AN: So, hopefully you're starting to notice more of how the world works in my writing. And if not, the pieces are coming together.

You'll notice how the characters may differ from canon… sort. Just compare the pilots to the later parts of the series and you'll get it. personality wise you'll get it. That's all the hint I'm giving for now. Also, I feel like the Caste System doesn't get the type of attention/use it deserves, so that's another thing you'll hopefully see.

XXXXX

"Kids die free!"

Moxxie innocently whistled as Charlie nervously laughed, Vaggie shot him a judgmental glare as she had to hold onto Nifty even more now, and Angel Dust laughed, "Oh, man! This sure brings back memories!"

"It's always something with someone," Vaggie said with disgust.

It made Moxxie shoot her a glare and he scoffed, "with all due respect, ma'am, I'm a demon. This is kind of the norm for us, Sinner."

Vaggie noticed the acid in his voice when he said that last part. She scoffed right back at him, "Whatever. Just keep your trigger finger down unless it's absolutely necessary around here."

"I'm a refined killer, ma'am, not some trigger happy buffoon," he had taken offense to even the mere notion he would even think about using his gun inappropriately… as far as hell went.

"Yeah, show this little man some respect, vagina," Angel Dust wagged one of his fingers at the grumbling woman while he ate some kick ass spaghetti Moxxie had made. Despite being hellborn, it tasted like something his Italian relatives used to whip him up. It almost made the spider man shed a tear, "this is some fuckin' good spaghett, Mox. Seriously, come by my room tonight. Ti faccio divertire, tesoro."

"I assure you your smile is more than enough," Moxxie told him and even said, "forse un'altra volta."

"Okay, now you're just teasing me, and buddy, that's my job," Angel Dust huskily growled as he started really eyeing Moxxie now.

"Oooh," Nifty moaned, "he's a foreign bad boy too… I think. Can demons be foreign? And how does he know Italian?"

That was an oddly serious question she asked and everyone just shrugged save for Moxxie and Charlie, the former who just rolled his eyes.

"Well, all that aside, I should head home. Or rather, my old shitty, ratty, disgusting, and no longer my apartment," he giggled that last part fast and giddly, elated to finally move out, "I'll pack all my stuff, head to work, then head here tomorrow. My new home."

"Don't get too excited, kid," Husk cut in as he cleaned a glass under Nifty's crazy eye, "the magic dies off real quick."

"Nonsense!" A new voice cut in, a transatlantic voice sounding like it was coming from a radio, but there were footsteps, and the sound of rubble being lifted was heard after, "the magic around us is always lively! How could it not be, this is hell after all!"

Moxxie blinked. That voice sounded familiar. And haunting. He turned to see none other than the great and horrifying Alastor walking towards them. One of the mightiest, if not the mightiest, Overlord who disappeared for seven years just to pop back up. A lot of demons, sinners especially, wondered if he had finally been finished off by the exorcists.

Of course they wouldn't get so lucky.

"And who's this plucky, sharply dressed, young Imp?" His voice cut through the turbulence in Moxxie's mind.

Moxxie cleared his throat and immediately raised his claw for a handshake, remembering that he heard the radio demon absolutely valued manners, "It's a p-pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."

That made Alastor raise a brow and his grin widened, "Oh, and well mannered! Pleasure to meet you!"

Moxxie felt like his arm was about to be taken right off and Alastor, as far as everyone else was seeing, was just shaking his hand, "so what brings you to our humble hotel? I doubt an Imp cares for the silly notion of redemption and last I checked, we already had a select staff."

"Not a cook though!" Charlie cut in before clearing her throat, "and he's a hero too! He saved Angel Dust from an exorcist!"

"Moxxie here also knows how to handle a firearm. Aside from me of course," Angel Dust wiggled his eyebrows at that, a sultry tone in the last sentence. Behind him, Husk rolled his eyes.

"Hmm," Alastor hummed. It was clear he wasn't impressed by much of it, but secretly, he was intrigued by the exorcist part, "and how does an Imp do that? Not to sell you short," Moxxie kept himself in check and didn't so much as glare at the Overlord, "but I'd be very interested in why and how you accomplished such a thing. It's not like an exorcist would have an interest in you and there's little that can be done to hurt them as far as I know."

Angel Dust and Moxxie shuddered, something Alastor immediately caught on too. Vaggie, thankfully, cut in, "He just shot at her. Angel told me the angel was caught off guard. He had time to beat it while Moxxie went the other way."

"Really, that simple?" Alastor pried as he kept his gaze on Moxxie.

