An: Oh boy, love people putting some pieces together on what I'm doing and how I'm doing. Also we're getting some origins here and yes, I'll be sure to do it for all of IMP.

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XXX

"I can't believe you did that, Mox," Blitzo drunkenly mumbled as he laid in the back of his car. Moxxie and Millie were driving him along with Loona back home before the Thespian went to his night job. Blitzo was slowly coming to, after throwing up of course, and the reality was eating away at him.

To distract from this, Moxxie turned to his coworker and asked her, "Hey… how did you and Blitzo meet, Millie?"

"Funny story," she giggled, "It was a local concert set up for Imps…"

XXX

A night in the Wrath ring's deserts were either blazing scorches near the volcano pits or freezing cold. There was never an in between, but the Imps born there made do with what they could.

Especially when they set up a makeshift concert in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, their hot blood black blood racing through their veins from the adrenaline and excitement of hard core metal or country. Sometimes both.

And man we're the Imps getting wild, especially Millie with her all dressed up in her punk rock farmer girl get up, "I fuckin' love "Razor Wire and Thongs"!"

"Sis, they about to mosh pit!" Someone behind her yelled. A tall Imp with a few scars on her. Despite being feminine, the horns indicated she went through a gender change thanks to their masculine coloring.

Millie grabbed her by the hand and growled with the most manic smile with a fire in her eyes, "Then why are we still here, Sallie!?"

The band was starting to go wild and the mosh pit circle was widening for the oncoming rush. And, best of all, people were arming up a little for a good Wrath fashion thrashing. The music was building up and the lead singer was whispering, "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me… fuck you, I won't do what you tell me…"

It was quiet. And then, "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!"

""Fuck yeah!"" Everyone roared and rushed into each other, Millie and Sallie being the first people in the crowd to rush in. And then it practically started raining black blood as animalistic growls and yells grew to nearly overpowering the music, at least in that area.

Millie was having the time of her life as she bashed, stabbed, and tore her way into the crowd with her sister. She dug her fangs into someone's hand and crushed someone else's throat all in the name of mosh pit fun. She barely paid any attention to Sallie, who she glimpsed gouging out someone's eyes with a pair of bones, as she was so engrossed in her own violent fun.

She only calmed down when everyone else began pulling back from the pit. The more robust were the first to get themselves together followed by the injured and possibly dying who were crawling to safety.

But everyone was giving the sisters a wide berth.

Millie and Sallie were laughing while they shook some of the blood off. Everyone else was either looking at them with admiration, fear, or a mix of both. It was hard not to.

"Satanic shit!" A male voice from behind them got their attention and they turned to see an Imp from the greed ring slowly approaching, "you two are some grade A murder bitches, huh?"

"What's it to you?"

XXX

Moxxie blinked and rubbed his chin, "Huh… that actually makes a lot of sense."

"Yeah, but yours was cooler," Millie giggled as she punched his arm, while they had stopped at a chewed up sign of course, "I admire a man who knows his firearms."

"Hey, no flirting, grandma!" Loona growled from the back of the car as she kicked their seats.

Millie turned and growled back at her, "Ya mangy bitch, I'm in my twenties!"

"Yeah, nineteen twenties," Loona grumbled with an eye roll.

"Perfect timing, we're here," Moxxie sighed in relief before his coworkers could get heated and they could finally drop off Blitzo before he could vomit on his seats. More.

"Aaaugh," speaking of which, Blitzo was propping himself up on the front seat and slurring up some more words, "gang, let's just murder Verosika."

"Heaven no, she's a super cool popstar!" Lonna argued with a more bratty tone that one would use with a father. Something both Moxxie and Millie made note of.

Moxxie, as the usual voice of reason, told him, "Sir, we're not killing Verosika over a demon duel."

"But you're my employee-heehee!" Blitzo cried out as his limbs moved like noodles as he tried to shift on Loona's grasp.

Moxxie nodded as Loona held up Blitzo like a shamed kitty, so Moxxie would chide him like one, "Yes. And you bet me over a parking space. It's simply been decided."

"You fuckin' overly nice guy," Blitzo hissed as he floppily attempted to smack Moxxie, "why you can't just be overly nice to me!?"

"Ugh, I'll take his ass to bed. I guess I'll see you two tomorrow," Loona grumbled as she walked to their apartment, leaving the smaller Imps to themselves.

"Bye," Millie called out casually before she turned to Moxxie, "I guess I'll be on my way too. Unless you want some extra company on your way to the hotel."

It was clear she wanted to see the place. The practical stars in her eyes and her tone said it all. But at least she was asking.

"I…" Moxxie thought for a minute. He wasn't opposed to her stopping by, but he needed to decompress a little. Plus, he needed to run an errand for Angel Dust anyhow, "Have to decline. At least for now. But tomorrow's fine."

