Hello! This is the edited version of Cardinal Sin, a huge thank you to Itzmeal for editing this story. Without him it'd be in a much sorrier state. The other chapters will be updated shortly . I hope you enjoy! And let me know what you think!
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Cardinal Sin
CHAPTER 01
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Forgiveness
In Hell, everything born is born of sin.
Gluttony, Envy, Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Greed and Lust.
From the highest demon lord to the lowest imp, from the original seven, they were all born. While they did not display the sin openly, they've nonetheless influenced their lives.
Moxie knew this as he was smart enough to know his sin was pride. He was a proud imp; he held his standards of life as a banner. A dutiful husband and a diligent worker, he had morals, which in hell made him a rare breed indeed.
He had lines he had never dared to even think about crossing.
A few lines that were now being broken. By a woman other than his wife, lips forced against his, in full view of who he'd sworn to support faithfully till hell itself froze over.
How had it come to this?
Hours earlier — I.M.P. Headquarters
Blitz was an idiot.
Moxxie would never say this openly about his employer; he was too good to say something like that. At most times, he'd just disagree with what his eccentric boss would do, say, or even remotely think about. But in this instance, Blitz was an idiot.
Today was Moxxie's and Millie's well-deserved day off, and while he'd insisted Millie to stay home, Mox found himself at work sorting through the cluster crumb of their finances. For whatever reason, their boss decided to buy a hellacorn—a unicorn that had been sent to hell. It was not exactly a rare thing as it is a mythical creature that hung around little girls. Totally a pervert.
Mox would have tolerated that.
Then Blitz took it to get its hooves sharpened, get its teeth whitened and to top it all off…
"He bought it a freaking condo." Mox flopped back in his chair in disbelief.
Once again, his boss had blown their monthly pay on some trivial thing he would be bored with in a week. If it weren't for whatever he had going on with their client, the Goetia royalty prince Stolas, I.M.P. would have gone belly up already. Mox rubbed his tired eyes, adjusting the finances, which had taken several hours longer than he had anticipated. They were already behind on payments, as was the case with the building owner and local baron. Their lenience on the meager payments Mox could give them only stemmed from what he could only assume was fear of the Goetia prince.
He pushed away from his desk, hopping out of the chair and tiredly walking to the mini fridge in the room. While at work, Mox refused to drink anything other than water, given that his tolerance for it was basically zero, but right now he needed something stronger to wake him up.
A week before he'd bought a nice bottle of Drake's Blood Rum, top-shelf stuff. Millie loved it, and he'd found its taste rather pleasing as it tasted better chilled, so he had left it at the fridge at work, meaning to take it home that same day only to have forgotten.
Which was why he was looking at an empty fridge.
"Looking for something, fatty?" Mox bristled at the barb, turning to see Loona, their resident hellhound and co-worker sprawled out on the coach, which was covered in trash and liquor bottles, one of which was the alcoholic beverage he's looking for. She hadn't even looked his way; she just laid there texting on her phone, and he'd honestly forgotten she was in the same room.
"Not anymore," Mox replied, swallowing his rage. He went back to his desk fuming, clenching his hands so hard that his claws threatened to go through his palms.
Another one of Blitzo's escapades, it hadn't cost much of anything except his sanity and more than a few lunches. He breathed in deeply, centering himself at his desk, and went back to making the final financial touch-ups.
It only took a few minutes, but finally, and much to his satisfaction, they would be able to remain financially stable for another week or two as long as Blitzo did not give the hellacorn a sex change or something else extreme. With that, Mox shut off the computer, grabbed his personal belongings, and headed straight for the door. His hand was on the doorknob when a thought came to him.
"Why are you here?" he asked out loud, and the hellhound glanced his way for a moment before scoffing at the question.
"Why the fuck does it matter to you?" She sharply replied as she continued interacting with her phone.
Mox grimaced at her language; he'd never been one to swear at another thing that made him unique. He was aware of the strangeness of her relationship with Blitzo.
Technically, he was her adopted father, but given the fact that he'd adopted her just before she turned eighteen, the hellhound was less than enthusiastic whenever Blitzo tried to play the role as such. It didn't stop her from living with him of course; she had a room, to Mox's understanding, that all but dwarfed the size of his own home.
