While Ronnie Anne is dealing with her feelings, Lincoln is seen walking into Asmodeus' tower in the Lust Ring. The floors were a dark red color, and the walls were purple with gold lining. There were succubi and incubi in the halls, either doing casual talk or… "other things". Walking past them, Lincoln approaches a succubus with white hair and wearing glasses.
Lincoln: Excuse me? Where's Asmodeus' office?
Succubus: Do you have a meeting scheduled with him?
She pulls a small notebook out from her chest and looks it over. The notebook was a list of scheduled meetings for Asmodeus.
Lincoln: It should be under "Lincoln Knolastname".
Succubus: *looking over the clipboard* Lincoln… Lincoln… *sees his name* Oh, there it is! *puts the notebook back and looks up at Lincoln* Follow me.
The succubus leads Lincoln through the halls and past the other succubi and incubi. They soon arrive at a purple glass tube with two buttons and step in. The succubus presses the top button, revealing this glass tube is an elevator, and the platform raises up with the two occupants. Lincoln looks out the glass and sees that many levels of the tower are part of a factory that makes a lot of sexual products, including Fizz-Bots.
Lincoln: Aren't those Fizz-Bots normally sold by Mammon?
Succubus: Well, he doesn't know jack shit about making them, and he especially doesn't like wasting "valuable time" on making them. So he partnered with Ozz to make them, even though Ozz hates making them.
Lincoln: *rolls his eyes* Just as scummy as I expected Mammon to be…
Succubus: That ain't even the half of it.
They soon arrive at the floor of Asmodeus' office and step into the lobby. Inside the office, Lincoln can hear the laughter from Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and a few other people inside.
Succubus: I'll let Ozz know you're here, cutie.
She knocks on the door and then goes in. Lincoln briefly blushed at being called "cutie", but kept his composure. He's loyal to his Owl Princess. A brief exchange between the two is heard, before Asmodeus opens the door and the succubus walks out.
Asmodeus: Thank you for bringing him in, Vivvy.
Vivvy: *adorable smile* You're welcome, Ozz.
Asmodeus: *as Vivvy walks away, he turns to Lincoln* Lincoln! There you are, lil' pup! Come in! *brings Lincoln inside*
Lincoln looks around the room and sees the three other figures inside. He recognized one as Satan, who had clearly gotten a new look in the last few years since Lincoln first met him. He was much more bulky, and wore more cowboy-like attire, including a pentagram sheriff badge.
Another figure was a large aquatic creature with a largely purple and black hyde. He looked to be a combination of an eel, a stingray, an anglerfish, and many other aquatic beasts. The fins on his neck looked to have half of a face on each side, the right side looking happy, the left side looking angry. Lincoln could recognize this was the Sin of Envy, Leviathan.
The last figure looked to be a pink horse-like demon with pink fur, two burning candles coming out of her head, and she looked to be tired as hell. This was the Sin of Sloth, Belphegor.
And of course, he also recognized Beelzebub immediately. The lava-like hair and the smell of honey was a dead giveaway.
Beelzebub: Lincoln, wassup! *flies up to him and noogies his head* Good to see you, lil' buddy!
Lincoln: *smiles* Hey, Bee.
That's when Lincoln was suddenly swept into a bear hug by Satan, who laughed all too eagerly as Lincoln damn near felt his bones cracking.
Satan: Well howdy, lil' pup! I was startin' to think I'd never see ya again!
Lincoln: *straining* Nice… to see you too… Satan…!
Satan lets go of Lincoln as he falls to the floor. Lincoln stands up and pops his back with a loud CRACK!, then sighed out in relief.
Leviathan: So, you're the son of Lance and Pamela Marshall that Ozz told us about?
Lincoln: *surprised* You know them too?
Belphegor: *yawning, tiredly* All the Sins do, kid…
The table in Asmodeus' office extends out as six chairs appear, five of them being decorated like each of the Sins present, and the last one having orange cushions. Everyone takes their seats.
Lincoln: Well… what can you tell me about my parents?
Satan: *removes his hat and hangs it on his chair* Well, pardner… we may as well tell ya everything.
Asmodeus: I'll start.
It flashbacks to 25 years ago, where Asmodeus is seen furiously throwing an Imp out of Ozzie's.
Asmodeus: Don't EVER step foot in this establishment again!
Imp: *desperate* Ozzie, please! I'm sorry!
