Thank you all for the support so far. Me and Hazzard are having a blast writing this story... now prepare to have your hearts broken

Blitz stared at the blue haired child packing away a box. "… You've gotta be kidding me." They both groaned. Today was supposed to be a simple mission of shooting up a wife's negligent husband and dragging his sorry ass back to hell. A normal day in any street corner in the land of the damned and dirty. But ever Lucifer himself would be rolling his eyes at what was clearly god trying to fuck them up with some kind of bad running joke.

"Hey little tot!" Millie waved much more enthusiastically than Blitz was inclined to feel at the moment.

"What are you three doing here?" The kid they SOMEHOW kept running into on earth groaned. "And please don't say it's to kill my boss. I JUST got this job and it's one of the few that provide room and board."

"Sorry, but that's what we're here to do." Moxxie said with a hesitant chuckle. "The man cheated on his wife, and as a happily married man, I do find some personal offense to such proclivities."

"Stop using the fancy words Mox. The man fucked up and now we're going to fuck him." Blitz smirked.

"Don't ya mean fuck him up?" Millie asked.

"That too." He needed something to get the taste of bird splooge out of his mouth.

"Of course, because why not have one of the few humane jobs crumble to the ground?" The kid asked himself quietly. "Can I at least get a head start first and run away?"

"Before that, I have to ask, you're Japanese right?" Blitz questioned. "I have to ask cause most humans to me look all the fucking same."

"Yeah."

"A marginally small speaking country on a very small continent to the point it's more like an archipelago."

"Right."

"So how in the literal hell are you always around us?"

"I work a lot of jobs."

"All around the world?"

"My parents send me out in cargo ships." The boy shrugged. "They don't care what I do, as long as I give them money."

"Sounds like your parents suck ass if you ask me tot." Millie noted. "Feels like you gotta chop the chains off if you're sick of the bullshit.

"They do, but I can't go to an orphanage … believe me, I've looked into it." He grumbled. "You can't escape the people you're related to when they give you the bare minimum when no one else will."

"You can if you murder them." Mox oddly enough suggested them. "If you're the only child, then you could inherit anything economically speaking once you're of legal age to receive financial compensation.

"Wow, you offering a murder? I thought you limit yourself to clients only?" Blitz smirked. Maybe there was hope in this spineless limp dicked wimp after all. Blitz knew he was a good influence on the little guy.

"I have.. Personal experience with this sort of matter." Mox shook his head. Oooh, juicy backstory. Something Blitz would pry out of the man later. "Besides, we kind of ruin his jobs all the time. It's the least we can do."

"No, I'm not a violent person, and I don't want anybody dead on my hands, even indirectly." The kid groaned. "Besides, once I live on my own, probably in a dark cave in a forest somewhere, I'll be far away from them and then they'll be dead to me in a metaphorical sense."

Sounds like someone had daddy issues, something Blitz would sympathize with, but otherwise not give too fucks about when they HOPEFULLY see this guy for the last time. "Well you have good luck with that." Blitz ruffled his head. "Now then, let's murder some dicks!"

"Alright, just let me get out of here before.." The kid opened the door.

"Hey chore boy, have you seen my.." Their target's voice spoke up.. As the kid slammed the door on his face, and making the man fall backwards. "Ow, what the fuc-"

SMAAASSH

The man crashed through a window…. Covered in glass as he laid on the lawn outside. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The man screamed. "AAAHHH! FUCK! FUCK!"

"... I …" The brat said staring out at the window. "He's fine, right? I know for a fact there's a rose bush that could have broken the-"

"LOOK OUT, THERE'S SOMEONE IN THE-"

CHINK

"... That would be the gardener cutting off the man's head by accident." Moxxie looked out the window.

"Congrats kid!" He patted the boy on the back. "Your first murder, the most important step in any man's life. With the right guidance, we can make you a full blown serial killer."

"I….."

"Aww, I've always wanted to have a little knife wielding blood thirsty tot of my own." Millie squeezed the boy tightly.

"AAAAHHHH!"

"I see your echo's still broken." Blitz noted.

