I'm back! And I've got the latest chapter up. I hope you're in the mood for some fluff because that's 70% of this whole chapter. Enjoy!
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Moxxie was not having a good day. Mind you, since joining I.M.P., it felt like most of his days had been shitty as hell, but today had been especially bad.
At first, it didn't seem too bad. He and his beautiful wife Millie, the one soul capable of keeping him sane through these past years, had woken up bright and early for work, and after a quick shower and breakfast together, they had waited for Blitzo to pick them up.
He had started to grow concerned when he noticed Blitzo was taking longer than usual. But, they, or at least Millie, had reasoned that it must've been the morning rush keeping him, and so with little else to do, they kept waiting…
And waiting…
And waiting…
And after 45 minutes of waiting, 27 ignored phone calls, and 3 minutes of screaming, they finally realized he wasn't going to show up.
So they had to bolt to the bus stop, just barely managing to catch the bus on time, only to spend another 10 minutes inside of a cramped-up vehicle with sticky seats, screaming infants, a thick fog of marijuana smoke, and nearly breaking something, from the constant abrupt stops along the way.
When they finally made it to their building and ran up to their floor, Moxxie was quite pissed to learn that not only had Blitzo not arrived to pick them up, but that it was two minutes until they opened and the door was still locked. Blitzo hadn't even shown up to his own job!
Moxxie would've loved to take the time to rant about his CEO's usual unprofessionalism, but after the long, painful ride over here, he just wanted to get to work already. The good news was, he had a backup key in case something like this were to happen.
The bad news was that in their rush to get to work; he had forgotten it back at their home. So he had to travel all the way back to their apartment, forcing himself through another nightmarish bus ride just to collect the spare key and finally get back to work. It wasn't until he was at their front door that he remembered that Millie was the one carrying their housekey…which he had forgotten to ask for, in his rush.
After 5 minutes of screaming throughout the empty hallway, Moxxie had no choice but to break into his own house through the window, collect the spare key and finally get back to work.
But, before he could leave, Moxxie also had to quickly replace their broken window with a thick plank of wood to hopefully avoid potential burglars, which meant he couldn't catch the bus in time and was forced to run back to their building, which took him another 30 minutes of his already horrible day.
When he finally arrived, he was drenched in sweat, his legs were sore, and he was moments away from throwing himself out of a window. But, he had managed to open the office, starting the workday, and with some much-needed love and support from his incredible and patient wife, he had hoped that things could get better.
And then their first client of the day arrived.
"This is outrageous!" The very large and powerful-looking crab-sinner exclaimed to the much smaller imp. "Your boss promised he would be here personally to hear out my assignment!"
"Don't worry, mister Karkin, I can assure you, he'll be here any minute," Moxxie did his best to calm down their latest client while he kept trying to reach his boss through the phone. But, unfortunately, Moxxie's efforts continued to be in vain, as he was again sent to voicemail, which only served to piss off him and the sinner.
"That's what you said thirty minutes ago!" The client roared, smashing one of the new office plants with his claw out of frustration. Millie reached for one of her knives, knowing things might soon get violent, but her husband stopped her. He didn't want the already tense situation to get any worse. "If he isn't here within the next ten minutes, I might just take my business elsewhere! There must be someone else in Hell with access to the living world who is more competent than your lazy boss."
"Now now, mister Karkin, there's no need for such drastic measures yet! Our boss is a very busy imp, with an incredibly dangerous lifestyle. I know he wouldn't miss any client without good reas-"
As if one cute, Blitzo casually walked through the door and strolled inside without a care in the world. Behind him was an uninterested Loona, her face glued to her phone and with bits of batter stuck to her hair. "Good morning Moxx! Millie. Happy to you all starting work withou-
"YOU!" Moxxie screamed, before his boss could get another word in, tackling him to the floor and pulling him up to his face by the suit: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHY DIDN'T ANSWER MY CALLS! My wife and I waited for nearly an hour for you! Do you have any idea what I went through just to get things running?! I swear, sir, you had BETTER have a good reason for-"
"Shesh, Moxx, clingy much?" Blitzo casually shoved him aside and rose to his feet, more annoyed by the assault than anything. "I always knew you were desperate to get into my pants, but this is way too inappropriate even for you."
Moxxie wasn't amused by his boss casually dismissing him and would've gone on tearing into him had he not been shoved aside by the now gleeful Karkin. "Ahh, you must be the boss of these two useless imps," the large crab-man shot the two Wrath Ring natives, a furious glare, before slowly approaching Blitzo with a sly grin on his face. "You certainly took your sweet time getting here. Don't you know it's unprofessional to keep your customer waiting? I almost considered outright canceling my hit had you not shown up sooner."
"…the fuck are you?"
The room fell utterly silent at Blitzo's blunt and thoroughly unimpressed remark towards his client. Moxxie turned a deathly pale, Millie's mouth dropped, and Karkin's previous arrogant attitude was quickly replaced with dumbfounded confusion (that was soon replaced with absolute fury). The only one who didn't react was Loona, who was focused solely on her phone, like always.
"Excuse me?! I am your client, you idiot!" Karkin screamed at Blitzo's face, who didn't even look the slightest bit fazed by the outburst.
"Oh, wow, thanks for the introduction. Really, helped to clear that one up," Blitzo turned to his coworker, ignoring said client, which only served to infuriate Karkin off further, "Moxxie, remind me who this crustacean fuckchild from the shit and garbage swap is and why I should care."
The dumbfounded Moxxie finally recovered from the shock and answered the question. "Sir! That's Mr. Karkin from last night!" But that only got him a few seconds of silence from Blitzo, who could not put the pieces together. "Our first client of the day!" Again, Blitzo didn't seem to catch on as he continued to look annoyed at the shorter imp. By that point, Moxxie was firmly done with his boss' shit. "He called yesterday and demanded we take his case first thing in the morning! Went into great detail about his past and the target! Is any of this ringing a bell, sir?!"
But again, nothing. The sinner was fuming, and Moxxie looked like he was about to lose it too. Thankfully, before things could get violent, Millie interjected. "He's the guy who his wife murdered for his dog."
"Oh, right, right, right, that guy." That finally managed to remind Blitzo of his client. But, it did nothing to change his tone as he turned to address him without a hint of an apology or embarrassment. "Yeah, look normally I'd be more than happy to get right down to the blood and fuckery, Mr. Carpet-"
"My name is Karkin!"
"Yeah, whatever. Can you wait in my office for a few minutes?" Karkin wasn't given much choice as Blitzo began to drag the sinner towards his office, not noticing or caring about his coworkers looking at him with shock. "I've got a big announcement I gotta share with everybody, and frankly, it has nothing to do with whatever melodramatic bullshit you're going through, so I'm gonna have to ask you to put a pin on that for a hot second."
