Lucifer and Charlie, each in their demonic forms were flying through the Pride area in order to find the address of the ART studio. They were closing in on the address.
They were flying through IMP city getting very close to the condemned building. First thing they did was destroy the wall.
Lucifer, in his intimidating demonic form looked to the terrified workers with glowing red eyes. "Who in this building thought it was a fucking brilliant idea to humiliate my daughter like that?!"
The people they were yelling at were a couple of imps. One of them was a red woman with black hair, small horns, a gap in her tooth, a mole on the right side of her face, a blank crop top, black pants, a tail and black heels.
The other one had slightly longer horns but had a bit of white on the right side of his face, a black jacket, a pair of black pants, a mark on his forehead, sharp fangs, yellow eyes and a tail.
Another was the same Hellhound who delivered the VHS tape to the hotel, not caring about the damages done to the office and just staring at her phone.
"Oh yeah, we have visitors." Loona said without a care.
"Oh, Mammon's fat ass, we have a fucking door!" The male imp screamed.
"Silence!" Lucifer's scream caused the female imp to shiver and hide behind a chair, the hellhound to walk out of the office while the male imp just stared at them without any kind of fear on his face.
"Yeah, you're going to have to find a way to silence me, shorty. Because I've fucked a royal so don't expect me to be scared shitless when it comes to the Morningstar family." The imp said.
"We demand to see the head of this studio!" Charlie demanded.
The male imp looked confused. "I'm sorry, studio? Does this place look expensive to you?! Do you see cameras?" A camera popped from his coat pocket. "Do I look like I pay my employees a good salary?!"
"I can vouch for that." The female imp said.
"Do I look like I'm fucking loaded?!" A bunch of dollar bills burst out of the demon's coat, causing him some embarrassment. "We do get payed a lot, though."
"This is ART, correct?" Charlie asked.
"What?!" The male imp reacted. "No! That is literally across the street from us!"
The Morningstars looked at each other with embarrassment despite the fact they were in demon form. "Sooo, this is not 776 Lucifer Avenue?" Charlie asked.
"No. This street is a mind fuck, I tell ya." The imp said before looking back to the female imp. "Whose idea was it to place IMP at this section anyway?!"
A hand peaking out from the debris raised up. "You…You…Did sir."
"Oh yeah, I did." The imp said with realisation. "What the fuck was I drinking when I decided this would be the perfect location?"
Charlie looked down to where the hand was coming from and saw someone was buried under the wall she crashed through. She gasped, turned into her regular form and panicked.
"Oh no! Oh, dear, I am so sorry!" Charlie began to use her strength to lift the wall off of the imp, who, crawled out to reveal himself as a small imp with three white freckles under each eye, white hair, stripy black & white horns, a giant red bow tie and a fancy suit with red buttons.
He looked at the Morningstar family with a shocked expression. "Fuck, I must be hallucinating. Is that the Morningstar family?"
"You okay, Moxxie?" The female imp walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't pity him, Millie, I'm still mad about that job from a few weeks ago." The imp said.
"Still?!" Moxxie exclaimed as he turned to face his boss. "I wasn't the one who accidentally left the fucking portal open, Blitzø!"
"Well someone was supposed to fucking tell me if I left it open!" Blitzø argued.
"How was some pathetic buff target falling into Hell my fault?!" Moxxie asked.
"You screamed at his hellhound!" Blitzø replied.
"I thought I was going to get bitten!" Moxxie argued. "You don't know what diseases Earth animals have!"
"You don't know what diseases Millie has." Blitzø retorted.
"Blitzø!" Millie chided her boss.
As they continued to argue, Charlie and Lucifer just gave each other some awkward glances, feeling like they were out of place in this entire argument.
"Hey, least we got his hound!" Blitzø remarked.
"You couldn't kill it, sir!" Moxxie reminded him.
"It reminded me of my Loonie!" Blitzø cried with tears falling from his face. "I thought I was killing my only daughter!"
