A/N: Short Chapter for now. Anything else crammed into this chapter would have been pointless and unnecessary.

Miami tended to get a lot of traffic during spring break. More often than not, it was because the beach seemed to just call all the college students out of the woodwork, and the beach was often lit up all through the night.

Arresting people was a part of Donald's usual day. Dragging some drunken frat boy or girl back to the station for indecency happened every other day at this point.

But a kaiju was new.

Seriously.

Operators had just gotten slammed a few hours ago with mass phone calls reporting some kind of giant monster appearing in the bay. Some of them even said there was a little red person on the creature's tongue.

Donald wanted to know what the hell the booze had been laced with because he was positive they were all completely drunk. An actual Godzilla running around was a bit of a jump from superhumans.

Granted, there was something weird about their most recent processed arrests.

The whole world knew who Verosika Mayday was, and a random unscheduled concert wasn't exactly anything new. When it came to the popstar, there was about a fifty-fifty chance that she'd end up arrested too.

But the veteran officer didn't like the feeling in the pit of his stomach at the fact the pop star was at his station.

The global icon's arrests were only matched by her pardons, because the woman had managed to get out of every single charge ever leveled at her, legitimate or otherwise.

Considering how sexual Mayday's content tended to be, a long-running theory was that she and her crew tended to sleep with the officers on duty.

So far, Donald hadn't seen much of anything to prove that was the case, but he couldn't shake the feeling that any of the charges leveled against her now still weren't going to stick.

He hadn't seen any indication that she was sleeping with his coworkers… yet.

But the feeling wouldn't go away.

Regardless, dealing with any of that was well above the man's pay grade. He had a wife and two kids to feed, and couldn't care less what did or didn't stick as long as he was paid.

It didn't stop his mind from wandering, but it kept him from caring enough to head down to the cells. He'd been staring at the front entrance of the building for the last forty-five minutes, and he was ready to go home and slump into Annie's arms.

A sigh escaped the officer as the clock continued to tick.

Seventy-five minutes left.

Right as his head finally twisted down, ready to start doodling something just to pass the time, the station's front doors swung open quite harshly.

Considering they'd opened hard enough to hit the wall with an audible slam, Donald didn't hesitate to jump to his feet, a hand coming to rest on his gun as he quickly turned to study the already suspicious person.

Only for his jaw to fall open, his mouth going dry as his eyes widened in utter disbelief.

A rather large man was making his way up to the counter at a brisk pace, his lips tightened in annoyance. Chaotic black hair accentuated a pair of piercing blue orbs, as the bottom of a bright red flannel shirt waved in the air.

It wasn't possible. Of course, rumors and hoaxes had cropped up over the past couple of years, but it was all nonsense.

There was no possible way it was the Juggernaut himself approaching Donald. The boy had been dead for four years.

The man in front of him was admittedly hard to simply ignore, however.

"I'm under the impression that Verosika Mayday is here?" It certainly sounded like him, at least based on what the cop had heard, but the fact that he was asking about the latest topic of Donald's thoughts caused the man to frown.

"Can I ask why you need to know that?" Whether it was or wasn't him didn't matter, a real person was standing in front of him regardless. The cop wasn't crazy.

Every muscle in Donald's body went tense when the stranger in front of him let out a sigh of annoyance.

There was a myth going around, that the Juggernaut had returned from the dead. Thanks to a bunch of fake pictures and videos, many believed the legendary superhuman had never died at all.

But there were some more disturbing ones. An incident taking place at a small farmhouse owned by a woman who'd survived a shooting not too long ago. Something to do with a crazed teacher, Donald wasn't too sure on the specifics of that part.

But of the responding officers, all surviving three swore that a beast claiming to be John Gallagher himself had wiped out all of their comrades.

That had happened over in Arizona.

But the slaughter had made waves nationwide, and to this day nobody knew what had actually caused all those deaths. The most commonly accepted theory was that it was a superhuman vying for attention.