"It's not like the guns here actually work on them. She probably got spooked," Charlie sighed in relief before hugging Angel Dust, not minding at all that he pushed her away, "I'm really glad though. Any needless death avoided makes everything better."

"Well, agree to disagree, but I do agree that we're glad we have our one, only, and top star patron," Alastor warbled as he tapped the top of Angel Dust's head with his cane. Moxxie nearly let out the loudest sigh of relief once Alastor stopped focusing so hard on him.

"Plenty of ways you could show that, strawberry pimp," Angel Dust wiggled his eyebrows again. Flirting with the overlord was always a good way to take his eye off the ball, at least for a little.

"Why of course, on the thirty first of February, haha!" Alastor's long way of saying, "never". But he looked back at Moxxie again, nearly making the Imp jump, "but, anywho, I welcome you among the staff and if the smell of that exquisite Italian dish is anything to go by, you're going to fit right in like a missing puzzle piece. I do hope you enjoy your time here, Mr. Moxxie."

"T-Thank you, sir!" Moxxie even bowed, making the Overlord smile with satisfaction before carrying on his way, Nifty not far behind him and blowing a brief, unhinged kiss to her new coworker.

"Afraid of him, huh?" Husk asked the Imp and drawing the remaining eyes on him, "don't be. Just don't push his buttons and he should leave you be. At least right now."

"And besides, I totally wouldn't let him hurt you," Charlie added with her bright smile and a hand on Moxxie's shoulder, "like my dad always says, "don't take shit from other demons"!"

Husk didn't help all that much, but Charlie did. Of course she did. Overlord or not, he was working under her… which he found out. There was no way this absolute sweetheart was forcing him too. If that was the case, a lot more "volunteers" would be here. But they weren't. So far, Charlie had yet to show any of her demonic heritage.

It was refreshing so far. Still, Moxxie always stayed weary.

Husk, meanwhile, almost looked at him and Angel Dust with pity. Alastor was taking an interest. Unless you're someone he saw as genuinely entertaining, that was never good. No way in hell he thought Moxxie was good company that fast, manners aside.

'Good luck, you two. You'll need it.'

XXX

"Thanks again, ma'am!" Moxxie waved back at Charlie, her and Vaggie dropping him off near his apartment.

"No, thank you, Moxxie," Charlie replied. She meant it. All of it, "have a good night!"

Moxxie waved goodbye until the limo sped off around the corner and he was left to trudge one last time to his Pride City Imp shit shack. He actually wanted to run excitedly back, like some highschool girl back from stabbing her first rival to death, but held back so no one would notice and start some mischief.

Another usual rundown building, but with no giant holes in it since it was Imp only. A rare and only perk of it.

"Well hi, Moxxie," a neighbor of his called out from one of the windows with a sneer, "you actually have a nightlife!?"

"Hi Kathy, glad to see you're not passed out again," Moxxie fired back as he walked in the door. A few flights of stairs as he passes by drug addicts, maybe a cadaver, and he was "home". A simple studio apartment. It was… adequate only thanks to the fact that he was naturally super clean and organized himself. Run down building or not, he would not live like an animal.

"Finally getting out of here," Moxxie happily sighed as he started packing his things, "after work tomorrow, I'll finally have an actual bed to sleep in as opposed to this… hunk of wood and rusty iron with foam on it."

He had possessions, quite a few treasured memorabilia, and all of it could fit in some boxes he could lug himself. Not the first time, but would hopefully be the last for a while.

He only froze for a second once a niggling fear began to etch itself into the back of his mind again. Alastor, Charlie, this whole idea of redeeming sinners in general. Moxxie was going to put himself under another powerful entity's thumb.

A lot of things could go wrong.

"Again," he muttered as he put away a case holding and obscuring a record. He took a look at it then his pistol. The one that actually killed the angel.

This was huge. Hell shattering news that only he and Angel Dust knew about as far as he knew. It hadn't obviously gotten out to the public, the news would've covered it, people would be raging, and there's no way Moxxie along with Angel Dust wouldn't be talking with higher ups right now… at least that's what he thought.

Either way, for now, it was best to not think about that. Hopefully, everything will be buried. He just wanted to think about what was in front of him, at least for now.

"You and Angel Dust are already quite the intriguing pair," Moxxie heard a voice say from his pocket. It made his eyes go wide and he quickly reached for it. All he heard was static and whispered with the undertone of that all too familiar voice, "I'll be keeping an eye on you both."