"What?! You can't do this to me! What about my assignment?!"
"Oh, for Satan's sake, is it too much to ask, for you be fucking patient? I'll hear all about it when I'm done with talking with my employees." Blitzo threw open the door and began shoving the confused and furious sinner through while he struggled against him.
"I waited 20 years to have my revenge!"
"Well, then you can sit your ass down and wait for five more minutes, alright?!" With one final kick, Karkin tumbled onto the floor of Blitzo's office. The imp gave him a strict order, "And, don't touch any of my shit while you're there," and then slammed the door behind shut.
With the sinner dealt with, Blitzo turned to the rest of his coworkers, his mood taking complete 180, excited to tell them the big news at least until an exasperated cry came from Moxxie. "Sir! Are you insane?! Oh, what am I saying? Of course, you're insane. But couldn't you at least have told us the news AFTER you talked with the client?"
"Oh, can it up, Moxx. If I want your dumbass opinions, I'll tell you," That seemed to finally shut his tiny coworker up, though he still looked quite ticked at being casually dismissed. Then, finally, Blitzo was able to tell them his big exciting news. He was practically bursting at the seams but managed to hide it behind a professional look for the most part. "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why Loonie and I were a few minutes late today."
"You were 2 hours and 13 minutes-"
"BUT, I can assure you, I had a good reason." Blitzo interrupted Moxxie before continuing. "You see, yesterday, something amazing happened to my darling Loonie and me. Something so incredible and unlikely, I still can't believe it even now. Something that changed-"
"He adopted another kid."
"WHAT?!" The couple exclaimed in shock at the sudden news.
"Wha-LOONA!" Blitzo turned towards his hellhound daughter, who had spoiled his surprise without looking from her phone, his excitement replaced with exasperated annoyance. "I told you not to say anything until the big reveal! I had a whole touching speech planned and everything! Now the whole fucking surprise is ruined. You're lucky I can't stay mad at you, little missy."
"Uh, Mr. Blitz. Do I come out now or…?" The imps towards the door, where a small, hesitant voice called out from the side.
Blitzo grumpily huffed: "Well, my big plan's out the window anyway. Alright, you can come out now, Cyra."
And with that, Cyra crept from her hiding space behind the wall and timidly stepped inside the office. Her fur and hair had been cleaned and brushed, the right side hiding most of her bald scar. She no longer wore her old clothes, instead sporting a short-sleeved black t-shirt, orange and black tiger-themed hoodie, complete with tiny ears, and some dark green jeans. Despite the new clothing, she still looked just as awkward as ever in front of Blitzo's coworkers.
Blitzo happily made the formal introduction to his coworkers. "Moxxie, Millie, I'd like you to meet the newest member of our little family. My daughter, Cyra." The imp couple didn't say much of anything at first, still processing the sudden new development, which only made Cyra more uncomfortable. But she didn't want to be rude in front of her new caretaker or his coworkers, so she bashfully made the first move.
"H-Hello. It's…very nice to meet yo-"
"OOOOOH, MY GOSH!" Before Cyra could get another word in, Millie had finally recovered from the shock. She practically tackled the poor hellpup, who let out a startled cry, and scooped her up for a warm bear hug. "Oh Blitz, she's so cute! Isn't that right? Isn't that right? Ain't you just the sweetest, most adorable little thing?"
"I-I-I-I don't know! P-please, please let go of me!" Cyra bashfully stuttered, not expecting the sudden attention and just wanting to be put down. And, as Millie just kept on squeezing her in delight, Loona snickered, getting a kick out of seeing the poor pup utterly uncomfortable with the predicament.
"Oh, look at her, Moxxie! Isn't she just precious?!" The female imp enthusiastically asked her husband, not noticing how the small girl was not enjoying being shown off in front of everyone.
Thankfully, Moxxie seemed to notice her plight as he asked his wife: "Yes, I suppose she is rather cute, Millie. But, perhaps you should let go of her now? We don't want to overwhelm Cyra so suddenly." The female imp seemed reluctant, but she finally let go of Cyra with a disappointing look, the flustered hellpup running behind a desk.
Moxxie carefully approached the desk Cyra was hiding behind. He knew she was probably a bit scared from Millie's sudden hug, so he spoke to her with a gentle voice. "Hey now, it's Cyra, right? I'm Moxxie. Sorry about Millie. She can get a little excited sometimes, but I promise she wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." It seemed to have work, as the young girl slowly emerged from the desk, her head now covered by her hood. He gave her a small, friendly smile and crouched down a bit to look closer to Cyra's height, which helped put her at ease. "Don't worry. You can come out. Nobody's going to try and hug you if you don't want them to." That was enough to get the young girl as she crept out from the desk. "There you go. That's a lovely hoodie you have on."
"Oh, thanks." Cyra thanked him with a shy blush. "Mr. Blitz got it for me. I told him I really like tigers, so he bought it for me after adopting me."
"Awww, well, isn't that…considerate." Moxxie tried his best to sound friendly, despite still being quite livid with his impulsive boss.
Said boss didn't seem to notice it, simply standing back and watching his little daughter, beaming with joy, happy to her get along with his coworkers. Loona just sat on the office couch, scrolling through her phone, with her usual apathetic frown on her face. None of the crew didn't pay her much attention.
Millie approached Cyra, still enchanted by the young hellhound's cuteness but much more in control of her emotions. "So Cyra, I just gotta know. How did a cute little button like you end up living with Blitz?"
"Yes, if you don't mind, I think we all would like to know why our boss inexplicably has another daughter, all of a sudden." Moxxie agreed with his wife, his anger giving away to concern.
The young hellpup was still a little nervous but much more comfortable around the two imps, thanks to Moxxie's kind demeanor. "W-well um, Mr. Blitz found me going through the garbage and then gave me a ride to my old home. And then when we got there, he adopted me and took me home."
"Yeah, you know me, Moxx. I always did have a soft spot for kids. And when I found my sweet little Cyra all alone and in need of help, I knew right then and there I had to have her as my daughter." Loona angrily snorted, at the imp's statement, making sure it was loud enough to be heard. Blitzo happily made his way over to Cyra, wrapping his arms around the girl, much to her embarrassment. "I adopted her from her shitty old orphanage and haven't regretted it once."
"Awww, that's just so sweet of you, Blitzo!" Millie warmly smiled at his short story while Moxxie let out a small sigh of relief.
