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"Odette, Clara," a woman spoke before she began speaking in Spanish, "what have you brought?"

"I double checked as instructed, mother," two Sinner demons, one blonde in a lab coat and the other with white hair in a more athletic outfit, were standing in front of an Overlord at her desk. Long white hair in two long upright ponytails, "the model is still unaccounted for."

"I tried to shake down any Imp that looked the least bit shady," the other Sinner nursing a bruise on her arm and shoulder, "nothing from the urchins… I got my hands on a more shady one, but someone shot me. They started kicking me right after too. Assholes."

A disappointing sigh left the Overlord's mouth. For most lower Sinners, this would be something to fear. But for the two in front of her, it just left a bad feeling in their mouths.

"That prototype needs to be recovered and ASAP. Even if it's left the Pride Ring," "that thing could be our answer to defend ourselves. I don't want it in the hands of some fool."

XXX

"That was some bitchin' dinner last night, Mox!" Blitzo slapped Moxxie so hard on the back he nearly fell over and spilled his coffee after they walked in the IMP room.

"Thank you, sir," his smile quickly turned into a snarl, "and stop showing up to the hotel!"

That's right, for the past couple of days, Blitzo continued to "spy" on Moxxie and show up at the hotel. He was starting to become a regular, a possibility Moxxie feared. The demon just wanted to insert himself into other people's lives. And Moxxie has been the prime target as of late.

Blitzo shrugged him off and laughed, "Oh come, you're still sore over that! They love us!"

"And I like that bar," Loona chimed in from behind, still looking at gossip on her phone, "they actually have some good shit."

"Moxxie, you invited them over and not me!?" Millie cut in as she set down a stack of papers on a desk bigger than her and she was giving him puppy dog eyes. And unlike Blitzo, that had an effect on him, "And you even gave 'em leftovers!?"

Moxxie immediately held up his hands, "I didn't invite them, Millie, they barged into my life as usual!"

Loona looked up from her fun and there was a little growl on her tone, "Again, fatty, that was all Blitz."

"You are complicit," Moxxie continued to argue before he pointed to Blitzo, "and you are invasive!"

"Hey don't get all upset because I know how to take charge, Mox," Blitzo casually replied before he opened the meeting room door and gestured for everyone to get in, "now enough pre morning bs, it's time to get to business! Spring break executions!"

"We already have a client for that?" Millie asked as they all took their seats. On the board were poorly made drawings of them, what they assumed were… spring breakers, and even Verosika herself.

"If you let me finish, I could tell you," Blitzo even moved his head back and forth for that one, a little sassy emphasis, "I set us up for a demon duel!"

Moxxie's eyes nearly bugged out, "What!?"

"Really!?" Millie, on the other hand, was excited.

And Loona asked, "For what?"

With a grin, Blitzo said, "In a little over a week we're gonna go up there and show those STD spreading walking cum buckets that Imps are better demons!"

That made everyone blink and Moxxie asked, "When the heaven did you do this!?"

"Oh, yesterday after you all left," Blitzo cutely stuck out his tongue before he went into an explanation.

XXX

"Evening shit stain," Verosika greeted as Blitzo stepped out, "how's your sad little business going?"

"Fine and dandy, how's your whore life going?" Blitzo shot back with a mirthless smile.

"Fine and dandy," Verosika grinned back, smug, "because I can actually park near the building."

"I bet you had something to do with that!" Blitzo exploded and pointed an accusing finger at her. Earlier that day, their other parking spot was officially taken and they had to spend nearly an hour for one. After a firebombing of course, "You're so spiteful and completely immature!"

"You wish I was, your projecting little prick!" Verosika hissed back actually a little more angry he would say that. Even after all this time had passed, she couldn't tolerate that projecting.

"You know what, I'm getting sick of you and your little troop of SA convicts making googly eyes at my employees! Those two hotties are for me to look at!" Blitzo growled as his hands made strangling motions. Luckily, he didn't notice any advances or stares at Loona.

He would've busted out the chainsaw.