As the imp cried, the Loona entered the room with a box of tissues in her hand. She watched as her Dad cried his eyes out.
"FUUUUUCK! I felt like I was at that bastard house again!" Blitzø cried. "How many hounds are executed daily?" He dropped to his knees.
Loona looked to the Morningstar family. "You can go. The exit's just through that door."
"Yeah, we were." Lucifer assured her.
Then, the Morningstar family began to slowly traverse around the imps mainly to avoid the way that imp was balling his eyes out.
They walked past the hellhound, who just bowed her head to them out of respect since they were royalty.
Charlie smiled at the hound. "Thank you." Lucifer just tipped his hat at her.
Before he left, Lucifer took one last look at Blitzø, feeling some kind of empathy towards the imp. He soon left the building while Blitzø cried his eyes out.
"That hound had a name!" Blitzø cried. "Was it a boy or a girl?! Also, should I have been disturbed it didn't wear clothes?"
Later, Lucifer and Charlie were standing in front of a building which looked much cleaner and less condemned than the last building they went to.
It appeared to be a building with around 12 floors with lights shining from each and every window. There was also a build board on top advertising Mammon's next show with his new clowns, Glitz & Glam.
"Oh, I see Fizzarolli really did quit." Lucifer remarked.
"So, how do we handle this?" Charlie asked.
"That imp was pissed when we burst his wall down so I say we handle this maturely and if we can, we get our lawyer." Lucifer said.
"We don't have a lawyer." Charlie pointed out. "Do we?"
"It's hell Charlie, about a percentage of sinners are lawyers." Lucifer laughed.
They walked into the reception area which very decrepit. The walls were torn, there were singes on the carpet and there was only one flicker of light in the entire reception area. The snacks for people waiting were just energy drinks, potato chips, chocolates, tacos, burgers, fries and fried chicken.
The Morningstars looked at the snacks with disgust on their faces. "Ohhhhh boy. I hope the staff are at least decently dressed."
They soon were met with a regrettable answer as one of the employees, who looked like a dark green sinner with black eye bags, bloodshot eyes, sweat stains on his dark green shirt, a bulging belly sticking out of his shirt, fat arms and something white on his pants. He sneezed, which made his mucus shoot out and stain his shirt.
Lucifer and Charlie looked on with disgust over what he just did. "That better be mayonnaise on his pants." Charlie gagged.
They walked up to the receptionist, who looked to be an anorexic looking cat-like sinner with decrepit fur, a twitch in his eye, dirty teeth and broken claws.
Lucifer slammed the tape on the desk, causing the receptionist to raise his hands like he was being arrested. "I wanna see your fucking boss over this tape!"
The cat sinner twitched like he had a nervous tick. "The Morningstars." He began to stare at Charlie with lust all over his face as he licked his lips. "She's as pretty as she looks."
Charlie looked uncomfortable while Lucifer looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel over the way that sinner was ogling his daughter.
"Let us see your boss!" Lucifer demanded.
"I will, if your daughter does a favour." The cat sinner said.
"Absolutely not!" Charlie protested angrily. "You think I'm gonna have sex with you?!"
"Who said anything about sex?!" The cat licked his lips. "I wanna see everything under that little suit of yours."
"No." Charlie protested.
"You are certainly not!" Lucifer's eyes flashed a threatening red.
"Knew it was a long shot." The sinner said. "How about her tits?"
"No!" Charlie covered her chest in discomfort over the sinner's comments. She always made sure to dress up appropriately, but the way that sinner was staring at her, made her cautious, worried and insecure.
"Fine….Fine….Fine…Fine….I won't request to see any of your private treasure chests." The sinner's words caused Charlie's horns to creep out of her head over his compliment. "How about you kiss me?" He leaned forward and grinned. "Tongue and all."
Inside some office, an imp with red skin, a pair of glasses, one broken horn, a crooked tooth, broken lenses, stubble on his face and a white tie; Was on the phone with something.
