The new chapter's out. This one's a bit fluffier and more lighthearted, focusing a bit on the family life of a certain imp OC of mine. I tried to stretch out my comedic muscles on this one, and I'm hoping I did a good job. But, I'll leave that up to you guys to decide.

Cover Art: Tejedora7 on Twitter

Inside the I.M.P. office at midday, all the members of the infamous assassination company were gearing up and going over their upcoming hits. Or at least trying to; Loona cared more about texting Vortex & Octavia on the phone, while Moxxie & Blitzo were in the middle of another one of their heated arguments.

"So, let me get this straight," Moxxie sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. "You were exiting the café, saw an eclair inside the garbage can; and in your infinite wisdom decided: 'What the hell? I'll just eat some trash!"

"NO! No, no no no no! Were you even listening, dipshit? I told you it wasn't trash!" Blitzo shouted defending himself.

"Was it in the trash?" Moxxie asked deadpanned.

"…maybe," Blitzo responded after a pause.

"Well, then it WAS trash." Moxxie insisted.

"Oh come on, it's not like it was down. It was right on top of everything."

"It was still in the can!"

"Above the rim!"

"Adjacent to refuse is still refuse."

"Yeah, well I'll have you know it was on a magazine, and even had that fancy paper shit on it!"

"Was it eaten?" Moxxie finally asked with a raised eyebrow.

After a pregnant pause, Blitzo defeatedly pouted: "…one little bite."

"Well, sir; that's garbage."

Blitzo just roughly shoved Moxxie against his chair, enough for it to topple over. "Aww, who the fuck even asked you babydick?! Now shut your asshole, and let me get back to business."

Moxxie just righted himself irritated, while Blitzo turned to his whiteboard, where he had drawn a very elaborate and extremely crude drawing for their next hit, featuring himself and the rest of the team, along with an Italian restaurant, explosions, some fat with cigars, spaghetti, and a large sparkly dildo. Pulling out a pointing stick, Blitzo smiled as he went into it: "So, as I was saying, we've got a big one coming this Friday! 2 weeks ago, we got a call from some ex mafioso second-in-command, wanting us to take care of his old gang, due to something or other about being jerked off by his boss for taking too much of his dough. And as it turns out, his old mob were going to have some big gangster shin-dig, with a few buddies of theirs at some Italian joint today. AND, since he promised to pay extra for each one of his buddies we could take out along the way, we're gonna go all out. Kill the whole LOT of them! And for that, we're gonna need the whole team."

"Now, the place is going to be up to our asses in mobsters and fat suits, so it's vital we get this down perfectly! First, we portal up one hour before all the assholes show up; Moxxie will disguise himself as a waiter and plant some of our patented fuck-you-bombs underneath the tables and chairs, and pretty much anywhere we can hide them. While you're doing that, Millie will sneak into the security room, take out the morons in charge of the cameras and, shut'em down so we don't get spotted. I'll be in the kitchen, spicing the bodyguard's spaghetti with my special shit juice, guaranteed to keep their big guys from causing any trouble while we work. And you, my darling Loonie, will be our eyes and ears on top, making sure no one else arrives before we're done and knock out any unlucky jerks who show up to screw things over. Once everyone shows up and the heavy hitters are distracted, we blow up the bombs and fuck up all of them in one swoop! And if any unlucky assholes manage to survive, we fuck them up like yesterday's pudding and add them to our pile. And just like that, we'll be swimming in enough $ouls, to carry us over for the next three months! Now, any questions?"

He stood there smiling proudly as if expecting no one to object; so, when an irritated Moxxie was quick to raise his hand, Blitzo looked very visibly disappointed. "Yes, several actually. First of all, how am I supposed to plant bombs around the place, without being spotted immediately? Speaking of which, those bombs you're planning on using are practically miniature warheads; just one of those is enough to knock the whole building down, and alert the whole neighborhood, the city, and possibly the whole world to our whereabouts! Even if we somehow escape the blast, we may not have the time to escape without being spotted. And don't you think people are going to notice if waiters, security guards, and chefs start suddenly getting replaced all of a sudden?"

Blitzo looked very frustrated by his coworker's criticisms, each one of them making more and more visibly peeved, before finally lashing out pissed: "Oh, put a cork in it Moxx, you wouldn't know a good plan if it bit you in the dick and climbed into your urethra."

Moxxie ticked off by his boss' petty insults continued calmly. "I'm not saying the plan is bad sir, it just needs a few fixes for it to work. Also, you seem to have forgotten, we already have a long list of targets due for that day."

His boss waved them off dismissively. "Fuck'em. This one's too big to pass out on; just push them back a couple of days; I doubt the clients' are gonna give much of a damn."

"Sir, several of these hits, have already been delayed or pushed back multiple times now! Heck, the car salesman is 2 months overdue. If we don't get to these now, our clients are either going to cancel their hits or demand their money back. And we can't afford another heavy loss like that," Moxxie insisted stubbornly.

"Fucking…FINE!" Blitzo snapped angrily with all the dignity of a 5 yeard old, taking a whiteboard eraser he began violently whisking away his original plan and hastily drawing in a new one with a marker. "We'll plant some less powerful bombs early in the morning before anyone else arrives, do all the other hits during the midday, and then we'll come back and kill off the mob late at night. I still say we kill the staff, but I guess we can figure something out later. There, you happy now, yah horse-faced know-it-all?!" He turned to Moxxie furious, with folded arms and a pout, muttering various profanities under his breath.

Moxxie was annoyed by his boss' unprofessionalism but nodded satisfied. "Very. Thank you, sir."

"Wait a minute," Millie suddenly chimed in. "If we're all gonna be up topside for the whole day and probably most of the night, what're we gonna do about Cyra?"

She pointed towards the young, quiet hellpup who had been silently sitting at the end of the table this whole time. "H-hi."

The male imps' eyes shot up immediately, having forgotten all about her. "Oh…right," Blitzo scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed that he had neglected to take his daughter into account for his plan: after a quick second he threw out the first idea that came to his head. "Well, I'm sure we can just leave her alone in the office while we're away; I mean she spent days on the streets, so it's not like it would be the first time she'd been alone, right Cyri?"

"Sir! I don't feel comfortable leaving a child alone for an extended period of time, within range of our weapons and equipment without supervision," Moxxie said quickly, before Cyra could interject. "I'm sure Loona, could stay behind and watch her again, while the rest of us work."

"And miss out, on my one chance of getting out of this shithole? Fat chance," Loona said cooly but defiantly, not wanting to throw away her first mission and chance to actually do something, in a long while. "Besides, from the list you've got there, sounds like you're gonna need all the help you can get."

"Huh, never thought I'd say this B, but your hellhound has a point," Millie said, much to Loona's ire and Cyra's discomfort. "Things would go about ton easier and quicker, with all four of us topside…Oh, I know! Didn't you take Cyra on a playdate with a certain prince & daughter? Maybe your boyfriend could take care of her!" She suggested, her eyes shining with a teasing grin at her boss.

