Lincoln flustered and moved his eyes away from Octavia in embarrassment as she was looking at him in his new hellhound form. Octavia still looked quite surprised at seeing this kind of transformation her new friend had been through. "Lincoln?" said Octavia. "Is that you?

There was obviously no use hiding this from her, for his fur and tail was a dead giveaway, along with his floppy dog ears. "Yeah, it's me." Lincoln said

Octavia looked surprised and didn't quite know what to make of this, and she gently touched his new hellhound tail. "My Satan, you're a hellhound? You never specifically said you were a hellhound. Look at you." she herself couldn't help but gently stroke the back of Lincoln's head, feeling his soft, white fur.

At last, Lincoln said: "I'm not a Hellhound, i'm still a human. I transformed into this against my free will."

The Goetia princess looked rather confused. Before she can say anything yet, she was interrupted by her father, coming over to see her. "Ah, there you are Via, you have got to-" he paused to see his cronies (especially Blitzo). "Ah, hello my dear Blitzy." he purred

"Give me a fucking break." The imp crossed his arms, looking unamused.

"And who might this be?" asked the Goetia prince, noticing Lincoln, not recognizing his hellhound form.

"Dad, this is Lincoln." Octavia pointed.

Stolas chocked on his drink and spat it out of his mouth, onto an imp mother, much to her anger and annoyance. "Fuck, you snobbish Goetias are all the same! Fucktard!" then she walked away with her baby still in her arms, laughing at his mothers' misfortune. Octavia's father was also surprised to see what was going on. Lincoln a hellhound? Quite a big surprise to him as big as his daughters' reaction.

"Lincoln?" Stolas said. "So, you're a Hellhound all this time?"

"No. I transformed into one, unwillingly while i was asleep last night." Lincoln said. "I got Hellhound Fever."

Like Loona, Tex, and his family the first time, Stolas and Octavia were surprised to hear that. "That's impossible." Stolas said. "Only-"

"I know, I know, you thought only hellhounds can get hellhound fever, but, according to my sisters' machine, I have it, and i was feeling as sick as my family with the flu, but i became this the next day." he motioned his arms to reveal his body shape. "But humans can get hellhound fever too. I know it sounds crazy."

"Her sister is already looking for a cure to turn him back to normal." Loona said. "So it's nothing to worry about."

"Ah." Octavia remarked, understanding completely what was going on. "You look... rather adorable. Like a white puppy of some kind."

"You're not the only one to say that, Octavia." Lincoln said. "You wouldn't believe how many people have said that to me when they saw me like this." suddenly, he paused and crouched, scratching the back of his left ear with his left leg. "Oh that feels nice." Scratching and scratching, Lincoln finally stopped before getting back on his two legs. He frowned before admitting: "I hate this sickness."

"Come on, it's not so bad." Tex reassured him, gently patting his back. "You get used to it."

"Well, you guys have been hellhounds your whole lives." Lincoln flatly pointed.

"Fair enough, but maybe this is more like... a blessing." said Loona.

"Maybe." Lincoln sighed. "But I still have a life on Earth. School, my friends, other members of my family, everything. Clyde would probably freak out and have a severe asthma attack if he saw me like this. Not to mention the government might experiment on me. Tubes up my nose or probing my brain to get a DNA sample to discover my sickness, it would be way worse than what Lisa would-"

"Lincoln, easy. Calm down. You're spiraling." Loona gently grasped his arms. The kid took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes ."There you go." Loona said. "There you go."

"If your sister can invent anything, she can definitely invent a cure." Tex added.

"Besides, try to embrace your Hellhound form." Crystal said. "It's fun. We have many perks that humans don't. Super strength, speed, better sense of smell,"

"Better eyesight, and better balance." added Serena.

"I am trying to get used to it. I'm still adapting." Lincoln said. "I'm no quitter."

"Good. That's the attitude." said Blitzo encouragingly.

