AN: Hey guys, we're back. So the hospital part was going to be longer then I expected so I'm splitting it into two chapters. With Turn Back Time completed, I've now officially moved Healing Blitzo to replace it in the updating schedule so the schedule now looks like this:

-Healing Blitzo

-My Princess

-Healing Blitzo

-My Princess

-Imp on Fire

-My Princess

-Imp of Fire

-My Princess

-Start at the top.

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Loona had to admit. Teleportation was a lot easier than driving in your own car or taking the bus. She wondered why more powerful demons didn't just use this to get around more often. Then again, there were probably just as many sickos who would use it for things like peeping into women's bathhouses and shit like that. Stepping outside the portal, the hellhound looked up to see the familiar large and fancy St. Judas General Hospital.

"Honey, can't we just put this off?" Millie asked as she came out of the portal, followed by Octavia and Moxxie. "We're here to see, Blitz. That's more important than checking up on little old me."

"Millie, you threw up again," Moxxie pointed out. "And it was blue and acidic at the same time. It melted through the entire front door of the palace."

"Bet Reginald is going to be pissed when he sees that," Loona said with a grin. She was still hoping to see some kind of extreme emotion from the stoic butler other than a sigh and roll of the eyes.

"Nah," Octavia replied, shaking his head. "Things like that don't really bother him that much. You have to do something really stupid to get you angry. Like the time I tried smoking when I was fifteen." She shivered like death itself had passed right through her. "I can still remember his glare telling me if he caught me with one of those 'death sticks' before I was eighteen, he was going to spank me so hard my feathers would fall out."

The three I.M.P. employees couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing that. Moxxie then turned to his wife and hugged her. "Come on, Millie. Blitz wouldn't want his favorite knife-wielding psychopath to get sick on the job and do something that would ruin our reputation, right? He'd probably try to be a doctor himself if he had to."

"Yeah, no," Millie replied, deadpan. "I'll see a quack from Coney Island Hospital before I let Blitz do any medical aid on me."

"Are you sure it's okay for me to come with you guys?" Octavia asked for the tenth time, which made Loona roll her eyes. "I mean, this is more of a family thing and all. Since my dad couldn't make it because of an emergency meeting at Parliament, I can always-"

"Octavia," Loona said as she turned to the owl princess. "Relax. You're fine. So quit worrying and just come in already."

Sighing, the owl demon nodded and slowly followed the group, but Loona kept an eye on her best friend. For some reason, ever since they arrived at the palace, she had been avoiding their gaze and looked like she had something heavy on her shoulders. Even her steps were slow and purposely done to keep herself separated from the group.

Loona had known Octavia for quite a while now and knew the princess could sometimes be so sensitive. The owl would often bury her emotions inside when something bothered her and said nothing, but she couldn't hide the physical ticks she gave that one could catch. Is she still blaming herself for what happened with Dad? Fuck's sake. I thought we were past this. Although, in some ways, I kinda act the same. Guess that's why we get along so well.

Loona could remember the first time she actually met Octavia Goetia. It had been the prince's idea upon learning that Blitzo had a daughter of his own and thought it would be nice if the four of them had a "father and daughter's" day out together. Of course, he had to bribe Blitzo at the time to get him to come along, and Loona only agreed because someone else was paying for the whole thing. She actually expected Octavia to be some snot-nosed brat who had no brains and no personality besides wanting to wear the best clothing and looking popular.

Instead, she found what was probably her best friend. The two had so much in common in fashion, music, and personality that it was like looking into a mirror. Plus, having to live with a dorky dad made them able to understand each other perfectly. Octavia also showed Loona just how hard it was living in the upper class of Hell with expectations, constant fights between your unloving parents, and pretty much having your whole life planned out for you without any choice.

Much as Loona wished she had the fancy mansion, great food, perfect beds, and hundreds of servants, she wouldn't trade her freedom and right to live her life for anything. Regardless, the two were there for each other. Especially these days.