Asmodeus: "Sorry" does not excuse how you nearly forced yourself onto two women just enjoying their evening, Rex! I don't give a damn if you were a good bartender! *kicks Rex in the face* PISS OFF!
He storms back inside as the bouncer keeps Rex spits up blood, and all of his teeth fall out of his mouth. Back inside, Asmodeus walks up to two female Imps that are being comforted by some succubi.
Asmodeus: *kneels to them in concern* Are you two okay?
Female Imp 1: *nods* We're fine, Lord Asmodeus…
Female Imp 2: *shudders* That was close… Thank you…
Asmodeus: *nods* I may be the Sin of Lust, but forcing yourself onto someone is NOT something I enjoy seeing. *to the succubi* Keep an eye on these two, okay?
The succubi nod as Asmodeus leaves the room.
Waitress: *follows Asmodeus* Sir? I understand that what Rex did was unforgivable, but where are we going to find a bartender to replace him before this weekend?
Asmodeus: *sighs* I don't know, but we have to start looking now. If we don't find one, this weekend is gonna be a shit show.
Fade to a few days laters as Asmodeus is tiredly looking through applications that were sent in to take the job as a bartender. Asmodeus looks at the clock and sees that it's approaching midnight, the day before the weekend. He groans as he puts his face in his hands. The two smaller faces in his hair look over the applications and spot one with the name "Lance Marshall". They catch Asmodeus' attention as he looks at the file, reading it over. After some consideration, he just sighs.
Asmodeus: Well, I guess it's better than no one.
He pulls out his phone and dials the number on the file, holding the phone to his ear.
Cut to the next morning as Asmodeus is waiting in Ozzie's before it opens in 3 hours. He impatiently taps his foot, before someone walks in. That someone was an 18-year old male Hellhound that had gray fur and was rather muscular. He wore a torn black hoodie with gray jeans.
Hellhound: *pulls his hood back* Asmodeus? *the King of Lust looks at him* I'm Lance Marshall. You called me last night?
Asmodeus: *nods* Yes, I did. *approaches him* Look, I understand if you don't have the most experience when it comes to making drinks, but I'm desperate. So please just… try your best, okay?
Lance nods, before Asmodeus snaps his fingers and Lance's outfit changes into a white dress shirt and crimson bow tie under a black vest decorated with blue hearts, and black dress pants.
Asmodeus: Alright, we open in three hours. I have some other matters to attend to, so the waitresses will show you the ropes. Okay?
Lance: *nods* Yes, sir.
Asmodeus smiles, then leaves the room as Lance walks behind the bar, looking over the different ingredients and drinks. That's when one of the waitresses approaches the bar and sits on the stool, looking unamused.
Lance: *notices her* Everything okay?
Waitress: I need a drink to forget last night…
Lance: I won't pry for details about what happened. What kind of drink do you want?
Waitress: Just a Piña Colada…
Lance nods and finds the right ingredients, then begins mixing the drink together. The waitress watches in a bit of surprise at seeing someone so young capable of making a drink in a bar. When the drink is finished, Lance sticks a sliced wedge of pineapple on the edge of the glass, then slides it to the waitress' hand.
Waitress: Where the fuck did you learn to do this?
Lance just shrugs as he cleans off the drink mixer. The waitress looks at her Piña Colada and sips it, before her eyes widen in disbelief. She stares at the drink in utter shock, which Lance notices.
Lance: Is something wrong with the drink, ma'am?
Waitress: *after a few seconds, she speaks* … No, there isn't! This is a million times better than any of the drinks Rex made!
Lance smiles at the praise, his tail even wagging a bit as the waitress keeps drinking the Piña Colada.
Fade to later in the evening, as Ozzie's was booming with business. Lance is seen making drinks for a few customers, sliding the drinks to them with style. They take their drinks and try them, immediately finding them delicious. They each end up leaving Lance a tip for the drinks. Lance smiles as he keeps making drinks.
Fade to the next day as Ozzie's is being cleaned up after the… "sessions" most customers had. That's when Asmodeus walks in, holding a tablet.
Asmodeus: Alright, everyone. *the succubi and incubi look at Asmodeus* I have the reviews for last night's services., and I have to say… *smiles* … that was one of our best nights ever!
Everyone in the building cheers as Lance is seen cleaning off some of the glasses.