"Right now I kind of agree with it." The kid froze. "...I'm gonna… just wait outside for the cops to come… hopefully they'll just give me life in jail."

"Or you can do the smart thing like us, and run away." He suggested.

"...I'm gonna wait by the curb for the cops." The kid repeated as he held a dead eyed expression on his face.

"Pfft, first timers. They just don't appreciate the hard work it takes to plan a murder." Blitz shook his head.

"Blitz, it's a child. He's likely just been traumatized for life." Moxxie glared.

"Oh it's only trauma if it's someone you like." He shook his head. Like mom you stupid piece of shit. Or Barbie. Or Fizz. You're always hurting everyone you love, what makes you think these two will be any different? "So who's up for a night on the town and getting fucked for finishing early without wasting ammo!?"

"Sure we shouldn't talk to the tot a little more?" Millie asked as she looked to where the kid left. "I kinda feel bad just letting him stew in the aftermath."

"Trust me, the kid'll get over it. Besides, no fingerprints, no jail time at all." He waved off. "I'm sure he'll look back on this day and laugh." Like how you're laughing at your miserable failure of a life? Shut up depression!

Loona scrolled through her hellphone. Nothing good was on these days, just lame shows and hot guys Loona knew she could never score. The life of an adult hellhound living with an imp was not an easy one. So much shit she had to deal with, especially from her annoying coworkers. "Did you really have to kick me over a box of alvacado salad?" The fatty questioned. "Which I might add, was my lunch."

"Fuck off shrimp, you're the one that was assaulting me."

"I was literally just asking if it was my lunch!"

"And I can't deal with dipshits easily in the morning, I made that very clear!" Loona growled. "Besides, I'm doing your waistline a favor."

"It's a salad! It's healthy for me!"

"And yet your still the most out of shape person here."

"Now Loonie, don't blame the fat, blame the prissy lady arms Mox was born with." Her boss, and yes, he was her BOSS, not her dad in spite of what it legally said on paper, screw hellhound adoption, Bliz patted her on the head, only making her more annoyed. "Now folks, I'm excited to announce that our commercial has finally been aired! We're in the marketing business!"

"How did you get a conversation with Vox and use one of his channels?" Moxxie questioned.

"Oh, I couldn't, so I just used one of the lesser known channels. But once it's watched, word will spread like wildfire!" So they were going to stay broke for the next month.

"Ah, what exactly did you use to pay for the commercial?" The fattie asked.

"Oh, I used everyone's salaries for the month." Blitz waved off. Called it.

"YOU WHAT!?" The screamer shouted.

"Oh relax, once we get paid our next job, you guys are ALL getting shares this time around." The man was going to get her killed from starvation.

"Come on Mox, it's not that bad." The bitch Imp patted her dickless husband on the back. "There's not that many imp's in hell that have their own business, let alone a commercial. It'll be fine."

"On a channel no one watches!" The tiny man shouted. "At least tell me you had it professionally made."

"If by professionally you mean I shot it all myself with a montage of our greatest hits and a musical jingle, then yes." Blitz smiled smugly.

"Sir, we have NO greatest hits. Every mission involves one of us getting mauled, getting impaled, getting shot at, getting exploded. The only thing we've been truly successful at is ruining the life of one japanese teenager!"

"Hey, you heard the kid, his life is already a shitastic hole, not our fault he's not doing anything about it." Blitz waved off.

"True. We can't exactly murder his parents unless he says it's alright." The crazy woman shrugged.

"And pays upfront." Blitz added

"Your altruism knows no bounds." Loona rolled her eyes as she kept her eyes on her phone. Best thing she could do at the moment was make gifs of the fatty's head getting cut off.

"This company is a mess sir!" The limp dick imp shouted, pounding his flabby fists on the table like a little bitch. "It's not like we can just expect a customer to walk through the front door!"

SLAM

"I saw your ad, and want to take you up on the deal!" Spoke a walrus demon covered in glass that broke open the front door.

Blitz smirked smugly at the groaning face of the little bastard. Something that Loona, inwardly, enjoyed. "Not… one word." Moxxie growled.