"Ugh, for the last time Millie, we do NOT have that kind of relationship!" Blitzo cried out annoyed. Neither of the two imps seemed convinced. "And besides, he's off on some royal errand for most of the week, and I don't trust his upper-crust swan broad, within an inch of my precious Cyri." Another idea entered his mind, causing Blitzo to light up excited as he turned toward his youngest daughter. "I got it! She'll come topside with us! What do you say, sweetie, wanna see your old man work?"

"NO!" Everyone besides Blitzo practically screamed, shooting down the idea at once.

Loona, in particular, raised from her chair and glared at her guardian. "Blitz, there's no fucking way in hell you're bringing the kid into the living world, filled with trigger-happy dicks! She probably doesn't even have a human disguise!"

"Much less the skills needed to survive an intense scenario, like a mafia shootout!" Moxxie shouted, in a rare moment of agreeing with the hellhound.

"Well, fuck Moxxie, I don't see anyone else here with any other ideas. If you've got something better, I'd sure as fuck would love to hear them," Blitzo exclaimed frustrated.

It was right then, that Cyra had an idea. "…um, Mr. Blitz?" The hellpup slowly raised her hand. As the imps and Loona focused on her, she hesitantly suggested something she had wanted for a long while: "I…maybe, I could stay with Abigale, while you and your friends do your job?"

Moxxie and Millie smiled brightly at the idea of Cyra finally getting to visit her best friend; Blitzo however, looked displeased. "NO! No chance in Hell!" He answered with a deep frown before anyone could get a word in. "Sweetie, I've already told you that imp kid's faking it! And I know her parents are probably worse! I'm leaving you all alone in that liar's house, for a whole day!"

Cyra frowned and retracted her hand disappointed. Moxxie however, was completely done with his boss' stubbornness by this point and furiously cried out: "Oh for crying out loud, sir, this is ridiculous! Cyra's known her for almost a month. It should be more than obvious by now Abigale is trustworthy enough, for your daughter to hang out with, so just do it already. I mean this is the perfect solution to our problem; Cyra can stay with Abigale's parents for the day, while we deal with our targets on Earth."

The hellpup looked up surprised at Moxxie speaking up for her. Blitzo snapped back. "Getting REALLY fucking tired of you dumping your parenting tips on me Moxx!"

"Well, then maybe it's time you started listening to it." Moxxie kept on defiantly. "Cyra's told me about her friend plenty of times, and from what I've heard this Abby has been nothing but kind and protective of her. If she really wanted to do something hurtful, she would've done it by now. I think we can trust her and her family, to look after your daughter, until we pick her up when we're done."

"I keep telling you, that skank's faking it," Blitzo insisted, still not wanting to back down.

"Come on, Blitz," Millie chimed in, further surprising the hellpup. "If she's as sweet as Cyra claims, I'm sure she'll be fine with them watching her. And if not, you can go right ahead on ripping them to shreds. Heck, we'll even join you."

"For the last time, we can't take that risk. The answer's-"

"Satan, damn it Blitz, stop being an overprotective jack-off for once in your life, and just let the damn brat get off your leash already!" Loona called out, joining the imp coworkers; mostly just so she wouldn't have to watch her, while they did all the cool stuff again. Not because she felt bad for the kid or anything. Definitely not.

"…Et Tu, Loonie?" Blitzo gasped in faux hurt, which soon faded once he noticed that everyone in the room, was against him on the matter, their glares locked right at him. The imp could feel that he was being backed into a corner, and wasn't thrilled about it. And with the three of them against Blitzo, Cyra silently watched almost speechless, not thinking they would all stand up to her like this. It was starting to feel that perhaps, she could finally get to see her friend outside of school. She turned to her guardian, and joined:

"Mr. Blitz…I know you don't like Abigale, but I promise you she won't do anything to me. Can't you let me stay with her? Just this once? Please?" Blitzo turned to the Cyra, who was looking at him pleadingly, her ears dropped, small whimpers wheeling up with the biggest set of puppy dog eyes the small girl could manage.

It was all too much for Blitzo, who groaned loudly in defeat for a whole minute, before finally relenting: "Fine. But just this ONCE!"

"YES!" Cyra cheered in joy, a large beaming smile on her face, her tail wagging like crazy. She leaped from her seat, ran towards Blitzo and practical tackled him into a hug; something he was not prepared for as he was pushed back a few feet and nearly lost his balance. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much d-Mr. Blitz!"

Blitzo stood there frozen stiff, not sure how to respond at first, but soon hugged her back, as Cyra nuzzled into his chest. Moxxie & Millie look at the sight happily, Millie even awing, while Loona just rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. "Y-yeah, don't mention it Cyri. Just promise me, the moment they get all Texas Chainsaw Massacre on you, you bite out their…Well, I would've said to go for the nuts, but they don't have any so…kick'em in the throats and book it out of there. Got it?"

"Sure, Mr. Blitz," Cyra agreed, not fully understanding what the imp was talking about. She was just happy at the prospect of finally visiting her friend.

"THIS IS GONNA BE SO AWESOME!" Abigale exclaimed in joy, as she and Cyra were leaving their class; the final bell ringing setting all the hellborn children free from their Friday schoolwork.

"Y-yeah, I know Abby…you've said that 10 or 12 times already," Cyra responded with an embarrassed blush.

"That's because it's true!" The imp cheered. "We're going to have so much fun! I can't wait to show you my room! We can play video games together! I can show you my comics and my action figures. Ohh, and after dinner, we can check out the backyard; play some catch or wrestling! Plus, you're finally gonna meet my moms! They're gonna love you! I mean, ma will love you. She's not an idiot, like the rest of the kids. Mom maybe might need some time to get used to you, but-" Abby stopped as she spotted someone among the crowd. "MOM! MOM! We're over here!"

Abigale rushed over to the figure in question, pulling the hellpup along by the sleeve of her hoodie. They stopped right as they approached the female imp, whom Cyra assumed was one of Abigale's mothers. She was quite the tall imp. Even more so than Blitz. She had a long neck, two small thin horns that resembled lightning bolts, and a mob of messy spiked hair, parts of which were dyed blue and white, that reached her upper back. She turned to them, upon hearing Abigale's voice, smiling to greet her daughter, enveloping her in a tight hug, "Abby! There's my little girl!"

"M-mom, I've told you a hundred times! I'm not a little girl anymore!" Abigale laughed embarrassed. It looked like she was trying to be annoyed, but the smile on her face failed her on that.

"Oh yes you are, my little ram-kins!" She cooed for a good while before Abby finally managed to wrestle her way out of her mother's grip. The woman chuckled before noticing Cyra standing next to her, tensing slightly upon noticing her. Letting go of her daughter, the tall imp bent downwards to greet the small hellpup. "Awww, and you must be Cyra!" She said kindly, if a bit cautious. "So nice to finally meet the little h-friend, my girl's been talking about! I'm Tazer, Abigale's mom."

The older imp held out a hand for Cyra, who hesitantly shook it. "N-nice to meet you m-ma'am. I'm Cyra."

"Oh, I know sweetie." Tazer chuckled in amusement. "Honestly, you're all my Abby can talk about these days."

Abigale's face turned redder in embarrassment over her mother's words. "Wha-MOM! You promised you wouldn't tell her stuff like that!"

"She pretty much burst up, the moment she found out you were finally coming over. You should've seen her reaction after the call."