Asmodeus: *appears before him, in a smaller size compared to normal* Lance, my man! *Lance looks up at him* I'm looking over the reviews from last night, and DAMN! *pulls up one review and reads it aloud* "Best night I've ever had! Bartender made the best damn drinks in Hell!" *reads another review* "Where was this Lance guy before?! I'm addicted to his drinks! In a good way!" *reads another review* "Oh my Satan, I think Lance's drinks just gave me an orgasm!" *looks at Lance* Kid, that's probably the best first day anyone has had here in Ozzie's! Where'd you learn to do all this?!
Lance: *chuckles* Honest to Satan, it just kinda came to me.
Asmodeus: Well, hold the fuck onto it!
He pats Lance's back and then walks off as Lance smiles proudly. It then fades from Lance to Lincoln in the present day.
Lincoln: So you basically hired my dad out of desperation, and he proved to be so much better than you expected?
Asmodeus: Pretty much, and he worked at Ozzie's for about 7 years. Best damn bartender a guy could ask for.
Satan: Any time the Sins met at Ozzie's, Ozz asked Lance to make drinks.
Belphegor: *yawns* And unholy fuck… those drinks were good. They even managed to keep me awake.
Lincoln: *surprised* That's how good they were? *Belphegor nods* Wow.
Beelzebub: Yeah, it takes a LOT to keep Belle awake, so you KNOW your father was making the good shit. *looks at Belphegor* So, you wanna tell Linc about his mom now, Belle?
Belphegor: *stretches tiredly* Yeah, yeah, Bee… Just give me a sec… *sits up* Alright, here's everything I know about your Mom.
Fade to 25 years ago (again), in the Sloth Ring. A 16-year old female Hellhound with white fur and hair, wearing a pink blouse and black jeans, is walking into a building. The building is a therapist's office, and the woman is Pamela.
The therapist in the office is an incubus man who looks bored out of his mind. He looks up at Pamela, uninterested.
Man: I'm on my break, ma'am.
Pamela suddenly grabs him by the neck and lifts him up.
Pamela: *snarls* Therapists that don't give a shit about their job make me sick.
She throws him out the window, as he lands in a garbage truck that drives off. Pamela dusts her hands off, then picks up the man's clipboard, seeing the list of clients he was neglecting to meet with.
Pamela: *scoffs* Piece of shit.
That's when there's a knock on the door, and Pamela looks. She sees a Succubus with long blue-ish black hair, pink skin, a missing right arm, and a Latino accent.
Imp Girl: E-Excuse me, is Dr. Layz E. done with his break yet…?
Pamela: Well, I'm afraid he has left the building. *glances to the window* Permanently. *looks back* But, don't fret. I can meet with you right now. I'm Pamela Peters, and you are…?
Isabella: I-Isabella DiMartino…
Isabella sits down on the couch as Pamela sits on the chair, and the former begins talking without the audience hearing.
Belphegor: *from the present* Pamela always sought to help people, whether physically or mentally. She couldn't stand when people just sat back and did nothing to help despite being able to.
The problem Isabella is talking about is the accident that left her right arm so badly injured, it had to be amputated. While she no longer feels physical pain from the loss of the arm, the mental pain is still there, as well as a feeling that she's no longer capable of doing anything thanks to this handicap.
Pamela sympathizes with Isabella, and begins talking to her. While we don't hear what she says, when it fades to later in the meeting, Isabella is left stunned.
Isabella: Wow… I-I always thought that I couldn't be useful after losing my arm, and that stopped me from realizing how much I'm still capable of even without it! *smiles brightly and shakes Pamela's hand* Thank you so much for this!
Pamela: *smiles* I'm happy to help. If anything else is bothering you, please let me know now or… *pulls a card out* … just give me a call. I'll be glad to help you, Isabella. And good luck with your teaching career.
Isabella suddenly hugs Pamela, which surprises her for a second, but Pamela then smiles and returns the hug.
Fade back to the present day as Belphegor yawns.
Beelzebub: Belle then ended up meeting her and was impressed by her skills, so allowed her to stay as a therapist despite her young age.
Lincoln: How good of a therapist are we talking?
Satan: As good of a therapist as your father was a goddamn bartender.
Lincoln: Wow… so… how did she and Dad meet?
Beelzebub: Ozz, you oughta tell him. It happened in your Ring.
Asmodeus: *chuckles* Alright, alright. It was about 6 and a half years after I'd hired Lance.