"No! No! No! No! No! I will not work for Vox!" The imp argued. "I don't care if he's offering me a huge sum of money!…How much?…Huh, enough…But I'm not a greedy person. I make animation for people who felt spited while alive or dead and they wanna take their frustration out! I won't do it for a big corporation like Vox Tech, I'm not a sellout!" He hung up on the phone and slammed it back down.
The imp sighed in frustration. "I'm not gonna become second fiddle to a fucking overlord. Who am I kidding? I probably would if I'm desperate. I don't have enough money to invest in a better interior. Then again…" He turned around to face the money he had stacked upon each other, three safes and a drawer of money. "…I wouldn't have enough money for my trip to the Lust Ring."
Suddenly, he heard a loud bang coming from his door and someone flew through, crashing into his desk.
He looked over his desk to look at his unconscious employee with a disappointed look. "Come on, Mike! How many more doors are you gonna break this week? This is coming out of your pay."
He looked up to see the Morningstars, eyes glowing red and horns popping out, walked in with anger on their faces.
The imp quickly panicked and hid under his desk. But it didn't do anything to help him, as it was suddenly obliterated in a blast of fire.
"My desk!" The imp cried.
"You better explain this." Lucifer showed the imp the tape.
"This tale completely demeaned me!" Charlie exclaimed. "Why would you even make something like this?!"
The imp looked afraid of the Morningstars. "Look, look, I'm an imp trying to make my place in this world! That imp named Blitzø made a business dedicated to killing people on Earth and it appeared to be going well. Despite the fact Blitzø is one of the most insecure people I've ever met. I-"
"STOP STALLING!" Lucifer demanded as fire spat out of his mouth.
The imp began crying like a pathetic crybaby and got down on his knees. "My…My…My animators. I tell them what a customer wants and they just animate, no questions asked!"
"Why?" Charlie asked.
"Look, these customers I handle, they don't want to kill them, they just wanna personally humiliate them!" The imp explained.
"Why me, personally?!" Charlie exclaimed in anger.
"I….Don't know!" The imp cried. "I wasn't listening through most of it."
"You're lying!" Lucifer cried in anger as the heat started to tense up.
The imp cried so much that he began to urinate in his pants. He looked down at his pants and groaned.
Upon seeing this sight, the Morningstars instantly reverted back to their regular forms and began to back away in disgust.
"Okay, we went too far." Charlie said.
"Yeaaaah. We're not sorry about that." Lucifer said to the imp.
"I get it, I get it." The imp assured them. "Look, I don't know what's on that tape, but I assure you, I don't make them. I just give them the A Ok and let my overworked animators work on them."
"Can you show us the animators?" Lucifer asked.
The imp, not wanting to piss off Hell royalty nodded his head. "Yeah sure." He stood up, walked towards a small safe and turned the knob to fill in a passcode. Inside, was a gas mask that he put on. "You're gonna want to your noses."
Lucifer laughed. "I'm the King of Hell. I've smelt worse. How bad can it…" He noticed his daughter giving a nervous look. "….Oh fuck, it's gonna be horrible isn't it?"
A few moments later, the imp opened the door to reveal a bridge and underneath that bridge was a row of sweaty animators working on drawing boards on paper or their tablets, analysing film reel, rolling the film reel into a tape and packaging that said tape.
But unfortunately, Lucifer and Charlie were not so lucky as the stench of the animation room which could only be described as sweat, energy drinks, potato chips and fowl farts was unbearable.
Charlie began to choke while Lucifer ran out to vomit in a nearby trash can while the imp just stood there, not being bothered due to his protection.
"Yeah, you are never going to get used to that." The imp said.
Charlie gagged as she held her own neck. "What the fuck is that wretched stench?!"
"Oh, that is the stench of sweat, desperation, perverts and virgins." The imp replied. "My animators are sinners who like to draw art no matter what it is or how depraved and fucked up it's seen by the eye. A lot of them are a bunch of deviant artists, I tell ya. Bunch of them have done a lot of shitty things. You two listening?"