Unfortunately, the three officers had ended up committed to mental hospitals since the experience had messed the three of them up so badly. Apparently, one of them was hauled out of his former station screaming 'red eyes' over and over.

That little myth was enough to make the middle-aged man weary enough to narrow his eyes.

"Ask all you want, sure." The man even offered the slightest grin, before turning those blue eyes back to the man.

The grin never faltered even as Donald watched numerous spots of the man's skin suddenly split into horrendous gashes, before immediately closing up as if nothing happened.

"But it'd be best for your mental health if you just take me down to them."

The cop wasn't sure what he'd just witnessed.

Considering his hand was currently shaking against his gun, he knew he didn't want to see it again.

"O-Of course…"

The Juggernaut grinned.

"Attaboy."

Donald didn't even try to ask for any clearance from the guy, there wasn't a single human on the planet stupid enough to challenge a superhuman of any kind. If you weren't one yourself, you were extremely lucky to survive an encounter that remained less than friendly.

He'd gladly go out and fight a couple of drunks if it came down to it, but his life wasn't worth Verosika Mayday, regardless of if it was even the Juggernaut in the first place.

What he'd seen didn't even seem all that dangerous, but it was horrific, and the man was sure he was going to have nightmares when he went to sleep tonight.

Since no human could just split themselves open like that, Donald wasn't taking any chances.

He'd do as the man wished, hopefully, get him out quickly, and then he could mull over the fact that every second he was around the thing was another threat to his life.

His eyes were wide and the struggle to remain composed was constant. The footsteps of the intruder followed close behind without fail, and the eyes of every cop they passed in the hall bulged in shock and disbelief at the sight of a dead man walking.

His eyes slowly lowered as they grew closer to the cell block.

The closer they grew to the cell they'd thrown the Mayday crew into, the louder the sounds of sexual activity became.

Behind him, Donald heard his temporary companion groan in annoyance.

"Goddammit, Verosika." The man muttered to himself before his pace picked up and he was briskly overtaking Donald as his booted feet quickly carried him across the concrete floor.

He came to a stop and the furthest cell on the left, and he came to a stop as he stared inside with an unamused expression.

Donald came to a stop next to him as his bespectacled eyes turned to look into the cell for himself.

His eyes went wide at the utterly appalling sight that greeted him.

There were seventeen people in the cell. Of them, eight were police officers.

Off to the corner, a large black man with a scared eye stood with his arms crossed, looking uncomfortable as he occasionally glanced down at the pile of police and rock clothes on the floor next to him.

The rest of its occupants were otherwise… engaged.

All of the officers within the cell had either a guy or a girl either at their feet or on their laps, and Donald and his companion went entirely unnoticed at the open cell door as the sounds of smacking skin and moaning echoed through the room.

It would seem the rumors were true, as even Verosika Mayday herself sat atop the lap of a cop on the bed, and Donald couldn't help the uncomfortable grimace that crossed his face as he got a clear view of where the moaning woman was connected to her lover.

The big man's eyes flicked up, and Donald had never seen a man go so quickly from discomfort to relief in his life.

"John!"

The moment the eager shout left his lips, all activity came to a stumbling halt as all eyes immediately snapped toward Donald's companion.

The newly named John, the cop still refused to believe it was actually the Juggernaut, stepped into the cell with an angry smile on his face, nodding his head as his voice dripped with annoyance.

"Get dressed, and let's go."

"H-Hey, you can't just- HRK!"

John's hand was around his throat before he even got the sentence out, catching him harshly in his tracks as he slowly turned back to the man with nothing more than an annoyed gaze.

His lips slowly opened, and Donald's eyes widened in terror when saw not a single square human tooth, but a row of massive, jagged teeth that looked ready to sink into his flesh.

"Would you like to go to Hell with us?" The way he posed it as a genuine question was more than unsettling. He acted like he was talking to an unruly child.