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Oh, my little ram was practically jumping across the walls, squealing with excitement for the whole day. Took me and Avril 4 hours to finally get her to calm down, with how giddy she was the days leading up to today. Managed to capture most of it on video, if you wanna watch."

"STAAAAAAAAHP!" Abigale moaned, looking like she was seconds away from dying of embarrassment. Cyra didn't know whether to laugh at the image or blush uncontrollably at the thought that her friend was that exhilarated to have her come over. But regardless, Tazer didn't seem all that bad; certainly not as bad as the hellpup worried.

"Alright, alright, no more teasing hence forth…for now. Come on, let's get home. Don't want to keep your ma waiting," Tazer chuckled lightly, as she went inside her nearby car, the still embarrassed Abigale and Cyra following inside shortly after.

It took them a long while, almost thirty minutes, to arrive at Abigale's home. Cyra examined it and couldn't help but be a little impressed by it. For a house in Imp City, it was kinda nice; so were most of the houses throughout the street; it was as if it was from the good (or at least less terrible) side of town. The house was clean, well kept, looked expensive and lively, well beyond anything Blitzo and co. could afford; it even seemed to have a small grass backyard and it was a few blocks away from some grocery stores and an Hellevator Station.

"Well, here we are." Tazer gestured to their home, as the kids stepped inside the roomy interior; much like the outside, the inside was larger, cleaner, and nicer than most of the few homes she had seen in her life; especially compared to her own home with Mr. Blitz & Loona.
"I better get dinner ready. Abby, why don't you show Cyra, around the house?" The older imp suggested. "Maybe introduce her to your ma? She should be working in the living room. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen."

"Oh, right! Come on, Cyra! I'll show you ma," The two girls ran off, Taser watching them go, as she went into the kitchen. The pair of them went to the living room. There sitting by the table, a small pile of medical files surrounding her, was another female imp. She was around Tazer's age, but a bit older and much shorter. Around the same height as Millie but a shape similar to Moxxie. Dressed up in white trousers, a grey tank top, and a loose yellow blouse; her black hair was tied in a clean bun, she was wearing a pair of square-shaped glasses, her eyes were baggy from work, and had horns & freckles matching Abigale's. Laying lazily beside her on the couch, was a white coat and some blue scrubs.

Upon spotting her, Abby smiled as she called out. "Hey Ma, I'm home!"

The imp looked up from her files and managed a tired but happy smile as she watched her daughter walk up to her, with Cyra slowly following behind her. "Abigale! It's so good to see you, my girl," Avril gave her daughter a small head rub, once she was near enough. She had a similar accent to Abigale's, though her's was slightly more cultured. "Did you have a good at school? You didn't get into another fight again did you?"

Abby couldn't help but roll her eyes. "No Ma, no fights." She shook her mother's hand off her head and then went to introduce Cyra. "Anyway, Cyra this is my Ma! Ma, this is my bestie Cyra!"

"H-hi!" Cyra waved weakly at the maternal imp. Looking at the hellpup Avril didn't respond at first; then she began narrowing her eyes and leaning towards her, much to the worry of Abby & the hellpup. Cyra gulped nervously after the tense stare of the imp, not knowing what she might do.

"You've got a spitball."

"Huh?" Cyra blinked, her fear turning into confusion. The imp reached into her hair right behind her left ear and pulled a small, wet, squishy ball of paper out. "Ewwww. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew ew!" The hellpup cringed in disgust, while Abby's ma casually flicked it away from her.

The older woman sighed disappointed, "Children can be so cruel…but let's not dwell on that now." She smiled brightly at Cyra any trance of tensity gone. "It's delightful to finally meet you Cyra. I'm Abigale's mother, Avril. Thank you for putting up with my little dust devil. I trust she hasn't been getting you into too much trouble? At least, not anymore more than she's usually up to."

The hellpup very quickly warmed up to Avril's kind tone; she seemed very friendly, but not overly so like Millie or Abigale could sometimes, she wasn't too touchy around her either and seemed not to care at all that she was a hellhound. The last part alone brightened Cyra's mood. "N-no, ma'am. No trouble at all…" she stuttered bashfully, over Abigale's slightly annoyed eye-roll.

"Glad to hear it." Avril nodded happily, before turning back to one of her files. "Well, I shouldn't keep you from enjoying your visit. You girls go and enjoy yourselves. Dinner should be ready in a few hours, and I or Tazer will call on you when it's done. Now go off and have fun."

"You got it ma!" Abby said, taking Cyra's hand and quickly leading her away from the living room. "Come on Cyra, let's go to my room next! We can check out the new shooter game I got for my birthday!"

From the outside looking in, it was a seemingly peaceful night at Franciso È Italiano. The waiters were all busy at work taking orders and cleaning tables, while the chefs were preparing delicious meals that would soon be devoured by their patrons. No one would've suspected that tonight, the customers were largely made up of some of the most dangerous gangs in the city.

And even less so, that four demons were hiding in plain sight, ready to take to kill said gangs at any moment. One of them, wearing a waiter's outfit, a large handlebar mustache, and a fake blond wig, had just finished serving the tables of the head mob; he walked into the kitchen, not noticing he had stepped on a wire, and once he was out of hearing distance, the waiter placed two fingers on his earplugs: "Gaston Webber here. Just delivered the Sloopy Pasta to the don and his men. Everyone in position?"

"Calamity Jane here. Cameras are down and security's sleeping with the fishies."

"Secretariat here, with the spaghetti cooking and the guns a loading!"

"Loona here. Doesn't look like any-"

"Um, I thought we all agreed to stick to codenames, AKELA!" Moxxie muttered irritated.

"No one gives two shits about codenames fatty. Least of all the tubs of fun, we're about to kill off."

"It's standard professionalism Akela!" Moxxie insisted, moving on to rendezvous with Blitzo. "The fewer people who end up learning about us the better. We're already cutting it too close with-"

"Oh lay off my daughter Webster. I don't want you ruining her first new mission on the field with your whining."

Moxxie sighed in defeat and muttered: "Alright fine, no more codenames. Just stick to the plan, and make sure no one recognises us."

"Don't give that back sass, you stupid little troll! You have no appreciation for how hard my Loonie works."

Moxxie blinked confused, by the sudden accusation. "Wha? Sir, I wasn't sassing Loona. If anything I-"

"Ugh, figures you'd bring that up! Look it was your own damn fault, you couldn't remember to pack the bazooka. Next time, load your weapons in advance."

"…uh, you okay there Blitz?"

"Shit, is he having a stroke? What the fuck is wrong with you Blitz?"

By now, everyone was completely bewildered by the nonsense Blitzo was saying; Moxxie especially was starting to get worried. "Okay, everyone stay in position for now. I'm going to check on Blitz and see what's wrong."

"Now Moxxie, just because you can't give Millie a decent tongue bath, that's no excuse to be unprofessional at work."

Pushing past the various cooking tables and trays, Moxxie made his way over to where Blitzo was supposed to be staying…only to find him replaced by a large, cheap imp plush doll that barely looked anything like their boss, dressed in a chef's outfit with a tape recorder underneath its apron.