"Yes, I finally get to try some of that food Blitzo's been yappin' and braggin' about!" Millie fist pumped before she gave Moxxie a bear hug that nearly crushed him, "Heh, I'll see ya tomorrow then, Mox."

"Have a good night," a grin crept into a smile, "Mils."

She giggled and practically skipped off. Moxxie sighed and started walking to one of the local stores on the sinner side Angel Dust told him about. It should be relatively safe to head to and Moxxie always stayed armed anyhow.

Unfortunately, he didn't know he was being watched.

XXX

"He's out now," Vox informed his partner as he began setting up some paperwork. He still didn't care about the Imp, but he didn't protest too hard on the idea of keeping minor tabs on him. That and Valentino kept pestering him for it. Since they had some time to spare, a small example, out of the public eye, could be made.

Valentino almost stood up like Dracula and brandished his guns, "Fuck yes, that red ass is mine!"

Vox rolled his eyes and grabbed Valentino's hand, "No."

"Excuse me?" Valentino muttered as he snatched his hand back.

"I said no, Val," Vox reiterated as he used his index finger to push Valentino's barrel down, "We need to handle more important matters. We're getting that snake over tonight to discuss the plan. Velvette is already out and in his area. She can deliver our little message and end it there."

Valentino growled before he let out a childish sigh, "But that's so boring! And this is personal."

Valentino seemed like he was about to storm off so Vox used his ace in the hole, "I heard snakes have two dicks."

Valentino blinked before he put his guns away and licked his lips, "Think he'll strip?"

Vox shrugged, "You have to be here to know."

XXX

"Thank you," Moxxie called out as he exited the pharmacy, and checked out his groceries, "prescriptions… didn't know Sinners got those."

He made it a few meters away before someone, a Sinner, ran at him and attempted to tackle him to the ground. He reacted fast and pulled out a standard pistol, firing three times into the Sinner's chest. As he collapsed, Moxxie turned around as he heard another approaching, but didn't make it as something hard bashed the back of his head.

The last thing he saw was a doll-like face.

Slowly, he came to with blurry vision. As the light returned, he started to notice the drastic change in his surroundings. A limousine, but not Charlie's, with a few bodyguard Sinners and sitting in front of him was a woman Sinner who's description could only be described as a hellish doll. She spoke up as he tried to lift his head, "You must be the Imp getting too big for his britches. Moxxie, right?"

"What?" Moxxie muttered as he tried to stand up. But unfortunately, his arms and legs were tied down just enough so he couldn't reach anywhere, "who-who the heaven are you!?"

Her eyes narrowed and she roughly grabbed him by the hair, "Quiet. Don't speak. I'm Velvette. And I'm delivering a personal message on behalf of all the Vees. And for your sake as well as Angel Dust's, along with that shitty little start up company you work for, you're going to listen. Or else."

Once she let go, Moxxie could only focus on her threats to his friends and, not quite thinking, he hissed back, "If you lay a hand on any of them, I'll blow-"

He couldn't finish as she delivered a punch to his cheek that splattered some of his blackened blood on the floor. Despite her small frame, she was tougher than she appeared.

"I never repeat myself, mate," Velvette shook off her hand to remove any blood before holding it up for one of her servants to thoroughly clean. Whispers started to layer her voice, a sign of her rising demonic irritation, "We want to make this clear. You're an Imp. And we are Overlords who practically run this city since Luci and his brat can't. You'd sure as hell do well to remember that. We know where you live. Work. What you do. We can come after you whenever we want. Don't make yourself a problem for me, Vox, or Valentino and stay out of our affairs. This is the only warning we'll give you. Understood?"

Moxxie was getting flashbacks to his developing years long ago at the Greed Ring. It was infuriating and humiliating to get talked down to like this by demons he knew couldn't hold a candle to his mother and another he knew. But he wasn't stupid. He knew there were plenty of times to fold, "Understood."

"Good little bitch" Velvette mockingly patted his head as the limo came to a stop and the door opened. Despite her voice being normal again, she had more to say, "Oh, and one more thing. You ever attempt to threaten me again, I'll slowly turn you into a scarecrow and leave your quivering body in front of that ratty hotel. Now run along like a good little bitch."

Moxxie didn't get a second to respond as he was shoved out along with a knife and his bag for Angel Dust. They tossed him the knife to cut himself free. There was a small sound of laughter coming from the car before it drove off. Judging from the scenery, they even drove him to the outskirts closer to the hotel. That was at least lenient of them.

Moxxie grumbled to himself as he went to work getting the knife, crawling to it, "if mother saw any of that, she'd either beat me senseless for getting captured or demand, "I be a man," and hunt them down. Probably both."

"We know…"

Those were the words that kept repeating in his mind as he started cutting. They already knew so much… What more could they know or figure out? Worse yet, if they were capable of that then what were others capable of.