Alastor. It nearly made Moxxie hyperventilate. Someone breathing down his neck. Once again, he spoke, "don't worry. I just wanted to make things clear. I'll be seeing you for your first official night. So do get a good night's sleep."

The fuzz went away and the hell phone seemed to be back to normal, but that didn't stop Moxxie from letting out a choked gasp and throwing his phone out of the window.

"Ow! What the hell, Mox!?"

That made him immediately drop all of his fear and squint his eyes, "Wait… Blitz!?"

"N-no!"

XXX

"And… pull!" Moxxie shouted as Millie quickly threw a plastic plate with a picture of a family on it. In one fluid motion, Moxxie shot it to pieces with his pistols before blowing the smoke away.

It was finally the next day and they were enjoying some office work. Well, down time really.

"Oooh! You're good at this!" Millie clapped before she pulled out an array of knives and gave him a competitive grin, "okay, let me show you how it's really done!"

"By all means!" Moxxie said as he grabbed another plate. He couldn't help but share in her mouth, " And I told you I was a class A marksman!"

She winked at him, "After that shoot out during the commercials, it's not like I doubted!"

"Hey, I can't concentrate on my phone with you both sucking off, fatty," Loona's irritated growl cut in, making both Moxxie and Millie fold their arms, "tone it down will ya?"

"Ya know, it wouldn't kill ya compliment others every now and again," Millie retorted as she twirled her knives at the Hellhound like she was wagging her finger, "can ya at least say something positive?"

Loona scoffed and took a swig of her cheap liquor, "Only when I'm drunk, old lady."

"Old?" Millie repeated with an irritated twitch of her eye.

Their argument came to an abrupt end as Blitzo kicked open with the purple skinned sinner former teacher close behind him, "Listen up, cum pumps and Loony!" all eyes turned to him, "we've got our first contract and we're killin' a cheating ass hoe!"

Millie fist pumped and shouted, "Yes!"

"Sounds good to me," Moxxie said as he reloaded his guns.

"Finally," grumbled Loona as she pulled out the book.

Blitzo turned back to the client and said, "And ya know, for a little extra, we could off the entire bloodline and really stick your little wanna be hero butt slut, eh-eh, Layberry?"

Mrs. Mayberry gave him a brief look of disgust and lightly shoved his arm away, "As murderous as I am, I'd rather you just kill that bitch. Her husband is probably dealing with enough of that tramp and I'd rather not be responsible for the death of children. Even hers."

Blitzo gave her a cheeky grin and wiggled his brows, "You sure, we'll kill 'em for free!"

"Yeah, I'm good, thank you," Mrs. Mayberry deadpanned before walking after throwing her cigarette in the trash. Barely since it was almost full.

"Pfft, Sinners am I right," Blitzo chuckled once she was long gone, then started talking in a mocking voice and gave fake puppy dog eyes, "look at me, I have morals!"

"Pffft, haha!" Millie laughed and even Loona smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"I mean… I somewhat get it," Moxxie muttered before quickly adding, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, "not that it doesn't make any sense coming from a typical Sinner of course."

"Eh, she'll get over that holier than thou bullshit anyway," Blitzo waved off before gesturing to Loona, "Loony Toony, the portal!"

"Call me that one more time," Loona threatened before she did as instructed and opened a portal, "there."

"That's my girl," Blitzo cooed as he rubbed his face against hers. She was about to deck him until he pulled out a Hellhound treat, "want a treat!?"

She shoved him away, "What the fu-no!"

"More for me!" Blitzo shouted. He threw it in the air and caught it with his tongue.

Loona's mouth was agape and her eyes twitched, "You're fucking gross!"

"Alright, let's lick some ass!" Blitzo shouted as he grabbed the other two Imps.

Moxxie couldn't help but correct him though while Millie shook with excitement, "I mean that's kind of right… but no."

They landed in a wooded area and Blitzo threw him to the ground, "If I'm saying it, it's correct, Mox. We've been over this."

Millie hopped up and took a big whiff of the place before gagging, "Man, this place is way too… sterile. I'll never get over how Earth doesn't have fire lakes."

Moxxie coughed into his hand, "Well, in some places-"

"Yeah, can the geography history, there's the house!" Blitzo excitedly shouted as he pointed to a middle class home. With a perfect window view into the kitchen. A wife, a husband, and two kids, "oh, this'll be too easy!"

Blitzo turned to Moxxie and said, "Alright, so I talked it out with Mils and Loony before you came to work today," he jabbed a finger at Moxxie's chest, "still a little peeved you came in late today, by the way."