"Moxxie, if you've discovered I'm gone by now, you should probably fetch Millie & Loona and get the fuck outta here within the next 3 minutes. I'm gonna go get Cyra out of that Amy cunt's house before things turn to shit. Don't worry about the job, I went to this place yesterday night and armed a bunch of my pussy destroyers underneath the restaurant, that are set to go off at exactly 2 minutes and 19 seconds from now, and blow this place Sky High; that should take care of everything. If you still haven't discovered I'm gone, please flip the tape over to side B. Thanks!"

Moxxie exploded. "OH, THAT MOTHER-"

"FUCKER!" exclaimed a skinny delivery imp, as he dropped a small package at the foot of a concrete house. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he turned to his partner exhausted. "That's it! I ain't carrying this fat load another step! Let's just leave the damn box here and let'em deal with it."

His partner, a much more robust imp scratched his head nervously. "Aww geez, I don't know. I mean, is this even the right house? What if somebody tries to steal it? I mean, we are postal service, so shouldn't we make sure folks get their packages?"

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds…before bursting into a loud fit of laughter. "Hahahaha, good one dude! For a second there, I thought you were actually trying to be a halfway decent postman for once.!"

The two of them drove off in their van, still laughing their socks off; and once it was gone, something stirred inside of the package. A knife burst out through one end of the top and slowly sliced through the tape, after which an imp emerged through the top. Blitzo grinned triumphantly at his deception. He knew his old circus contortion tricks would come in handy one day. But man, was he out of practice. "Still…got it," he groaned in discomfort as he stretched and cracked his joints back into place. Then turning to the concrete house he scowled in determination. "Hand in there Cyri. Daddy's coming."

He ran into the building, drew out his flintlock, and kicked down the door. "ALRIGHT YOU DOGSUCKING HAGS, YOU BETTER-"

He stopped midsentence, upon finding not any female imps or even a hellpup. But rather a large, fat, balding male imp in the middle of cutting his fingernails. The pair just looked at each other awkwardly, before the larger one pulled out a shotgun from behind his back and yelled: "GIT OUTTA MAH HOUSE!"

"SHITSHITSHIT! WRONG HOUSE! WRONG HOUSE!" Blitzo frantically dodged the buckshot rounds, taking cover inside a nearby trash can. Once the shots finally stopped, the imp crawled out covered in garbage. "Fucking lazy post service! That's the last time I buy anything online." Blitzo reached for his phone to find the right address, only to grumble in annoyance as it had been destroyed by one of the bullets. "Great, guess we're doing this the hard way." He tried again with the neighboring house…only to be chased out the front door by an army of queefs and a middle-aged female imp.

"Come on Cyra! We're losing the game here! You gotta hit the other guys!" Abigale shouted single-mindedly focused on the screen.

"I-I-I'm trying! T-this is w-way h-harder than it looks!" Cyra cried frantically, smashing various buttons, trying and failing to kill the enemy team.

After giving the hellpup a quick tour of the house, Abigale and her friend had spent an hour or so in the imp's room; they played with her action figures, Abby showed Cyra some of her comics and book and finally spent almost an hour and a half playing through Abby's library of video games. Currently, they were in the midst of a tense First Person shooter game, and no matter how hard the poor hellpup tried, she just couldn't seem to shoot any of the opponents. It didn't matter if she was using a regular gun or even a sniper rifle, all her shots ended up being misses. Which was starting to cost them, as her missing a shot, allowed the opposite team to shoot down her & Abigale and win the round.

"Fucking damn it!" The imp girl shouted, throwing her controller to the ground, flailing her arms, and stomping her hooves in frustration. "I can't believe I lost that round! And to that group of noobs! Ugh, they're never going to let me live that down."

Abigale stopped her tantrum when she heard a small whimper from Cyra. Turning to her, the imp was shocked to find the hellpup with her ears hanging low in shame, who looked like she was almost on the verge of crying. "S-sorry. I-I-I'm so sorry we lost. I tried. I really tried. It…it was just so hard."

Abby realizing she had upset Cyra, immediately pushed her anger to the side and did her best to comfort her friend. "Oh shit, no nonono, Cyra it's okay." The imp slowly patted Cyra on her back, which while not enough to cheer her up, did manage to make the hellpup turn to her friend. Abby put on a small smile and apologise: "I'm really, really super sorry for getting mad. I swear I wasn't angry at you, I was just being stupid again. The game was lame anyway. No big, honest." Picking up her controller, Abby quit the FPS and selected a different game from her digital library. "Hey, let's try something else! I mean those dumb shooter games are all the same anyway. How about this one? I just got the latest Undead Bloodshed!"

"I-I don't know…" Cyra sighed softly.

"Come on, you'll love this one! Promise. There's no shooting or guns, just people punching each other. Anyone can do that. Trust me, you'll love this one," Abigale insisted, hoping this might cheer her up.

"…Well, I guess I can g-give it a try," Cyra muttered, cautiously joining in. Thankfully, the hellpup was much better at the fighting game than the FPS, even managing to win a few rounds, despite having never played it before. It didn't take long before the hellpup brightened up again, and started to feel better, finding the fighting game much easier to get into. Abby still won most of the fights, but they were evenly matched and Cyra was just happy to finally play with her best friend in her house. Now, if only she could convince Mr. Blitz to let them do this more often. Maybe, even invite Abigale to their home.

Focused mostly on the game, the room soon fell quiet besides the various sound effects from the game, and an occasional cheer of victory or cry of defeat; the latter mostly coming from Abigale, the imp letting out a particularly loud one when Cyra had managed to get a brutal finishing move on her character. It got to the point, where the hellpup was asking if she should try and lose for her.

"What? No way! It's no fun if you don't go all out on me!" Abigale insisted happily, as she cooled down and picked another character. "And, I'm just happy to finally get to play with you. It's about time your dumb dad, let you come over."

"C-come on, Abby. Please be nice?" Cyra asked as the next round started up. "Mr. Blitz isn't always nice but he isn't dumb…I-I think. Well, h-he's not as bad as you say."

Abigale just snorted: "Cyra, I like you and all, but your dad's a serious asshole jerk pants! I mean, I'm always taking care of your bullies, but he treats ME like I'm the bad guy! It's not fair!"

"Yeah…" Cyra sighed sadly at her friend's disappointment, her ears dropping as she thought about her caretaker. She cared about him deeply, he was usually really nice to her, and couldn't be more thankful for him when he adopted her, but there was stuff about him that she didn't know how to feel about; like the fact, that he was always drawing over all the pictures of himself or the fact he always wanted to fight everyone. It weirded her out a lot of the time. "I'm sorry. I'm t-trying to get him to like you but, Mr. Blitz is just…weird sometimes."

"Hey, how come you call him Mr. Blitz all the time instead of dad? I mean, I know he adopted you, but he IS still your dad right?" Abigale asked innocently.

The imp girl hadn't meant anything by it, just wanting to understand what was to her a confusing situation, but at the mention of the word "dad" Cyra didn't take it too well. Dropping her controller, she hugged herself, ears falling lower, her tail didn't budge and she whimpered, bad memories threatening to form. "…I don't wanna talk about it. C-can…can we not talk about it?"