Unable to do more than choke, it was a struggle to try and shake his head to convey his response. Lucky him that the monster wasn't touching anything above the neck.

He scoffed in annoyance before Donald stumbled back as the officer was harshly shoved away.

"Take your men, get out of here. Be happy they aren't dying today."

Donald stared at the man for a moment, before quickly jumping to his feet, rapidly nodding his head obediently.

"Y-Yes sir! Come on, guys, let's go!"

The cops who had switched from confusion to fear immediately scrambled away from their partners, unceremoniously leaving them on the ground or tossing them off and rushing towards the clothes pile in a heartbeat.

When the rest of the cops filed out of the room, Donald waited until every single one of them was gone before he stepped out.

He paused once he cleared the door.

A loud, bellowing laugh echoed out when he closed and locked it.

They came back ten minutes later to find the cell completely unoccupied.

Once the last demon had walked out of the portal and back to the infernal dimension, John focused and closed the portal with the crystal in his hand, before turning to face the one he blamed with a blank expression.

"You're an idiot."

"Oh, fuck you." Of course, she rolled her eyes. Why wouldn't she?

"I'm not the one riding pig dick because I'm drunk." John shot back with a snarl, before shaking his head with a grumble the succubus scoffed as he turned his attention to the now undisguised Hellhound. "What the fuck happened? I heard bits and pieces from Zeezi before tracking down the station."

"I don't know," Vortex answered with a shrug, raising a furry brow as he shot the behemoth a look of amusement. "I was talking to some hound on the beach after the concert ended, so I couldn't tell you what happened."

"Hm." Well, that sounded about like Vortex. He did his job and he did it well, but he didn't pay much attention to anything else regarding Verosika beyond that.

The behemoth then allowed his gaze to sweep across the sex demons currently gathered on the street, choosing to ignore the screaming and mass suicide as sinners among the streets began to notice his presence.

"Anyone else have an explanation?"

Apple and Coco glanced over at each other nervously, the taller woman wrapping an arm around the blond to provide comfort as Ace began to whistle.

Josh rubbed the back of his head and couldn't seem to meet John's gaze, and Milky turned away and pretended to not be involved in the conversation at all.

Kat's fingers poked together nervously as he offered the behemoth a sheepish smile, and Kiki crossed her arms and looked up at him with an amused smile.

He noticed the way Apple and Coco seemed to be silently communicating as the blonde succubus quickly shook her head.

"You two have something to say?"

All eyes turned to Apple and Coco as the succubi immediately perked up, snapping their eyes back to the behemoth in surprise as the blonde actually yelped in surprise.

"Uh…" His frown deepened when he noticed Coco's gaze flick to something that wasn't himself.

His head slowly twisted, to find an oblivious popstar quickly swiping at her neck and shaking her head with a frustrated look.

"So it was your fault." Well, John couldn't say he was surprised in the slightest, as he turned to his ex with an unamused expression. "You could at least admit to it."

"Like you did?" Verosika retorted, raising her eyebrow and choosing to examine her nails in disinterest as her other hand found purchase on her hip. "I wasn't the one that wrecked Lust."

"No, you let me think you were in trouble while you were fucking Blitz up here in Pride." Watching her eyes go wide in disbelief at the mention of the imp caused a small swell of satisfaction to rise in the behemoth. "Oh, yeah, I know about that."

"How?" Verosika clearly wasn't happy that the Overlord had once again managed to pry into her personal life, but he couldn't care less considering how he'd found it in the first place.

"You really think I don't know about Blitz's little company?" John asked, raising his own brow and shaking his head in amusement. "Woman, I was on his ass three days after he opened up shop. Now we meet down in Gluttony on occasion for drinks and he's on call if I need a quick favor done."

Verosika frowned as she dispersed her own disguise, golden skin being replaced by a bright pink tint as a pair of horns popped into existence, and she leveled one of the nastiest gazes the behemoth had ever seen.