Moxxie had a rough night after the Alastor conversation. And Blitzo. But he didn't argue, "Apologies, sir."

"Anyway, we, mostly me, decided you get to make the first ever kill for IMP!" Blitzo said with his arms wide open while Millie clapped, "so go ahead and pull the trigger! Christen our ship mula-ville!"

Moxxie almost let out an excited squeak and immediately pulled out his sniper. He got into position thanks to the hill and trained his sniper on the target's head. Blonde, big tits, and motherly looks. Martha. All it would take was a quick and clean shot.

"You're nothing, Moxxie… should've killed ya in the womb…"

He growled as memories resurfaced and was about to pull the trigger. Blow her brains and be done. Until his hell phone actually rang and made him jump, causing him to lose focus, and made him fire his gun. Instead of hitting Martha, it hit the husband.

Everyone was frozen while Moxxie quickly rushed to shut it off. Until he noticed that it was Charlie calling. He answered while Blitzo shouted, "What the fuck!? No calls on the job! Millie, damage control!"

Millie pulled out her knife and with a wicked grin, asked, "Family slaughter!?"

Blitzo nodded, "Family slaughter."

While they were busy taking out the target and her kids by this point, Moxxie had to speak to his other employer. He was going to say something until Charlie beat him to it, "Hi Moxxie, just wanted to let you know that we got your new room ready and to wish you the best of luck at your current job… minus the killing part of course."

"I mean no disrespect, but I'm kind of busy!" Moxxie hastily told her.

"Huh?" from the other side, Charlie heard the gunshots and gasped, "Oh shit, sorry!"

She hung up. Moxxie sighed as he turned back only to see a blood soaked furious Blitzo and energized Millie walking up to him. Blitzo's looked ready to pimp slap Moxxie's head off and he quickly apologized, "Sir, I'm so sorry! That call was completely unexpected and she just wanted to check up on me!"

"Wait, hold on," Blitzo's anger seemed to dissipate, "check up on you? Ohoho, someone's interested in you?"

"Well -"

"That was awesome!" Millie cheered with double first pump before she pouted and pointed at Moxxie, "but make sure to keep yer aim steady, eh Moxxie?"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Ah, nope, I'm reprimanding you," Blitzo told him as he started calling Loony, "I've seen you in a gunfight before, so there was no reason that should've happened! That was a damn near shit show! Luckily for us, we happened to target backwoods hicks or else this would've been a whole night! And no, we're not telling the client jack shit save for Martha being dead, m'kay!?"

Moxxie blinked and looked at his hands, 'that shouldn't have happened…'

The portal had already opened and while Moxxie was lost in thought, Blitzo quickly grabbed him by the neck like he was a chicken and pulled him in.

XXX

"Yep, blew that bitch-es brains out all over the walls myself!" Blitzo bragged. He actually just shot out her eye after Millie sliced her legs off. Then they went for the kids.

The office was having a small celebration to savor their first official contract. And she was a part of it.

"Thank you. You're actually worth the pay." Mrs. Mayberry said with a curt nod before taking another bite of the cake on her plate, "and this cake isn't half bad either."

"I'm just glad you managed to get a hit done so smoothly," Loona explained tiredly.

"Don't sound too excited," Millie grumbled before nudging Moxxie, "so, aside from the first part, did ya enjoy it?"

"The mortal earth is… interesting," Moxxie replied with a small uneasy chuckle.

"Oh, I meant the kill, Mox," Millie giggled, "that was yer first human kill, right?"

"Oh, yeah, that was nice," he leaned in to whisper, "just wish it was the target."

"Always next time," Millie told him. He had to say, she was pretty nice. Not a lot of nice Imps wherever you go. Even nicer than Blitzo even.

"Now I just need to find out where to go," Mrs. Mayberry muttered with a sense of unease, "Like I told you… I'm not exactly built for this place."

"Sure you are!" Blitzo exclaimed, "that's why you're here, tits!"

"I killed out of passion and blind rage," Mrs. Mayberry argued.

And Blitzo didn't care, "Yep! And now you can use it here."

"Well, can-"

"Ah, before you ask, no one in this building is gonna hire a Sinner," Blitzo already had an idea she was gonna ask and may as well do her the favor of ripping off that bandaid now, "you guys already have your own thing and we got ours. I'm sure you can teach some former prison junkies to read or some shit at a school. Or something. Plus, we're full."