Abigale looked at her in surprise, not expecting this reaction. "Okay," Abby quickly with a nod, "We don't have to talk about anything, you don't wanna," she added giving Cyra a small rub on her back, which helped to calm her down. After that, they slipped into another long, painfully awkward silence, with Abby sending a few worried glances at her friend, before finally saying something else, to try and change the subject. "So…you wanna tell me, where you got that spitball?"

Cyra blinked surprised by the sudden question, "Wha-I-I-I d-d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about…" She attempted to lie, which also caused her to stammer much more than usual, despite knowing full well her friend wouldn't buy it. She shuffled nervously for a few seconds before sighing: "Okay, I-I think it's probably someone or a few from my class…but, I don't really know which one?"

"Cyra, this is like the 12th one you've had this week!" Abby frowned. "Isn't your teacher doing anything about it? I mean, I've heard she's pretty hardcore. Didn't she once cut off someone's hand, hands, for trying to pass a cheat during a test?" The imp girl shuddered in fear, at the thought of the hellpup's teacher.

"Actually, Mrs. Mayberry just broke three of their fingers. She's usually really sweet but…she can be scary sometimes," Cyra said shuddering as well, before looking down dispirited. "That's why I don't know who it is. Everyone in my class is way too scared to try anything, while she's around, so they do it during breaks and whenever she's out. I wish you were in my class, Abby; then Ms. Mayberry's class would be even better! And I probably wouldn't have to worry about those jerks all the time."

"Yeah, me too," Abby muttered quietly when a sudden idea flashed in her mind. Turning to the hellpup, the small Wrath imp girl beamed. "Hey, how 'bout I-"

"GIRLS! Dinner's ready!"

"Coming!" Abigale called out to Avril. With the idea temporarily pushed to the side, the girls turned off the game before heading to the kitchen. Neither of them knew, that four blocks over, a certain bald imp was trying to fight off the large burly imp whose house he had just broken into.

"S-so, I was wondering…" began Cyra nervously, as she looked over to Abigale's moms; the four of them were at the kitchen table, enjoying a quiet meatloaf dinner when the hellhound broke the silence. "I-i-i mean, if you don't mind me asking, h-how did you get Abigale? W-was she a-adopted too?"

"Surrogate situation, actually," Tazer corrected casually. "Avril was the carrier."

"…Huh?" asked Cyra, confused by the unfamiliar words.

"We can explain after dinner," said Avril. "All you need to know is that our sweet little Abigale is not adopted. I had to carry her around for nine months, with the help of my wife's brother. And I still have the back pains and stretch marks to prove it."

"Yeah, needless to say, next time, I'll be the one carrying the baby," Tazer said, with a nervous chuckle. Cyra didn't fully get it, but that didn't stop a small giggle from escaping her mouth.

"So Cyra, how are you liking your stay so far? I hope it's comforting?" Avril asked the hellpup, taking a drink of water.

"Yeah! It's been really great so far. You have a nice house, Mrs. Avril," Cyra answered kindly. "It's a lot nicer, than I thought it would be." She then paled, upon hearing her own words. "Oh my goodness! I-I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to be rude-"

"No, no, no don't worry. We understand what you were saying," Avril assured her.

"And thank you Cyra," Tazer said kindly. "We've worked really hard, to make sure Abby could grow up in the best home possible, and I think we're all happy for it."

"Yes, Satan knows I didn't give up the family farm, practically get disowned by my own father, spend 12 years at Marbas medical school and nearly go homeless from student debt, to live in an overly high rent, one-room apartment," Avril muttered exhausted.

"M-medical school?" Cyra repeated slowly. "Is that a place where you learn about doctor stuff?"

"That's correct," Avril nodded in confirmation. "You don't become a doctor, just by being pretty after all…certainly not if you're an imp from Wrath. I barely even got accepted in that place, even with my aced grades and hard work. Remember to study kids, it's how you get by better in life."

"Ugh, I know ma," Abigale groaned annoyed, knowing she was mostly referring to her.

"Wow, you're a doctor? That's cool!" Cyra said amazed. "So, what do you do?"

"Well, it depends on the day and patients I get," Avril began to explain. "Usually I treat hellborn, both kids like yourselves and grown-ups, for small matters like whenever they get sick or have broken a limb, but sometimes, I take care of ones who require much more serious help."

"That's actually how we first met," Tazer interjected. "I nearly broke every bone in my body, trying to carry my sister's grand piano up to her room. They had to take me to Avril's hospital for immediate treatment. The moment I saw her wrapping my arms, legs, and most of my body in that doctor's cloth, I couldn't believe such an adorably cute and smart woman was treating me. I asked her out right then and there!"

Avril chuckled very awkwardly at her wife's enthusiastic story. "Yes…needless to say, it made the rest of the session very, very uncomfortable.… I had to turn her down, the last thing I wanted was a scandal to jeopardize the career I worked years to achieve; but I ended up having to treat her several more times, until I decided to take her out for coffee just once, outside of work hours to give her a break. Somehow, she managed to warm up to me and 3 years later, we were married."

"Awww, that's so sweet," Cyra cooed, while Abby gagged in disgust, as the hellpup turned to Tazer. "So, what about you, Mrs. Tazer? Do you have a job?"

"Well, sometimes I work with my mom as Hellevator Security, but usually I stay at home, to make sure Abby's okay while my sweet, beautiful, hardworking Avie does the day and late night shifts." Tazer reached over and wrapped her smaller wife in a one-armed hug.

Once they broke up, Avril turned to Cyra curiously. "Speaking of which, I think Abigale once mentioned, that your dad is a bit of an ambitious sort too; CEO of his own independent company. Is that true? What kind of company is it?"

"Y-yeah. He, my big sister Loona and some of Mr. Blitz's friends have a job, where they go to the living world and k-kill people," Cyra answered bashfully.

"Really? Well, that's really impressive," Avril complimented. "It's incredibly rare for imps to successfully own their own businesses. Your father must be a very clever and talented fellow," Avril complimented.

"He's a pain in the ass douche, is what he is," Abby muttered loudly, pouting angrily at the mention of Blitzo.

"Abigale Winifred Sinclair!" Avril exclaimed, furious.

"What?! He totally is! He never lets Cyra hang out with me after school and treats me like shit, even though I'm the one who keeps her bullies away!" Abigale cried out frustrated.

"He's just being overprotective. Hellhounds rarely go to school and he's probably just worried about her. Especially with how overly violent the other kids and sometimes even you can. When he arrives to pick up Cyra, I'll have a talk with him and see if we can't sort things out," Avril said, narrowing her eyes at Abigale. "And besides, that's no excuse for you to insult someone's father in front of them. Now apologize to Cyra."

"…Fine," Abby pouted but still turned to Cyra and tried to look apologetic. "I'm…sorry, I made fun of your dad, Cyra."

"It's fine, I understand," Cyra accepted. "I promise, he'll get better soon!"

"Yeah, right…" Abigale muttered.

"YYYYAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH!"

Everyone at the table jumped in surprise, at the sudden loud shriek that came just outside.

"What on Hell was that?" Avril asked, turning to Tazer. "Do you think someone died?"

"I don't know, but it kinda sounded like a grown imp, being forced to jump out of a window, while his suit was on fire, being chased by Mr. Cauldron, and accidentally landing butt first on a beartrap," Tazer said casually.