"And surprisingly smart, sir." For a moment, Moxxie had been worried his Blitzo had kidnapped Cyra off the streets. Considering most of the hair-brained schemes, it wasn't that hard to believe. That he had legally adopted her helped to ease some of his worries. But not by much.
His boss was known to make many rash, impulsive, often stupid decisions, but adopting another daughter? Blitzo was probably the last person that should've been left in the care of a child. Half the time, he was practically a child himself. Loona, at least, was nearly an adult when he adopted her. Cyra looked to be no older than 7!
"Um, duh! Obviously!" Blitzo scowled, not amused by Moxxie's earlier comment, letting go of Cyra to cross his arms. "I'm am a fucking super genius, remember? Maybe if you weren't busy bitching about all my brilliant ideas, you'd get that through your thick-ass skull by now."
Moxxie paled in horror at his boss' language, quickly covered Cyra's ears, and glared at Blitzo. "SIR! What are you doing? You can't curse like that in front of children. Especially not you're own daughter!"
Blizto just looked in disbelief; even Loona took a moment to shoot the imp a dumbfounded look before the two let out a loud laugh: "Seriously, Moxxie? We're literally in Hell, for Satan's sake. You really think she hasn't heard every swear in the book already?"
"Yeah, what were you raised in a church fatass?" Loona snarked, a snicker in her voice. "I'd be more concerned if she hasn't heard all the four-letter words by this point."
"Y-yeah, I-I'm sorry, Mr. Moxxie, but I know what bad words are," Cyra admitted, looking a bit ashamed of herself. Moxx, while irritated at being mocked by his coworkers, gave her a small comforting smile.
"Well, that perfectly okay, Cyra. The important thing is that you don't use them unless absolutely necessary." He then turned to Blitzo with a furious glare. "And that you, keep your mouth clean around her. Cyra is far too young to be exposed to that kind of language!"
Blitzo snapped at the request. "Hey, how about you get off my ass and stop telling me how to raise my damn kid? Alright? You don't see me making dumb complaints about how you raise your non-existent children." His remark managed to stop Moxxie's thoughts, as both he and Millie were shocked into silence, becoming rather flustered by the comment. Satisfied with his seeming victory, Blitzo changed his tone back to a more joyful one. "Regardless, now that we've got introductions out of the way, why don't we show Cyra around our little workplace?"
As much as Moxxie wanted to continue to argue, he realized it would be a futile effort and just let out a defeated sigh: "Well, I suppose Loona could show her around while we're in the living world. It's not like her work keeps her that busy anyway." The older hellhound flipped him off behind his back, not assumed by his suggestion. "But, if there's nothing else to attend to, I believe we've kept our client waiting long enough, don't you think, sir? It's time to get back to work."
Blitzo did not seem too fond of his coworker's request, as he said irritated: "Oh, come on, Moxxie, you can't spare a guy 10 minutes to show his daughter where he works?"
Moxxie shot back with a frustrated: "Can't you be professional for once and do your Satan-given job, for the client that's been wait for hours for you to arrive?"
"The tour won't be the same without me, damn it! I've been waiting all morning to show her the office, and I'm not going to let you ruin it for her."
"Fine, then you can give her the tour AFTER we finish the client's case!"
"Mr. Blitz, it's okay," Cyra attempted to interject, getting a bit nervous over the growing tension between the imps. "I really don't mind if Loona shows me your office."
"Now, now Cyra, don't worry, sweetie, daddy's got this," Blitzo quickly gave her a reassuring smile, seemingly having not paid much attention to what she had said. He then glared at his coworker: "Now look here, Moxxie, I promised Cyra that I'd give the full I.M.P. tour of the office after I had introduced you and Millie to her. I knew just how rough she had had it before meeting me; so I swore I'd give Cyra an amazing first day. I promised I'd introduce her to the two of you, and together we'd give her a wonderful time as a family."
His glare narrowed accusingly: "Now, do you wanna make me a liar?"
Moxxie's anger turn briefly to confusion by his boss' accusation: "What? No. Sir, don't-"
Blitzo could see Moxxie faltering and pressed on. His glare turning more accusing and his voice gaining a low sound to it: "Are you going to force me to break one of my first promises to my daughter, after she's been through such a hard-knock life, over one stupid little job?"
Moxxie was starting to crumble under pressure. He knew all too well what his boss was doing, trying to guilt-trip him into submission, but he couldn't think of a good response to his accusations that wouldn't make him look bad. Not with Cyra standing a few feet away from him. And to make matters worse, another voice chimed in: "Awww, Moxxie. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
It was Millie, giving him the biggest puppy-dog eyes she could muster. And like that, Moxxie knew he had lost. He sighed in defeat: "Well, if you absolutely must, and seeing as how you've clearly already made up your mind, I suppose we can entertaining Cyra for a while longer."
Blitzo lit up like a candle, as did Millie. He turned to Cyra, beaming with excitement. "You hear that, Cyra? The tour's back on again!"
"Oh, that's good to hear, Mr. Blitz," She gave him a shy, halfhearted smile back. She wasn't that concerned whether or not he could give her the tour. But she didn't want to upset him after he looked so excited about it.
Blitzo turned to Moxxie with a victorious and slightly smug smirk: "Thanks, Moxxie old pal! I knew you'd come around eventually."
Moxxie tried to look happy for Millie's sake but was still very annoyed/concerned at Blitzo. "Could you at least try to be professional with the client, as you tell him the bad news?"
Blitzo waved off Moxxie's concerns as he made his way to his office, "Oh, don't you worry your little puss over that Moxx. I am nothing but professional with my clients."
Blitzo opened his office door, where a very frustrated Karkin was waiting. "So, I assume you can finally get to work on my-"
"Yeah, about that. We're moving your hit until tomorrow."
"WHAT?!" The shocked exclamation came from both Moxxie and Karkin. The former was in terror while the other was in a rage.
"You heard me, you walking expired seafood buffet, you're going to have to come back again tomorrow." The imp began gesturing for the sinner to leave, utterly unfazed by the looks of both of them.
"Oh, crumbs!" Moxxie panicked, quickly running over to his boss. "Sir, when I said we could delay the Karkin job, I didn't mean by a full day!"
"Too bad, Moxxie, there's a been a change of plans," Blitzo declared as he led the furious crab sinner out of the office, casually dodging his attempts at swiping at him. "Today's going to be an entirely work-free day at I.M.P. Instead, we'll be spending time together, bonding further as a team and a family."
"…What?!" Moxxie cried in disbelief.