Entering the hospital, the group headed to the reception desk, where a female black and orange tripped hellcat nurse was typing on her computer until she noticed the group. Smirking, she leaned back against her chair and nodded. "Welcome back, you four. I don't see Prince Stolas with you today."

"Hi, Alice. His Majesty had to attend a meeting at Parliament," Moxxie answered. "So it's just going to be the four of us today."

"Sure thing, Blitzo should be in the kids' recreation center. Apparently, one of the new nurses heard he used to be in the circus and thought he could entertain the other patients," Alice answered as she began typing on the computer. "So is it true? Was he a circus imp?"

"Yeah, but it was a while ago. A hundred or so years, I think," Loona answered, crossing her arms. "Dad rarely talks about it."

"Well, personally, I find circuses to be creepy. I hate clowns," Alice said as she pointed out four passes and gave them to the group. "Here you go. Hope he's in a good mood this time, and we don't have another episode."

"Did they manage to clean the blood off the floors?" Moxxie asked curiously.

"Just three days ago," Alice answered with a chuckle. "The janitors are asking for bonuses thanks to Blitz."

"Thanks," Millie said, swiping the passes. "We'll just be going and-"

"Oh, no you don't," Moxxie said, putting his hand on her shoulder before turning to Alice. "We'd also like a doctor to look at my wife here. She's been sick for a while, and we'd like a proper examination."

"I'm not that...um..." Millie started to turn green before she rushed over to a nearby trash can. Alice and a few others in the area winced as she puked into it, with the smell of melting waste filling the air.

"I'll schedule you one of our doctors right now," Alice said, typing into the computer again. "I assume Prince Stolas will be paying for it as usual."

"We will," Octavia answered with a nod.

"The fact you say that with such ease either shows how much you really care or that the price is just pocket change," Alice chuckled before she looked at Moxxie with a sympathetic smile. "Dr. Furgon will be with you in room 301."

"Thanks, we'll go there now. Come on, Millie," Moxxie said as he walked over to his wife, put his hand on her back, and helped guide her towards the elevator nearby. "We'll catch up with you girls afterward."

Once they got their passes, Octavia followed Loona towards the children's wing while her mind continued to think about what her father had told her yesterday. The fact that he was willing to ask Heaven of all people for help in curing Blitzo was insane, but what he was ready to offer in return was just as crazy, if not more. Naturally, it affected not just Octavia but everyone closely connected to him. If it was known what Octavia's father was planning, then it would be the worst treasonous scandal in the history of Hell since Great Marquis Phenex's actions over eight hundred and twenty years ago.

Passing through the corridors, Octavia looked at her best friend and felt her heart torn. She really cared about Loona, especially since she had few loyal friends like her, and it was clear her father loved Blitz very much. Not to mention her family was responsible for all of this. Even though she had long stopped thinking of Stella as her mother, it didn't erase the fact that her side of the family had tortured, abused, and raped Blitzo both physically and mentally. Usually, she was not one to care about such things as "family honor," but this was too hurtful of a case to ignore it. She wanted to do everything in her power to make up for Stella's sins, and her father was of the same mindset. Any ordinary Goetia-level demon would just let them rot and not care about such things. Then again, we're not normal Goetia demons, Octavia thought. Normal Goetia demons do not care about imps and hellhounds to the point of risking their lives and reputations for them.

There was also the fact that her grandmother and uncle had planned to wipe out all of Hell's lower class races that would rival Earth's Armenian Genocide, Mao Zedong's Cultural Revolution, and the Holocaust. Octavia, who had many friends that would be deemed 'lesser', had nightmares for days that featured millions if not billions of imps, hellhounds, hellcats, succubus, sinners, and more screaming in fear and terror as they were swallowed into an unending void. Entire cities ripped from their roots as they were sucked in and torn apart rubble by rubble. Loona crying out Octavia's name as she futilely tried to reach for her friend before she was gone forever.

"Hey, where are you going?" Octavia snapped back to reality upon hearing Loona's voice. She looked around and saw that Loona was nowhere to be seen until she heard a whistle behind her. Checking back, she saw Loona going into a leftward hallway while staring at Octavia with her eyebrow raised. "The recreation center is this way. What are you? Zoned out?"