Flashback to Ozzie's again, where 24-year old Lance is at the bar. He's bulked up a bit since we last checked in on him, and was currently sliding a drink to a younger Verosika Mayday.
Verosika: *takes her drink, flirtatious* Thanks, handsome.
Lance: You're welcome, but if you get sent to rehab or jail, I'm not bailing you out.
Verosika: *pouts* Meanie. *walks off with her drink*
Lance cleans off a glass. In a burst of blue fire, Asmodeus appears at the bar.
Asmodeus: Lance! There's my favorite bartender!
Lance: *looks up and smiles* Hey, Ozz.
Asmodeus: *points in Verosika's direction* Now was that Verosika Mayday I just saw walkin' away from the bar?
Lance: Oh, yeah. She just wanted a refill of Beelzejuice.
Asmodeus: Nice, nice. So… I've noticed that in the last few years that you've worked here, you've had countless girls flirting with you, and not once have you… y'know. *raises his eyebrows suggestively*
Lance: Well, that's not really my interest, Ozz. *gets another order and starts working on it* I don't really look for a cheap hook-up or a one night stand. If I'm gonna be with someone, I want to actually have an interest in them, not have them be just a brief fling that I never see again and eventually forget even their goddamn name.
Asmodeus: *rubs a finger under his chin* Mmm, I see. *vanishes in a burst of blue fire*
Cut to the front door of Ozzie's, where Jesse is standing outside. A female figure approaches, catching his eye.
Jesse: You got a reservation, ma'am?
The female is revealed to be 22-year old Pamela Peters, wearing a pink off-the-shoulder dress, pink heels, and a dark blue jacket.
Pamela: Should be under "Pamela".
Jesse: *glances at the clipboard, then looks up at Pamela before nodding at her* Go right in, ma'am. *Pamela smiles before walking right in*
Cut to Lance stacking up empty wine glasses before wiping his brow with a sigh.
Pamela: *approaches the bar from the left of the screen, clears her throat* Excuse me...
Lance: *looks up for a moment* Yes? What can I- *his eyes suddenly widen with a gasp* Wha- uh…
Cut to Pamela standing at the bar. Lance's POV: she is surrounded in romantic sparkles as she dusts off her dress. Below the bar, Lance's tail is wagging a bit. Lance quickly composes himself and clears his throat.
Lance: What can I get you, ma'am?
Pamela: Just a Strawberry Daiquiri.
Lance: Got it, got it.
Lance gets to work on her drink as Pamela sits at the bar, watching him work.
Pamela: So, what's your name?
Lance: Lance Marshall.
Pamela: That's a wonderful name.
Lance: *blushes a little* Oh please...
Lance is about half done with her drink.
Pamela: So, how long have you been bartending?
Lance: About 6 and a half years. I started at 18.
Pamela: Startin' young, huh? *Lance blushes in embarrassment, but she just laughs* Not like I have any room to talk. I became a therapist at just 16.
Lance: Very impressive, miss. *finishes the drink* Here's your Strawberry Daiquiri.
He slides her the drink, and she catches it with a smile. Lance turns and starts cleaning off the equipment he used to make the drink.
Pamela: Thanks. So, what else do you do?
Lance's eyes widened in surprise a bit.
Lance: Huh? *looks at her* What... what are you doing?
Pamela: *shrugs* Just trying to chat. *giggles* What, you thought I was just gonna walk off after getting my drink?
Lance: *after a few seconds* ... Kinda, yeah.
Pamela giggles some more, but then looks startled when a drunken imp stumbles into the scene and slumps onto her.
Pamela: Um, pard-
Drunken Imp: *slurs at Pamela* You are a galaxy of sexy goodness... *burps, then pokes at Pamela, much to her discomfort*
Lance: *annoyed* Hey, no drunk mayhem at the bar, fuckwad. Beat it.
Drunken Imp: flips off Lance Fuck off, will you, ya dick...? I'm talkin' to the lady here...
He purrs seductively at Pamela, who winces in disgust, but it turned into a grunt of pain when Lance angrily socks the drunk imp to the floor with his fist to his face, startling Pamela.
Lance: *wipes the blood off his fist with a cloth, huffing* Drunkards are such idiotic bastards...
Cut to Pamela looking stunned at the Drunken Imp, then to Lance as he wipes the blood from his fist. Her POV: he's surrounded by romantic sparkles.
Pamela: *blushes as her tail wags* Th-Thank you...
