"Mmm-hmm~ Hummm~ Hum~"

Delightful humming came from a Rotund green figure who is seen fishing on the water; his three eyes were closed as his wooden antlers resembling branches had a few cherry blossoms sprouting, a small candle-like green fire lit his miniscule wooden horn on the top of his head—He had a white beard on his lower jaw, his pair of eyes opened to reveal goat eyes while his third eye appeared to have vertical pupils instead.

"Hmm?"

The round demon tried pulling up his fishing rod to find… a shoe?

High heels to be exact but it was designed specifically for those with hooves, now he scanned around the polluted river of trash and toxic wastes of the Greed Ring as tunnels and pipes dumped endless glowing green ooze on the waterway. He rose up and waddled around the concrete ground until he found his shopping cart—he pushed the cart ahead, picking up miscellaneous items along the route. he still had the exquisite white shoe with a pink bow tie in his fingers as he inspected the dainty footwear.

"Hmm… I wonder how much does this sell for?"

From his peripheral vision, he saw bubbles from the distance? Bubbles? Bubbles… Bubbles! He sprinted as fast as he could despite his sluggish movements as his elephant legs dip the water until submerging his bloated belly to completely being swallowed up—he simply held his breath as he sank in deeper. As he suspected, a living body bag was flailing madly as their tail was tied to a concrete block by a chain. He waddled closer till grabbed the chain and simply yanking the block away—he pulled down and held the person then waddled back to the surface.

Once inhaling air, he gently planted the person on the concrete. He carefully removed the sack along the black horns with thin white lines—indicating it was a female imp. As he slowly lifts the sack to find an asleep dame, he figures that she is unconscious and decides to lean down on her lips. He hesitated for a bit but he matured up and dove in—giving her an essence of him and what would be their first contact. Once he leaned back, she started coughing out water.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

"Who? Where…"—She stared about, disoriented, her raven hair flowing smoothly despite its moisture, before her eyes widened.—"No! My son! Where's my son!?"

"Please rest for a bit, Madam!" His enormous palm gently held her back but she did not stop, instead she shook more wildly trying to untie her hands from her back.

"I need to find Moxxie! I can't leave him with that golden tooth prick!" Her eyes were teary with desperation but his superior strength did not budge her position.

"I'll untie you if you behave, alright?" His voice was deep but calming, the vibrations from his throat gave off familiarity.

She took her breath… then she let out… she inhaled… then exhaled… Once she was soothing down, his plump fingers wandered on her back and loosed the rope. She lifted her hands and stared at her freed limbs—twisting her forearms a bit before gazing up at the gentle giant.

"My large form may be intimidating but I assure you that you are safe here, my name is Nurgle."—The green obese demon smiled warmly—"What's yours, sweetheart?"


"Alright, alright you got this Mox. Don't mess this one up like the camp."

Moxxie reassures himself as he is yet again in front of another mansion, pulling up the picture of a decrepit old man in a gray suit as in "this guy should keel over by any sec" type old. It gave him a bit of deja vu from the whole "Old man CEO" vibes the last time they killed or at least the cherubs accidentally killed the target, Lyle. That Ars Goetia bird did seem a little off to him but what matters is that he should focus on the job.

He stepped up to the tall doors and pushed a crowbar between them, owing to the talent he learned in the Greed Ring, and then entered to be met by a huge area with some furniture shrouded in plastic coverings. As a chandelier hung from the ceiling, he strolled in to ascend the big stair at the opposite end of the room. When he got upstairs, he was confronted with another pair of tall doors.

"Okay… Just anoth—"

Bash!

The doors burst open as the imp tumbled down the stairway as Moxxie yelped out from each tumble, "Oof! Ah! Ooh! Ouch! Agh! Ugh! Ow my leg!"

The doors opened to reveal an old guy in a gray suit clutching a green boxy rifle that has a bayonet under the muzzle and a alongside a winged purple sheep hovering above as he was equipped with a blessed crossbow while Moxxie gripped the wounded limb in a fetal posture.

"This 'ere will be war, ass-hoe!" the old man yelled out with his golden dentures.