Mrs. Mayberry was about to get red in anger again, but took a moment to just settle down as she went back to her roots and analyzed the situation. This was hell, there was a system, set boundaries, and she was lucky she wasn't being tortured or something as of now, that she could get some revenge, some closure. This was… her afterlife. She had to stick with it. So she gave him a defeated, "Right."

"Fantastic! Anyway, help yourself and feel free to get out unless you want another person dead," Blitzo laughed before starting to shower Loona with very unwanted affection.

Moxxie, despite talking with Millie, couldn't help but notice. Under normal circumstances, a demon shouldn't pay such a thing any mind. Moxxie should've just… not cared like Millie or Loona, or even outright told her like it is the way Blitzo did. And this was the nicest way around here.

Yet, once again, it didn't feel right just like letting Angel Dust die that night didn't feel right deep in Moxxie's gut. So, he came to a decision the second the former teacher walked out the door.

"Excuse me," Moxxie told his team before heading out the door.

"What's he doin'?" Millie asked only for Blitzo to shrug.

"Probably tryin' to tap some teacher ass with his baby dick because he needs a mommy!" Blitzo harshly teased as he nudged Millie.

In actuality, Moxxie wanted to chat and quickly squeezed in the elevator right before it could shut, barely missing his tail, "hold on!"

"Woah now!" Mrs. Mayberry shouted in surprise, "You know, I could've held the door open."

"Not in this building," Moxxie wheezed before composing himself, "Anyway, I overheard your conversation with my boss."

The former teacher quickly cut in with an angry huff, "He's very charming."

"Tell me about it," Moxxie agreed with her sentiments, "but… I wanted to maybe offer you an idea."

"For what? A job?" Mrs. Mayberry grunted as she started listing off what she heard, "All I've heard, aside Blitz's idea, is turf wars, drugs, and pornography, none of which I'm interested in. Especially when it comes to bartering my own soul."

"And no one told you about any hotels?"

"None that aren't filled with the same sleazy shit," she hissed as she looked away from him. She only glanced at him again when she asked, "why?"

Moxxie rubbed the back of his head. Never thought he'd be promoting this, "Ever heard of the Hazbin Hotel. It's… a new hotel for sinners to try to redeem themselves and I just so happen to be starting work there tonight."

That made Mrs. Mayberry quirk a brow. That did sound tempting. Too tempting, "what's so special about this place? Any catches?"

"It's pretty new, both the hotel and concept," Moxxie answered truthfully, "there's a few billboards up for it and it overlooks a lot of the city's in the Pride Ring. Like I said, it's a place to try and redeem yourself. I'm not guaranteeing anything or throwing false hope. And yes, it's free."

That sounded… rather sketchy. But then again, it was Hell, so everything was sketchy. So, the Sinner clicked her tongue and lit up another cigarette. After a puff and the elevator door opened, she said, "then I'll think about it. What's your name again?"

"Moxxie," he held out his arm for a handshake and gave her a smile.

"Ruth Mayberry," She shook his hand, but didn't smile back, before tossing a finished cigarette away from her pocket then started walking. There wasn't a trash in sight anyway and IMPs was full so she said screw it, "see ya. Maybe."

Another gesture of kindness that felt right to the Imp. Still, it was much better to keep that part to himself for now. Speaking of which, he went back up to see Blitzo already closing down the office with Millie and Loona beside him. And thankfully, Millie had some of his stuff.

"There he is!" Blitzo pointed to Moxxie after he locked the door, "now that you're done tongue punching that fat purple butt-"

"Far from what was happening," Moxxie groaned in exasperation.

Blitzo pulled him for a one arm huh he could barely pull himself out of, "Now you can join us for a little company outing. Night's just starting and I haven't fucked nor sucked anyone yet!"

"Could you not!" Loona angrily blurted as she bonked his head with her fist. This helped Moxxie break from his grip.

"About that, sir," Moxxie grunted before straightening his bowtie, "I can't."

"Wha-why the fuck not!?" Blitzo shouted and the other two gave him perplexed looks. Though, Loona didn't care all that much.

And then he laid out the bombshell, "Because I have a second job."

"You fucking what!?" Blitzo was wide eyed and almost shaking, "what the hell would you need that for!?"

"More money?" Moxxie answered with a shrug, greatly taken a back by Blitzo's reaction, "and why the heaven are you so upset?"

Blitzo blinked before trying to play off as cool as he could, "I just think it's stupid when you're a part of a badass team such as mine about to already rake it in. And you clearly need a social life."