"So now you're meeting my exes?"

"Bitch, you throw a fucking party every year just to put the guy down!" John didn't care to reign in his temper on that one, the succubus was one of the most vindictive cunts he'd ever met. "Besides, is he really an ex? Because you started fucking him while we were together!"

"Oh, good grief, you're still on that?" Verosika actually had the audacity to roll her eyes at that. "I'm a succubus, sex is my thing, genius!"

"Yeah, but loyalty clearly ain't." John snapped back with a growl, his eyes narrowing as the pop star's fury lit up her face.

"You hypocritical asshole!" If there was one thing the succubus couldn't stand, it was having her loyalty called into question. "You cried into my fucking lap every night between fucking every Overlord in Hell!"

"I didn't fuck anybody while we were together!" John roared back, his eyes shifting.

Unlike damn near anyone else, Verosika leaned closer her fury growing.

"Liar!"

"That's a lie you tell yourself!"

"Oh, gee, who does that sound like?!"

"Oh, fuck you! Every time you get into trouble up top, I'm the one that bails you out!"

"Why's that? I thought you hated me!"

"Doesn't mean I want to see you hurt, goddammit!"

Verosika opened her mouth to respond, only to immediately close it with a frustrated growl as she stepped back from the behemoth.

"Why do you still care?"

"I don't fucking know." It was the most genuine answer John could give, throwing his confusion up into the air with his arms as he broke eye contact for a moment. "I shouldn't, but I can't stomach the thought of something bad happening to you. Hell, why do you still care?"

If the succubus really didn't give a shit, he'd be talking at her, not to her.

Hell, she'd have kept having her fun back at the station.

Vortex, Kiki, and the others had long since been forgotten by the former couple, allowing them to stare at the two with weird looks on all of their faces.

Verosika's lips tightened, and he actually watched her swallow… before a puff of air was blown from her nostrils.

"I don't know." The succubus admitted, gritting her teeth as she met his eyes. "I want to hate you so fucking bad after what you did to Lust… but I can't stop remembering the good side, I guess."

"Hm… yeah, that sounds familiar." The behemoth could begrudgingly agree. After all, the line about crying in her lap hadn't been a crock of shit, Verosika knew how to assure him when things got to him.

And… well, their time together hadn't really been bad until the end…

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, I really think you two should just sit down and talk." Leave it to Vortex to actually have enough balls to step into a conversation between the Wraith and his employer, as the hellhound calmly stepped between the two with an amused smile on his face.

John found his eyes flicking back down, Verosika's meeting his own with a similar look of hesitation.

"Yeah, still not too sure about that-"

"I don't really think that would work-"

"Oh, give it a rest you two!" Vortex interrupted them with an amused smile. "You two were like Lucifer and Lilith when you were together, that has to be worth just talking things out!"

"Tex, I got two lovely women waiting on me back at home." John was not above using that as an out. To be quite frank, he didn't trust himself enough to be able to even have a simple conversation with the succubus.

Verosika didn't hesitate to scowl at him for that one though, and Vortex's smile immediately flipped into a frown.

"Come on man, you and I both know they'll be waiting on you." John would give the hound this. Vortex was surprisingly adamant when he set his mind to something, and he didn't hesitate to point out the facts where he saw them. "Is it really gonna hurt you to stay and talk things out?"

"Of course it would." Verosika mumbled, intentionally making sure only he would hear it.

A frustrated smile immediately adorned the behemoth's features.

"I also got a hole the size of Tex's fist in my stomach, so, if you don't mind…"

His bandages came off when his claws snagged them as he raised his shirt, exposing the hole which had now healed about a depth that would nicely fit the hellhound's hand.

The moment they saw it, both Verosika and Vortex's eyes immediately widened.

John actually found his own guard being thrown off when he saw their expressions.

