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"Oh come on, now I'm being personally fucked with by cosmic bullshit!" Blitzo's groan bordered into a whine as his team took the elevator up to see that Verosika and her crew had already set up a spot in the once vacant room right across from their own office. He could hear them laughing and talking while that damn bodyguard of hers was standing right outside the door.

"Da-uh," Loona caught herself while Blitzo almost forgot about his beef to give Loona wide puppy eyes at her slip up, "Blitz, it's not that big a deal. What is a big deal is that my makeup is shitty today!"

"Just like your attitude," Moxxie muttered. He was loud enough that she heard though and was given a light warning growl, but he paid it no mind.

"Oh, Loony, you look amazing as always," Blitzo hugged his face close against her muzzle only to be pushed away, "and besides, that soul sucking pump and dump is not worth impressing!"

Millie cut in and asked with some concern, "Blitz, what exactly happened between y'all?"

"Nothing you need to worry your farm girl head about," Blitzo once again waved off, "personally, I'm over it, but she clearly isn't."

"Wow, sir, I would've never guessed with how coolly you're handling this," Moxxie joked with faux innocence.

"Stuff it, possum boy," Blitzo flipped him off, "she stole our parking space! Our space, meant for us!"

Moxxie let out an exasperated sigh, "Oh my Satan, look, how about I go and talk to her? You see I understand much of the pop genre myself and-"

But Blitzo tuned him out, only thinking about his past and present with Verosika, his eyes locked on the heavily tinted purple windows to her office. Once he was back in reality, his first words were, "Moxxie, shut the fuck up!"

"Okay," Moxxie mumbled slowly before deciding to just walk up to Vortex.

"Woah, back up, little man," the Hellhound held a hand up. Despite his earlier hostility, it was clear it was only to match Blitzo's hostility. Seeing Moxxie, he decided to keep it cool, "no guests or fanboys allowed in. It's a private area."

"Sorry, sir, I just wanted to speak with Miss Verosika regarding our parking space," the Imp replied. But Vortex only shook his head.

"Little man, do you really think you wanna go in there?" he told him before reasoning further, "You're not gonna change her mind and-"

"Hey, Tex, who is that?" Verosika had opened the door and immediately spotted Moxxie. She narrowed her eyes, "Oh, the twink that came from under a rock. What the hell do you want?"

Despite the insult, Moxxie took a deep breath and answered respectfully, "Just a civil discussion about the parking space, ma'am."

"Oh that…" Verosika was sizing him up like prey. He screamed virgin even if he wasn't and she knew there were ways to get under Blitzo's skin. So, with a smirk that made Moxxie shiver, she motioned her index finger, "fine, come on in."

"Oh boy," Vortex almost cringed on the outside seeing Moxxie head into a den of metaphorical wolves. But it wasn't his business.

"She's letting him in?" Blitzo gasped only to shout as he rushed towards the glass like a curious child at an aquarium, "Oh no, Moxxie, your twink holes!"

Vortex immediately shoved him away, making him roll like a bowling ball despite his horns, "Hey man, back up!"

The second the door closed, Moxxie almost felt a little intimidated walking in. All this audio equipment and promotional posters. It brought back some old feelings. Didn't help he was surrounded by catty Succubus and Incubus thinking of ways to fetishize him. Truth be told, they did peg him for a virgin just by his looks and viewed him as fresh meat. But aside from that, he brushed off their stares and spoke eloquently, "Now, Miss Verosika, I think we can handle this like adults."

One of them, a succubus with an afro cuddling up to a blonde pony tailed succubus, immediately busted out in a mocking laughter, pointing at him, "Aw, he's got a widdle bowtie!"

"Aw, he's like a little conductor," the blonde one snorted with the rest of the crew cooing and laughing, "more Imps should dress like that."

"Please don't condescend me, ladies," Moxxie whined, "It's been a long week and-"

"You wanna kiss here, little guy?" An incubus interrupted while the bigger one behind made some kissy face gestures.

"Be nice, Josh," laughed the bigger Incubus while an incubus in a hoodie laughed too.

Seeing that and the looks on their faces, Moxxie decides he can't take it, he knows where this conversation would head, and throws his hands up in the air, turning around to make his exit, "No. No, I don't think we're doing this. Have a good day, you all clearly need it."