Collin was taken aback by the old man's words before turning to the elder, "Ar-Are you sure you wanna fight, mister Alice? As a Cherub, it is my job to keep you ali—"

"Timmy, shut your gay ass and let grandpa handle this 'ere robber," The elderly guy clutched the weapon shakily and directed it toward the injured imp down the stairway., "You dog's dick looking daemon! You finna eat this hoe!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"O-Oh shit!" As laser fire blew chunks away at the pristine stone, Moxxie dove behind the thick marble newel—Moxxie recklessly returned fire with a handgun towards the two—the geezer of the two miserably dove where his face kissed the spotless carpet.

"Ow damn it! Mah teeth are all busted!" The old man bellowed out as he was lying on his side while touching his shiny dentures, "Ah need my pharmacist!"

The cherub swooped to Moxxie's flank and began shooting down the Lord's Judgement on the imp—the hellborn fled to the plastic-covered sofa to protect himself. Collin hovered overhead and attempted to flap about, only for the imp to shoot back wildly in the direction of the angel, which Collin veered away from.

"W-Why are you here?! To fulfill your insidious work!?"

"Hey, I need to make my boss proud alright? Already messed up a few times and I need him to trust me on solos just for this once!"

"That's it?!" Collins expressed shocked dismay but gritted his flat teeth right after, "Are human lives so insignificant to you?!"

"Uuuh…" Moxxie peered out and slowly forming a nervous smile, "...Mmmaaaybe?"

Bolts flew past Moxxie's head as Collin kept the imp pinned down in overwatch—the grandpa, on the other hand, was now holding on to a walking aid and taking careful steps downstairs, which the cherub immediately noticed and made Collin turn around to assist the elder rather than suppressing Moxxie.

"Oh Mr. Alice, you need to call me for help before you go downstairs." Collin hurried worryingly as he held the walking aid.

"Timmy, I know what I am doing! I live here for… for…"—Alice started scratching his own head—"…for how long again?"

"Please heed my advice and rest in your bedroom for now while I deal with this." Collin pleaded as he made a praying gesture.

"nnnNo! Can't leave you again, sonny! Let Grandpa handle this one for ya!"

"That is not wise—"

"Here eat my stink bomb, ya daemon cocksuckah!" The grandpa flung a white object at the imp which landed on Moxxie's face right after the imp peeked, Moxxie sniffed for a second before realizing the warm and damp sensation that was on his face much to the imp's horror.

TATATATATA!

"YAAAAA!" The imp hitman screamed in pure horror as he frantically spray his Tec–9


Rows of tables were inhabited by imps dressed in tatters, soiled suits, fedoras, herringbone hats, and other clothing seen among the impoverished in the Greed Ring. The facility they're in has a large roof with fans running to keep them cool. Imps speak among themselves, some even laughing and enjoying each other's company. To feed their hungry appetites, they all got trays full of canned prepared items and bowls full of green steaming soup.

The kitchen was full of work, the Green Imps were smaller than the average indicating their immaturity as they giggled in their cooking, while in the midst of the organized chaos was a singular Red Imp Woman with a bloated womb chopping vegetables while wearing her roughen blue dress that bared; scratches, sewn patches on her skirt, and ragged overall but it did not stop her warm attitude she emits overall.

"Bubo, could you hand over the carrots?" The Red Imp woman kindly ordered.

"Of course, Mami!" a green rotund imp smaller than his mother cheerfully answered, he rolled across the kitchen floor as he picked up grease on his back.

"Hey! No rolling on the kitchen floor or my slipper will become your supper!" The pregnant mother screamed at her son.

"Y-Yes, Mami!" He immediately rolled back into walking as he sauntered to the counter, "Bactiah, I need your help!"

"Coming!" Upon calling out, a twin emerged from the counters but unlike him, this one had pink skin, "It's your turn to be the stool, Bubo!"

"Just watch the horns!" Bubo requested Much to Bubo's chagrin, the lass climbed over her greasy brother's back before balancing on his black and white horns, "Almooost…"

"Hurry up! My neck is getting stiff!"

Once she got the vegetables between her tiny hands, she yelled back under her, "Keep complaining, ladder boy and I'll fart!"

"Nice try but girls don't fart!" He then stuck his tongue out, "Bleeegh!"

Bactiah's smile formed devilishly as she ripped a loud one down under, letting his tongue feel the warmth as nauseating as it was, "You frick!"

"Language!" The Mother yelled out.