Which begged the question as her being here alone at the workplace for what apparently seemed like awhile now, just given the amount of food wrappings all over the place.
"Did something happen between you and Blitz?"
The question was a landmine strapped to a frag grenade on top of a hornet's nest. Mox knew this and prepared for the assault that was coming.
Loona sat up, her canines bared and her hackles raised in full apex predator mode. Any other imp would likely have soiled themselves as hellhounds were nothing to scoff at when they were ticked off. And even as young as she was, she was fully capable of ripping his throat out before he had a chance to draw his gun. Yet, he met her murderous eyes evenly; he was used to this reaction, which made him wonder if he was desensitized to imminent death.
"Who the fuck—" she started, ready to rip his face off, but Mox quickly interjected.
"We have a spare room," he plainly said, causing her to blink in confusion, spreading over her features. The predatory aura vanished in an instant.
Mox opened the door, glancing back towards her. He did not overly care for the hellhound, but she was a fellow employee, more or less. She was sleeping on the couch, as it seemed like what she had been doing was not comfortable.
"I'll be in my car. Millie likes to make dinner early, so please don't take too long." Mox nodded and headed out the door, leaving the much-confused hellhound to gather her thoughts.
Mox was pretty sure he was insane.
Or maybe he was sane; maybe he was just a good person.
No, defiantly insane.
Loona sat quietly in the passenger seat. She hadn't said a word since she'd come down with a duffle bag of her belongings and thrown it into the backseat.
They had never gotten along. Period. From insults to near-bodily harm, their relationship was one of violence and overall discontent. Yet here they were driving to his home, offering her a place to stay. The phrase "out of the kindness of his heart" came to mind, but he wasn't considering it. Perhaps he was trying to mend what bridges had burned down between them. It was going to take awhile, like a long while, to do that.
"Stolas," Loona said, breaking the deafening silence. He gripped both hands on the wheel, nodding his head slowly. Blitz often had Stolas over at his place; apparently, what they got up to was rather exotic, even by hell's standards. For a hellhound with hypersensitivity to noise, that was probably a whole new ring of hell.
She didn't say anything else the rest of the drive.
Millie loved to cook—the smell of spices, the roar of an open flame, the dancing of blades through food preparation. She loved it all, mostly the knife work; her mama had taught her well, but on some occasions, she did end up overcooking by trying to be too fancy with the blade work. Her husband helped with that by keeping her focused; she wasn't some country bumpkin, even though her accent led most people to think it. Now she only slightly made too much food for them to handle.
Millie hummed merrily as she sat up on the counter, watching the noodles boil. Tonight she was making spaghetti, her husband's favorite. She'd also baked homemade garlic bread with tomato sauce on the side and a big apple, just the way he liked it. A special meal for a special day, it'd taken some convincing to get Blitz involved; she never asked for much, and he'd been more than willing to go on board with it. She hoped, though, that he had not been to extravagate; he did have a tendency to go overboard very quickly.
A car door slamming brought a smile to her lips. She hopped off the counter and headed to the door. Mox had just stepped through the threshold when she pulled him into her embrace. She kissed him hard, snaking her tongue into his mouth. He tried to speak, but she wasn't much in the mood for listening.
"Millie," he managed to squeak out as his wife pushed him against the wall. She'd been cooking, which made her aggressive in all the right ways. She pulled away, breathing heavily, burying her face into his neck and licking at his throat. Her hands worked their way down into his pants when someone who clearly wasn't Moxxie cleared their throat.
Millie froze solid, her eyes ticking slowly to see who had interrupted her. Loona stood awkwardly beside them as she was just short enough to fit inside their home, even she had the courtesy of not looking directly at them. Millie could see the blush forming under her fur all the way up to her tall ears.
"We have a guest tonight," Moxie said with a wary grin. He never got along with Loona but Millie absolutely hated her.
He was pretty sure to himself that he was insane.
Loona did not understand exactly what Millie saw in Moxxie. He was a little bitch, in her opinion, and of course, Millie was also a bitch too; but she was bigger than Mox, so she was the bigger bitch who honestly could have done better in the husbandry department. It irked her that she even thought about it. He was so annoying, and a goody two shoes know-it-all. Also, he was a pretentious ass, what gave him the right to ask her about her life? How was it going with Blitz?