"You look like one of the most handsome hellhounds ever." said Stolas with a smile. "I mean, you look like a Great Pyrenese on two legs from your white fur. I can make a throw rug out of you, or a pelt."

"Are you crazy?!" Moxxie exclaimed, thinking that Stolas would literally do such a thing (Which he wouldn't).

"Oh Calm yourself." Stolas reassured. "I would never do that to an innocent child. It was only a figure of speech." then he looked at Lincoln again. "And don't worry about your Hellhound form, Lincoln. You'll be just fine. Just watch your step down here like before."

"He's right." said Millie. "Try and go about your normal life, honey."

"No problem." then he had a thought. "Wait, what would Stella think? Would she skin me, or treat me like garbage for being a Hellhound?"

"Bah! Never mind my mum." said Octavia. "She's a little crazy who can overreact to the smallest kind of detail or mess."

"Yes, she is a crazy bitch." Stolas remarked in a bitter voice. "I don't give a flying fuck what she would think, and neither should you, Lincoln. If she doesn't like it, then tough (bleep!) for her. Just be happy with what happened. After all, it can help you blend in with your surroundings down here."

"He makes a good point." said Tex

"Very good point." said Loona. "She's just stuck up."

"Well, since we're all here." said Octavia, "why not hang out together?"

"Ooh, good idea." Stolas had bedroom eyes on Blitzo again. "Now I can spend more time with my little imp here." he bounced his eyebrows. Before Blitzo knew it, he felt himself being picked up in Stolas' arms as the prince had an eager look on his face.

"Not in public, Stolas." Blitzo snarled.

"Yes, we'll find a nice closet to have our privacy." Stolas still had his bedroom eyes.

"Dad, please, save it for when we get home." Octavia groaned.

"Sorry Via." said Stolas. "I haven't forgotten about our little father-daughter time together." he then gave her a kiss on the forehead, much to Via's annoyance.

"Dad!" Via groaned. "Don't do that here."

So it was settled. Stolas and Octavia would accompany IMP, and Blitzo was annoyed to be Stolas' "bodyguard" again. He knows that the Goetia prince doesn't need him to be his bodyguard, especially what happened the last time it happened in Loo Loo Land. In the museum, Lincoln felt more safe with Loona since she is very fucking fearless, and tough as the toughest nails. Yes, being with Loona gave him the biggest comfort down here, and Tex as well (mostly because of his muscular, strong, and chizzled physique he carries). Lincoln can understand why Verosika Mayday hired him to be her bodyguard in the first place; because only a fucking idiot would want to pick a fight with Tex.

Lincoln saw so many more intriguing native animals in Hell that are not found on Earth. One thing that looked peculiar was a taxidermy or a large cow looking like he was about to charge at someone with black, shiny horns. It also had red eyes, and a brand with the Satanic symbol as the insignia for it. This cow or bull looked muscular and ferocious. It almost looked like an ordinary cow, but cows on Earth didn't have red eyes, fiery brands on their flanks, or jet black horns.

"Oh yes," Blitzo said. "A fire cow. Many of them are part of Satan's special herd in his large garden."

"Yeah, he likes to use them on evil cowboys or robbers who have committed sins and makes them chase after the devil's herd in the skies." Moxxie added

"Why does that sound familiar?" Lincoln said

"No idea." said Loona. "It rings a bell somehow."

"Well nevermind." said Millie. "They are cows you don't wanna mess with. They can gore you to death when angry enough."

"I'll keep that in mind the next time I see one." said Lincoln. "If I ever run into one, which i hope not." then he looked at Octavia. "So... how is your mom doing?"

"Oh she is just fine." Via said. "Being herself, hating on my dad, plotting revenge against him, gripping about how cold it is in uncle Andrealphus' mansion."

"So usual stuff?"

Octavia chuckled. "Yes, usual things."

"Ah. I don't mean to say this, but... she kinda sounds... bitter. I know she's your mom, but..."