The chemical warfare caused her twin brother to cough profusely before she hopped out of his horns and ran towards her mother to present the vegetables which the red imp gently gripped before setting down the orange sticks on the cutting board and dicing them.

"Could you pass over your Papa's recaf?"

"Yes, Mami!" Bactiah cheerfully replied before hopping onto her brother—much to his ire—and climbing up the counter then grabbing the jar filled with brown grounds and handing it over to her mother, "There, Papa's happy jar!"

"Thank you, I just need this to brew for them…" She then scooped up the ground with a teaspoon and poured the powder into paper cups while Bubo stepped up to assist his mother by pouring boiling water from the kettle. "Thank you, sweetie~"

Four of their siblings were doing the same thing to brew countless cups for those dining in the neighborhood kitchen. The mother loaded the hot paper cups onto a cart and pushed it through the kitchen door and out to the tables, with her children stacking on top of each other to push their own carts as well. The red imps of the greed ring seated happily took a warm cup to sip the brown aromatic concoction.

"Thanks, madam!"—"Oh shucks, you're too kind."—"Wow, for me?"—"Oh you don't have to~"—"Love your husband's coffee brand, always brighten my mood."—"You kiddies are getting paid or what?"

"Just enjoy your meals, alright?" TThe Red Imp graciously responded as she handed over another paper cup of recaf.

Ding!

All heads bent at the entrance to discover none other than the proprietor of this establishment, their last solace, a green rotund demon hybrid wearing a brown coat and a fedora while clutching a briefcase. Despite his exhausted eyes, his mouth curled a warm grin to all.

"Love!~"

"Beloved!~"

The Mother dashed up to her bloated husband and nuzzled their noses while Nurgle's huge forearms acted as a seat for his wife. Kisses were now being put on his face by his wife, and Nurgle could only grin pleasantly at the activity, which the guests found touching and awe-inspiring.

"How's work?~" She softly queried.

"Nothing to note, just counting more money and calculating." Nurgle responded as he lowered her to the floor, "How's the kitchen?"

"Pretty well without you, just needed to discipline some of the kids." She sighed and rested her hands on her hips.

"Oh come on, Beloved. Let the children have their fun." Nurgle caresses his wife's cheek tenderly.

She titters before pushing his thick palm away, "This is kitchen time, playtime should come later."

"Yes but I want them to feel happy helping the community, not forced to work like it's their job." His palm then landed on his beloved's swollen bump, "How's the babies?"

"Goo is being babysat back home and this…" Her hand was now rubbing circles on his backhand, "…The kicks are becoming frequent."

"Papa's here!" five smaller green imps bomb rushed their father.

"Woah, Woah!" The number of rascals heaping on the father caused him to tumble to the floor, much to the amusement of those eating in as Nurgle chuckled with his offspring, "Hahaha!"

"That's enough for you children!~" His lovely wife laughed as she tugged a couple of her children away from their father. When Nurgle rose up, he scooped up a couple of his children and had them swarm on him before taking his wife's tiny hand compared to his and walked back to the kitchen as a family.


The Mansion was a full blown war zone, furniture were now burnt, walls peppered with bullets and blown out chunks. Moxxie opened fire at the cherub while Collin ducked down to return bolts at the imp hiding behind the kitchen counter. The main target: Alice was using his walking aid as a rest for his lasrifle to fire more red streaks which missed Moxxie and only hit his stove that caused it to catch fire.

"Charge!" Alice cried out defiantly but it was contrasted with the fact that he was still on his walking aid painstakingly gaining distance to the imp.

"No!" Collin immediately threw away his crossbow and picked up the old CEO up in the air much to the cherubs straining arms due to the weight, "Wow! Y-You are h-heavier than I thought!"

"Good thinking, Timmy. Now I can blast this ass-hoe from up here!" Alice still holding his lasrifle started blasting at the imp below him blew scorch marks at the floor.

Moxxie held a grenade and pulled the pin then waited for the pineapple to cook before lobbing the bomb above towards the two. This caused the Cherub to let go to save the old human but it cost Collin to be caught in the blast radius and plummeted down to the ground. Alice weakly crawled due to his broken brittle legs towards his lasrifle, dragging himself with every pull as his hand was about to reach—

"Agh!"

Unluckily for him, Moxxie's hoof stomps on his crooked hand much to his pain. The imp's revolver pressed against the geezer's temple and Alice knew his time was coming and accepted the inevitable as a droplet dripped from his eye.