Moxxie needed to get to the hotel.

XXX

"Moxxie sure is late today," Charlie muttered as she took a glance at the front door, "I hoped nothing happened."

Vaggie reassured her with a calm suggestion, "Probably still out doing his… hitman work. He said it was a Spring Break special so he might be late. Might as well get on without dinner for now."

"Right," Charlie muttered dejectedly. Then she excitedly clasped her hands together, "well! Let's get down to business and do some exercises!"

"You don't have to yell, it's just me," Angel Dust deadpanned.

Followed by Ruth, "And me."

"Why the fuck am I doing this?" Husk growled as he stood up angrily, "No really, why the fuck am I doing this!?"

Charlie lightly hugged at her collar and cleared her throat, "Because it will help. I read it was a good way to really build camaraderie and break down some social barriers!"

Angel Dust narrowed his eyes, "What book and where so I can burn it."

Vaggie stepped forward, "Can the attitude, Angel. This'll be good for you."

"Whatever," the Sinner grumbled.

"I'm Charlie," she clapped her hands together, "I want to help people," she clapped again, "and I have a passion for Disney. Old Disney of course."

"This feels like something I'd do with my class," Ruth noticed how Charlie's attitude seemed to brighten while the Sinner's face soured, "My elementary school class, Charlie."

"Really, you too?" Vaggie deadpanned at the one person she would think get it.

And Ruth sasses her back with, "I'm an adult, Vagitha."

"Just do it or…" Vaggie glanced at Charlie. She was wincing at the idea of any threats and Vaggie collected herself, "just do it."

"Ugh… I'm Ruth Mayberry," she clapped, "I was a teacher," she clapped again, "And I committed suicide after the murder of my bastard husband… I love old Disney too."

"See, not hard," Charlie giggled before she turned to the last two sinners.

Husk immediately pointed at Angel Dust, "You go."

"Why me?"

"I serve drinks. Do it," Husk argued.

"Fuckin'... I'm Angel Dust," he reluctantly clapped, "I like blow and killin' fools," he clapped again, "and last I checked, Disney was always ass."

"Alright, I'm goin' back to the bar,'' Husk just couldn't take this campy help mess agony longer and decided he'd call it quits before it began.

But Vaggie wouldn't have it, "Hey, Alastor has you working here for a reason-"

"As a bartender, not your servant," Husk argued with an extra emphasis on the last part. He was there to do a job, not redeem himself because of other people he didn't care much for.

Vaggie was about to retort until she realized what he was getting at, "I didn't mean it like that…"

Husk walked out of the living room to the bar and Charlie waited for him to exit before bringing it all back in, "Well, uh, good progress guys and gals. Good stuff."

"Alright, the sessions are over and I'm starving," Angel Dust immediately sat up and stretched, "the last thing I want is more of Nifty's cookies. Too much sweets fuckin' kills."

Ruth stood up too and replied with a raised brow, "I'm assuming that's metaphorical."

"I can also make it literal!" Nifty immediately popped out from a vase and scared the hell out of Ruth.

"Gah!" she even jumped back, much to the maid's amusement, "Would someone put a bell in her!?"

It seemed like everything was about to get back to normal until they heard Husk shout from the other room, "The hell happened to you!?"

Everyone turned to each other before Charlie and Vaggie rushed out, with the others casually walking behind them more curious than concerned given how he could take care of himself.

But they were in for a surprise when they saw the state of Moxxie's face and his roughed up clothes. His face was bruised and leaking some blood from the side of his head along with his slightly busted lip. Charlie was the first to ask, "Moxxie!? What happened!?"

Moxxie thought about telling her what went down but the paranoia was kicking in. And the worry for the other's safety. So he bit his tongue and answered with, "I got jumped. Nothing special."

Angel Dust narrowed his eyes, "Who the fuck managed to get a hold of you like that?"

"They attacked me while my guard was down. Plain And simple. Here, this is yours," Moxxie immediately handed Angel Dust his little bag of groceries and started making his way to his room, "no one fret, dinner will be ready soon, I just need to tidy myself up. Nothing serious."

Charlie walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder gingerly, "Moxxie, you're hurt, here I can help you."

"It's… it's fine. Really," Moxxie waved her off. He was feeling worse now despite the kind treatment. He began rushing upstairs, "if you'll excuse me."

Everyone watched him walk up until they heard the spider demon sigh.

"Shit, I'll talk to him," he started walking up the steps before he stopped and addressed everyone real quick, "I'm just gonna kick him until he's better. None of that soft boy shit, capiche?"

He didn't stay behind to hear what anyone, mainly Charlie and Vaggie, might say about him showing… concern this way. He wanted to see what was up with the little Imp. And maybe console him a little. Nothing mushy.