"I'll give you four then. Suck my ass, Mox!" Blitz flipped the fatty off before turning to the new guy. "Hey there, the name's Blitz, the O is silent. What can I do for you?"

"I heard you guys manage to kill humans, and want you to kill the brat who offed me!" He shouted. "Cause now I'm stuck with my nagging wife for all eternity!"

"Ooof, I feel ya pal." Blitz shook his head. "I mean, never been married myself cause my dick is just too good to be bound to one body, but the people I sleep with often talk about how shitty their marriage is and how they rather cuddle up to my long shlong twenty four seven-"

"You said you wanted a kid targeted, sir?" Moxxie interrupted Blitz's spiel.

"Well yeah, the ad said kids die for free."

"Damn it, knew that would bite me in the dick." The tall imp groaned.

"Why would you even offer that?" Loona had to ask.

"More people dead, the more deals get made." Their boss shrugged.

"But a CHILD sir?" Mox questioned.

"What? Millie signed off on the decision."

"Millie!"

"Hey, I know it can seem unethical, but there's a lot of kids that are just snot nosed bastards that deserve a bullet in the head." The bitch argued. "I know I've strangled my fair share of bullies back in my youngin days on the farm."

"Anyone that gives me shit dies regardless of age." Loona added. "Not invested here, just throwing it out so you'll shut up faster."

"So, who's the brat we're offing?" Blitz asked. "Got a picture, name, whatever makes it easier to stab?"

"He worked for me for a week and knocked me out a window. Never got his name, cause he wrote his resume in japanese, but he was cheap and good at cleaning up the sheets after the hookers left." The guy pulled out a picture of some young looking kid with blue hair and a cowlook.

"Oooh, I've seen this guy around topside." Her boss nodded. "We can totally off him, just spread the name of the Immediate Murder Professionals!"

"Blitz!" Millie called out.

"Give me his head and I'll give you fuckers a five star review."

"Deal!" Blitz shook the sinner's hand

"Sir!" Fatty shouted as the demon left.

"Would you fuckers stop shouting, you're making my headache worse!" Loona growled as she rubbed her head. Why did these assholes make drinking at five am so difficult?

"Oh don't worry Loonie Toonie." He rubbed her head as she growled. "We'll be out of your hair soon. We're heading back up topside anyway."

"Sir, are we really doing this?" The fatty glared. "I could potentially look past killing children…potentially I will reiterate, but this seems especially cruel."

"What's got him bitching more than usual?" Loona asked.

"Oh, we just keep running into this kid topside for some reason and the two got sentimental." Blitz explained. "Although I think they're just in that phase of the marriage where they realize Mox's ding dong isn't good enough for a pump and dump if you know what I mean."

"Right, the impotency." She nodded.

"I am NOT-!" Moxxie growled, only to swallow the shout he was about to give. "That.. isn't the issue here."

"Do we have to kill the tot?" Millie asked. "I know we don't discriminate targets, but we actually know this one."

"You agreed to kids die for free Mills, there's literally no money to refuse to take." Blitz answered. "Damn it, I should've added in a condition for that. Like 'killing a single dad, we kill their kid for free'. Maybe in the next commercial we can add that in."

"I'm more surprised people watched the commercial." Fatty admitted with a groan.

"People know fine art Mox, like how they know a good long shlong when they see me."

"Oh how they know a tiny dick when they see fatso over here?" Loona added with a grin as she hi-fived Blitz. The man annoyed her to no end, but they could always agree on emasculating the prick.

"Anyway, let's get some high caliber weaponry, that kid is feistier than a cat on speed." Her boss said as he walked away.

"Sometimes I can't believe we took this job." Fatty groaned.

"I can't believe someone agreed to marry you." Loona added. "But the universe has it's mistakes we all have to live with." His only response was to flip her off, letting her know she won the argument.

Haichi sang a merry tune as he looked through the treasure. "We got some jewels, we got some jewels, we got us all some jewels." So many wonderful things given from their son.