"S-sorry," Octavia apologized while doing her best to hide her blush. "I guess I was just too deep in thought."

"...Is something wrong?" Loona asked, crossing her arms and staring at Octavia with narrow eyes. "You've been acting weird all day."

Oh, it's nothing, Octavia thought in her head as she looked downward. Just that the only way to cure your father is to make a deal with the beings we've been at war with since the dawn of time itself and that this could utterly destroy us if we get exposed.

"Nothing," Octavia whispered as she shrugged. "Just some personal stuff. Come on, let's see your dad."

Loona looked ready to continue to argue, but a loud series of laughs caught her attention as the two demons walked further down until they got an extensive double set of doors. They opened it and saw a small group of demonic children of all higher up races laughing as Blitzo, wearing his hospital gown, held two sock puppets in his hand. One was clearly badly drawn in marker and crayon to look like him with two long cone-shaped horns made of paper towel rolls, while the other was designed to look like a dumber version of Moxxie. That one had derpy googly eyes, a crooked smile, and on his head was a dunce cap.

" Wow, Mr. Blitz, sir!" Blitzo said while making his best Moxxie impression. " You're so smart and cool! How can I be as electrifying as you?!"

"Well, Moxie," Blitzo replied while moving the mouth of the puppet of himself. "I can teach you if you really want."

"Oh, please, Mr. Blitz, sir! I'm so lame and uncool that I have to constantly scream and yell like a nitwit to make it sound like I'm so manly, but really I just like my wife bossing me around! I'm such a whipped baby in soggy diapers, and I love it!" Blitzo, as Moxxie, replied.

"Well, Mox, first, you need to get really wet!" Blitzo said while dunking the Moxxie sock puppet in a large glass of water. "Then you need to go to that electric fuse box over there."

Blitzo pointed to a poorly drawn "Fuze Bux" as it was named which was just a kindergarten-like drawing on a wall. The Moxxie puppet looked at the Blitzo puppet. "Gee, Mr. Blitz, sir. That doesn't seem safe."

"Aw, Mox, you can trust me! I'm your best friend!"

"Well, okay!" The Moxxie puppet then touched the drawing before Blitzo started making it spaz out by moving his hand in random directions. "AUGH! BLEZAZZUMZAHAHAZUSEM!"

The Moxxie puppet then went limp as the Blitzo puppet turned to the audience and said, "I said it would be electrifying, didn't I?" Loona and Octavia snorted before shaking their heads in amusement. Noticing his daughter and Octavia, Blitzo soon took off the socks and smiled at the kids. "Sorry, ya little brats, but I gotta head out of here. Family's visiting and all." The kids all groaned in sadness. "But hey, I'll give ya a little assignment. If you see the real Moxxie around and splash him with water, I'll give you a treat next time I come over."

The kids cheered in excitement as Blitzo walked around them and nodded to the two girls before they made their exit. He then paused before closing the door and said, "Double if you splash him with pee!"

Once they made it to Blitzo's room, the imp and hellhound proceeded to quickly hug while Octavia watched with a smile. Sitting on his bed, Blitzo laid down on his bed with his arms behind his back and smirked. "So, where's Moxxie and Millie? Did they get lost or something? And where's Stolas?"

"Millie's been feeling sick, so she's getting a check-up," Octavia answered. "As for my dad, important business caused him to cancel, so I came in his stead."

"Millie's sick? Is it serious?" Blitzo asked, eyebrows raised.

"Well, she's puking a lot, and it's acting like acid," Loona said, shrugging. "So either Moxxie's cooking has gotten worse, she's part slime demon, or she's got some kind of weird bug. We'll know soon. But what about you? Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm actually doing pretty good today," Blitzo admitted as he sat up with a soft smile. "Didn't get any nightmares. They actually gave us good food instead of the slop. Plus, I managed to win some chocolates from the other patients in a card game this morning."