Lance: *nods with a smile* You're very welcome, miss. *a wine glass gets thrown at Lance's face, much to Pamela's shock as it shatters* OW! *wipes off the shards and glances up, seeing the Drunken Imp standing angrily with more glasses* What the...
Drunken Imp: *hisses* You just made this personal, asshole...
Lance: *startled* Pamela, move! *shoves Pamela out of the way as the imp furiously tackles Lance, the off-screen crash causing lots of glasses to break*
Pamela: *concerned gasp* Lance!
Cut to another part of the room as Asmodeus appears in a puff of smoke, annoyed.
Asmodeus: What the FUCK is goin' on out here?!
Cut to the Drunken Imp as he holds broken glass shards to Lance's neck, but Lance's tail wraps around his face and pulls him off Lance. When the tail is out of the Drunken Imp's face, Lance hits him across the jaw with a strong right hook that sends him crashing through the bar and across the floor. The Drunken Imp stands back up and goes to shank Lance, but Lance roars and bites the Imp's arm at the elbow.
Asmodeus: *as the imp screams in pain* Lance, what the hell is-
Asmodeus was cut off when a wine glass smashed apart into his face. This motion alone was enough to stop the fight as the Sin began to grow enraged.
Lance: *growls and pushes the Drunken Imp away from him* The problem's this fucking drunkard who picked a fight with me after flirting with one of my customers without her consent! *dusts himself off and gestures the broken glass around the bar* And he's made one hell of a mess for me to clean up!
Asmodeus' eyes narrow as he growls, as his glows to turn a vivid neon version of his natural colors, while his head turns red, showing his outrage. He storms up to the Drunken Imp and grabs him by the throat, choking him in a NON enjoyable way.
Asmodeus: *demonic voice* NO ONE WALKS INTO MY CLUB, TRASHES IT, ATTACKS MY EMPLOYEES, THEN GETS AWAY WITH IT! GET THE FUCK OUT!
Asmodeus tosses him out the door into the streets, where he lands face first in a dumpster that then topples over and crushes him.
Jesse: *notices* That's another idiot banned. *crosses the name of the Drunken Imp off*
Cut back inside as Asmodeus calms down, his colors returning to normal. He then looks at the destroyed bar and snaps his fingers. In a flash of blue light, the bar is repaired and the broken glasses are cleaned up.
Asmodeus: *looks at Lance* You okay, Lance?
Lance was holding his head a bit. He looks in a nearby mirror and sees he's bleeding where he got hit with the glass.
Lance: Fuck... that sack of shit got me good...
Pamela: *approaches him* Here, let me see.
Pamela fiddles with her purse and takes out a thick bandage and some rubbing solution.
Pamela: *dabs some solution onto her fingers* Okay, this might sting a bit. she rubs the solution onto the cut, causing Lance to hiss for a moment Sorry.
Now she unwraps the bandage and places a patch on the rubbed-up cut.
Pamela: *rubs the bandage a few times to make it really stick* That should do it.
Lance looks in the mirror, seeing the bandage. After a few seconds, he turns back to Pamela with a smile.
Lance: Thanks… *realizes he never got her name* … uh…
Pamela: *smiles* Pamela.
Lance: *smiles* Now that is a beautiful name.
Pamela's heart nearly skips a beat as she blushes, her tail briefly wagging.
Pamela: *shyly* Um… th-thanks…
Lance: *turns to Asmodeus with a sigh* Ozz, I'm real sorry about the mess and all-
Asmodeus: *simply raises a hand to quiet Lance* Lance, I've known you long enough to know that there's no chance in 10 Hells that this was your fault.
He ruffles Lance's hair, making sure not to mess up the bandage.
Asmodeus: Go ahead and take a break, Lance. You deserve it after what that jackass did.
Lance: *smiles* Thanks, Ozz.
Asmodeus: Besides, *leans over and whispers with a smirk* it's a chance to get to know your soon-to-be-girlfriend.
This comment made Lance's face redder than a lava pool.
Lance: *embarrassed, hushed whisper* Ozz, what the fuck?! *Asmodeus laughs* We literally just met!
Asmodeus: Uh-huh, but that's how it starts. *Lance looks at him in confusion* What, you think just because I'm the King of Lust, I don't know anything about actual love?
Lance: *after a few seconds* ... Touché.
Pamela: *calls out* Are you coming, Lance?
Lance: *calls back* Coming! *runs after Pamela off-screen*
Pamela: *off-screen as her voice starts to fade* So as I was trying to ask, what else do you do?