He'd never seen anyone's face go so quickly from complete annoyance to pure concern, especially not on a demon's face.

But Tex stumbled back as Verosika's eyes narrowed in horror at the site John had so casually revealed to them.

John admittedly looked down at the hole in confusion.

It was nasty, sure, and it hurt like hell…

But he'd been through worse.

Why is it that any time he's injured, certain people always want to show concern? So what, he had a seven-inch hole in his gut, big whoop.

Meanwhile, when he's agitated about something, everybody's shaking in their boots.

The only people who ever really showed concern when he was alive were Maddie and his immediate family. Everyone else just gave him funny looks or tried not to lose their lunch if they saw the wounds.

But for some reason, Verosika seemed to just forget about everything that had happened between them every time he got hurt.

It was a little old at this point.

"Come on, you two know I'm fine."

"I know it hurts." Verosika didn't hesitate to call him out on that one.

The behemoth simply shrugged.

"So?"

He really didn't understand what the big deal was, he'd be fine by the time he got home anyway. And Verosika had once led him back into her apartment in Lust with his entrails trailing behind him because she refused to let him make it easier and rip them out.

And then she actually threatened to break up with him if he didn't stay in bed for three days at minimum.

It was a low blow and she hadn't meant it at the time, but it had scared John enough for him to do as she asked and simply heal.

However, the one plus side was that, unlike other sinners, he had the option of falling asleep and speeding up the process.

Still, despite all of that, Verosika didn't look put off in the least, shaking her head as she immediately walked up to the behemoth and examined the wound for herself.

"Satan… what did this to you, anyway?"

"Piece of rebar after the Princess threw me." He answered bluntly, still holding up the shirt so that it didn't fall on the succubus.

"The Princess?" Vortex barked out in disbelief as Verosika's own stunned gaze snapped up to him. "John, what the fuck did you do?!"

"Took her girlfriend's soul."

He responded on instinct, his desire to simply leave and go home controlling him.

He didn't realize how he'd fucked up until the words left his mouth.

Both Vortex and Verosika's gazes immediately twisted in horror as John distinctly heard the sounds of Verosika's grew gasping from behind him.

He didn't spare them a look as he tried to play some damage control.

"What?" He asked with a shrug, trying to play it off. "She's an Exorcist. I ain't letting her roam around the city unchecked."

"An Exorcist?" Whether the horror was at John himself or the fact that an Exorcist was in Hell, he didn't know, but what he did know was the way Vortex immediately looked to him for an answer. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" He immediately denied it, blue hues widening in surprise. "She's been in Hell for a few years now, and I know jackshit about her! I put the leash on so I can deal with her if she becomes a problem."

"But you have nothing to do with her being in Hell?" Verosika didn't hesitate to cross her arms, he suspicion clear with the disbelieving look on her face. "You? The guy that loves going out and killing them en masse every year?"

"I'm serious." John did his best to stress the point because he really didn't know a thing about why the Exorcist was in Hell. "If it is because of me, it probably happened on Extermination Day and I never finished her off. But do you really think I'm gonna keep an Exorcist down here for the hell of it?"

"It is you." Vortex replied bluntly.

John tried not to think about how much that very true statement made him feel hollow.

"Well, I don't have any more involvement than I know of, and that's yanking the bitch's soul out."

Neither of them looked happy with the answer, and John wasn't entirely sure why he was seeking Verosika's validation alongside Vortex's on this one, but he was relieved when both gave sighs.

"Well, it's not like they actually honor the pact anyway." Verosika muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she shook her head.

"I'll trust your judgment for now," Vortex assured a shake of his own head before he met John's eyes with an unflinching look. "But you better not keep it if she proves she can be trusted. You told me you weren't like that."

"There's a reason an Exorcist is the only soul I've stolen." John reminded, and he admittedly couldn't help the sarcasm in his tone considering that one should've been blatantly obvious.