"Did you cheat?" Loona asked with a knowing smirk.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Blitzo asked with a fake annoyance before grinning. "Suckers never saw the extra cards. One great thing about these hospital gowns is that they're so roomy you can hide a bunch of shit in them and use your tail to take it out without them looking."

While Loona and Blitzo continued to talk, Octavia leaned back against the wall and just listened in. Seeing the father and daughter duo smile, laugh, and joke as if nothing was different than normal made her feel better a bit before noticing Blitzo's arms. She wasn't sure if Loona noticed, but certain marks on his arms looked to be recently healing. Marks that were clearly made by a knife.

Octavia frowned upon seeing this and gripped her talons against her feathers. She almost wanted to say something but held her breath. Since she was close to graduating high school, it became apparent that college was the next thing to think about. While most heirs in her position went into military, politics, business, magic, or law, Octavia found herself interested in psychology. There was something about the darker personalities of the mind that fascinated her, and she wanted to know more about it. Octavia would never claim to be an expert, but even she could tell that Blitzo was cutting himself.

There was also the stereotype that people who were into dark rebel stuff were always cutting themselves either because it was cool, a cry for attention, or were suicidal and wanted to die.

Often this was focused on goths (such as herself), emos, and nihilists. The truth was that self-cutting could be done by anyone, and it was often done to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. Not just at the world, but at one's self as well.

Sometimes it was done as a way to calm down or release tension. Other times it was a way to punish oneself for whatever guilt was eating inside of them. And others did it because it sexually turned them on. Regardless, it was a sign that someone was traumatically and emotionally in need of help because while it was not always a sign of suicidal tendencies, it did sometimes result in them.

Her father had been right about how Hell never relieved you of your emotional and mental issues, even in death. Hell was all about punishing sinners, and those who ended their lives as a means to escape their mental illness often found themselves forced to deal with it over and over again no matter how many times they tried ending their lives. Which led to them waiting for Extermination Day to finally get the eternal nothing they had craved.

Was Blitzo already on the path to such a fate?

While there weren't many scars, and none of them appeared to be too deep, the truths were still plain as day. Despite the smiles he was giving, Bltizo was still sobbing and screaming on the inside of his very soul. Her father had explained what a Nightmare Parasite did, and it still made her shiver with terror. Having to experience all your pain, suffering, doubts, sins, and regrets in your mind as you were assaulted with your own subconscious attacking you, degrading you, and abusing you until you were so broken that death was a mercy. Far as she knew, Blitzo had told nobody, not even Loona, what he had seen and what issues he had deep inside of him. All that was suspected was that it had to do with his family and a wife he may have had long ago that died. And Blitzo blamed himself for their deaths.

Octavia's mind then thought back to what her father said about Blitzo getting worse. If what he said was true, then there really was no way in Hell to save Blitzo from his own deteriorating condition. What if, one day, instead of slitting his arms, he just decides to slit his throat? Her mind was soon insuring a dark and cloudy day as a single casket was lowered into the dirt with a sobbing Loona on the ground, begging her father to come back to her while asking the question...why?

Why did this happen? And could it have been prevented?

Octavia lowered her head and winced. Is Heaven really the only way to save him? Is there really no other way? Is it...worth the risk?

"Yo, Octavia?" She looked up and saw Blitzo addressing her. "So have you finally decided on a college or something? Stolas told me you were thinking psychology or some crap like that."

"Oh, kinda," Octavia muttered as she shrugged. "I mean, it's not like I have much need for a career since I'm a princess and all."

"You could always work at I.M.P.," Blitzo said with a wink. "We'd start you off somewhere small like accounting or armory booking! Then we'd work you up to Assistant Secretary for Loona, and by the year's end, you'll be a Junior Assassin and killing humans in no time!"

"Thanks, but I'm not interested," Octavia said with a smirk.

"What? Never killed anyone before?" Blitzo snorted, to which Octavia nodded much to his surprise. "Seriously?! You never got your murder cherry popped?! Wow, Stolas really kept you sheltered as a kid! Loonie here's been able to kill people since she was fourteen! Tell her about your first kill, sweetie!"