"You can't do this to me!" Karkin roared as Blitzo dragged him towards the door, trying his best to escape the imp's grasp. "For 20 years, I have rotted in this place because of my bitch wife! You promised me you would take care of it first thing today! If you don't do as I say this instant, I'll-"
"Fucking hell, do you do anything but bitch and moan all the damn time?" Blitzo cut him off, right as they were outside the exit. "Here's some food for thought; maybe the real reason your ex axed you off was that she couldn't stand your endless whining all the time. That or you were just a super shit fuck. Either one is likely." He then proceeded to kick the giant crab man in the back, sending him right through the door and opposite wall. "You have a lovely day there, Karlo!"
Blitzo closed the door and turned back to his coworkers and Cyra, not paying any attention to Moxxie, who looked liked he was in the middle of an aneurysm and beamed. "Well, you heard me, folks. No work today, just a couple of hours of fun family bonding! First up, let's finally give Cyra that tour. Everyone come along." He made his merry way over to Cyra, holding her hand and gesturing the others to follow. "Loona, you too, sweetie."
Loona just rolled her eyes, continuing to focus only on her phone, but still joined them. Just then, the desk phone started to ring. Moxxie, being the closest one to it, picked it up. "Hello, I.M.P.? Oh, thank gosh, it's Karkin! Maybe we can still save things-aaand he canceled the hit."
And so, Blitzo's impromptu family day began. And as promised, Cyra was given the grand tour of the I.M.P. workplace. The offices, the breakroom, the meeting room, and even the restrooms.
Cyra was mainly quiet throughout it, but not because she was bored. On the contrary. It was kinda neat walking around her family's workplace. She just wasn't that invested in the whole thing. Especially not to the same extent as Blitzo was, who showed off every last corner with pride and answered the few questions she did have with gusto. Still, she did her best to seem interested and mostly enjoyed the tour.
So far, her first experience at Mr. Blitzo's office had been pleasant. The best part of it all was spending time with his coworkers Moxxie & Millie.
Cyra liked Moxxie right from the start. He was friendly, gentle, a bit nervous and clumsy, but a very kind person. He was also much calmer than Mr. Blitzo, which helped put her at more ease.
She had been a bit unsure of Millie at first, after her uncomfortable first encounter, but eventually, Cyra warmed up to her as well. Millie was much more energetic, wild and chipper compared to her husband, but still very friendly as well.
"And finally, we have the broom closet!" Blitzo declared as he showed Cyra the final room of the office. A regular closet.
Cyra tried to look impressed, but even she had to admit that compared to the other rooms, this was an underwhelming conclusion, "Gee, it's a nice closet, Mr. Blitz. But, it's kind of a weird place to end the tour with."
Blitzo looked like he wanted to retort but stopped after giving it some thought. "Yeah, you know what? I probably should stop doing that." He quickly pushed that aside as he cheerfully clapped his hands. "Well, now that you've seen our humble office, we can move on to the next item of the day. Everybody to the break room!"
Bltizo began leading Cyra and the others, most of whom followed him begrudgingly, into the break room. Once they were there, he then brought out one of their many undestroyed TVs they had lying around, a stolen DVD player from the living world, and finally a film, which he held close to his chest.
"All right, gang, the day's still young and, we're just getting started! Next up, we're watching a movie!" His declaration was met with a mixed response. Excitement from Cyra, apathy from Loona, enthusiasm from Millie, and groan from utter irritation from Moxxie. The latter's attitude did not amuse Blitzo. "Oh, don't be a sourpuss, Moxx. You don't even know what we're watching!"
"Is it Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron?" Moxxie asked, completely deadpanned.
"It's Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron!" Blitzo confirmed with glee as he held out the titular film case. His coworker rolled his eyes, not surprised in the least.
Cyra, on the other hand, was really intrigued by the film in the imp's hands. One of her absolute favorite pastimes, when she was at the orphanage, was the rare movie night. She and the other kids would gather around and just watch whatever was on for an hour & a half. It was one of the few times she didn't feel like an outcast. Even if most of the kids still kept their distance around her, it wasn't nearly as noticeable or lonely as it usually was.
Usually, they'd just watch the same five films over and over again, but the film Mr. Blitz was holding wasn't one she had seen before. It didn't even look like a film you'd find in Hell. Cyra wanted to know what it was. "Oh, I don't think I've heard of that one, Mr. Blitz. It looks kinda weird."
Blitzo eye's lit up with excitement as soon as he heard those words. "Cyra, you don't know what you're about to watch. Spirit is the greatest film ever made in both Hell and the living world! It's got everything! Horses, action, drama, horses, great music, horses, heart, beautiful visuals, horses and horses!"
Moxxie turned to Cyra to better explain: "It's an animated film from the living world. And it's also the boss' favorite movie. And I'm starting to think he has a seriously unhealthy obsession with it."
"What? Moxxie that is the single most baseless accusation of me I've ever heard from you." Blitzo snapped, genuinely offended by Moxxie's comment.
"Sir, you practically forced us all to watch it on our first day working here. And then, when you didn't like my opinion of it, you showed it to us again, while you went over every second, telling us how wonderful it all was. You made us sit through it 13 times! In a row!"
"And apparently, that wasn't enough!" Blitzo snapped back, "Looks like you need another reminder. Better watch it twice." With that, Blitzo popped the disc in the DVD player and sat right in the middle. Moxxie took his seat by the far right corner, Millie quickly sitting next to him.
"Cyra, come sit next to me," Blitzo shouted to her, patting the chair right next to him. The hellpup happily skipped over to the seat he had reserved for her, excited to watch the film. She had never seen a movie from the living world before. And from how the imp was talking about it, now she really wanted to see it for herself.
But she, and everyone else for that matter didn't seem to notice Loona's confusion at the imp's request. Usually, Blitzo always asked her to sit next to him. But now, suddenly, her seat had been stolen from her by Cyra. It seemed like her guardian didn't even notice that she was there. And the hellhound had no idea how to feel about that. But Loona didn't make any deal about it, simply taking the seat next to Cyra, though still noticeably peeved about the situation.
As the film started playing, Blitzo pulled out a giant bowl from underneath his chair, holding it out for Cyra as he started eating some kernels. Moxxie looked at the display in concern. "…how long, has that been under there?"
"No talking during the film Moxx!"
"Wasn't the animation amazing?" Blitzo asked Cyra taking a swig off his iced coffee. After finishing the film, he dragged the rest of I.M.P. across town for more "family bonding" activities. So far, it mainly had been two hours of walking through the streets of Imp City, stopping by a few stores for some light window shopping, with only a few small purchases. They had now stopped for a break at a small friendly-looking cafe. Blitzo was passing the time by talking to Cyra about her new favorite movie.