Demons sought an audience with him on a regular basis since he actually offered deals instead of false promises. It tended to be reassuring when you could prove your offer was real.

"Hell, I was gonna keep her restricted to the Hotel. Princess did this to me not too long after I told her I changed my mind."

"Can you blame her?" Verosika asked, raising an eyebrow.

John shook his head.

"Nope." He admitted with a shrug as he let his shirt fall once more. Since he wasn't in disguise anymore, the bleeding had already stopped itself once again.

Sometimes, he did hate the sacrifices he made when he took on a disguise. It was a lot harder to get things done when you had to actively monitor wounds that could expose you.

At least in Hell, wounds didn't bleed for long.

"Even still, maybe you should take it easy for a couple of days." Vortex tried to advise, earning a chuckle of amusement from the behemoth in response.

"Vortex, I appreciate the advice," John assured with a small grin as he faced the hound once more. "But it'll be gone by the time I get back home, and besides, I got company tomorrow."

If they fell asleep, he'd need to have Zeezi and Velvette up and at least dressed by eleven.

Nea would be dropping Leo off around that time, and John would have to bounce his usual schedule between taking care of Leo and spending time with his son.

"John…" The amount of very real concern in her tone threw the Wraith off, and his gaze snapped to Verosika in surprise as she approached with a surprisingly soft look on her face. "Please, just be more careful over the next couple of days, okay? Will that really hurt?"

He hated when Verosika did this shit. He hated it.

He wasn't sure if he hated it because he hated her, or if he hated it because he still cared for her.

Regardless, John knew what his answer would be.

A sigh. "Fine."

Verosika offered the barest of smiles.

He did miss her smile, he could admit that to himself, if nobody else.

Nonetheless, neither of the two chose to address each other anymore as Verosika strode past the two bigger demons, regaining her composure as she glanced at John from over her shoulder.

And then she turned back to her crew.

"Alright sluts, get ready."

She pulled out her own Asmodeus Crystal from… wherever, while John chuckled and turned his own gaze back to Vortex.

"You alright?" He asked, offering a small grin of amusement to the hound. "I know Bee wouldn't have been happy if you had to suck some asshole's dick because of Verosika."

"Why the hell do you think I don't tell her much of what happens?" Vortex asked with a small chuckle. "Hey uh, while it's on my mind… Blitz, that's Verosika's freaky ex, am I right?"

The way he said it earned a loud, throating laugh from the Overlord.

"Yeah."

"Does he have a hellhound daughter?"

That did cause John's eyes to widen, as he remembered Vortex's initial explanation as to the events that had occurred on Earth.

"Loona was the hellhound you were talking to?!" John barked out another gleeful laugh at that realization, and he could already imagine the goth's googoo eyes every time she tried to talk to the male. "Oh, I wish I could've seen that."

"You know her well?" Vortex asked as one side of his mouth twitched upward. "She came off as a bit antisocial to me."

"Antisocial is about right." The hellborn didn't realize how correct his statement was. "But chances are, she's just got a crush on you."

"Well she wasn't too good at hiding that." Vortex admitted with a chuckle. "Hell, I'm thinking about talking to Bee, see if we can invite her to one of her hound parties."

"Next big one you have, don't leave me out." John offered with a joking smirk. "Seriously though, invite me if you do, because I'd like to see Loona finally get out of the shell she's boxed herself into."

"How is she usually?" Vortex found himself asking, a curious eyebrow rising up. "I thought she was just standing up for herself when she was arguing with her dad earlier."

"Nah, those two have a weird dynamic." And Loona was about the one thing in Hell Blitz put above… well, literally anything else. "Usually, she's always so antagonistic that you'd half expect her to claw your eyes out for looking at her funny."