"Yo, is the little Imp scared? Does your baby pecker have stage fright?" One of the shorter succubus chuckled with the taller, thinner one wiggling her pinky, making them all laugh some more.

Moxxie just shot her a glance and almost said something, but chose to just roll his eyes. It wasn't worth it to say anything back.

However, Verosika just smirked and placed her hand on Moxxie's shoulder, subtly caressing it, "Hold it, maybe I should have carry on a message to your limp dick boss."

"If it's personal, you may feel free to do so yourself. I'm not paid enough to worry about his problems," Moxxie told her as he gently took her hand off his shoulder, "have a good day miss Verosika."

That made the rest of the demons of the room narrow their eyes. Especially Verosika. He was more resilient than had any right to be, in the pop star's opinion, which was a further insult to her pride. They were about to get to the fun part too only for him to bail.

Josh, the incubus who asked for a kiss, was the first to speak after Moxxie went out the door, "Well, that was lame. I was ready to pounce on him."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Woah. You're unscathed," Vortex whistled as the Imp walked out. He couldn't help but think, 'surprising since he's… thick around the hips.'

Moxxie, visibly deflated, replied, "In hindsight, this wasn't my finest hour, but I wanted to try."

The Hellhound bodyguard nodded. He couldn't fault him for that. He seems to have a decent head on his shoulders. Still, he only grunted in acknowledgement, "Hm."

Moxxie walked back to see Loona on her phone while Blitzo and Millie were more than interested to hear what he had to report, the former asking, "So, Moxxie, did you actually manage to smooth talk that cunt with legs? I'm surprised none of them crawled inside you."

"What?" Moxxie gasped before shaking his head, "no, sir. And the conversation went nowhere save for more low brow insults and flirting hurled my way. I get that enough of the former from you and Loona as it is."

Said Hellhound just grunted and flipped him off, not at all interested in his moaning. She was more so trying to play it cool with Vortex in front of them, just watching like a total professional.

"Damn straight. Belittling you is a family business," he sternly and proudly stated. Blitzo then folded his arms and shrugged, "and, to make it clear, this is why trying to be a holier than thou adult is bullshit."

"Cut him some slack, he's tryin'," Millie nudged Blitzo's arm before pulling out a knife, "personally, I could just go in there to do my own brand of convincing!"

"Eh, nah, that'd be too much to clean up and some papers. Does not help that intimidation from you would only turn them on," that made Millie pout. Moxxie had to admit, he found that cute. But Blitzo just focused on the bigger picture, "we still have that other parking space for now."

Then he started rubbing his hands together and his eyes took on a sinister glow, "but I have a plan to get ours back later. In the meantime, let's just focus on our jobs."

"That's… surprisingly mature," Moxxie narrowed his eyes at him, "you said "for now". What the heaven are you planning?"

"Nothing your smooth brain could handle if I told you," Blitzo grabbed Moxxie by the cheeks and squished his face until he started walking towards the office before Moxxie could hiss at him, "besides, with Extermination out of the way, you all know what that means."

Moxxie went wide eyed and grinned, "Spring cleaning?"

"Spring open mike night?" Millie had the same expression.

"What the fu-Spring Break!" Blitzo groaned out. He looked directly at Millie, "I expect that from Moxxie, but you, Mils? Really?"

Moxxie narrowed his eyes, "What the heaven is that supposed to mean?"

Loona snorted as she lagged behind them, "Ugh, you're both lame and old."

"I'm in my twenties…" Millie growled.

And Loona didn't care, "Yeah. Old."

"Says the Hellhound with gray hairs," Moxxie fired back with Millie nodding.

"Yeah, it's called fur," Loona rolled her eyes, "fat ass."

"Lazy mutt," Moxxie growled back, starting to get a little fed up already. That made Loona give him another glare.

"Hey, don't insult my Loony," Blitzo then broke up the spat, albeit with bias, before opening the door to the meeting room, "now come on, we gotta talk strategies, financing, and most importantly money to pay for my future horse ranch!"

"Do ya even know how to ride one?" Millie asked. Blitzo gave her his best offended look and proceeded to break into a quick rant.

After he said that somewhat ridiculous proclamation, in Moxxie's opinion, his hell phone vibrated. He just got a text.