He turned around to see the Morningstars choking and trying to catch their breaths since the stench was far too intense for them.
The imp sighed. "Yeah, that's the stench that killed my mother and my father and my cousin and my lawyer and the Demon Resources guy."
He slammed the door shut, worrying about killing Hell royalty and took off his gas mask. "Sorry! Sorry!"
Charlie and Lucifer thankfully had inhaled enough oxygen through their mouths. Charlie looked at the imp as water fell from her eyes.
"What is with these conditions?!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Princess, we're in hell, work conditions are meant to be shit." The imp argued.
"Well, now we know who makes this disgusting piece of art!" Charlie remarked. "But who commissioned it?"
The imp sighed. "I don't know their name. Usually I would tend to keep a customer confidentiality but the guy said his name was Richard or something along those lines."
"Richard?" Charlie reacted. "But…I don't know a Richard."
"His name's Richard, Charlie. He's a dick." Lucifer said.
"Well, I'm sorry that I'm no use for you." The imp said. "If you want I could…Ya know, allow you to commission a tape for free?" The Morningstars looked at the imp in disgust. They may be Hell's royalty but they weren't that depraved.
Later, the Morningstar father/daughter duo were standing outside the building contemplating their next move.
"What do we do, Dad?" Charlie asked. "I know chasing after this person sounds petty, but…I just wanna find out who'd waste fifty thousand to do this?"
"I do as well." Lucifer said. "If someone made a little animated video of me fucking Satan, I'll be pissed. Simply because he's more like a little brother figure to me as opposed to an actual brother. And apparently he looks good without his shirt on according to Bee…"
"Dad!" Charlie chided as she held her tape.
"Sorry. He's also your uncle." Lucifer said.
"No, not that." Charlie responded. "If these guys can't tell us, how will we know?"
Lucifer sighed. "I don't know, Charlie. Knowing the Hell police they won't help, Striker would just kill any sinner that he doesn't like while I doubt we can get any of those sweaty perverts from there to help without them asking for a dick pic from me. We need someone just as depraved as they are, thinks as depraved as they are, acts as depraved as they are and….Wait, I think I might have someone who could help." Lucifer reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Who, Dad?" Charlie asked.
"I've been in contact with Asmodeus and his little imp boyfriend and he told me about Fizzarolli's former best friend whom is now slightly repairing things with him or something, I don't know, overcomplicated drama, yada, yada, yada." Lucifer explained. "And he likes to do things for money."
Meanwhile, on Earth, Moxxie was busy digging a grave while Millie was dragging a few bodies effortlessly, while Blitzø was dragging an overweight corpse.
"Christ on a stick! This guy should have been dead a few weeks ago!" Blitzø complained. "Also, why am I carrying the heavy one?! It should be you, Moxxie!"
Moxxie sighed. "You put me on grave digger duty."
"I thought it would be more back breaking!" Blitzø complained before hearing the sound of his phone ringing. "Oh for fuck sake! I swear to shit if it's Stolas' wife telling me how much of a misery she is going to make my life!"
He answered the phone and pressed it to its ear. "Yeah! What do you want….King of Hell?! Lucifer?!…By the way, it's Blitzø not Blitzo, the O is silent….You and your naive daughter owe me a new wall!"
"Did Blitzø just use the word naive correctly?" Moxxie asked his wife.
"Uh huh….Oh, so you wanna fuck up some guy who commissioned some very fucked up animation of your daughter?!….Okay, don't fuck up…Yeah, I don't think you know my business, Mr Morningstar….Yes, I did guard Stolas and Fizz, but finding some guy is beyond me no matter how hard you try to convince me….Money?…How much….Woah! That is huge! You really went big there, didn't you?!…Alright, I'm in and I'm coming as fast as I can!"
He heard some snickering from nearby and saw a stoned human. "Ha, ha, come."
Blitzø stared at the human with an annoyed expression and sighed. "I knew I forgot something." He shot the stoned human in the head with his rifle, killing them. "M&M! Dig a bigger grave! We did miss one!"