"Yeah, it was so good!" Cyra exclaimed in wonder. She had ordered a strawberry-banana-pomegranate smoothie and a plate of tiny berry muffins, though she hadn't touched either in a while, as she and Blitzo were more focused on talking about the film. "I never knew they made films like that in the living world. It was so pretty, and the horses were adorable."
"Right? And the story was so beautiful! Watching Spirit go through so much hardship just makes the ending so much sweeter when he finally makes it back home." Blitzo was tearing up at this point. At long, he had found someone who seemed to love the movie as much as him.
The two of them became deeply engrossed with each other as they talked about Spirit for what felt like hours. Meanwhile, at the other end of the table were Moxxie & Millie, both sharing a salad and chatting, occasionally looking at the two with slight amusement.
And sitting by the middle of the table was Loona silently scowling at the overly happy atmosphere. She quietly finished her meat-filled sandwich and texted on her phone. She had her usual emotionless frown and did her best to tune out the rest of the crew. They didn't pay her any mind, and she seemed fine with that.
Last night had been one large garbage fire, and today didn't seem to be improving at all. First, she had woken up to possibly her worst hangover yet. Despite getting a full hour of extra sleep, she still felt as tired and miserable as ever. Then, shortly after forcing herself out of her room, she had been greeted by the nauseatingly happy sight of Blitzo making overcooked pancakes for his new little pest. One of which had landed right on top of her hair. And now, on top of having a horrific migraine and several sticky chunks of batter in her hair, she was being dragged from place to place just so that Blitzo could show his damn brat off to his coworkers.
The damn thing hadn't even been around for a full day yet, and already she was making her life more unnecessarily annoying. Blitzo wouldn't stop yapping about Cyra and how wonderful and amazing she was. And how they should take the whole day off, just so to fawn over the little shit. Usually, she would've been more than happy to have a day free from work. But of course, he had to ruin it by making all about his new puppy. He always was a selfish little asshole.
Loona just kept to herself, ignoring those around her while they all had a merry-old-fucking-time. Even when they tried to talk to her, she only responded with a few apathetic words and her usual cold frown. Which most of them never minded. Cyra at first seemed a bit worried about her, but after M&M told her that this was just how she responded to everyone, she eventually relented. Though sickeningly enough, she looked disappointed about it.
But, what none of them had noticed, was that despite her resentment and coldness, was that the older hellhound was starting to feel the slightest hint of envy. Throughout the whole day, almost no one had talked much to her. She heard little to complaints from Moxxie, no hellhound remarks from Millie. Even Blitzo didn't seem as overly clingy as usual. The only one who tried was Cyra, but she wanted as little to do with her as possible.
At first, Loona was fine with it. She couldn't count the number of times she had wished for one day without her annoying coworkers. But now that she finally had it, suddenly it felt so weird. Everyone seemed to focus on either Cyra or something else that felt like she wasn't even there. She tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach, but no matter how hard she tried, it kept lingering on. And honestly, it was starting to get to her. She didn't let it show, of course, and wanted to deny it as much as she could, but still, a nagging little part of her glanced at the rest of I.M.P., all of whom looked like they were enjoying themselves and couldn't help but feel…left out amongst them.
"Hey, L-Loona?" She turned to the voice source and spotted Cyra shyly offering her a small blueberry muffin. "Do you want my last pastry? I-I haven't touched it or anything. Y-you can have it if you want."
For a second, Loona considered the offer but quickly scoffed coldly: "I'm not hungry," and turned back to her phone, ignoring Cyra's disappointed frown. She wasn't that lonely yet.
GAME OVER!
PLAYER 2 WINS!
"Woooooo! I win bitches! In your face!" Blitzo declared in prideful joy, having won the FPS-arcade game he had been playing easily. He turned to boast at his defeated opponent. But in his winner's high, he had completely forgotten that his opponent had been Cyra. His joy vanished, and he looked at her awkwardly: "Oh, uh, sorry about that, Cyra. Got a little carried away there."
"No, it's okay, Mr. Blitz. I had fun playing with you," Cyra said with an earnest smile. She hadn't been good at the game, but the hellpup didn't mind. She just enjoyed playing with Blitzo and trying out an arcade machine for the first time.
After lunch at the cafe, the gang moved onto a local arcade, a few miles across the street. It was slightly rundown, with only a handful of games and expensive costs, but no one of them seemed to mind too much. Especially not Cyra. She was nearly in awe when she first stepped into the building. She had never seen so many video games in her life! They all looked so much cooler than the few they had back at the orphanage.
Cyra tried to play as many of them as she could, and while she couldn't try out all of them, the hellpup had so much fun, even if she wasn't very good at the games.
Making her way through the arcade, Cyra noticed something that caught her eye. It was the huge claw machine that stood by the corner. And inside of it, behind a layer of bulletproof glass, buried under a thick layer of cheap stuffed animals, was what looked to be a big realistic-looking plushy of a tiger. Cyra looked at the toy animal in wonder, which did not go unnoticed by Blitzo.
"Oh, you like that tiger there, kiddo?" He asked her with glee. Cyra didn't turn to him, not wanting to break eye contact with the tiger, but nodded. Blitzo smirked gleefully, pulled out his wallet. "Would you like to have it?"
That caught Cyra's attention. She turned to him with joy and cried out: "Really?! Yes! Yes, I'd love to!" She looked at him with glee before then stammering out a shy: "Y-you know if it's not too much trouble.
"Well, if you insist. Just leave to your daddy Cyra," Blitzo smirked with confidence as he inserted a quarter into the machine. The imp got a hold of the controls and began moving the claw into the perfect position to grab the plush tiger. Once it was in place, the claw lowered. Then, the prongs grabbed a hold on the tiger's face…
"Bullseye!"
…only for the doll to slip out from the prongs' grasp as the claw pulled back up.
Blitzo's confident smirk shattered for a moment before he gained a determined glare on his face. "Ooooh, you wanna play hardball, do yah?" The imp slotted in another coin and moved the device into perfect place with the tiger once more. And once again, it slipped from its grasp.
At that point, Blitzo was enraged. He began slotting in more coins into the machine, trying again and again and again to get the tiger plush, only for the thing to refuse to move stubbornly.
"Um, M-M-Mr. Blitzo, I-I don't want it that bad-"
"I WILL NOT LET THIS TORTURE DEVICE BEAT ME!" Blitzo roared in determination, ignoring her. At this point, he obsessed, refusing to back done until the plush was his. Finally, he went to insert another quarter, only to realize his wallet was empty of cash. Cyra gulped nervously. Blitzo exploded, pulled out his flintlock, and fired round after round at the glass. Only for the bullets to harmlessly bounce off of the glass. He kept on firing until the gun was empty, at which point the sudden loud sound of Loona laughing became clear.