XXX

Charlie was ecstatic. Her father called her and told her that she actually had a meeting with heaven's finest scheduled in a couple of weeks. That meant she could meet with actual Angels, pitch her idea, and maybe even stop the genocide! She was already giddy at just the idea of such a meeting, so this got her practically jumping off the walls.

"Agh, this is so amazing, Vaggie!"

"I bet," Vaggie rubbed her arm, trying her best not to show her true emotion, "but you shouldn't get too excited. You're just meeting them."

"But that's the first step. Talking. And look at what we've accomplished already!"

They heard a crash downstairs and Angel Dust screaming, "Nifty, for fuck's sake, that shit creeps me out!"

"But I need to share my wonders with you!" they heard Nifty cry out and another shattering whatever.

"Show them to Husk!"

"He's too old and grumpy!"

And that's when Husk joined in the shouting, "I know I'm too old for all this bullshit!"

"All things considered," Vaggie slowly said before she broke out into a small smile, remembering how this was once a rundown ghost zone, "yeah, you've gotten a lot going for you as it is. But don't think for a second that it gives you a good case with Heaven. Just be prepared."

"Hmmm," Charlie would never right off her girlfriend's warnings, but still, she really wanted to put her most positive foot forward. So, positive caution it was and she nodded before pecking Vaggie on the cheek, "Alright, I understand. Now come on, let's go tell everyone the good news, I already texted Moxxie after I got the confirmation."

"Sounds good to me," Vaggie agreed.

"Alright everyone, I have something important to announce!" Charlie yelled joyously as she slid down the stair rails in a smooth motion.

Angel Dust went wide eyed, "We're getting a stripper pole installed?"

Husk had a cool smirk, "I'm finally getting a bar room shotgun?"

"Hydrochloric acid!" Nifty excitedly shouted as her pupils shrank and her eyes went bloodshot.

"N-no…" Charlie cleared her throat as she landed, "I-I got a schedule to actually talk with some Angels about the hotel!"

Everyone blinked, though Nifty kept smiling. Angel Dust narrowed his eyes, "How in the seven rings is that any good news!?"

"Because that means we're getting the chance to meet on peaceful terms!" Charlie giddily answered.

The Sinner's responses were, "'Whatever./Meh./Can I come!?"" the last one being Nifty.

"Sorry, no Nifty," and the little cyclops pouted before running off to kill more bugs, "anyway, trust me guys, this is gonna be great!"

Then there was a knock on the door. Husk clicked his tongue.

"Is that Pentious again? Way earlier than I expected."

Angel Dust nodded, "Yeah and more obvious too. Bold."

Charlie glanced at Vaggie before she shrugged and walked up towards the door, her girlfriend close behind her and ready to go on the defensive. Once she opened it, it revealed a lovely purple demon sinner in a dress politely waving.

"Excuse me, are you the owner of the Hazbin Hotel?" she said with a little unease, "My name is Ruth… Ruth Mayberry and I wanted a place to… rehabilitate. And do you know anyone by the name of Moxxie by chance?"

Vaggie blinked while Charlie somehow made a noise like a teddy bear, squeaking as she began to sparkle like a diamond. It actually caught Ruth off guard, but she couldn't say anymore before she was pulled in for a very warm welcome.

XXX

The day was going about as smooth as a rocky road in the mountains of Wrath. But then again, anyone who expected better should've been slapped with a dunce branding before getting thrown into the trash island of stupidity.

At least, that's about as Blitzo saw it. Millie nearly killed their short bitch, Milky way or whatever, Moxxie can feel his booty being groped by their stares, and Loona kept staring down at that damn Vortex. And Verosika always had something to say. And so did Blitzo, usually first too, but he would admit no guilt whatsoever.

"STD spreading greasy trucker gobbler," like now as Blitzo immediately hurled the first insult as they both stepped into the elevator.

"Reject circus freak," Verosika retorted, keeping her eyes on the elevator door. She knew it annoyed Blitzo even more if she acknowledged him less. They immediately walked out at the same place at the one water dispenser.

"Just trying to get my water here, leave me out of it," and Moxxie was there too.

"I feel bad for your employees," Verosika began with a chuckle of pure malice, "there's something sad about an imp leading other Imps down into the gutter."