"Well…that's unusually specific…" Avril responded. Dinner returned to mostly pleasant quiet after that.

Once dinner was done, Cyra had thought they'd go back to Abigale's room; only for her friend to instead drag her outside to their garden. It was a spacious patch of grass and dirt, with little room for any trees or plants bigger than a small bush, but enough for four people to be at the same time. Currently, the grass was littered with various sports and exercise equipment for children, and even a little punching bag a few feet away from the door.

"Wow! This is a really pretty garden you have Abby!" Cyra said as she stepped outside, admiring the view.

"Thbbpt. This is nothing. You should see my grandpa's farm! It's like a hundred or a thousand times bigger than this! And, it's got lots of animals and food too," Abigale dismissed after blowing a tiny raspberry.

"Well, I still think it's pretty. We don't have a garden, where we live, but I'd like one though," Cyra said. Turning to the equipment strewn across the place. "Hey, is this all your stuff?"

"Yep! It's how I keep myself big and strong!" Abigale declared as she flex her arms, showing off her tiny muscles, with a proud smile. "Gotta be in tip-top shape if I'm gonna win the Pain Games!"

"The what?"

"The Pain Games!" Abigale repeated, before excitedly explaining further. "It's this awesome, hardcore competition they hold during the Harvest Moon Festivals in Wrath. Imps from all around the ring and the rest of Hell compete to the meanest, strongest, most bloody fucking badass of them all! Ma's finally letting me compete this year; we're going to be staying with Grandpa and the rest of Ma's family at her old farm; there I'm gonna enter the Pain Games and win all of it!"

"Woah! Really?"

"…Well, technically I'm going to win the Junior division, they have one day earlier," Abigale admitted a little embarrassed. "B-but someday, when I'm bigger, stronger, and even more badass, I'm gonna win the real deal too!"

"Wow…that sounds cool, but also really dangerous. Are you sure, you're gonna be okay? It sounds like you could get hurt during this…" Cyra asked very worriedly for her friend. Despite how strong her friend could be, this sounded a bit too much for her.

Abigale just rolled her eyes, annoyed by her friend's concerns. "Ugh, now you're sounding like my parents. Will you relax? I can handle any chumps who try to fight me. I'm gonna win it remember? And I've been training for this, for like forever!"

"O-okay. If…if you say so…" Cyra murmured, trying to sound supportive, despite still not being quite convinced by her friend's argument.

Abigale just shook off her annoyance and instead smiled brightly at Cyra. "Well anyway, the reason I brought you here, is because I'm gonna teach you how to fight!"

"W-W-W-WH-WHAT?!" The hellpup squeaked in shock, her jaw open, nearly falling to the ground by what Abby has suddenly said.

"You heard me, you're going to learn how to fight!" Abigale repeated confidently, as she speed up right in front of the hellpup's face, thrilled about the idea. "That way, when I'm not there to protect you from bullies, you'll be able to kick their butts yourself! It'd be perfect!"

But while the tiny wrath imp was ecstatic about the idea, Cyra didn't exactly share her friends' enthusiasm. "I-I-I don't know if that's a good idea, Abby," she muttered nervously.

Abigale looked a little dumbfounded by what the hellpup had just said. "What are you talking about? Of course, it's a good idea!" She insisted stubbornly. "I mean, what if I'm sick at home one day while you're in school? Every jerk in your class and beyond would pretty much be free to do whatever they wanted to you. You'd be totally defenseless!" The imp briefly stopped her passionate talk, realizing what she had said, and sheepishly apologized: "No offense."

The hellpup awkwardly shrugged, to show it was fine, at which point the imp girl continued. "But, if you knew how to fight better, you could take care of all of them without me. They'd never try anything with you, ever again, after that! Plus, you'd be even cooler than you already are!"

Cyra could tell her friend was really into the idea. She hadn't seen her get this thrilled, since the time they first met. And she had to admit, the idea did sound a little appealing to her. "I guess…" She considered it briefly but then shook the thought away. "…b-but I'm not good at all that fighting stuff."

"That's why I'll be teaching you! It'll be fun. I promise, I won't try and hurt you or anything," Abby said back.

"But…I don know if I wanna hurt anyone," Cyra admitted shyly.

Abigale looked flabbergasted as if she had just grown another head. It took her a moment to finally respond: "…Wha-are you kidding me? We're in HELL, for fucking crying out loud! Everyone's always hurting someone, and most of the time, the only thing to do is hurt them back! You're already half as big as the rest of your class! You could take'em all down easy if you wanted! I mean, doesn't your dad kill people with his friends and your cool big sister? They must've taught you something!"

"N-not really. I mean, Mr. Blitz has been trying to give me a weapon, but Mr. Moxxie's always keeping him from it." Cyra responded, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. "And it's probably not a good idea anyway… every time I try to fight, I get into trouble. I'm always the one who gets blamed for it, not the bullies. This will only make things worse."

"I guess…but it's gotta be better than nothing. And besides, it'll still be worth it once they see how tough you really are. Come on! Aren't you tired of constantly being bullied by almost everyone at school?" Abigale looked pleadingly at Cyra, clearly worried about her.

"…of course I am," Cyra muttered sadly, looking at the ground, still unsure about Abigale's suggestion.

Abigale frowned disappointed at her friend's reluctance. "Please? I just wanna make sure, you'll be okay if I can't help you; I don't like thinking about my bestie getting hurt. Look, just let me show you how to punch someone. Okay? If you're lucky, you probably won't ever have to use it. Just let me do that."

Reluctantly, she agreed. "Fine. But, Just the punch stuff."

And just like that Abigale was right back to being excited and happy. "YES! YES! Thank you so much. I promise you won't regret this." She cheered ecstatically, wrapping Cyra in a tight bear hug, despite their difference in size. Cyra just stood there blushing, before Abby finally let go and quietly said: "Oh, and uh…don't tell my parents about this, okay? Mom's been worried that you might hurt me, even though I know you would never on purpose, and Ma would probably ground me if she found out about this."

Once Cyra agreed, Abby stepped back a few paces and held out her arms. "Alrighty, first thing's first! Make a fist and get into the right stance. Like this!" Abigale demonstrated this by balling up her fists and getting into a boxer pose.

Hesitantly Cyra nodded and tried to mimic her friend's position. Compared to the imp, it was much more awkward and unbalanced, something Abby picked up immediately. "Eh, not bad…but needs a lot of work." Cyra couldn't get an apology out, as the imp girl had already gone to work, grabbing a hold of her fist. "First of all, if you tug your thumb inside your fist, you're gonna break it. Believe me, I know…instead, try to keep it between your index & middle finger." She carefully moved the finger into position, the hellpup doing the same for her other hand. After which, Abigale began going over the rest of Cyra's form. "Also, don't stiffen your shoulders too much, and try to plant your feet real firmly on the ground; remember to keep your dominant hand in the back and your knees bent."

Abigale zipped around Cyra, moving her body into a perfect boxer's position. All the while Cyra was left a flustered statue, with the imp being so close to her and rearranging her limbs properly. She was already nervous about learning to fight, but having her body moves around like this was making her more uneasy.

Finally, Cyra was in a position, satisfying enough for Abby, the imp girl walking in front of her, with her open palms raised. "Alright. Now, try to hit my arm."