She didn't remember asking if she needed his opinion. The only reason she was even here was because he offered her free food and a bed. She would bail out in the morning and probably steal his car if she felt like it.
And yet, Loona couldn't help but feel nervous.
She was standing in their home now. She had smelled the food from inside, and it smelled amazing, as she didn't even realize just how hungry she was until now. Just as Millie was about to ravage him, she's definitely a loving partner who loves him dearly and shows and gets what she wants. She very much appeared to want her husband, hungry for more than just food.
Millie was smaller than her, but the rage in her eyes almost made her balk. Moxie had been dragged off around a corner shortly after she'd made her presence known. She could hear them, not that she had to try very hard to do so.
"Why is she here?!" Millie hissed.
"It's only for tonight, I promise. She'd been at work when I found her, okay? For awhile now, it seems... I would have felt bad for leaving her there, you know that," Moxxie replied, and Loona could hear the kiss he left on her cheek.
"But tonight's—" Millie started to say but stopped.
"Tonight's what?" Moxie asked with a worried expression.
"I'll tell you later, food's almost done. Show our…guest where to wash up. I don't want her touching anything until then." Loona growled at Millie's reply. She looked down at her hands, they were kind of dirty, but still, that was harsh.
"Uh, hey..." Mox popped around the corner, wringing his hand nervously as Millie stood behind him, arms crossed, and eyeing her venomously.
"Dinner's almost done. If you want to wash up, the bathroom is just down the hall." He gestured behind himself and past Millie. She nodded as the couple went to the kitchen, Millie practically dragging her husband by the waist.
It was going to be a long night.
Moxxie felt like he was the thing between the rock and the hard place.
On his left is his wife, a breathtaking demoness who could disembowel a man in seven different ways and paint a picture with his innards. And on his right is Loona, their fellow co-worker and a general nuisance in his life.
Sitting at the same table, eating his wife's cooking.
Between the two demoness who, if left alone, would most likely kill one another at the slightest provocation.
The spaghetti was fantastic—a simple dish—yet Moxxie felt that he could eat it the rest of his life just as long as Millie was the one who made it. The pie was good too, made with real earth apples—a rare and expensive delicacy. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why Millie had decided to make something so extravagant for him. He would have asked, though, given how she was staring so violently at their guest, he felt it was best to just hold off.
None of them had spoken since the food had been served.
"The pies are good," Mox said as he finished his plate. He smiled warmly, and even Loona gave a small grin.
A good start in the right direction, he thought. Loona got a second serving as did Millie, and they didn't speak. Moxie gathered up the empty tin, their plates, and their utensils as they finished eating, but Millie took them away from him and set on doing the dishes herself. She wasn't as rude as she was before so far, and Loona hadn't done anything to give her a reason to lash out.
"You want to see where you're sleeping tonight?" Mox asked as Millie went into the kitchen and Loona nodded, getting up. He had already grabbed her duffle bag and went down the hall, motioning for her to follow. She noticed the number of photos on the walls and took her time to look at the various moments of him and Millie's lives; there's a photo of a younger Moxxie standing next to his father by a lake of fire, and another one shows him in a tux with Millie in a flowing white wedding dress, a touching moment of them uniting their love in one another.
"It's not much, but it's clean." Mox set her bag next to the bed; the room wasn't too big, nor was the bed imp-sized anyway, she'd fit. Loona stepped past him, sitting down on the bed as a small amount of dust kicked up in the air as she did. The hellhound sneezed, then glanced at the imp, who shrugged helplessly.
"More or less anyway," he said with a dry laugh, scratching at the back of his neck.
"It's fine, really, thank you," she paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "For doing this for me. All things considered."
Moxie smiled warmly. That was probably the nicest thing she'd ever said to him.
"I mean, Millie could have done better, but hey, 'tis what it is, I suppose!" She bursted with a barking laugh, grabbing her bag from the side and went digging through it.
His smile dropped in a heartbeat. What did she just say?
"Excuse me?" he started, having certainly misheard her. "She could have done better. With what exactly?"
He had taken a step forward and was now face-to-face with her, now that she was sitting down.