"You were teasing me earlier today about a girlfriend," Moxxie deadpanned, "and by the way, that was my boss."

"Ha. No way your fucking your way up in the world," Loona jabbed at him, making the Imp growl.

"You're right, I was hired thanks to my actual merit, miss nepotism," Moxxie shot back.

"Well I support 'em," Millie cut in with a wink, "if he wants to work two jobs then get off his back, it's his choice."

Moxxie sighed in relief, glad to have some back up against the father-adopted daughter duo, "Thank you, I'm glad someone here understands."

"Oh my Satan, fine, your loss," Blitzo threw his hands up in the air. It's not like he was gonna fire Moxxie or some petty action like that. But he was still upset, "who the hell else are you working for anyway?"

Moxxie thought about not saying anything, but that probably wouldn't help. And he did want to share something with someone after such a while, even his newer coworkers, "Promise not to laugh?'

Blitzo shrugged, "No, but we all know I'm gonna pry anyway if you don't share."

"I won't laugh," Millie then had a thought hit and added, "unless it's the circus, but laugh in a good way. The circus is fun!"

Loona was on her phone, "I literally don't care about you."

Moxxie let out a held breath and answered them, "I now work as a cook for the Hazbin Hotel."

A brief silence. They blinked. Then they started to laugh. Yes, including Loona. Blitzo was the first to say, "Ah, Mox, you're as funny as a car crash!"

"Guys… I'm serious."

They laughed even harder, though Millie was trying her best not to, but failing.

"No offense, darlin', but why there?" Millie said as she put herself back together, "that place is a… a-"

"A massive fucking joke!" Loona laughed, actually holding Blitzo's shoulder for support, "seriously, even a softy like you sees past the whole "redemption" bullshit the princess is trying to peddle.``

"Tell me she's at least giving you something besides money, you need it from the embarrassment of working there," Blitzo wheezed there before wiping his eyes.

Moxxie folded his arms and narrowed his eyes, "If you must know, I'm getting my own room."

Loona let out a satisfied sigh before saying, "Well, we found the big reason."

'If only she knew,' Moxxie mumbled in his head.

Millie put a hand on his shoulder, the last of the laughter leaving her, "Well, I still support ya at least."

And that felt good to hear.

"Yeah, I'm with Mills on that, a free room is a free room," Blitzo said, ruining it, "if that's it then, I'll bust your balls tomorrow. Ladies, let's ride!"

Millie waved back at him, "See ya tomorrow, Mox!"

"Later," was all Loona said as her focus was back on her phone. But that was an improvement from the uninterested grunts he got before.

And that left Moxxie alone with his thoughts.

XXX

There was one building in the Pride Ring's Sinner city that stayed completely untouched. A blue building with accents of gold and seemingly bathed in Angelic Light.

This building was one of the very, very few connections to Heaven. And that was temporary because right now, two prominent Angelic beings were inside. A portly angel and exorcist that radiated "right hand woman" energy.

"Dead, Adam," the woman said with intense venom, "an exorcist gunned down in cold blood."

A plate of ribs was by the angel sitting down, but he was so pissed he didn't even look at them, "no shit, I can see that. What I don't have are two important details. How and who? Their weaponry don't work on us and who the hell would be able to put up a fight!? Their little overlord cucks or whatever only stay alive because they hold up in their little shit hovels!"

"There is her," the exorcist hissed as she clenched her fists, "but I doubt the reject would do this. She doesn't have proper gun training and I doubt she'd be good for it with her depth perception."

"You're right, danger tits," Adam leaned back in his seat and put his fingers together, "so, that means we got ourselves a brave, resourceful, and dead as fuck demon down there who merced one of ours."

The exorcist got an ominous feeling and asked her superior, "Do you think it's coming?"

"Nah, or else a lot of those dumb fucks would be riled up then Sera would've given me a shit ton of paper work from the higher ups themselves," he shuddered as such a thought, "Whoever did at least saved us some trouble and bailed the fuck out of telling anyone so far. Probably didn't want any spotlight," Adam surmised.

The exorcist couldn't help but snort, "Isn't that giving them too much credit, sir?"

"Maybe," Adam shrugged as he tried in his seat, "but like the old saying goes, in a sea of hoes, you're bound to lay your hands on that one pair of tits with a brain."

"Truer words," the exorcist agreed.

"Hey, you know what, I've been getting requests from the demon princess lately. Says she wants to talk about the exterminations," Adam turned back to the exorcist with a smirk "let's set up a date, Lute. Maybe we can get some answers from Luci's kid."