"Gold and pearls and diamonds too, such lovely and dandy jewels." His wife followed suit as they kissed in the middle of their sorting. "Ooooh, I love our little Iruma-kun. He gives us so many lovely treats and does all the things we don't want to do."

"I know, thank you for putting up with that bit of morning sickness, dear." He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. "You're the best."

"No you are." She chuckled. Such a lovely life the two of them shared. No job, no obligations, no responsibilities, and absolutely no regrets whatsoever. "Jewels, and shineys, and … books?" Teien questioned, pulling out a weirdly marked book, very thick from the look of it. "I didn't know Iruma-Kun knew how to read."

"Well we DO have to send him to school at least half a year so the Social Services wouldn't investigate us, remember?" He pointed out. "He must have left one of his grade books behind his latest tax to us … speaking of, did we get him to pay our taxes this year?"

"I'm not sure. At the beginning of the year, we were on that private yacht when we sent Iruma to the Amazon to dig in that ancient temple."

"Oh yeah, good times." He muttered as he looked over the inside. "... That's weird."

"What is it?" Teien questioned.

"I KNOW it's not in japanese but I can read it anyway." He glared, looking at the design much more closely. "Satanic rituals and bargaining for Dummies. The beginners guide to the occult and the demonic.

"Satanic rituals …" His wife looked over the book. "... Crap, now we need to put in effort to ensure the afterlife is comfy." She pouted. "And after all the good fortune we've had so far."

"I know, such a shame." Haichi shook his head as he opened the book up. "Huh… it seems there's quite a few spells in here. Immortality potion, cursing your enemies in five easy steps.. Oh this one sounds like a winner." He pointed to a paragraph. "How to improve your mortal life by bargaining with your soul. Simply summon a demon from hell and they'll give you whatever your heart desires."

"Hmm … on the one hand money and power beyond our wildest dreams." His wife commented. "On the other hand, instant death through something eating our hearts and souls … should we gamble it?"

"Now hold on, let's look at our options… who says it's our souls we have to gamble?" He smirked.

"... Oh you cheeky genius!" She kissed him on the cheek. "I mean, it's only natural. It's Iruma-kun's job to make us happy, and by selling his soul, he'll be making us happy for the rest of our lives."

"Exactly what I was thinking honey." Haichi nodded. "Now let's see. To summon a Demon." He read along. "We need one live animal to sacrifice, a pepper infused pentagram, and to use one of the following chants depending on the size of said sacrifice."

"Hm… Iruma-kun did give us that dear when we were craving fresh Venison." Tein nodded.

"You go bring them here, I'll draw the circle up." He grinned, grabbing a marker as he got to work. He traced a line as he tried to get the drawing as close to perfect as possible, dabbing pepper here and there as it slowly formed into a coherent pentagram. "It's done!"

"And I got the little gal." His wife pulled the creature on a leash, pulling it into the center. "Now, stay there …" She tied it up, before moving out of the way. "Hit it up dear!"

Grinning, he opened the book. "Too weak … to strong … ah, here we go." He cleared his throat. "Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, taizai no ikimono to torihiki o shitai to kangaete imasu. Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, kono sanji o sekai-kan no michi o hiraku tame ni tsukaimasu. Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, jinrui no aku o shiru imawashī mono to no kōshō o motomete imasu." He chanted, as the pentagram slowly began to glow a soft, bloody red, the room shaking in anticipation.

The deer cried out in fear, before they slowly began bleeding. "EEKK! EEEEK!"

"Sssh, sssh, quite little one, your life will be going to a greater cause." Their eternal happiness and pleasure.

Eventually the cries stopped, the deer falling on the ground … as the corpse began pulsating, twitching, its stomach gurgling … before a red claw burst out from the corpse, slowly gripping onto the edge as it pulled from a realm not quite their own. "Oooh, is it really working?" Teien asked with a bit of a jump in her step.

"I think it is!" Haichi cackled. "Come on out big guy! You can do it!"