That gave Verosika an absolutely evil idea, "Hey, you can't blame me for that. Especially that little bowtie guy waddling around with that wagon behind him."

Blitzo had to take a second to process what she had said. With a growl, he asked, "What the fuck did you just say me, bitch?"

"You heard me," Verosika leaned down and got right in his face, "that fat fucking wagon he likes to drag behind him. Every day, I can't help but stare at him for having the audacity to walk in here double cheeked up on a weekday like he's out on a weekend."

XXX

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you two?" Moxxie muttered as all eyes fell on him, Loona glaring and Millie smirking about a fellow woman of culture, "I mean, that's flattering. But still!"

"Hey, don't interrupt me!"

XXX

"That ass is not for you! Besides, he's a prude anyway!" Blitzo was now right in her face and they both bared their fangs, "and I called dibs!"

Verosika stood up properly, making Blitzo stumble, and smirked, "Aw, does that get under your skin? Knowing those little shorties have a shot at me where you fucked up?"

"You know what!? I challenge you to a… challenge!" he reared his head back and sighed, "Dammit, I said that twice!"

"Oh, a demon duel? For what, your parking space?"

"That's right!"

She looked to the side and seemed as though she would refuse, "And what do I get if I win? I'm not playing just to humiliate your bitch ass. As satisfying as that would be."

And Blitzo was now smirking, "Moxxie for the rest of your time here!"

XXX

"Oh crumbs, you actually did bet me!" Moxxie gasped.

Blitzo patted his right shoulder, "Relax, Moxxie! They're not gonna win. And besides, they have a safety word if things get too bad."

Moxxie slapped his hand away and deadpanned, "That's not the point, Sir."

"Okay, shady business aside fer now," Millie mumbled, giving Blitzo a disapproving glance, "what exactly is the duel?"

"We need to kill more people the they can fuck!" Blitzo was awfully proud of this one.

"Is that it?" Millie huffed and gave Moxxie a reassuring look, "Mox, we got this shit in the bag!"

"Just the idea alone of being bet makes me shake," Moxxie muttered as memories resurfaced.

"Wait, does that mean Fatty has more people interested in him?" Loona growled to everyone's surprise, especially at the thought of him being near the Hellhound Vortex, "No, scratch that, if he loses, he gets more time to hangout with cool demons! Really, Blitz!?"

"That is not the issue!" Moxxie shouted.

"Jeez, you almost sound upset I didn't bet you," Blitzo mumbled about Loona, "which I would never do even for all the money in Mammon's ass crack."

"Whatever," Loona grumbled.

"Anyway, in a few days we're going on a killing spree!"

"As fun as wholesale slaughter of human apes is," Moxxie cut in, tapping his hoof on the floor, "The whole point of our company is contracts. And she knows that."

"Watch this," Blitzo pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled. He held it out and it was clearly a childish flier advertisement of "Spring Break Sales" for a specific beach with the company, "bam!"

Millie and Moxxie blinked, the former asking, "Is that supposed to be like a flier?"

"No dumb-dumb, it is a flier!" Blitzo retorted, quickly adding something with pink crayon. He quickly ran out of the room and everyone decided to follow him.

Suddenly, Loona nudged the usual target of her insults and told him, "Moxxie, do me a favor and give me Vortex's number when we lose."

The only response Moxxie could muster was, "Why?"

"Don't ask me questions. Just do it and I won't call you fat… for a day," Loona propositioned.

Moxxie's left eye twitched before he walked faster ahead of her. Millie, having heard, shot Loona a deadpan glare and she flipped her off. Once they were outside, they saw Blitzo nailing his flier on a pole and smiled in satisfaction.

"Sir, this is going to accomplish nothing," Moxxie spoke first. But, like magic, he heard numerous footsteps behind him and turned to see dozens of sinners lined up. His eyes twitched again until he yelled, "oh fuck off!"

"And that's why I'm the boss!" Blitzo chuckled before he grabbed Moxxie and spun him towards the building doors, "now shut the heaven up and get that paperwork going!"

XXX

Sir Pentious couldn't help but stare at all the sinners lining up to look at some admittedly tasteful art eloquently offering discount murder rates for people on the surface.