"Ah, okay." Vortex looked a little unsettled at the description, and John felt that he could've chosen better words. Nonetheless, the scared demon offered a small grin. "Well, when I get word back, I'll let you know. Oh, and since you're here,"

Vortex reached into his vest, before pulling out a folder with a sizable amount of papers in it and offering it to John. "This is that report Bee was trying to get to you a few weeks ago."

"I told Bee to forget about that shit," John replied with a sigh even as he took the folder anyway and flipped it open. "Getting real sick of doing Lucifer's job."

When he'd made the offer to take over some of Lucifer's duties to the Seven Sins, he hadn't expected the headaches that came with it.

"Hey, at least you ain't gotta settle a dispute between the Sins."

"With the whole situation going on with Fizz, something tells me that's fixing to change in Oz and Mam's case," John admitted bluntly. The little imp was caught between one helluva brewing feud.

He didn't doubt for a second that Fizzerolli would choose Asmodeus any day of the week, but the little guy didn't deserve to get hurt because of his employer's actions.

Dealing with that is gonna be fun if Lucifer's still in a funk.

He still remembered that last brawl he got into with Mammon and Satan. He'd apologized to the Sin of Wrath following it since it hadn't been his fault, but John didn't regret ripping one of Mam's arms off after the clown had gouged out his eyes.

He'd spent the next week blind, fuck the greedy bastard.

"How is the little guy?" Vortex asked with a small smile on his face at the mention of the imp.

Something John took note of.

"What you and him friends now?" It hadn't been too long since John had introduced the two.

But Vortex nodded with a small chuckle.

"Little guy knows what it's like, dating someone so much… more than you."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short." John retorted with a small grin, offering a playful slap to the hellhound's shoulder and making sure to be mindful not to graze him with his spiky knuckles. "Bee's a party animal but she's got a good heart, Sin or no Sin. You're every bit the person she is."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Yeah, well she has." The behemoth commented as his cracked lips contorted into an amused smile. "Tex, take it from someone who's been on Bee and Oz's side of a relationship. They understand the differences, but as long as you guys don't care, they don't either. They got their own fears."

"What do they have to fear?" Vortex couldn't help but ask in disbelief. "Who the hell's gonna mess with us when we're dating Sins?"

"Vortex, you shouldn't be surprised at what people would be willing to do in Hell." John couldn't help the way his face fell as unwanted memories flashed through his mind, but he shook them away as quickly as they came. "Even then, they're afraid of hurting you too."

"Why would Bee be scared of hurting me?" Vortex couldn't help but ask, smiling as if the idea was funny. "She doesn't have the heart to even glare in my direction."

"Yeah, and you know that." John made sure to emphasize his point. "But if we're being real, think about how much stronger Bee is than you. She's scared of going to sleep one night and waking up to a crime scene she's caused."

Vortex's brow furrowed. "Like a crime scene?"

"Tex, that's me actually trying to mince my words."

The hellhound frowned in thought… but John finally felt a bit of satisfaction when he saw when he saw Vortex's features twist in realization.

"Oh…" It looked like the hellborn had never even considered that as a possibility. "It uh… is that actually…"

"No, I learned that long ago. Nobody's strength control is that bad." John assured with a small grin. He wasn't trying to drive a wedge between the couple and he hoped his grin made that clear. "But whether you realize it or not, you and Fizz ain't the only ones scared of hurting your partner somehow."

"Hm… I'll have to talk to her about then." Vortex joked as he turned, pausing for a moment. "Can't have her worrying about things that ain't true."

John chuckled as the hellhound walked his way back over to his employer, who was waiting with an impatient look on her face, her arms crossed as her foot rapidly bounced against the ground.

He watched the succubus open a portal, and he stayed long enough to watch them all walk through it before he turned, ready to begin a casual trek home.

The behemoth frowned when he caught sight of the numerous dead bodies littering the streets from self-inflicted wounds of some kind.

Oh well, that meant the next three blocks would be peaceful before he had to jump up onto a rooftop.

Better than than listening to gunshots and screams going off the whole way.