"Hmmm?" The hellhound's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "With who she married—"
Smack!
The backhand was so sudden that Moxie hadn't even realized he'd done it until the pain was felt on the back of his hand. Loona could only blink owlishly; the force of the blow hadn't been much due to his size, but it was still strong enough to turn her head sharply to the left and feel the pain in her muzzle. The imp quietly swallowed, finding his words.
"Millie chose me. Out of hundreds of thousands of imps. She. Chose. Me! I didn't force her. She didn't feel obligated," he boomed, grabbing the hellhound by her muzzle and forcing her to look at him. "She is the love of my life. She chose me out of love. And don't you ever fucking forget it, bitch."
He didn't cuss often as it felt wrong to do it, especially laced with such venom. He let her muzzle go; his hands were shaking, and he balled them into fists to quell it.
He should have seen her coming.
Loona grabbed him by both arms, pinning him flat on the bed. She put her full body weight on him, growling loudly as he struggled in her grasp.
"You think you can do that and walk away!?" She yelled, flashing her teeth. He bucked wildly, desperate to free himself as futile as it was.
"Love is chemical, fatty." Luna wickedly grinned as Moxie grimaced; he was a dead man. The fuse was lit as the maws of death came in for the kill.
Her lips crashed into his, and his eyes bulged as her tongue invaded his mouth. He kicked with wild abandon until he managed to get his legs underneath her and kicked her stomach. The hellhound was relentless, and despite his blows, she continued to dominate the imp.
In Hell, everything born is born of sin.
…Moxie knew this already…
And right now…lines are being crossed now without his permission.
BANG!
Both of them froze, and Loona shot her head up to see Millie standing in the doorway with a smoking sawn-off in her hand. There was a hole in the ceiling and light filtered through it, covering her in a halo. Moxxie gave Loona a hard kick and escaped her grasps, who grunted from getting caught off-guard, then flung himself at his wife, embracing her and holding back tears.
"It's not, it's not—" he choked out, facing her as she stroked his back, facing him with a smile.
"I know, honey. I know…" she sweetly spoke, with hints of venom behind them. "Go to our room, it'll be okay…"
She cups his cheek as a tear had rolled down from his eyes. She wiped it away just as he went and hurried away. She looked to her love until he'd disappeared and faced the hellhound with a crazed expression before launching herself at her.
Luna was fast to react.
Millie was faster…and much stronger than Mox as she easily tackled her down on the bed.
Loona grunted, and before she should retaliate, warm steel was forced down her throat. Luna gagged, threating to vomit the food she'd just eaten as the twin barrels were in her mouth
"DOESN'T FEEL GOOD NOW, DOES IT?!" Millie roared, she grabbed the back of her head and pulled her sitting up. Loona's eyes bulged out as the barrels went in deeper. Through her tears, the hellhound saw the imp appearance's changed: she was smoking, getting hotter by the second, her eyes blazed yellow like the sun, the tribal tattoos on her forearms were extending all over her body.
"Nnggghhh!" Was all Luna could manage, struggling.
"TODAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPECIAL DAY!" Millie's voice was deep, as a creature born to serve sin, Loona knew it wasn't only the imp speaking. Wrath was here, ready to play a game that Loona never had a chance to win.
" A SPECIAL DAY! His day! A special…a special…special…" Millie slowly pulled out gun out of her mouth as the intensity of her voice gradually calmed down at each word.
Loona coughed out in relief before spitting out the taste of metal and bullet residue in her mouth. Millie was still on top her, the heat from her body was ceasing and much of her form returned to her normal self. The gun was still in her hands, and now both barrels were pressed against the bitch's chest.
"Why did you agree to come here? Why did you come to my home and attack my husband? Why should I not kill you?" Millie's words were quiet, but the weight of Wrath behind them was still there. Luna was unsure of to how answer. A few answers came to mind but none of them would stop her from being killed.
"I wanted…to understand." She started as her heart starts to race.
"What exactly?" Millie eyed her cautiously, still her finger on the trigger.
"I DON'T— I just…I was hungry and tired of sleeping on the couch and not having…" Loona slowly raised her hands, gesturing to her.