"Preaches the succu-bitch who used to beg for all of this," Blitzo motioned his hands up and down around his body, "still see ya got that tattoo on ya! Couldn't afford to get it removed, pop star?"

"I like to keep it as a reminder," she huffed before jabbing her finger at her exe's chest, "helps me make sure I look for quality in a lover instead of a two faced thieving little Imp."

"You really think your insults are so clever," Blitzo rolled his eyes before he jabbed his finger at her ample chest, "your insults are about as good as you in bed! Which is pretty bad, in case you're so stupid you're wondering!"

"Excuse me, sir," Moxxie cut as he looked at them both, "miss Verosika. Don't you think this is… all a bit much?"

Both glared down at him only for Verosika to make the mistake of making any noise, "Hmph."

"Don't you "hmph" at him," Blitzo immediately wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in, "that's my employee to scoff at, not yours!"

Verosika clicked her tongue, "I'm just wondering why he puts up with you is all. Even for an Imp, you're pretty incompetent while he seems like he can at least act civilly."

'You and me both… backhanded portions of your compliment aside,' Moxxie thought before he held up his hands after Blitzo let him go, "No offense to either of you, but I'd like to stay out of this, please."

""Then zip/shut it."" Verosika and Blitzo hissed.

Moxxie's brow twitched and he sipped his water loudly. With a sigh of refreshment, he said, "you two must've been a lovely couple."

Verosika let out another bitter laugh, "We were until that asshole decided to max out my credit cards and ride three rings down for shitty horse riding lessons?"

That took Moxxie off guard, "Sir?"

"I thought you were staying out of it!" Blitzo growled before he huffed and folded his arms, "and besides, those lessons were worth it. I told you she's petty!"

"My advice to you, Moxxie?" Verosika put all her focus on him now, "Find someone you can actually have a career with. You can't even be barely friends with this asshole before he drags you down."

"Ugh," Blitzo growled as his ex walked off, "succubus like that, Mox… they take more out of you than you think."

"Right," Moxxie drawled, really not wanting to pry further seeing as how Blitzo was starting to look in this situation, "how about we change the topic?"

Blitzo immediately smiled at him, "You want horse riding lessons too?"

"No!" Moxxie caught himself after his outburst and cleared his throat, "I mean… I've had plenty. Would you like to hear about the hotel?"

"Pfft, no!" then Blitzo thought for a second, "Unless you have something funny to say about. Was that place or blow fest like they say it is?"

Moxxie shook his head, "Sir, the place isn't that bad. I mean, the Prin-Charlie and Vaggie are pretty nice, and-"

"Hold on, slow the fuck down, Vaggie?" Blitzo began to laugh hysterically, "Who the fuck names their kid Vaggie and loves them, haha! Okay, that is hilarious, thanks Mox!"

"Why do I even try," Moxie grumbled as he rubbed his temple.

"Aaaargh!" A scream, but not a real one.

"Oh, that's the… the bird. Alright, get back to work," Blitzo shooed Moxxie off, walked to his office, and answered, "what the fuck do you want?"

"Hi, my kitty bitty Blitzy," came the flirtatious tone of a regal four eyed owl demon.

"Blitz, it's just Blitz!" he shouted, "What do you want, Stolas?"

"Just to make sure our arrangement is still in place," Stolas chuckled before his tone got sultry, "I do so love our moments of… passionate fornication!"

"Yeah right, that," Blitzo rubbed the back of his head, "yeah, yeah, fine whatever. What time tonight?"

Stolas licked his lips and purred, "Oh, don't you want it to be spontaneous? Isn't that more fun?"

"I work," Blitzo deadpanned. Meanwhile he just busted out handmade dolls of Moxxie and Millie to play with before sitting at his desk.

"How about tonight at your place?" Stolas answered.

"Fine," Blitzo rolled his eyes and started smooshing the dolls together.

"Good," Stolas started blushing, "I'll see you soon, my big dicked Blitzy!"

"Fuck off," then the Imp hung up and pulled out his picture, "alright, three-way time!"

Once the phone hung up, Stolas lost his smile and hesitated to walk down the hallway. He shook it off and passed by family pictures, only glancing at the ones with a smaller owl demon on them. He made it to a door ordained with stars before knocking, only for the door to open. He swallowed a lump in his throat, "Via? Are you up?"

"Hnng," only a groan. Better than nothing.