"Don't kill him! I beg for your mercy, Imp!" Collin painfully cried out from beside the old man, "Take me instead! Let him die peacefully!"

Moxxie winced at first as he stared at the pitiful human before glancing at the cherub, "Yeah but like he has to die now because it's my job and don't take this personally, I don't want my conscience messing up another mission cause… y'know? My boss really doesn't trust me with me leading mission and like… um… this could be my big moment…"

"It's okay, just kill me." the old man uttered.

"Huh?" Both the hellish and the heavenly responded.

"I never accepted Timmy for being a homo, I just want to see lil' Timmy again…"

"But Mr. Alice! By giving permission to be murdered is essentially the same as suicide, you will go to hell for this!" Colline pleaded once more but the other unbroken hand of the old man was raised to quiet the cherub.

"I know… he's gay and gays go to hell if I remember the texts correctly," The old man's eyes stared determinedly at the imp, no fear nor sadness, just sheer resolve, "I'm not gonna abandon my son this time."

"Send me, Daemon."

BANG!

His head dropped down to the floor, a crimson puddle was now forming around his head. Moxxie felt something within his chest that was unbearable and felt like he needed somewhere else to go, especially not in front of an angel. Collin on the other hand, watched it all in front of him and now water was forming on his eyes. The Cherub knew he failed to not just keeping his target alive but also failing him to sent to paradise too, all because of… family love?

"Uh… Need to go back home so…"

"Just go…"

"Huh?"

"Just go, you win alright!"

"Okay, okay I'm going!"

Moxxie ran away and left the ruined Mansion, leaving Collin alone with his own thoughts… the cherub knelt beside the corpse… as flies started swarming the body…


"Hmmm~"

Humming a tune once again, the pregnant imp set down a clay pot on the table as other red imps gathered around her shop to browse her floral shop. Some pointed at the products which are children assisted by stacking on each other and grabbing singular flowers or even bouquets for the customers, the mother was behind the register punching in buttons and accepting money as buyers leaving with their flowers.

"How much is this one?"

"That would beeee…" She cheerfully answered before turning around and painstakingly drag her vision at the humongous figure reminiscent of her husband thanks to its green color scheme, once her eyes laid upon on top the christmas tree-looking demon to be none other than the jester prince of Greed: Mammon.

"Weeell?" His shark rows grinned wider.

"Umm, Just-just five souls a piece." She answered for the red petal and white centered flower on the counter, it's similar to the one she used to put on her hair during… Moxxie…

"Hmm… are you for real?" the prince of greed looked incredulously.

"Is it too ex-expensive?" She stammered in her words.

"..."

Mammon gradually leaned down towards her, his eyes turned green crackling with power and his smile pointed downwards. His four arms planted dominantly at the counter and gripped on the edge too; his visage plastered intimidatingly as if he wants to tear her piece by piece.

"Bfffftt~ BAHAHAHA!" boisterous laughed bellowed from him much to the before frightened buyers.

"Ha.. Hahaha…" She held her chest for a bit and laughed nervously for the lord of this ring

"Expensive?! Do you recognize who you talking to?" He leaned down once more but not in a threatening way this time and whispered quietly to her, "If anything, you should raise the prices for these suckerz, it's a waste to sell these dirt cheap for such pretty flowers."

"Oh, thank you. It was my husband that grew them, he's just very fond of nature and with an environment like the Greed Ring? He thought a little nature would help out a bit." She explained as she watches her children move around and help the shop with some of kids stacking on each other to help themselves reach higher places, working overall as a great team.

"Nice brats ya' got there, cute lil' buggers."

"Oh thank you…" She internally was offended by calling her children 'brats' but he did call them cute.

"Speaking of your husband, where is my star employee?"

From the back, a familiar rotund green demon hybrid held a potted flower to set down on the floor and approached the two on the counter.

"Ah! There is the twin brother I wished I had!"

"Oh! A surprise to be sure but a welcome one." Nurgle took off the straw hat that was covering his tiny wooden horn acting as a candle for the miniscule green fire, "What's your business in our humble floral shop?"

"Just coming by personally to tell you something veeery important, Nurgy.~" Mammon's eyes glowed for a sec.