Asmodeus smiles at the two as they start chatting.
Asmodeus: *speaking from present day* After that day, Pamela came by every weekend to see Lance. Each time they chatted, it was getting more and more clear that those two were made for each other.
Cut back to the present day as Lincoln was listening to the story.
Lincoln: Wow… that sounds like something that'd happen for Via and I.
Asmodeus: *chuckles* Definitely.
Lincoln: So, how did they get together?
Beelzebub: Oh, I can answer that. Alright, it happened at one of my parties.
Flashback to Bee's place, as Lance and Pamela pull up in a car and park outside. The two then walk in, where many other Hellhounds, Imps, and Succubi were partying. Lance looks around for Beelzebub, but doesn't see her.
Lance: Huh, weird… Usually Bee's singing by now.
Pamela: She is?
Lance: *nods* Always.
Lance spots Beelzebub's lava-like hair in the crowd and heads over, with Pamela following. In the crowd, Bee was checking on her guests and making sure they're having fun, but strangely not talking.
Lance: *off-screen* Bee! *Beelzebub looks and sees Lance and Pamela walking up* Hey. Did you already sing?
Beelzebub: *speaking from the present* My voice was kinda off that day. Might've been a sore throat, I don't know.
Beelzebub shakes her head, then begins using ASL.
Beelzebub: *sign language* My voice is acting up, and Belle said I can't sing for a few days.
Lance: What?! What happened?!
Beelzebub: *sign language* I don't know. She said my throat's probably sore, but it doesn't feel sore.
Lance: Well, what are you going to do? People love your singing, and a party without someone singing is just… not right!
Beelzebub: *sign language* Lance, this is a big thing to ask, but can you please sing today?
Lance: *eyes widen* Me?!
Beelzebub nods, then does a pleading motion as she gives the puppy dog eyes. Lance sighs in defeat.
Lance: *mumbles* You're so lucky you're like a sister to me… *looks at her* Fine, I'll do it.
Beelzebub quietly squeals as she hugs Lance with one set of arms, doing sign language with the other.
Beelzebub: *sign language* Thank you, thank you, thank you!
She then flies off.
Lance: *sighs* Guess I gotta perform for these people…
Pamela: *smiles* Not alone. *Lance turns to her in surprise* What, you think I don't know sign language? A few of my clients are deaf.
Lance: No, I'm not surprised about that. Just… didn't realize you could sing.
Pamela: *smirks* There's a lot you don't know about me, Lance.
She walks past Lance as her tail rubs against him, making him go beet red as Pamela gives him a rather seductive smirk.
Pamela: Part of the journey is learning new things.
With that, she walks off as the lovestruck Lance follows behind. Up on the balcony, a Hellhound takes the microphone.
Hellhound: Alright, people! Unfortunately, the Queen's voice is out of commission for a few days, so she can't perform. *the crowd starts booing and shouting* But! *they stop* She got someone to take her place for tonight, so let's get this fuckin' shit started!
Everyone cheers as the music begins. The lights go down as a single spotlight shines on Lance as he grabs a microphone.
Lance:
Bring the action
The light then zips over to Pamela, who is taking her turn at singing.
Pamela:
When you hear us in the club
You gotta turn the shit up
You gotta turn the shit up
You gotta turn the shit up
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
She glances down and notices some of the male Hellhounds panting and drooling for her, much to her disgust, which she conceals as she keeps going.
Pamela:
See the boys in the club
They watching us
They watching us
They watching us
A second spotlight shines on Lance as they both sing.
Lance and Pamela:
Everybody in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
That's when all the lights turn on and Lance is raised onto a platform.
Lance:
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
Lance (Crowd):
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Pamela is raised onto another platform at the same level as Lance.
Lance and Pamela (Crowd):
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Lance:
You are now now rocking with
Lance Marshall and
Pamela:
Pammy bitch!
The whole party howls as Lance and Pamela smirk at each other. Bee was watching this with a HUGE grin on her face.
Lance:
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bee then gets an idea, and uses some of her magic to make two clones of Lance made of Beelzejuice. Lance looked surprised, but then smirked.
Lance:
Bring the action
That's when Lance tosses his microphone up and starts dancing as the two clones mirror his movements, getting the crowd going crazy.