"Uhh…are you sure?" Cyra asked, hesitation dripping from her voice.

"Of course I am!" Abigale insisted. "Come on! Give me your best shot!"

Cyra reluctantly threw a punch at Abigale's palm. It was slow, sloppy, and weak. "Come on Cyra, you can do better. Try again, but harder."

"B-but, I-I don't wanna hurt you," Cyra whimpered.

"Don't worry, I can take it!" Abigale kept saying. "Now come on, punch again." Cyra threw another punch. This one was faster but still not too powerful. "Again." A little faster and stronger, but still flimsy. "Again." Same speed and strength, more accurate. "Hit me with everything you-"

WHACK!

Cyra's fist came flying at her, missing Abigale's palm but landing square on her face. The imp was sent flying back by the full force of the blow, tumbling across the grass.

Cyra gasped in horror at what she had done. She ran to her friend, tears starting to spill as a terrified and guilty expression came onto her face, and began to cry. "O-oh my g-gosh! A-A-Abby, are-are you o-okay? I-I-I'm s-sorry! I-I d-didn't mean to hit you s-s-so h-hard. T-t-this is all…"

But to her surprise, Abigale was laughing loudly as the small wrath imp climbed herself back onto her feet looking at Cyra with pride. "Are you kidding?" Abby exclaimed, after spitting out a baby tooth, grabbing the hellpup by the shoulders in excitement. "THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! I always figured you'd be strong, but damn that was a wicked punch."

The hellpup blinked in surprise but shook her thoughts away, guilt still weighing her down. "But…but, I hurt you! That's not okay."

"Oh please, it's not the first time I've been decked in the face. And look, I even lost a tooth. I bet the Fang Sprite will get me a big knife for this one!" Abigale dismissed her worries, showing her the new tooth that had fallen out of her mouth. The imp smiled confidently at Cyra, as she looked at her. "You did great Cy! And once I teach you some more moves, you'll be a total badass! Trust me! You're gonna be the most awesomest hellhound in Hell."

Cyra didn't say a word, as she just looked at her best friend who gave her an excited and proud smile. As she kept on looking at it, her guilt and worried began to melt. The hellpup was still unsure about the idea, but after seeing firsthand how strong she was, and with all of Abigale's praise, a small smile began to cross her lips, as she started seriously thinking about the idea. Maybe, this wasn't so bad after all.

The moment was suddenly ruined, by a sound coming from Abigale's neighboring house. Turning to the source, they could both see a figure; with a beartrap on his tail and horn, struggling to climb over the wall between the two houses. As they finally crossed over, clumsily landing on their feet, both of them immediately recognized the figure.

"M-Mr. Blitz?"

Standing there was a very tried, extremely filthy, concernedly sweaty, covered in scratches, his suit burned but still determined Blitzo, currently taking a series of long and exhausting pants. "Ffffffucking finally!" He stepped towards them with a tired wobble as he weakly raised his flintlock. "Okay…Okay. You bitches bbbbetter gibe me back my-" midsentence he tripped over a dumbbell and faceplanted on the ground.

The two girls looked at him, still processing what had just happened.

"S-should…should we, get your moms?"

"…yeah, probably."

Blitzo could do little but grumble and whine in pain, as Avril cleaned his fresh scratches with a disinfectant cloth. The small imp expertly treated the imp's minor wounds, her wife doing her best to clean up his clothes, all the while muttering annoyed at the immaturity of her patient, who insisted she give him more painkillers and plaster than was needed. Any admiration she might've had for Blitzo had seemingly been dashed, judging from the things she muttered under her breath, like: "How does a manchild like him, become a CEO?" and "I swear, I've treated toddlers who were less hysterical than you."

"Hey, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to get a lollipop!" Blitzo called out, getting the desired confectionery thrown into his eye, courtesy of Abigale. "Thanks."

The imp girl just glared at him and flipped the finger, while the tall imp began sucking on the lollipop, flipping his own finger back at her. Cyra, stood beside her friend, looking very uncomfortable with the situation. "I-I'm s-s-so sorry about this Mrs. Avril. I promise, Mr. Blitzo isn't always like this, he just takes a while to warm up to other people," The hellpup cried trying to defuse things and apologize, on her father's behalf.

"Oh, don't worry Cyra. I'm sure your dad will warm up to us in no time," Tazer assured her, as she approached Blitzo with his coat, now mostly clean and patched up. "I have to admit, this is not at all how I expected to meet Cyra's father. But, it's nice to finally make your acquaintance. I'm Tazer. You're daughter's a really sweet pup. You must be so proud."

Tazer handed him his coat, then held out a hand for the imp, who glared at it for a long while, before sharking it with a sneer. "Name's Blitzø, the O is silent. Now, listen up toots, you may think you got me all wrapped around your finger with your cutesy-wutesy Mr. Rogers routine BS, but I know your long game. And I've got news for you lady." He leaned in close and began whispering to her. "I'm always watching. And the second you step out of line, I'm coming to coming over to fuck every hole you, your wife, and your kid have got. And then, I'm gonna just keep making more holes to fuck, until there's nothing left but your riddled corpses filed with blood and semen." He said all of that with deathly terrifying quiet and seriousness. Like the threat, a serial killer would make to their victim.

"HA! Hahaha, oh Blitz you little jokester; you know you should really consider a career in comedy if the whole assassination thing doesn't work. I just know this'll be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Tazer laughed seemingly not the least bit nervous; almost as if she hadn't heard a word that Blitzo had said, which only made him more pissed.

Ding-Dong!

"I'll get it!" Tazer said as she opened the front door; revealing three very irritated guests.

"Yes, we're here to collect our idiot," said a seething Moxxie, his suit now stained with blood and sweat, hair a mess, bruises covering his body, and smoke radiating off of him. Besides him stood Millie & Loona, both of whom looked equally battered up and annoyed.

"Moxxie! Millie! Loonie! I knew you guys would've made it out alive! Come on in, and say hi to the folks, before we head out," Blitzo waved them in casually, seemingly not too bothered by the state of his coworkers. All three of them glared at Blitzo, while Tazer lead them inside. "So, I take it the big hit went well?"

"Why yes sir, the hit was successful…AFTER I HAD TO DEFUSE THE HIDDEN BOMBS YOU PLANTED, AND WE HAD TO COMPLETELY IMPROVISE THROUGH THE REST OF IT, BARLEY MAKING IT OUT ALIVE BECAUSE YOU'RE A PARANOID ASSHOLE WHO THREW YOUR OWN PLAN OUT THE WINDOW TO SPY ON YOUR DAUGHTER!"

Moxxie's screams had caused everyone in the room to clutch their ears in pain. Blitzo grumbled annoyed, as he removes his hands: "Sweet buttery fuck Moxx, you could wake up a coked-out sloth demon with your whining. And I should know. I literally had to fist through plenty in my time." His comment made almost everyone present wince in disgust, while he just hugged the three of them in support. "Besides, the important thing is, you all made it out fine. I'm gonna call that a win in my book."