"Oh man, that was even better than watching Moxxie fail at skeeball," she said between laughs, having filmed the whole thing.
Blitzo turned to her, looking incredibly pissed, "Oh, just you wait, Loona. I'm getting started! Take over for me. I'm gonna go get some more change!" The imp walked off towards the ATM around the corner, leaving the two hellhounds alone with each other.
Cyra watched him walk off with worry before turning to Loona, "Oh man. H-hey Loona, c-could you please tell Mr. Blitz, I don't need the tiger plush? I don't want him to waste all his money on me."
Loona just gave her an annoyed glare, "Kid, I wish it were that easy. You don't know how stupidly stubborn that moron can be. He's not going to stop until he's finally won or is out of money. Likely the latter, considering how rigged these things are."
Cyra looked at the claw machine curiously after hearing Loona's statement. "They're rigged?"
Loona just snorted, "Yeah, these things are designed for idiots to blow all their money, trying to get shitty prizes and end with nothing. Here, watch." Loona pulled out a quarter, inserted it into the machine, and tried her luck at grabbing a small cheap-looking imp plush to prove her point. Despite looking easily obtainable, the stuffed toy slipped from the claw's grip as easily as the tiger.
"…can I try?" Cyra asked, wanting to see for herself if it was true. A small but sly grin emerged from Loona's face as she decided to hand the small pup a quarter.
"Knock yourself out," She said with a grin, eager to see the pup fail. Cyra slotted in the coin and carefully moved the claw over a small stuffed cat that lay right next to the giant tiger. She then watched as the claw descended on the prize, and to her surprise, it missed her intended target and grabbed ahold of the tiger's ear.
The claw began to rise…and successfully pulled the ridiculously large stuffed tiger along with it. It carried the plush to the return and then dropped it into the open slide.
Loona's mouth dropped, unable to contain her disbelief at what had happened. Meanwhile, Cyra squeed in glee as she pulled out her prize, hugging it in delight. Now that it was out, it was clear that the tiger was not actually a plush. Instead, it was the literal stuffed corpse of a tiger. Not that Cyra seemed to care, as she snuggled up with it.
"Alright! I'm back, and I've got 10.000 $ouls worth in coins! Don't you worry, Cyra, daddy's-" Blitzo had finally returned, with a determined, manic grin as he began walking towards the claw machine. But it didn't last long once he saw Cyra happily playing with the prize he had tried to get her. "Oh, uh…well, what did I tell you, Cyra?! I said you'd get that thing. And just as I planned, I managed to dislodge it good enough for you to get yourself! Good job there kiddo. I knew you could do it." He told her with a proud smile on his face. "Loonie, help me carry this thing."
Loona didn't respond. Still too dumbfounded for words.
"WHOO-HOO! Ride like the wind, Bullseye!" Blitzo exclaimed in joy as he rode across the field upon his mighty steed…a playground spring horse that looked close to falling over under the weight of the full-grown imp.
After the arcade, the group went to a few more stops before getting tired from the constant walking. It was then, Moxxie suggested a more relaxing spot for their next outing. The park.
It was one that everyone was more than happy with, including Blitzo. It had often been a peaceful detour from their work, and one of the few times he and Loona seemed to enjoy each other's company. And as a bonus, it had a decent playground area for the kids! The perfect place for some bonding time with Cyra.
Everyone was relaxing in their own way. Blitzo, of course, was riding on his spring horse. M&M were sitting together on a bench, and Loona was on the phone. She was on a different bench, using Cyra's won tiger as a cushion. The thing was a bitch to carry around, but Blitzo couldn't be happier for his little girl. And It was surprisingly very comfortable.
But the one Blitzo was most interested in was Cyra. She ran through the park, trying out the various playground equipment, and seemed to be having the time of her life, which made him ecstatic. But then he began noticing how the other kids were treating her.
Since the park was located right in the middle of Imp City, almost only little imp children were playing there. That was not to say that there were no Hellhounds, succubi, or even the occasional sinner that also lived in Imp City, but there was a reason it was called that. Generally, the other species were the minorities and often kept themselves separated from the other groups. It was rare that one would see more than two separate species in the same room together.
So in a park mostly filled with imps, Cyra was an outsider amongst the other kids, and it showed. Whenever she tried playing with any of them, the imp children would back away from her in fear or disgust. He could even hear some of the kids whisper a few insults about her as they walked. Many of which, thanks to Cyra's enhanced hearing, she would pick up on. Blitzo could feel his blood boiling from watching her happy being fading away, replaced with sadness. It was enough to make him consider going on a kid-killing spree.
And it looked like he was about to have his shot. As he watched Cyra slowly wander off, a bright red ball came flying towards her, hitting the pup from behind. She tumbled to the ground and cried out in pain.
As Cyra pulled herself up from the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, a pair of large-looking imp children walked over to her Cyra, laughing maliciously at her plight. One of them made a crack at her, something about how mutts loved playing catch, while the other went to collect the ball. Blitzo couldn't quite make it out but didn't care. He just watched as his little girl began to cry, while they continued to laugh, as the other kids starting joining in.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
And like that, the laughter stopped. The kids screamed in terror while the two bullies clutched their broken horns and the deflating ball. Blitzo holstered his flintlock and was upon them like a rabid wolf. The kids didn't even have a chance to react before the imp pinned down, glaring at them with murder in his eyes: "Alrighty, you little SHITS, I'm only gonna say this once, so you better FUCKING listen loud and clear. If either of you EVER hurt my baby girl again, I will shove your broken horns up your asses, drown you in your blood, and FUCK both of your entire families!"
The two imp children didn't say anything for a second before running away in horror, crying for their parents with tears in their eyes. Then Blitzo turned to the other children in the park with the same fury. "And that goes for the rest of you turds! I know where you all live!"
Once he was sure they had all gotten the message, Blitzo finally turned to Cyra, concerned, checking her for bruises: "Cyra baby, are you okay? You're not too badly hurt, are you? Is anything broken? Do you need anything? Ice Cream? Hugs? A gun? You wanna leave?"
Cyra stood there quietly, fresh tears still in her eyes, still recovering from her fall. And while she was still a bit sad, she was also overwhelmed by what had happened. No one had ever stood up to her. After being mistreated by the other kids for so long, she couldn't believe someone had tried to help her. She looked at Blitzo with awe, still surprised by how much he seemed to care. She sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I-I-I-I t-think I'm okay. M-my knee and face hurts a little…but I-I'm m-mostly fine. T-t-thanks for helping me, M-mr. Blitz. Y-you were so nice."
