet a real human being."

. . .

"I'm honored. Who are you?"

If it was even possible, the demon's smile grew even wider as an introduction was made.

"My boy...call me Alastor."