Loona rolled her eyes, but she smirked regardless. "Not that big of a deal. This janitor at the school I was in was eyeing my ass and-"

What's taking him so long! Moxxie wondered with worry as he paced around the examination room. Dr. Furgon had come in and did a few medical magic scans before asking a series of questions. Once he got his answers, he did a standard physical while asking for blood and urine samples before leaving to do some tests. That had been fifteen minutes ago.

"Moxxie, will you stop pacing around?" Millie asked while sitting at the examination table. "You're making me nervous."

"Sorry, I'm just worried, is all," Moxxie admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just worried that this is super serious! You could have some kind of disease that could be fatal! What if you're dying and-"

Millie calmly put her hand on her husband's shoulder and smiled. "Sweetie, I'm gonna be fine. Relax. If it's something serious, then we'll deal with it."

Moxxie was about to say something when the door opened as Dr. Furgon entered. He was a crimson-skinned human-looking demon with bat-like ears and long white hair that went down to his back. Wearing a set of blood-red shades, he looked at the papers on his clipboard and wrote a few things before looking up at the nervous imp couple. "Sorry for the wait. We just like to double-check these things before we announce the news."

"Oh, crumbs," Moxxie whispered in terror. "It's bad, isn't it? How long does she have to live?! Is it contagious?! Is there a cure?!"

"Sir, relax," Dr. Furgon said, raising his hand with a smirk. "Your wife is not in any danger. She's not dying, nor is she sick."

The two imps sighed in relief as they quickly hugged and nuzzled each other. "Wait a minute," Millie said as she opened her eyes and stared at the doctor in confusion. "If I'm not sick, then why am I puking more than the time I tried my sister's turnip casserole?"

"Well, considering the condition you are in, this is quite normal," Dr. Furgon said as he took his glasses off and started cleaning them. "The acid is a bit unusual, but not uncommon for some demons. Perhaps it's something genetic in one of your ancestries? But I wouldn't worry. The little one inside of you should be okay provided you do things properly."

It only took a split second for Moxxie and Millie to catch onto what the doctor was saying, and their hearts both stopped at the same time before beating even faster. The duo slowly turned to each other with jaws wide open and then eyed Millie's stomach, where she slowly rubbed it in awe.

"The little one..." Moxxie whispered.

"...inside me?" Millie asked while looking up at the doctor with hope in her eyes. He smiled and nodded at her.

"Congratulations. You're pregnant."

In an instant, Millie screamed with delight. So high was her pitch, a few windows nearby cracked as she jumped down from her seat and rushed over to her pale and frozen husband, who was as still as an icicle. She picked Moxxie up and spun the stunned imp around while tears were in her eyes.

"Oh my gosh! I'm gonna be a momma! I'm gonna be a momma!" She hugged Moxxie with all her might and kissed him on the cheek. "You're gonna be a poppa! We're gonna be parents! We're going to have a little one, and we're going to spoil them rotten and love them forever and ever and fucking ever! AAAAAAAA!"

Millie continued to scream with joy for a few more minutes before she started pacing around with stars in her eyes. Meanwhile, Moxxie just stood there, unable to move as his brain continued to process what he was hearing. "I gotta tell Mama! I gotta tell Pop-Pop! Oh, gosh, I gotta tell the whole family! We gotta have a party! We need to find out what gender the baby will be! Jesus Christ, we're going to need diapers, clothes, blankets, formula, and more! Oh, should I get new clothes for when I get big? What do we name them?!" She looked to her husband with a toothy grin and yelled, "Isn't this the best news ever, Moxxie?!"

Moxxie slowly looked at his wife and muttered. "You're pregnant? I'm...I'm going to be a...a... Dad? "

"Yup!" Millie answered.

And then Moxxie fainted with his legs in the air.


AN: I think everyone saw this ending coming. Well, here's something you readers can take part in. Feel free to pick the gender of the baby and suggest a name for them. Most popular gender will win and whatever name I like most I'll pick.

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