He rubbed the back of his head, fighting his nervousness, "I know you wanted to got out to the mall today… I'm free to do so now if you wish."

"I'll nap on it," was the only response he got.

"Of course," Stolas muttered as he started closing the door, "love you, Via."

Only a grunt or a reply, "Yeah."

Stolas was about to walk away after he closed the door until he turned to see a regal Sean demon with a plate of food walking towards the door. He gulped while she narrowed her eyes.

"Afternoon, Stella," he greeted nervously.

"Imp sucking prick," She growled before she nudged him away. He sighed and walked off.

"Octavia, sweetie, I brought you some food. I threw the butler a little too hard and…"

XXX

An explosion went off in some part of the Sinner's city. From a cloud of pink smoke and ash stepped out a cyclops sinner texting on her hell phone, "Come on, Angel Dust, you're missing out on the fun!"

"Haha! How does it feel to be alone and vulnerable, Missss Cherri Bomb!" a blimp eclipsed the area and a cartoonishly evil villain laugh broke out from none other than Sir Pentious, joined by his egg boys, "Even with all the bombs in your arssssenal, you couldn't possibly hope to sssstop the likesss of me!"

"Actually, I decided to see if I could just beat you with five bombs today," Cherri Bomb shrugged, a little more focused on her phone.

Sir Pentious was caught off by that remark, "Well… you'll sssstill fail!"

And she shrugged again, "Doubt it."

Sir Pentious began firing his cannons only for Cherri Bomb to gracefully jump out of the way of the cannon fire, not at all caring for any other Sinner dumb enough to get caught in the blast. She ran along the wall of a building and jumped, throwing two bombs at the joint of the Blimp. The blast didn't outright break it, but the right cannon was pretty much jammed.

"Don't just stand there, minions!" Sir Pentious roared, "Shoot her… outside the cockpit!"

"Okay, boss!" They all saluted and ran, firing simple laser guns at the terrorist.

They didn't so much as knick her before she jumped in, crushing an egg boy before grabbing another, smashing the boy on her knee and putting it together around a bomb, "hey, catch!"

"Oh!" An egg boy went long and Cherri smirked.

"Don't actually catch - Lucifer damn you!" Sir Pentious hissed because his minion caught it. And right next to him too. Still, even with the blimp damaged and a few burns, Sir Pentious wasn't going to go down so easily, "that'sss it, now it'sss persssonal!"

He pulled out a laser pistol and began firing at the cyclops only for her to make a dramatic backflip out of the cockpit to the streets below, throwing two more explosives at the other large cannon. To her shock though, it only damaged the piece, but didn't cripple it like the other.

Once she landed, she snapped her fingers and cursed, "ah shit, I thought I'd get it this time. Maybe I'm losing touch, yeah?"

"And I'm ssstil in the game, mwahahaha-huh?" Sir Pentious ceased his laughter as he caught a glimpse of none other than Alastor walking down the street. He blinked before a sinister smile formed on his lips and he shouted, "two for the price in one day!? Incredible!"

"Huh," Cheri turned and saw what he meant before cringing, "'Ey, I don't care about you and all, but uh, you sure about that?"

"Positive!" The snake Sinner pulled out a rocket launcher contraption and aimed at the powerful radio demon, "he's vulnerable when he's unaware!"

He fired and two things happened. Alastor was not actually aware and used his dark magic to merely swat the rocket aside. The next thing to happen was a shadow tentacle immediately squeezing down on the blimp while Cherri decided to bail.

The next thing to happen was an entire blur to the snake Sinner as he suddenly found himself opening his eyes on the side of a tall building. And looking at none other than Vox of the Vees.

They just stared at each other before Vox took a sip of his latte and said, "Someone left a note but it fell. To sum it up for your slowly developing mind, you're a dumbass, jackass."

Sir Pentious has the decency to look a tad ashamed, "Oh… can you help me up?"

"No, no, no, no," Vox pulled out a broom and began smacking Sir Pentious in the face with it in an effort to drive him away. Or more accurately, to fall to his temporary "death".

The unlucky Sinner scrambled to stay up and was failing, shouting, "Wait, there's a ssspike yard down there, wait, waaait!"

And he fell. All while Vox shook his head, not at all phased by the screams, "how the hell did that guy survive extermination all this time?"