"I wanted to know what it's like to have someone. Who loves you unconditionally? I wanted to know how someone so strong could love someone who isn't. What makes him so special?"
Millie was silent for a long time; it dragged out like a blade. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, fit to burst at any moment, before she started laughing, so much so that she actually took the gun off the hellhound's chest. The imp sniffed, containing her mirth, before facing her.
"I'm really good at killing—not average, good, nor subpar. I'm really good. I could kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to. I don't need this gun to make you bleed. I have been killing for as long as I can possibly remember. I'm a butcher, carving flesh from bone; I'm an angel of fucking death-made manifest."
Millie's eyes burned into Loona's as the imp leaned forward and pushed her down until she was flat on her back.
"Moxxie is none of those things. He is a killer, but he's not me. He still has morals; he hesitates for all the right reasons. He's still got a soul. I love him because he reminds me that there is more than death to live for. No amount of strength can give it to you as it's not something that is forced. Like what you tried."
The gun was once again pressed into her chest. Loona sucked in a breath as Millie pushed it into her breast. Heat bloomed in her belly down to her toes. Nothing about this situation called for lust to get involved, yet it was presenting itself.
"Do you know what day it is today?" Millie asked as she slowly rotated the barrel on her chest, and Loona could only shake her head sideways in response.
The imp smirked, seeing the once-dominating hellhound squirming beneath her.
"It's Moxxie's birthday. He's been working so hard that he forgot all about it. I convinced Blitz to get involved to distract him while I planned out something real special," she grinned, placing the gun on the edge of the bed. "I was going to treat him to a beautiful dinner, go see a movie, bring him home, and rock his fucking world so hard he wouldn't walk straight for a month."
Loona gasped as Millie's hand traced the side of the hem of her cut-off shirt.
"Then you showed up and ruined it," Millie growled. Loona let out a needy whine as the imp removed her hand.
"By law, I'm well within my rights to kill you and wear your fur as a coat. But now...I think there's something that you can do that will earn your life back. So what do you say…dear bitch," Millie pressed her chest to Loona's, their eyes locked with each other. "Do you seek forgiveness?"
With the tension high and Loona already felt something growing within her.
"...Yes," she whispered, feeling all too nervous and Millie smiled and sat upward.
"Then you'll do exactly as I say."
Moxie was terrified as he paced through the room, biting his claws. It'd been a long time since he'd heard anything. A gunshot hadn't rang out, so maybe Millie had let Loona go, or...
No.
He wouldn't think about that as Millie was too strong to be killed by the likes of a hellhound. Not like him, not like his weak, pathetic self. He clenched his fists, keeping his urge to weep. Mox sat down on his knees. A panic attack was building, and he could feel it deep in his stomach.
"Mox?" His head snapped up, and Millie stood in the doorway alive and well.
"Millie…" he said in relief as she came inside and embraced him. Mox followed by burying his head in her neck, then leaving kisses on them.
"It's ok, it's ok," she cooed, stroking the back of his head.
"Millie I—" he starts but was stopped when she places a finger on his lips.
"Mox, my love, do you know what day it is?" she asked, her eyes blooming with love.
The question threw him off. Doing a mental check, he remembered it was Friday, but other than that, the date seemed very unimportant. Sensing his confusion, Millie pulled away her hands to find his cheeks and wiped his tears away before kissing his lips.
"Happy Birthday, Mox."
Moxie was speechless even as her kisses became more ravenous and both of them fell onto the bed. As both their hands found the buttons of their clothes, they stripped each other off until only his underwear remained. He found himself again on his back; this time his wife was straddling him with her nude, crimson skin. His hands went to her hips, and she gasped as he bucked his hips, feeling his clothed erection rub against her wet slit.
"Loona," he managed to say, finally finding a brain cell that wasn't functioning in his groin. Millie looked at him, confused for a moment, then laughed, turning her head towards the door.
"I'd almost forgotten...someone has something to say."
She turned around as the hellhound came into the room. Mox looked to the side, and his brain froze for a moment.
He thought that he was hallucinating.
She wasn't standing, instead, she was on her hands and knees…
...naked.
Loona crawled towards them, then up onto the bed, joining him to his right. She was blushing furiously, not looking at either of them until she was beside Moxxie, whose face was further flushed red.