Another claw joined, as what looked like antlers pulled themselves out of the corpse. Except they were attached to eyes that rotated out of control, a smile that seemed to glowing smirk that seemed far too unnatural, a bloody red suit following. "There's nothing quite like… the fresh taste of raw venison in the morning." A deep and staticy voice came out of the mouth that did not move as the world itself seem contort and twist from it's appearance, the very air corroding and corrupting with ever second. The demon seemed to pause, noticing the window. "... Is the sky blue?" And just like that, the voice was more normal, but still staticky as the creature seemed to shrink.

What stood from the corpse was an admittedly well dressed man, wearing a LOT more red than what one would call fashionable. They carried a cane with a microphone on the top of it, the single eye seeming to glow. The demon had red eyes, with now normal human pupils. They had two fluffy ears atop their red hair. And the smile … showing nothing but sharp, yellow teeth. "My my, the sky really is blue …" And it's attention was turned to them. "Excuse me, Madame, Sir, would it be too much to ask for an explanation of this current predicament."

"Of course!" Teien smiled brightly. "We found a book on demonic pracitises, and used it to summon a demon to bargain souls for!"

The demon seemed to blink, as if caught off guard … before moving to them with pure energy. "Well well well, I must say, this is quite the most amusing AND unexpected situation I've been in in quite some time. Either Lucifer for some inexplicable reason likes me, or the rules up above are even more of a load of malarkey than I originally assumed they were!" The demon laughed jovilaly but slightly unnervingly. In fact, there seemed to be a laugh track coming from their voice. "Where are my matters, the names Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you two, quite the pleasure!" He shook their hands excitedly.

"Oh please, the pleasure's ours." Haichi smiled as he returned the shake. "If of course, what it said about bargains were true."

"Of course of course, you came to the right demon! I'm a MASTER at deals!" He shouted, his hands glowing with energy as multiple objects appeared in his hand. "What tickles your fancies chums? Money, power, saving the life of a poor loved one? Anything you desire I can make happen… for the right price of course."

"The very first one. We desire money, enough money to last us the rest of our lives so that we never have to worry about work again." He held his wife's hands. "So we can spend all our time doing nothing but be with each other.

"Aaah, a man of wealth. Wanting nothing more than to enjoy your life without labor. I see." They nodded, holding out their hand as it glowed with green energy. "Very well! All the money you could need for your life … in return for your souls." The world seemed to distort.

"Now hold on. Would it be possible to use our son's soul instead for this deal?" Teien asked.

Alastor blinked, the static in the air seeming to spike a bit as a confused look overtook their face. "Do what now?"

"We want to be wealthy, but we don't want to give anything up ourselves." Haichi explained. "So we want to trade our son's soul for all the money we could ask for."

They seemed to tilt their head … unnervingly so, in a ninety degree angle. "Hahahahaaha!" The laugh track played harder. "You two would fit very well in hell! I haven't seen such a brazen display of callousness since the police brutality of the nineteen thirties! So many broken families" Racehorse music played.

"So, it's a deal?" His beautiful wife asked with excitement.

"Now hold on a minute, chums." Alastor halted them with radio static. "While I'm perfectly fine taking a soul here and there, and I admire your ethics to underhanded backstabbing, I do have the question the value of a living child. I already have quite the spectacular maid under my service for cleaning." The demon smirked. "Do note that I am not a demon that's so easily amused, so if you have a hook, now's the time to sink it."

"Hmm." Him and his wife turned their heads away for a moment. "Being a servant was our biggest sell for that, what else would Iruma-kun be good for?" Teien ask

Hmm … "Oooh, I got it." He snapped his fingers. "Manual labor! He's a survivor after all."

"Tempting… but I have a handy cat with lovely conversational skills to fill that void."

"Damn it, that was my next best hope." He pouted.

"Wait a minute, I may have an idea." Teien chuckled. "Mister Alastor sir. You said you weren't a demon so easily entertained, correct?"

"Correct indeed! The last seven years have been a bit boring. The screams of the damned are so dull when you've ripped them apart over and over."

"Well then I have the hook for you." She grinned. "Our son Iruma has quite the entertaining life. There's nothing he won't do that's ask of him. If being entertained is your intention, then I guarantee our son will be the greatest source of it. Just him trying to survive one day on his own will be enough to keep you laughing for decades to come. After all, isn't misery the source of all comedy?"