He couldn't help but sigh wistfully thinking back to the days he used to hire contract killers to the living world. Now everyone he knew back then was long dead. Even that one beautiful harlot who's hand he gazed up on.

With no glove.

Now everyone is scandalous these days. Especially here in Hell!

"Hmm… maybe I should hire them to kill someone. Never out of season to preemptively ssstrike your potential enemies," Sir Pentious reasoned as he rubbed his hands together.

"What are you… on about?" Some random bird sinner rasped as Sir Pentious Egg Boys continued to beat him with bats.

"Quiet you!" And then the snake demon shot him with his laser gun, disintegrating his head. He began whistling an old war tune as he put his gun away and started merrily strolling over to the line. Sure, a demon of his caliber just went on a murder spree and cut to the front.

But he wasn't a monster! Rather, a gentleman of the finer arts. Such as small scale doomsday weaponry.

So he would wait his turn. But he couldn't help but notice something at the end of the line. It seemed as though they were heading to an Imp establishment. Which wasn't surprising as they had also put out a sign with that acronym.

'Rather on the nose, but no matter,' Sir Pentious had to give those imps some admiration. Despite being the lowest citizen, they could make do. He couldn't fault a group of people for the circumstances in which they were born, but could respect them rising above.

He learned this a long time ago once he made a sort of… peace with his social standing.

"Moxxie! Get that fat wobbling wagon out here!"

"Sir, please address me with some decency!"

"Moxxie!?" Sir Pentious recalled the imp who shot at him. He believed that was his name. He couldn't forget such a humiliation, especially after the shooting of his poor hat. Poor thing wouldn't stop crying for at least five minutes.

Five minutes!

"Hey!" Sir Pentious quickly slithered atop the bull demon in front of him to get a bird's eye view of the scene and his egg boys even started crawling on him to see too.

He immediately recognized the imp and gasped, "it is him! This is my chance! My chance at vengeance! Mwahahaha-agh!"

"Get off!" Sir Pentious was quickly grabbed, swung like a lasso, and found himself painfully wrapped around a pole.

"Ouch…" Sir Pentious muttered. If he had been up there a little longer, he would've also noticed Millie walk out next.

"Man, that is a lot of sinners for just one spot?"

"Some Sinners are so crooked they just want another person dead," Blitzo chuckled with satisfaction, "it's almost like they're true demons."

"Hey," a gelatin demon rattled.

"Shut up and sign, blob boy," Blitzo told him.

"As long as I'm not traded away like a pet, I couldn't care less who they ask us to kill, especially some boozed out teen," Moxxie grunted as he set down another large stack of papers. He glared at Loona and hissed, "would it hurt you to do some work!?"

"I'm guarding right now," Loona deadpanned as she continued to look at her phone and glance at the building… looking for Vortex.

"Moxxie, don't bother Loony," Blitzo scolded before he went over to nuzzle her, much to her annoyance, "especially when she's doing such a great job!"

"Ugh," she eye rolled.

Moxxie and Millie glanced at each other before the former shook his head while the latter just shrugged. It was what it was.

In a split second, there was a loud boom and screams of panic as a blimp came into view from on high. The employees of IMP immediately got down and went into their natural fight mode. Moxxie immediately recognized it and his pupils shrank, "oh no…"

A loud speaker turned on and they heard an evil laugh from within, "Mwahahaha! Foolish imp of the hotel!"

Everyone turned to Moxxie while the Sinners all started finding cover, Blitzo growling, "Explain!"

"He's the guy I told you about from dinner that night!" Moxxie replied as he pulled out his rifle and Millie pulled out a war ax.

Blitzo looked puzzled, "The guy who keeps getting your order wrong!?"

"No, the mad serpent who keeps attacking the hotel at least weekly!" Moxxie hissed.

"I see… who?"

That made Moxxie's right eye twitch, "Learn to pay attention!"

"Learn to tell a frickin' story!" Blitzo retorted.

And Millie snapped her fingers, "Can y'all both pay attention - wait, Mister Pentious?"