Knowing she was safe, Blitzo let out a small sigh of relief before beaming at her with joy and pulling her in for a comforting hug. "Aww, don't mention Cyra. You just tell me if something like this ever happens again. You know I'll always be there to protect you, my wittle-Cyra-Lyra." Cyra smiled warmly as she hugged him back, enjoying every tender moment of it. She left safe around her guardian and didn't want to let go. When they finally separated, Blitzo looked at her warmly: "So, how about you and your old man play together for a bit?"
And from there, the two of them spent what felt like hours playing together in the park. They went through everything together; the slide, swigs, merry-go-rounds, climbers, and Blitzo even let her ride his favorite spring horse. Usually, he wouldn't have been caught dead doing any of those things, but he at the moment didn't care. As long as he was with Cyra, it was all that mattered to him at the moment.
But eventually, he tired himself out and decided to take a break. Millie had offered to take his place playing with Cyra (and to kill the kids that had bullied her. An offer he happily took her up on), so he was free to relax a bit. He decided to sit down next to Loona. The bench she had picked was shitty, but luckily the tiger helped make it bearable. It was surprisingly comfortable. He eyed Cyra lovingly as he watched her play with Millie on the climber. "Awww, look at her, Loonie, isn't she just precious?"
Loona didn't give any kind of response or even bother to look at the child. She briefly got worried about Cyra when she saw her being bullied, but they were put to rest shortly after Blitzo comforted her. She had tried to focus only on her phone for most of the day, but she couldn't help but sneak a few glances at the two of them playing together. Thinking about how much fun they had had throughout the whole day. Meanwhile, Blitzo had barely so much as fucking talked to her for longer than a few minutes at best. Already he was starting to ignore her and spend all of his love and attention on the new brat. It made her sick. Blitzo didn't seem to notice or care, just kept on watching his new little girl enjoying herself.
"Yes, I suppose she is rather cute," said a voice coming next to Blitzo. But it wasn't Loona. Instead, it was Moxxie, sitting by the right corner of the bench.
"Wasn't asking you, Moxx," Blitzo shot at him, slightly annoyed at him. His coworker was slightly miffed but didn't show it.
"Nevertheless, Cyra is quite the sweet little girl." Moxxie continued as he turned to face his boss. "I have to admit, sir, I didn't think you'd ever consider adopting another child, let alone someone so young. You never seemed to take much interest in taking care of any other children. Especially considering how much you always cuddle Loona."
Neither seemed to notice, the frown on Loona's face growing deeper and slightly more envious by Moxxie's words. "Yeah, well, I know you think I'm just a stone-cold killer all the time, you know, on top of being incredibly handsome and fucking brilliant, but beneath all of that badassery, I do have a heart. Enough to know that a little kid like Cyra doesn't deserve to spend her whole life in some shitty orphanage that doesn't care about her, or out on the streets where she'll end up dead."
Moxxie was genuinely taken aback by his boss' words. While he assumed he might have had ulterior motives for adopting her, it was obvious that Blitzo did indeed care about Cyra. His big display at the playground more than proved that. But he still had a hard time believing that the same imp he called his boss would've done so much for a child he just met. "Yes, but still, you must've considered an easier solution than just adopting her right then and there. I would've thought you'd sooner just burn her orphanage down before adopting her."
…fuck, why didn't I think of that? I'm getting slobby. Blitzo silently cursed to himself before shrugging to Moxxie: "Yeah, probably, but I wasn't about to chance it on someone like her. Even if she did find a better home at some point, who knows how long that would've taken. I guess I just figured, hey, this kid needs someone to look after her. It might as well be me." Blitzo paused for a bit, growing an affectionate smile as he looked back at Cyra. "And hey, sometimes life is just like that. In between constantly kicking you in the guts and fucking you in the ass, it throws you a bone or two. Now, the kid's got a new home, and my family's a little bigger. And all because she looted my trash."
"Yeah, I suppose life can be wonderfully unexpected like that, sir," Moxxie agreed fondly, one of the rare times he ever did with his boss. After all, it was all thanks to a similarly unexpected turn that he would meet the imp that would become his beloved wife. "I am glad to know that you do care about her. From the sounds of it, Cyra needed someone like that. But, if I may, you shouldn't continuously shower her with so much love all time, as you do with Loona. There's more to being a parent than just being overly affectionate towards your child."
That instantly ruined any good mood Blitzo was in. He turned to Moxxie, furious, feeling insulted by his words. "The fuck's that supposed to mean, baby dick? I already told you, I don't need any advice on how to raise my kids. I've had Loona for over three years now and raised her just fine! Isn't that right, sweetie?" He turned to his oldest for confirmation. Loona scoffed in response, which Blitzo took as a sign that she agreed with him.
But Moxxie pushed on, refusing to back down from his stance. "With all due respect, sir, raising a 7-year-old is significantly more different than raising a young adult. It's a huge responsibility. For one thing, I doubt she's as mature as Loona is. You need to be more careful and observant around her so that she doesn't accidentally end up hurting herself. Obviously, you can't bring Cyra along to work. She would be killed in an instant. You also need to be kind and supportive but disciplining her when needed. Teach her what to do and not to do. Don't smother her with love, as you do with Loona. Remember to be patient and understanding with her. She's only a child and isn't going to get everything right immediately. And for the love of Satan, don't just let her get her way all the time. That'll only make her think she can do whatever she wants without consequence. And most of all…"
Blitzo didn't listen to a single word Moxxie said, simply tuning him out like he usually would whenever he didn't want to listen to his advice. Which was almost always. He just sat down quietly, while Moxxie rambled on and on and on until he got tired of staring at his face and finally said: "Shut the fuck up, Moxxie, I know what I'm doing, alright? Need I remind you that I'm the one who actually has kids out of the two of us? Shit, I'm surprised you and Mills still don't have one yet; what with all the freaky shit you two get up to in bed."
Once again, the mention of children shut his coworker up for a short while, much to Blitzo's satisfaction. But, after a brief spell, Moxxie spoke with a sudden melancholy tone. "…Well, it's not for lack of trying. Millie and I have talked about growing our family for a long while now. Heh, we've even picked out names for our first kids. But with us, just barely managing to support ourselves we-WHY AM I EVEN TELLING YOU THIS?" The imp suddenly exclaimed, realizing he was sharing private information, with the boss obsessed with his life. "Look, the point I'm trying to make is that you need to take this parenting thing more seriously, for the sake of you and your daughters. At least tell me that you're making arrangements for Cyra to go to school."