The demon's ears perked upon hearing that, their blood red eyes looked thoughtful as Alastor tapped his chin. "Hm… entertainment through surivial… well I do enjoy seeing the hopeless struggle endless only for their futile efforts to end in vain and explode spectacularly in their faces as each minute of their lives becomes more and more meaningless…." The world seemed to contort in static as the demon's voice got deeper. "And this child of yours, Iruma, is he a go getter with a positive attitude?"

"The most positive!" Haichi nodded. "There's never a day where he doesn't smile." He told the demon. "And if you want to, you can always force him to by saying please, help me, or I'm begging you! He'll do anything you want if you tell him those words."

"Oooh, mental conditioning, and here I thought that fell out of style. You twisted little devils.." The demon dear cackled. "Ah, what the hell. I can sense a once of a lifetime opportunity and I won't turn it away now. So, where is this little child of yours?"

"Oh, we have him out doing one of his many jobs for us. We always keep him busy with labor so he never stops giving us money." Teien nodded. "We can get him if he's needed personally…"

"No no, I believe that won't be necessary." The demon grinned wider as he stuck his hand out… and out came a contract "Just sight their last name here, and dab the pen in the blood of both parents." He handed them an ink pen. "I'll take the child, and you'll have a lifetime's worth of money."

"Sure thing Mr Alastor!" Yes, it was in the bag! He jammed the pen into his finger, drawing a little blood, and his wife did the same, as they signed 'Suzuki' onto the contract.

Multiple glowing symbols filled the air, as the shadows seemed to laugh. "Quite the pleasure working with you …" They chuckled with a stitched radio-like grin glowing in front of them … before the dramatic light show stopped. "... Does the book say you have to do something to send me back or … do I just live here now?"

Haichi looked it over. "Summon for one hour."

"Eh, guess the latter was too much to hope for. Me, the Radio demon, hoping, HAHAHAAHA, now that's hysterical!" The speaker on the man's cane played the laugh track played out.

"... I have monopoly while we wait." Teien offered.

Emily groaned as the police FINALLY stopped their interrogation, Iruma walking out of the station. Her baby Iruma, in jail, something that should NEVER in a million years happen. It was an accident, and her baby didn't deserve to suffer from an accident. "I still can't believe they didn't even hit me with a manslaughter charge…. I don't believe in god but if that's not divine intervention.." It was only slight divine intervention on her part. Nothing major, just a slight whisper or two to give her baby boy some slack. After the life he lived, the boy more than earned it.

She stopped trying to deny it, Iruma was her child, and every day physically pained her to see the things thrown at him. The people around him that took advantage of his kindness, those horrible parents that conditioned him to be a slave to everyone around him, and those horrible good for nothing imps surrounding him in sin!

It was increasingly obvious that the Imps were a problem that she needed to deal with. Iruma was growing to tolerate them more and more, and if she didn't act soon, they may lead the boy straight to hell with their demonic and sinful intentions and machinations. Sera wasn't going to do anything, so it fell onto her as a guardian to help him before Iruma became a sinner.

"Lets see …" The boy muttered to himself. "If I grab some magnets, I can strap myself down to the top of the bullet train in Hong Kong, and cut the travel time in half without needing to waste any money. Then I'll have enough change to purchase a snack, something light, and still give enough to Mom and Dad so they don't start anything again." If there was one, ONE value to such a pure soul losing their unlimited optimism, it was being aware that the Suzuki parents were irredeemable monsters. He no longer sought out their approval or validation. He would still give them money unfortunately… but he didn't see them as good people, which meant she could hopefully put him in a more pleasant path .

Once he got to Hong Kong, she'll create a path where he could find a NON lethal and life threatening job to work for, and then intercept all the money he sent to his parents and create a private account for the boy to use for himself. Of course, after a while they would call the CIA to inform them that their son was missing, and he'd be sent right back to the Suzukis, but once Iruma was eighteen … he would be set. Emily would make SURE that her child lived a happy life that he was denied for so long. Just four more years … four more year and the suffering would be over.