"Oh? What that must be?—"

Instantly Mammon's four arms pulled down Nurgle down on the counter right of his screaming beloved and pinned down by the Prince of this Ring. Additional arachnid eyes sprouted from Mammon's face as he snarled beastly and the rest of the clown's visage growled with Fury, the Jester leaned next to Nurgle's terrified face. Nurgle's goat and feline eyes gaped back at the Arachnid counterpart of his boss.

"Y'see, Nurgy. There are many things that REALLY pisses me off, do you know what that is?"

"Wuh-What's that?"

"Losing money. MY MONEY."

"I do not know the meaning of this, please!"

"That shitty coffee brand you're selling? The one being made in my factories? When lil' imps drink that shit, they become happy and chill which is cool by me."

His claws digged deeper on Nurgles back as chartreuse blood leaked from them, his wife and children watched in horror with the kids running and rolling towards their dad and some going behind counter to their mother.

"Papa!"

"Stay away from your Papa!" His beloved cried to them, "It's not safe, just stay away for your safety!"

"Yeah, listen to your Mommy you snotty lil' shits." His malicious visage turned back to their father, "Let the grownups talk."

"As I was saying, that recaf shit? It also makes my wage slaves slow and sluggish like fucking zombies," He then pulled up and lifted the family man up in the air to display his superior strength to all, "THAT hurt my fucking profits."

"I likes ya, Nurgy. Don't forget that because you're really fucking good at math, its the only reason why you got this whole shabang." Mammon's right arm pointed to the whole floral shop, "And your useless charity shit you're running, here I fucking thought Luci's girl was a stupid cunt."

"W-What do you want?" Nurgle uttered as he looked down fearfully.

"I'm just here to say that you should CHANGE the ingredients because cutting that coffee brand would hurt me even more but…" Mammon pulled Nurgle closer to the side and whispered, "... If you don't follow? I'll fuck you up, take your brats to the pound, and sell your whore to Crim. You got that?"

The Father weakly nodded before being dropped to the floor as the floral shop shook due to his weight. His children instantly scramble to their defeated father who was looking down depressingly, his beloved watched longingly before going around the counter and kneeling down in front of him.

"Hey, your boss may be intimidating but… " Her dainty hands held his larger one dearly, "I can assure that we can go through this, sweetheart."

"Beloved… I can't protect you."

"Then protect us, I know you are stronger than you look." Her hand caressed his face and dragged along the fluffy white beard as she stared longingly at his gloomy three eyes, "You are the best thing that has happened to me ever since my first son was born."

"Bubo?"

"No, someone else. He was from my first husband." Her smile curved down slightly.

"Moxxie?"

"That's the one."

"You never told me much about him."

"I never wanted to remind myself of the past but I still love that boy." Her stare went to the side in shame.

"Can… Can I learn about him?"


Upon landing on the ground, He scanned his surroundings to find himself in a gym sorts as a crowd was formed from a distance. Piquing his curiosity, he approached the mob to find that his wife and a hellhound hybrid were having a barking contest and by contest more like heated argument between the two.

"YOU DISHONORABLE LITTLE SHIT! GUNS ARE FOR WEAK, SPINELESS BASTARDS WHO CAN NOT FIGHT SO THEY NEED A CHEAP GIMMICK TO COMPETE!"

"But guns are fun, you stupid horned mutt!"

"THE FUCK YOU CALLED ME?!"

"You fucking heard me! Spilling blood and splitting heads is cool and all but blowing people is way more fun!"

Seeing his tiny wife compared to the muscle tank in front of her made him shudder at the thought of facing this monster the last time he argued with. Unluckily for him, fate has other plans.

"I see you, Moxxie! Come here tell this stupid hellhound why guns should be allowed in the fight club!" His pupils tightened before trying to push through the crowd much to his panic.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT FOR YOUR WHORE YOU SPINELESS LITTLE BITCH!"

Hearing those words made him pause before gritting his teeth with fear and threatened masculinity. He tried pushing back at the crowd and revealing himself to the muscle monster in front of him.

"Yeah!? Guns should be allowed because—"


As the crowd continues to form, a tall blue humanoid avian snicker as he watches from the benches while sipping an energy drink.

"Heh, Blitzo, Blitzy, Blitz, You're becoming tardy…"

"... Just need that baby to come with you…"