"Loona's been a bad girl, hasn't she?" Millie purred as she shifted to his left side, then grabbed the hellhound's left breast, giving it a firm squeeze. The hellhound gasped, her large tail wagging wildly behind her. And Moxxie can only be silent to see the two nude, dangerous demoness on either side.
"Tell him," Millie commanded, motioning her to Mox's lap.
"I've been...a bad girl," Loona whined. Before she could move in, Millie pulled his underwear off, and his erection sprung out. The hellhound swallowed audibly at the sight. He was much…bigger than she realized—not out of proportion, but big.
Millie went down to his cock and gave it a long lick, and Mox could only moan in pleasure.
"You have been so good, Mox. So good to me and to her. Loona is really sorry for what she did earlier, and she knows better now. She's going to do everything to make up for it," she cooed, giving his cockhead a smooch. "Everything."
Millie shifted so that Loona now sat on his lap. He looked worriedly at his wife, who smiled as the hellhound grabbed his erection. Her hands were soft, working their way up and down the aching shaft. Mox groaned as he felt her warm sex press up against his length.
"Go on," Millie said as she crawled to her husband's chest. Loona was breathing heavily as she guided his tip to her opening. Mox met his wife's eyes as she prepared to sit on his face. She smiled, wrapping her hands around his small horns.
"I love you," she said as Loona went down on him and brought her slit to his mouth.
My first time, Loona thought as her surroundings froze in time.
She had done other stuff before, but nothing like this. It hurt her for a moment, and pretty sure she was bleeding. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure that Loona threw her head back as Mox bucked his hips.
He was deep in her, farther than she'd ever gone with herself. She moved her hips with him, her pussy clenching every length of him, gradually building up a rhythm. Loona looked down through the motions to see Millie with her head leaning back, eyes in the back of her skull, as Mox worked his forked tongue deep inside her. Sparks flashed in Loona's eyes as Mox's hands latched onto her breasts. His hands could barely encompass the globes, but that did not stop him from finding the pert nipples and tweaking them expertly.
"How-ah-do-you-ah-even-AH!" Luna could not find the words to speak as he continued his thrusting.
"With-GODYESTHERE-extreme precision!" Millie shouted as Mox hit the right spot deep inside.
The hellhound managed to laugh, and with her orgasm coming quickly, she could feel Mox's thrust becoming erratic. It wasn't a safe day, and Loona, with a final moan, quickly pulled out as his throbbing dick fell on her crotch. Millie leaned back, her head resting between her breasts, twitching as she herself came.
"Did I tell you to pull out?" The imp asked between heated breaths. Mox, with his wet, messy face, reached for Loona's hips and forced her down, plugging in his dick back. With a few hard thrusts into her pussy, he exploded inside.
Loona felt his release coat her insides, filling her, and she came with her juices leaking and clenching around his throbbing dick.
In what had felt like a lifetime, the room was filled with gasping, sweating, cum-covered bodies. Mox found himself having sex with two incredibly beautiful demons. Loona slowly pulled away from his still-erect dick, her pussy leaking out his voluminous cum. She propped herself at his side, doing her best to look cool while also getting the feeling back into her legs.
"I'm sorry about before. I shouldn't have done that," she said, putting a hand over his beating heart. Mox gave her a wary look and then glanced at his panting wife.
"I think that you still have more forgiving to do love, and given that," Millie looked at her leaking pussy. "I'm pretty sure Mox just put a baby in you."
She crawled onto his husband's erection and set his dick on his leaking pussy. She plopped herself down, screaming in pleasure, her pussy taking every length of him as Mox almost bucked in return. Millie grinned wickedly and pulled Loona to her by her hair with her yelping.
"We're gonna have a good time here. Now, be a good little bitch and sit on my husband's face."
"What the hell happened to you three?" Blitz asked in disbelief as the trio returned to work the next day.
Both demoness were suspiciously happy; Millie was beaming, and Luna looked like she was on cloud nine as her fur was thoroughly scuffed and disorderly. Mox...well, Mox was on crutches, though he looked truly pleased with himself. They all looked at one another knowingly, barely able to contain themselves.
"We worked things out," they said in unison.