Lance:
Rock and roll
Everybody let's lose control
On the bottom we let it go
Going faster, we ain't going slow-low-low hey yo
Lance and the clones start break-dancing, as drops of Beelzejuice from the clones fly into the crowd, some of the guests trying to catch them on their tongues like raindrops.
Lance:
Hear the beat, now let's hit the floor
Drink it up and then drink some more
Light it up and let's let it blow, blow, blow hey yo
Lance then flips up to his feet as the two clones keep break-dancing. Lance then catches his microphone.
Lance:
Rock it out and rock it now
If you know what we talkin 'bout
Turn it up and burn down the house ha house, hey yo
Turn it up and go turn it down
Here we go we go shake it bam 'cause everywhere we go we
Lance then swings his arms out as the two clones drop into puddles of Beelzejuice.
Lance:
Bring the action
Zoom to Pamela as she dances too, with two Beelzejuice clones made to look like her and mirroring her movements.
Pamela:
When you hear us in the club
You gotta turn the shit up
You gotta turn the shit up
You gotta turn the shit up
Lance and Pamela both sing and dance together as their clones do the same.
Lance and Pamela:
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
Pamela sees some females lusting for Lance, and snarls at them as Lance sings, making them scamper off in fear.
Lance:
You see them girls in the club
They looking at us
They looking at us
They looking at us
One clone of each drops into a puddle.
Lance and Pamela:
Everybody in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
The last two clones, one of each, grab hands and spin around, fusing together into a shape that looks relatively similar to Lincoln in the present day, as if foreshadowing their future, then drops down into a puddle.
Lance:
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
Lance (Crowd):
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Lance and Pamela (Crowd):
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Lance:
You are now now rocking with
Lance Marshall and
Pamela:
Pammy bitch!
The crowd howls as Lance and Pamela smile.
Lance:
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The lights then snap off, except for a single spotlight on Lance.
Lance:
It goes on and on and on and on
When me and you party together
I wish this night would last forever
'Cause I was feeling down and now feel better
Cut to Pamela who is staring at Lance with wide eyes and a blush on her face. Her POV: Lance is surrounded in romantic sparkles as he slicks his hair back.
Lance:
Maybe it goes on and on and on and on
When me and you party together
I wish this night would last forever, forever forever ever ever, ever
The lights snap back on as they change to a blue and pink hue.
Lance:
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
Lance (Crowd):
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Lance and Pamela (Crowd):
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Lance and Pamela grab hands and spin around on their platform.
Lance and Pamela (Crowd):
I wanna scream and shout and let it all out
And scream and shout and let it out
We sayin' (oh we oh, we oh, we oh)
Their spinning then stops.
Lance:
You are now now rocking with
Lance Marshall and
Pamela:
Pammy bitch!
The whole party cheers loudly as Lance and Pamela are left breathing a bit heavily, then look at each other with smiles on their faces. Pamela then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him, much to his shock. The shock wears off as Lance wraps his arms around her and kisses back.
Beelzebub: *speaking from the present* And a few months after that party… *fade shot to Lance and Pamela's wedding kiss, with Pamela being noticeably 4-months pregnant* … they were married with you on the way in mere months.
Lance and Pamela break from the kiss and smile at each other as the cheering gets louder, then it fades to white as we return to the present.
Lincoln is left amazed to have heard this much about his birth family.
Lincoln: Wow… that's… that's a lot to take in…
Asmodeus: I wish we could tell you more, Lincoln, but that's really all we know. The last time we ever saw your parents was when they came in to tell Belle and I they needed to take some maternity leave because they were expecting you.
Beelzebub: After that, we got texts and calls once a week showing pictures and videos of you and how they were doing, but one day they just… *tears up a bit and voice breaks* … stopped responding… *wipes her tears as Satan puts a hand on her shoulder*
Lincoln: *grips the chair a bit as he looks down* The Extermination…
He stands up from the chair with a sigh.
Lincoln: Well, I really appreciate you guys telling me everything. I... think I better get back and wrap my head through this.
Asmodeus: Hold on, kid. *stands up* Got something for you before you go.
Asmodeus walks over to his desk and rummages through it, then finds a piece of paper folded up. He picks it up, then walks over to Lincoln.
Asmodeus: It's an extra copy that was originally gonna be given to Mammon, but they decided against it for obvious reasons. *hands it to Lincoln* I think it's only fair that their son has it instead.