Moxxie was shocked, "You know him too!?"

"Why does everyone know everyone and they're fucking weirdos!?" Loona was getting tired of other people's interesting social lives. Especially the ones that involved other demons with screws loose.

"Ahem," everyone looked back up to the blimp overhead as they heard Sir Pentious speak with immense irritation, "I'm sorry, am I not a current threat!?"

"No, not really!" Moxxie retorted as he fiddled with a grenade with irritated look of his own

"Hey, Moxxie don't be so rude, he's threatening!" Moxxie nearly fumbled from heading Millie say that.

"Thank you, Miss Millie," And Sir Pentious was pleased, but his pleasure quickly turned back into scorn, "but I'm afraid pleasantries must end here! For you see, I ssseek vengeance on you, Moxxie!"

"What for!?" The imp shouted.

"Remember my hat!?"

Moxxie thought back to the first time they met and glared at him, "That was self defense!"

"And this is vengeance!" Sir Pentious began arming the cannons and his egg boys began reading their own weapons, "have at thee!"

Moxxie groaned and held up a hand while lowering his rifle, "Could you please refrain right now, this is my work and I'm developing a headache-"

"I said, Have at thee!" Sir Pentious roared and the IMP company got ready for a fight. That was until there was a loud crack and a large piece of concrete found itself flying into his warship, "No, my hull!"

"Get the fuck," everyone turned to see a giant mostly pink and neon green dinosaur woman lifting up giant pieces of rubble and throwing it, "outta here!"

"Ah! Mark my words, you'll all rue this day!" another large chunk hit something and, judging from the explosion, it was important, "But at a later date! Tata!"

He quickly tried to fly off only for it to explode and his blimp to find itself crashing into a building. More screams and chaos ensued, but it was much farther away from them.

"So," the dinosaur woman was walking towards them, her mere footsteps making the round shake, "you imps still working? Cause I have quite a few contracts that need doin'."

Blitzo quickly put on his business face and tried to suavely say, "Yes, yes we do."

Everyone was relieved, but Moxxie had gotten a text. A text from Charlie that read, "Hey Moxxie, I hate to bother you, but do you think you can pick up Angel Dust after work? Me and Vaggie will be a little busy and I don't want him to walk alone. Things are getting a little more hectic."

He hummed as he thought about that. It's not like Angel Dust was his responsibility and he's a grown Sinner… but on the other hand, Angel Dust wasn't a negative aspect of his life. Plus, he was on the way there, only a slight detour.

'Why not,' Moxxie mentally asked himself, 'I let Blitzo get away with too much and still feed him. And Angel Dust is… nice enough. Besides, I already killed an Angel for him.'

A feeling of discomfort washed over him as he remembered that. A shocking action he knew, in the back of his head, wouldn't go away. But he put it away, for the time being, to just focus on now.

He texted back, "I'd love to, Charlie."

XXX

"Good fucking God, you fuck like an over eager virgin," Angel Dust huffed angrily as he flopped back down on the pillow and lit a cigarette, "at least I'm able to fake it. Even if I liked broads you'd be terrible at it."

The purple wolf woman, obviously dejected, tried to argue, "But you came and -"

"Cause he was fucking my ass," Angel Dust jabbed one of his thumbs at a bull skull Sinner, "just drop it and go."

While the wolf girl muttered curses, a certain moth demon was walking forward. The one and only Valentino.

"Not bad, my little Angel," he purred as he walked up to the bed, making Angel Dust's whole body stiffen, "I told you'd be great for experimenting."

"Thank you, Val," Angel Dust muttered, trying his best to sound more happy than he ever really was around the Overlord.

"But you know, good performance aside," Angel Dust knew where this conversation was going, "If you're not going to be at the studio for so long, I'm gonna need more hours out of you."

"Right," The spider demon muttered. But he felt a sudden urge come over him and he spoke more of his thoughts on impulse, "hey Valentino, you'd know I'd never argue with you and-"

"And what exactly?" Valentino's tone had clear aggravation. He didn't want to hear, but he'd pretend to humor him.