"No, it's perfectly fine, Lincoln." Octavia reassured him. "I know she is very bitter. Don't tell her I said that, though."

"My lips are sealed." Lincoln stated.

"Besides, i'm a little more worried about how my mum would take it if you turned into a Hellhound." the princess admitted. "It would be so fucking horrible if she decided to make a throw rug out of you. She probably would have a nervous breakdown if she saw you like this."

"Look, it's like what Stolas said, i shouldn't care what she thinks. If she doesn't like me as a hellhound, that's her problem. Your dad would probably protect me from her anyway if it happens."

"True. I mean, my dad is not fucking afraid of her anymore." The daughter smirked. "All his life, he was afraid of my mum, but he is divorcing her and is having some backbone... for once."

"Heh. But what about your uncle?"

"Oh, Andrealphus is used to hellhounds. You might have noticed, but... my uncle is more gregarious and easy-going than my mum."

"I did notice that."

The whole museum took about an hour to finish since it was a big museum, but Lincoln decided to spend some time with Octavia at her and Stolas' house. Yes, Octavia is lucky to have a new friend like Lincoln in her life. She didn't have that many friends in her life, and the closest person in her life was her father. But, she is glad to know someone like Lincoln Loud. "So you say your sister is finding a cure for Hellhound fever?"

"Yep. But this is so new to Lisa. She never seen Hellhound fever before since Hell is kept a secret by most of Earth's population."

Octavia made a cute laugh. "Right." she said. "That makes sense."

"I'm sure Lisa will find some kind of discovery. if she found a cure for throat cancer, then she can find a cure for Hellhound fever too."

"Hey, you want to see something really cool?"

"What is it?"

Octavia got off from her bed and waved her left hand and her first finger pointing. She painted an insignia with a pink flame in the shame of a ball. "I made a little pink sun."

"Oooh." Lincoln looked impressed. "That's cool, Octavia."

"Thanks. it's still a working progress, but i'm perfecting it."

"What part of get the fuck out of my life did you not (Bleep!) understand!?" said Stolas' voice from the other side of the door.

"Shut the fuck up you pussy!" It was Stella. "I just wanted to see my daughter."

"Then let her come to you, you fat (bleep!)" Stolas retorted. "You are no longer welcome here. I should cut out your (bleep!) and make you eat it!"

"Oh if you were not Paimon's son, I fucking swear to Satan, i would slit your throat in an instant! But Octavia loves you, so consider yourself lucky!"

Stella barged in Octavia's bedroom and kept her composure. "Hello Via." she sighed. "I wanted to give you this gift card for-" she noticed Lincoln as a hellhound. "Who the fuck is this hellhound mutt?!"

"Hey, this is Lincoln! Do not talk about my friend like that!" Octavia defended him.

Her mother looked shocked, and said: "Lincoln? A hellhound?"

"I have hellhound fever and i turned into this last night." Lincoln admitted. "I never asked for any of this."

Silent for a few seconds, Stella said: "Well this will not do at all. A hellhound? They are the second most scummiest vermin in hell, only behind imps."

"Look, my sister is already looking for a cure for this." Lincoln tried explaining. "And besides... being a hellhound is not so bad."

"Ah, you've succumbed to the instincts of one!" Stella groaned. "This will not do. I cannot be friends with a hellhound."

"That's enough!" said Stolas. "I, for one, think Lincoln looks adorable as a hellhound! Now get out!"

Stella looked at the boy again and said: "Well... no argument. He does have a puppy look on his face. Perhaps I am being a little too quick to judge."

"You think?" said Octavia.

"Very well, i'll take my leave. Only for you, dear." she looked at her daughter before leaving.

"Sorry about that, Lincoln." said Stolas. "Don't let her get to you."

"I won't. Like you said, if she doesn't like it, then it's her problem."

Stolas smiled at how easy Lincoln is brushing this off. "I'm proud of you, Lincoln." he said to him before gently patting his white hair with his large hand.