Lincoln unfolds the paper, revealing it to be a picture of his birth parents at their wedding. Lance was wearing a white tuxedo and Pamela was wearing a pitch black dress, similar to Moxxie and Millie's wedding.
Lincoln: *gasps softly* Is this...?
Asmodeus: Your parents' wedding photo.
Satan: *chuckles* Heh, they sent each of us a copy of the photo.
Belphegor: *tired smile* We would've gone in person, but didn't want to draw too much attention to them...
Beelzebub: *smiles* For what it's worth, the wedding seemed beautiful as fuck.
Leviathan: *grins* Totally, dude.
Lincoln: *quiet for a few seconds, then smiles* ...Thank you, Ozz.
Asmodeus smiles and ruffles Lincoln's hair, the same way he did to Lance in the past.
Asmodeus: You're welcome, kid.
Turning around, Lincoln walks towards the screen, closing in on the wedding picture clutched in his paws. Fade to black.
Cut on a back bumper plate that reads "LK-X-OG" to show Lincoln cruising along an empty highway on his way home. It has started to rain, so Lincoln pulls up the folding roof.
Lincoln: *annoyed snarl* Goddamn fucking rain...
He sighs as he turns on the windshield wipers, then pulls out his phone and finds the contact "My Owl Princess", which is obviously for Octavia. He holds the phone up to his ear as it rings.
Octavia: *answers, on the phone* Hey, Linky!
Lincoln: *smiles* Hey, Via. I'm on my way back now.
Octavia: *on the phone* Oh, good. Did you learn anything about your parents?
Lincoln: The Sins told me all that they could.
Octavia: *on the phone* Well, at least you know more than you started with.
Lincoln: True. How's Ronnie Anne?
Cut back to I.M.P. as we see Octavia, with Ronnie Anne on the couch.
Octavia: Oh, she's fine. Still got a headache, but she's fine.
Octavia's head turns around as she winks at Ronnie Anne, and the Hellhound blushes as she looks away.
Lincoln: *on the phone* Alright then.
Octavia: Other than that, something else has come up. See, she's got a "problem" she needs to speak with you directly about. *Ronnie Anne's eyes go completely wide at this*
Lincoln: *on the phone* Well, whatever it is, does she mind if it waits a bit? I need a bit of time to process everything I learned, plus she's still got a headache. Besides, I still need to tell Mom and Dad you're staying with us for a few days.
Octavia: Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Lincoln. I already told them, and they said they would gladly let me stay.
Lincoln: *on the phone, chuckles* That sounds like Mom and Dad alright.
Octavia: Okay, sweetie. See you home
Lincoln: *on the phone* Bye, Via. *hangs up*
Ronnie Anne: *blushing as Octavia puts her phone away* You weren't seriously gonna make me tell him right now, were you?
Octavia: *chuckles* Like I said, whenever you're ready. I just let him know so he won't be too surprised when you pull him aside to finally tell him.
Ronnie Anne lets out a relieved sigh.
Ronnie Anne: Thank Satan...
Cut back to Lincoln as he puts his phone away, then keeps driving. His eyes briefly wander to the photo Asmodeus gave him, which he has rested in the cup-holder.
Lincoln: *in his head* They sure look like they've had a great wedding... *looks back at the road* I wish they were here to tell me about it.
He continues driving through the rain.
Lincoln: *small smile, in his head* But at least they were happy.
Transition to Moxxie and Millie's apartment as lightning flashes and thunder booms, the rain continuing to pour down hard. Cut inside Lincoln's room, where he's seen hanging up his biological parents' wedding photo next to the photo of him and his biological parents.
Lincoln: *inspects his work* Perfect.
There's a knock on the door, making Lincoln look and see Moxxie.
Lincoln: *smiles* Hey, dad.
Moxxie: Hey, son. Where'd you go off to?
Lincoln: Well, I met with Asmodeus, Beelzebub and the other Sins to talk about my birth parents.
Moxxie: *scratches his head* Oh really? Did you learn anything?
Lincoln: I've learned enough. *takes Moxxie out of his room* C'mon, I'll tell you and Mom everything.
As they walk off-screen, it pans back to the wedding photo next to all the other photos. Fade to black.
A/N: The song was "Scream and Shout" by Will. and Britney Spears.
A/N: Also, for those that remember the chapter "Meeting the Family in Wrath", Rex was one of Spade's mafia members that Lincoln killed when he went ballistic for the first time. He was the one with the metal teeth implants, and now you know why he needed them in the first place.