"Ah, come on, Moxxie, do I look like a moron to you?" Blitzo asked. Moxxie was incredibly tempted to answer the question. "I was gonna look into it, later tonight or tomorrow. Gotta make sure she ends up in a good one."
"Oh, alright, good. That's good to know," Moxxie said in relief, happy that Blitzo at least took Cyra's education seriously enough. It was a start, but hopefully, from there, he could work on improving Blitzo's parenting little by little. It was a bit weird for Moxxie that he was suddenly growing so paternal over Cyra after only one day. Especially since he never cared much about how Blitzo raised Loona. Other than her work habit. It seemed the hellpup had awakened the dormant parental side of him.
The two imps didn't talk much after that, just sitting side-by-side in silence, before Moxxie rose from his seat after a short while. "Well, if you don't mind me, sir, it's getting late. I'm going to check up on Millie, see when she wants to leave and all." Before leaving, he turned to Blitzo one last time. "Just, promise me you'll at least think about some of the things, what I've told you. I just want to make sure Cyra turns out okay."
"Yeah, sure thing Moxx, I'll keep it in mind," Blitzo said, halfhearted, already having forgotten what most of Moxxie's advice even was. "And for gosh darn sake, watch your language. There are children playing in that park!" He then snarked with a shit-eating grin. Moxxie just gave him an unamused glare and walked back over to Millie, ignoring his boss' smirk and Loona's snickering behind his back.
Things started going a bit quiet after that. Most of the sounds came either from the children laughing or crying, the various small hell-beasts living in the park, Loona texting on her phone, and nearby couples talking. And right now, that was just fine for Blitzo. It felt like it was just him, his coworkers, and his little family, all alone in the park. It wasn't the adrenaline filed job of fun, madness, and murder he would've usually preferred, but for once, Blitzo enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.
He watched his little Cyra having fun on the playground, the sight making bringing him joy. He couldn't help but take another picture of her as she was on the swing. And then, on a whim, he decided to make a small Sinstagram post with it and a few of the other Cyra pictures he had on his phone. It was about time the rest of Hell found out about his darling new daughter. After quickly posting it, he placed the phone back in his pocket, leaned back on the bench, and continued watching his daughter play, content with the peace around him.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
…and then not two minutes later, his phone started screaming.
It didn't take long for Blitzo to figure out who the caller was, so with a loud groan of annoyance, he excused himself and walked a few steps before begrudgingly answering the call: "Alright, the fuck do you want this time, Stolas?"
"Why, hello to you too, my dear little Blitzy." Sure enough, the Prince's voice greeted him with a light, innocent chuckle. Blitzo could practically hear his grin from the voice alone. "I'm so happy to hear that you're so eager to hear from me again."
The imp was not at all amused by the Prince's friendly tone and simply kept on with an annoyed moan: "Yeah, how about you keep it in your pants for once, you slimeball. The next full moon's not for another three weeks, so you're going to find some other ways to get your ass all clogged up."
"Ohoho, there you go, being so serious again. You always know how to rile up the feathers. If you're not careful, I might start molting." Blitzo gagged in disgust and almost threw up at the mental image of a featherless Stolas. The Prince showed no indication of having heard his groans. Instead, his aroused voice changed into a more excited one. "But, believe it or not, that is not the reason for my sudden call. I saw your latest post on Sinstagram and wanted to congratulate you on your newest little puppy! Oh, she looks so cute! It reminded me of my Via when she was her age."
Blitzo hadn't expected the Prince to take such a sudden interest in his kid. Usually, he only called for more perverted reasons. It did make him feel quite proud of her, but he didn't let it show. "Well, I'm happy to hear you think so, Stolas, but unless you've got some business we need to take care of, I gotta go."
"Oh, come on, Blitzy, don't me like that. You simply must introduce her to be proper!" The Prince had a sudden gasp as an idea popped into his head. "Let's have a playdate!"
"What, you want to role play now? Well, it wouldn't be my first rodeo. Alright, you fucking sleaze, what did you have in mind? Teacher/Student? Doctor/Patient? Wild Untamed Stallion/Skinny Horse Breeder?" Blitzo asked, confused by the Prince's sudden suggestion.
"Oh no, nothing like that!" Stolas clarified with a light chuckle at the imp's confusion: "I meant an actual playdate! Me, you, and our daughters out for a little family-friendly fun! You remember, my darling daughter Octavia, yes?"
"The teenage goth kid, who constantly looks like she's moments away from jumping off a bridge into the bottom of the ocean? Yeah, I know her."
"Oh, well, that's…good," Stolas said hesitantly before going back to being more relaxed. "Well, Via doesn't have many friends her age, so I thought perhaps it would be fun for her, and your two adopted hellhounds to get to know each other and bond a little. I know a large mall down in the Green Ring that would make for a perfect location! And while they get to know each other, maybe you and I could get some coffee. And a little dessert or two along the way."
Blitzo cringed at the last part as Stolas' tone took a sudden lustful turn. He should've figured this was only an excuse for some more "personal" time with him and his cock. "Yeah, I'm gonna pass on that. We're up to our assholes in clients throughout the next few weeks, so we'll be too busy killing to attend your little "playdate."
Stolas had anticipated the response and thus decided to sweeten the deal just a bit. "Of course, I will be paying for the food and any purchases you and your daughters make."
That changed Blitzo's tone. But then, he always loved getting free stuff. "Oh, well, that's changes things entirely. Alright, tell you what, I can push one or two of our later hits a few days back and find some free time in about 2 weeks. Next Wednesday, sound good to you?"
"It's a date!" Stolas exclaimed ecstatically.
Blitzo frowned: "A playdate remember? Not one of your nightly fuck sessions, where you try to find another hole for me to fill up."
"Of course, of course, Blitz. I do look forward to seeing you all then, my little impish delight. And of course, for our next session. I already have lots of new ideas for-"
Blitzo hung up the phone before the Prince could get another word in, casually dropping it into a large nearby puddle. He watched it fizzle out for a few seconds, in silence, before turning back towards the playground. He'd worry about the Prince later.
Right now, he just wanted to spend more time with Cyra. And Loona, of course. And the rest of his coworkers.
And then maybe later, he could think about finding good schools for Cyra.
Hey, isn't one of our old clients a teacher? What was her name again? Haycherry? Wonder what school she's working at now…
Thank you all so much for reading the chapter. Now that most of the cast has met our cute little Hellpup, we can move on to some more fluffy times.
Also, if you have any suggestions for chapter ideas, feel free to share them. Until then, I'll see you all later.