Angel Dust suppressed a gulp and started speaking quickly, "Charlie, ya know how broads are, might get a little… ya know, she might start pestering and-"

"And how is that our problem?" Valentino interrupted.

The ex Mafia Sinner was trying to speak quicker, "Because she's really pushy despite being butterflies and shit, so-"

"And your point?" his Overlord interrupted again.

"Excuse me!" The doors were shoved open and Angel Dust recognized that voice, "It's past 10pm! Charlie Morningstar herself wanted him back to the hotel!"

Everyone was surprised to see a mere Imp walking towards them with a serious expression. Especially Valentino.

He even lifted up his shades, "And who is this?"

Angel Dust tried to block his view, but Valentino kept him to the side, "Uh, no one important, he-"

"I'm Moxxie, a pleasure to meet you," he greeted. He held his arm out for a handshake shake, but all he received was a quirked brow. He ignored that and continued, "I'm on business from Miss Charlie Morningstar herself. And she told me his official hours had ended."

"He's on overtime."

"About that," Moxxie was unphased, "Charlie said she wanted him home tonight. They're doing important exercises tonight."

"What a coincidence, so are we," Valentino was being passive aggressive now. Not the worst thing for Angel Dust, but definitely didn't entail good.

But as the conversation went on, Valentino started to recognize who exactly he was talking to, the face he remembered from the camera feed Vox provided.

"Hmmm, you seem familiar. Angel darling," and he looked over to the spidery femboy, "is this that the Imp I heard you talk about on the phone?"

Angel Dust went wide eyed and mentally cured himself for actually speaking about him around the studio. He also blamed the hotel crew for prying so much, "Y-yeah."

The Overlord grinned, "Oh! You were right, he does an absolute wagon behind him."

"You said what about me?" Moxxie didn't even seem shocked, just disappointed.

And Angel Dust retorted, "This can't be the first time you've heard this?"

"More importantly," Valentino began to take on a sickeningly sweet tone, "he's your little knight in a shining tuxedo."

And around him everyone, save for Angel Dust with a nervous smile, began to mockingly laugh.

"Flattering way to put it," Moxxie groused as his opinion of most Sinners proved true around here, 'lousy rotten wayward souls.'

But then Valentino bent low and huffed out some pink smoke. When he touched Moxxie's face, the little Imp shook, "You know, you could make some serious money working for me. Way more than what the devil's princesa is paying you for sure."

"With all due respect, I doubt that," Moxxie muttered as he pulled back and inched towards Angel Dust, "but as nice as it is to hear my praise, I'm on a short schedule and we really should be going. Our time is important after all."

Valentino couldn't help but snort, "Este pendejo diablillo cree se cree demasiado importante!"

Moxxie's eyebrow twitched and he cleared his throat, stopping the laughter, "Creo que Angel Dust nunca te dijo que también hablo Español, verdad?"

That made Valentino and a few others, Angel Dust included, freeze up. The Overlord quickly smirked however, tittering, "you are interesting."

"And you are needlessly rude," Moxxie retorted, making Valentino glare back, "Enough of this. Charlie wants him home. And I doubt the devil's daughter cares for your opinion on the matter."

"Hey Moxxie, enough already!" Angel Dust shouted, now getting in the Imp's face and making him flinch, "this is my work. My boss. My livelihood. Go wait outside or go to the hotel without me, alright? Charlie can wait!"

Moxxie was shocked and Valentino, behind Angel Dust, smirked at him. He savored even the small victories. Still, he wanted to set an example out of the little Imp who dared to assert himself in his studio. But as he was thinking of all the ways to get back at him, his phone buzzed and he got a text from Vox.

"If you have any overtime plans, cancel them. We need to have a meeting. Tonight."

Valentino wanted to groan and throw someone around for that. But Vox rarely pulled shit like this unless it was urgent, so reluctantly he spoke up and said, "Actually, everyone, we're done. I have some important shit to do. So go home. I no longer care."

But then he glanced at Moxxie and Angel Dust before an evil smirk came to his face, "But… let me be clear. Next time you give me a heads up. I don't barge into business and stir shit up, do I? I'm owed some common fucking courtesy."