Moxxie seethed under Blitzo's nonchalance, looking like he was seconds away from strangling him when Avril approached him with a wet cleaning cloth. "Well, since you're here, would you like me to clean your and your partner's wounds?" The male imp gave a small "Yes, please," prompting the fellow Wrath imp to begin cleaning up his & Millie's bruises. As she did, Avril turned to Moxxie. "So, just between us, your boss…is he always so-

"Angry? Distrusting? Disgusting? Crude? Vulgar? Immature? Insane? Antagonistic? Reckless? Paranoid? Stupid?" Moxxie finished for her, the words easily coming out of his mouth. A very worried Avril hesitantly nodded, causing Moxxie to deadpan: "Would you believe me, if I said this is him on a good day?"

"Oh, come on Moxxie, Blitz ain't so bad once you get to know him," Millie interjected as Avril began to tend to her. "You get used to it…well, either that or he starts growing on you."

"We're still trying to figure out, which one it is," Moxxie sighed exhaustedly. Avril hummed in concern as she continued to clean the wounds.

Loona meanwhile, was leaning against the kitchen counter, typing away on her phone, ignoring the world around her…until she heard a loud and deep gasp coming from her side. It was Abigale, looking at the taller hellhound in awe. She had heard about Loona from Cyra at school and always wanted to meet her. So seeing her in person was like having her birthday and Krampusnacht on the same day. "What?" Loona sneered.

And like that, the small imp girl squeed in glee, much to the woman's surprise and annoyance. "OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYSATAN!" Abigale cheered, as she ran around her, examining her body with excitement. "I can't believe, I'm actually meeting a full-grown hellhound! You're Cyra's big sister right?! Loona? I'm Abigale, and hellhounds are so cool! And you are so cool! I mean, look at your legs! They're so strong and beefy. Oh please, can I let me see your teeth! I betcha you must've used'em to cave in the skull of like…10 guys. No, wait, 20! And those claws! They look so sharp and clean…" She grabbed Loona's free hand to take a better look before the older hellhound yanked it free from the child's arms.

"Get. The fuck away from me, before I rip out your throat!" Loona growled at the child.

"Hehe…sure thing," Abigale said backing, then ran up to Cyra overjoyed. "Oooooh, Cyra, your big sis just threatened me! I can't believe I got threatened by a grown-up hellhound! She's so COOOOOOL!"

"That's…great, Abby," Cyra laughed nervously.

"Well, it's been a real-time and a half catching up with you people-" Blitzo announced, jumping back to his feet, almost knocking Avril over, putting on his coat and walking towards Cyra and grabbing hold of her hand, "but, we've had a long day, and we don't wanna be rude, so we're just gonna pick up Cyri & I head back home now, okay? GREAT! Come on Cyra, it's time to leave. Now, say goodbye to everyone."

"B-but, I-okay," Cyra said weakly. The hellpup wanted to protest, but couldn't bring herself to refuse her father, and so weakly said: "G-goodbye, Abigale! And Mrs. Tazer. A-and Mrs. Avril. I hope we can see each other again."

"Of course! You and your family and friends can come by anytime!" Tazer exclaimed happily with a farewell wave.

"More so your friends, than family," Avril said, with a halfhearted smile.

"No, we can't! This was a one-time-only thing. It'll never happen again!" Blitzo strictly declared as he lead his daughters and coworkers outside. On his way, Blitzo turned to Tazer one last time, with a proud huff. "AND, I'll have you know my Cyra's the sweetest, cutest little hellpup there is and I couldn't be prouder if I tried! Isn't that right sweetheart?" Cyra didn't even get a chance to answer, before kissing her on the forehead. "Exactly! Okay, bye! Thanks, for not doing anything to Cyra. We'll never do this again!" he shouted as he slammed the door behind him. By this point, Abigale growled in fury, as she glared at the door.

The I.M.P. group walked towards teh company van parked outside, four of them desperate to get the day over with. "H-hey, Mr. Blitz. Are you sure, I Can't visit them again sometime?" Cyra asked almost beggingly, as Blitzo lead her towards the van.

"Cyra-"

"I-I-I know, what you're gonna say, but, I really don't think you wanna hurt me," Cyra kept on. "I mean, I was there for a whole day, and they never did anything. I-in f-fact, I kinda hurt them, w-when I punched A-Abigale in the face-"

"WAIT, YOU DID WHAT?!" Blitzo, and Moxxie, cried out in shock. Cyra squeaked and cowered her mouth in dread, as everyone, sans Loona, looked at her surprised, not believing someone like Cyra was even capable of something like that.

It was right at that moment, that Abigale kicked open the door and began marching toward Blitzo in defiance. "Hey, you old fart! I don't care what ya think about me, or my family. Cyra and I are totally going to do this again, yah hear? We're gonna hang out loads more and there's nothing you can-"

"Hey, Annie kid. Is it true you taught my kid, completely knocked you out with a punch?" Blitzo asked the young imp child.

The question, caught Abigale completely off guard, even managing to break apart her previous anger. After a confused blink, she answered: "Uh, yeah. I was teaching her how to fight, and she managed to hit me. Even, knocked out one of my teeth," she pulled her fallen tooth out of her pants pocket to prove it.

Blitzo grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Kick fucking ass!" Blitzo wrapped his daughter in a tight bear hug and began showering her with kisses, much to the hellpup's discomfort. "Cyra, you little slugger, I'm so PROUD!" Taking her head into his hands, he began grinning. "And if you can do that in one day, just imagine what kind of a badass you'll be, once you learn some more from that chick. You spend more time with her, and before you know it, you'll know all her moves. You'll probably be able to off her and her whole good-for-nothing family. And before you know it, you'll be killing every one of your assholes as school and killing people with us topside! Oh, can you even imagine?" Blitzo gushed happily at the thought.

Cyra blushed from the compliments. And then slowly realizing what this could mean, hopefully, asked: "S-so, does that mean Abigale a-and I can hang out after school some more? C-could this m-maybe not be a one-time-only thing? Please?"

The question made Blitzo hesitate. He considered the thought, as he felt everyone looking at him. Especially, Cyra's bright and wide puppy dog eyes and Moxxie's stern glare. Abigale was starting to brighten up at the sudden question, and even more so when she noticed Blitzo was thinking about it; she became almost giddy, which made Cyra equally so. "Well, if it means making my badass darling, even more badass, we-"

BEEEP!

"Hey, morons! Are we going home or what?!" Loona, who had long since gotten inside the van, shouted from the front seat, while she honked on the horn, having had more than enough of her day.

Blitzo took that as a cue to leave. "Let's talk about this later. Right now. I need my comfy couch and a stiff drink or twenty. As does everyone else." M&M agreed as everyone headed back into the van. Now in slightly better spirits than before. In particular with the kids, given that Blitzo had promised to talk to Cyra about it.

Before the van door closed, Cyra turned to Abigale one last time; the imp girl grinned widely, giving her a large farewell wave; and soon, Cyra smiled back hopeful, and gave her own smaller wave. If she was lucky, then the hellpup and Abby would definitely do this again.

Hope you all liked being introduced to Abigale's family. I'm still working on her moms, but I hope I've at least done a decent job at establishing some of their personalities. Obviously, there's still some work needed, but for now, I just wanted to give them a quick little overview of who they are and some of their background. But regardless, thanks for sticking with me.