"Hey, Moxxie, it's just me," Angel Dust knocked on his door, "mind if I come in?"

"Give me a moment please," Moxxie replied. Angel Dust gave him that moment and in a few seconds, his door was opened, "Evening. Sorry about the abrupt way I came in, but I don't-"

"Did Valentino do this to you?" Angel Dust immediately came in and closed the door as he harshly whispered, "See, this is why I don't like people butting into my business."

"It wasn't Valentino," Moxxie answered, knowing damn well this was a conversation with him and Angel Dust that was going to happen no matter what, "It was another Overlord named Velvette."

"The social media brat? Ugh, I didn't think he'd get one of the other Vees in on it," Angel Dust muttered with absolute disdain.

Moxxie furrowed his brow, "Vees… a clique of Overlords, correct? I didn't know too much of his affiliations. At least not her especially."

Angel immediately pulled out a cloth and started dabbing it on Moxxie's forehead to get off some of the blood he missed, "Yeah and another big reason for you not get into any beef with 'em."

"She gave me a message, Angel Dust, a through the eye warning," Moxxie told him as he winces from the forcefulness of Angel Dust's hand.

Through the eye, in Mafia terms, meant they were being watched. Closely too.

The spider demon clicked his tongue and pulled back as he finished, "So that means me and you gotta keep even closer eyes on our asses. Great. Shit was already out of hand and you made it worse."

"You know… fine, you're right. I did," Moxxie just felt absolutely defeated right now and decided to just take whatever verbal jab was thrown his way. The Spring Break was a mess, he was threatened in an actual convincing way tonight, and now he had further eyes on him. And it was his fault… well, not the Spring Break fiasco, but the results were not in his favor thanks to his brashness of late.

Angel Dust's expression softened just a little at how downcast Moxxie seemed after that. He was angry at him, but… maybe now wasn't the time to verbally wail on him. He got shit like that itself and it doesn't help, even if the words may be true. Plus, his anger wasn't out of scorn for Moxxie.

Angel Dust softly punched Moxxie's arm, something the Imp noted he was getting a lot of lately and on the same arm too, "Look, keep yourself out of trouble, Mox. We've both got enough of it as it is. Let's take it easy."

Moxxie nodded, "I'll do my best."

Angel Dust was on his way out, but stopped as he touched the door knob, "And uh… make some risotto tonight. Please?"

Moxxie looked up as he got his clothes and saw a somewhat bashful smile on Angel Dust's face. Despite the bumps, it was clear he wasn't trying to be a dick, for the most part. Moxxie almost even felt he was giving him concern.

He'd never thought he'd get that from a Sinner. So, Moxxie had a small smile back and said, "Sure."

XXX

"Hey, piss baby, your little message to your new eye candy was sent. You happy now or what?" Velvette was sitting in the back of the Limo and face timing with the other two Vees in private now. She had to admit, it was satisfying to beat seven shades of red from a ballsy little Imp, but she hated the fact she had to get her hands dirty in grunt work.

It was the principal after all. The goons needed to be better, not the Vees.

She watched Valentino purr, "Mmm, Gracias, Vel."

She shrugged, "Yea, yeah. Is that slimy crackpot prick inventor there now?"

"Why do you think Val is so pleased?" Vox asked with a smirk.

Velvette, knowing how her partners ticked and vice versa, shuddered, "Gross. Two dicks doesn't make someone attractive," but she smirked back, "whatever, just as long as he gets the job done."

"I made it idiot proof," Vox replied coolly "it shouldn't fail and if it does, one expendable fool isn't going to matter. And if he succeeds, we get a leg over Alastor."

That reminded Velvette of something and she pulled up messages on her phone, "By the way, that old bitch is calling for a meeting between the Overlords over the annual purge."

Valentino and Vox narrowed their eyes, the latter asking, "When?"

Velvette narrowed her eyes, "Next week."

There was a tense moment of silence until all three shouted, ""Not it!""

But Velvette was too slow, "Fuck, come on, I already did Val's little dirty work! And look what it cost me!" she gestured to the bloodstains on the carpeting, "I got worthless Imp blood on my floor! Melissa is gonna have to clean this shit!"

Vox only laughed condescendingly, "Sorry, Vel, I have to run tests on that new security system for purge nights."

"And I have to work on a new passion sequel. Sorry, love," Valentino sighed with fake sadness.

"Oh, fuck you guys!" then Velvette hung up.

That made the other two Vees laugh with Valentino adding, "Someone's in a bad mood."

"Excussse me," their jovial laughter was cut short as Ser Pentious slithered in the room, "I noticed you had some interesting piles of junk outside. Would you do it if I pilfered some?"

Both Overlords glanced at each other before Vox immediately walked over and grabbed the serpent Sinner by his shoulders, picking him up, "Get out."

And he tossed him outside. Through the window.

At the top floor.