"Fair enough. I suppose I was rash," Moxxie relented, if only to keep things somewhat civil despite his instincts saying otherwise, "I'll call next time."

"Such a good boy," Valentino purred, making Moxxie nearly growl, before starting walking away and everyone began to disperse. That left Angel Dust and Moxxie.

"Angel Dust," the only Imp began as he could the indignant anger on Angel Dust's face, "I'm sorry if-"

"Don't," but the Sinner quickly held a hand up, "let me get my shit and we can go."

Moxxie wanted to say more, but knew better, opted to settle on, "Of course."

In hindsight, that wasn't his best move. But he heard about how… horrendous, even by hell standards the porn setting was around in the Pride Ring. To be fair, everywhere here was awful, even for the natives, but still. And he got worried when Angel Dust hadn't been outside yet. But hopefully, such an incident like this wouldn't happen again.

… And maybe Moxxie just felt the need to do this for himself. Proof he was getting better. Still, it was easy to talk big when Lucifer's daughter was at your back. He just hoped Angel Dust would see that too.

XXX

"That fucking little imp!" Valentino immediately shouted once he entered Vox's netting room and shark tank. Naturally, he was the last to show up, "he was born with bronze balls to come into my studio and act all tough to my face! An Imp talking shit with an Overlord!"

Velvette actually looked "Who the hell are you talking about? I thought Imp's mostly stayed out of our way."

"Angel Dust's little hero!" Valentine growled as he slammed his fist on Vox's table, "Moxxie apparently! What the fuck kind of stupid stage name is that anyway!?"

"One problem at a time, Val," Vox began as he turned around like some sort of James Bond villain. All he needed was the cat and the eye patch, "we have bigger matters to attend to, at least for now?"

Valentino was absolutely offended by that comment, "What's bigger than mildly attractive Imp trash thinking he could even breathe the same air I do!?"

"Alastor and his business with the hotel run by the daughter of Lucifer himself," Vox clarified and that made the other two Vees roll their eyes. Much to his annoyance.

Valentino shot back with, "And how is that important?"

"That slag isn't even our problem, he just hangs in a tacky rat hole then walks to that town run by that old bitch Rosie or whatever," Velvette scoffed.

"And that's where you're both wrong," Vox pressed a button and it showed surveillance of where Alastor had been in the city.

In his head he commented on his partners heatedly, 'You're both so short sighted you couldn't even see your hand in front of you.'

"Alastor himself is a power imbalance for us. Think about it," he glanced at Velvette, "I know this is before your time and history isn't your strong suit, but pay attention."

"Whatever," Velvette huffed while still keeping her eyes on her phone. But she would listen. She did have at least that much respect for her allies.

"Alastor was responsible for subjugation and even culling of powerful, notable Overlords in the past. And he did that all on a whim," Vox said as he watched the screens flicker from the Radio Demon, "he doesn't care about power. And that makes him dangerous. Even more so than the old one Zestial. And I've been around long enough to know that whenever Alastor is around something, it spells trouble for the rest of us!"

"And it has nothing to do with your hate boner," Valentino chirped as he started bedazzling his gun.

Somewhere a certain Imp nearly developed an ulcer.

"Fuck off!" Vox growled only to adjust himself as the moth demon smirked, "I mean, no."

"So what exactly should we do about it?" Velvette asked.

Vox let out a breath, "First step is monitoring that Lyme disease spreading freak. We need someone on the inside of the hotel."

"We could get a bitch and put something inside of them," Valentino advised, "that's how I get my bitches to behave."

"An interesting idea. But the problem is we need to make sure there's nothing that leads back to us. And they need to be expendable," Vox reasoned.

"So someone expendable and with no direct ties to us," Velvette pulled up a picture from a feed of a certain snake demon crashing into a building, "I think we'll know who would work."

Vox and Velvette developed evil fanged grins, but Valentino was left out of the loop, "Who?"

"Sir Pentious," Vox deadpanned.

"Who the fuck is that?"

And then Vox smiled, "Exactly."