"All that remains is getting past customs … luckily I keep my passport secure BEFORE I get to a dangerous job, so I just need to stop by the hiding spot in the shrine. Maybe I can meet that nice lady who gives out steam buns." He smiled. "So good …" Iruma froze, before ducking-

Bang

Under a bullet. "Damn it Moxxie, I expected you to be a better shot than all the dead baby makers form your-"

"Would you please stop referencing my bed life, I feel uncomfortable about this job as it is!"

"What the-you guys!?" Iruma shouted as the three imps were seen from the ceiling. "I don't even have a new boss yet, what are you still doing here?!

"Oh, that guy you shoved out of a window paid us to kill you!" … What?

"WHAT!?"

"Well, not pay, cause we started this policy where kids die for free, which was a massive mistake on my part, not going to lie." Blitz sighed. "But we can use the free advertisement he promised to give us if we ripped off your head, so if you would please stand still and let us kill you, that would be easy on all of us."

Wait… did they just use… "..O…Okay…" The boy hesitated, shakily nodding as fear and terror filled his eyes.

"Oh sweet, he understands!" The imp shouted, about to kill an innocent child for mere money …

… This … this … "No …"

"Man, that echo breaks at the weirdest times." Millie scratched her head..

"For the last time, you can't break sound!" Moxxie shouted.

"You …" She revealed herself.

"Wha …" The tall imp asked in confusion.

"Will not …" Emily unfurled her wings.

"Oh crumbs.." Moxxie whimpered.

"Harm this child!" She screamed, opening her many eyes. "Iruma, run!"

"AAAHHH! EYEBALL MONSTER!" …. Well, that was disheartening, but the least of her worries. Time to use the big guns.

"Iruma, I'm begging you, run and don't turn back!" He instantly began bolting away, no hesitancy in following the command … running from her.

"Great, now I have to chase after-"

"You will do NO SUCH THING!" Emily shouted. "I am sick of you always hurting this kid and his life over, and over, and over again! Trying to turn him into a killer, tempt him to steal, teach him the words SUGAR DADDY!"

"Wait, you were listening to all that…. Wow, who knew you angelic types were so pervy." The tall one joked… mocking her…mocking her duties…. Her life goal of protecting her child.

"Sir, that's a Seraphim!" Moxxie shouted.

"Yeah, and I should give a fuck?" Blitz questioned.

"The same rank as Lucifer."

"Actually….I'm higher than your king, demon scum." She growled as she let all six of her wings raise. The holy flames melted away all objects to ash, but all life such as trees and the soil remained untouched and warm. The guns melted within their arms as their hands were burnt.

"AHHH!" Millie screamed. "What the hell bitch!?"

"Now, here's what's going to happen." She marched up to them. "You all are going down to hell. You are never coming back here and harming another life. And you will stay AWAY from MY CHILD!" She let out a blaze of holy flame and encased them in a circle of it. "Is that clear?"

The tall imp opened his mouth, before Moxxie grabbed it. "Sir, if this is any insult to her profession or her lifestyle, drop it." And the tall imp proceeded to close it. "We're.. We're deeply sorry.."

"Save your apologies, scumbag. Count it as a blessing that I abhor violence…. But don't you dare tempt fate…ever." Emily threatened one more time before flying off. …She had broken all the rules…

She broke them… and she didn't care. Emily's top priority was protecting Iruma and his happiness. If Emily lost her job… or worse… her rank… she would still consider it worth it if it helped him.

Iruma did his best to flee into the sewers. The eyeball monster had wings, it probably hated being in cramped, underground environments with a lot of dark light. And the gas would make it too dangerous for the killers to shoot off guns in here. The cramped space would be annoying, but Iruma could deal with it compared to dangerous long ranged weapons.

Just run away, live, and hopefully make it to the edge of the city. After that, you can get out of this crazy town and hide out. After all, the red guys don't know where you live … right? Please don't let them know where you live. Well they always popped up wherever he was no matter where he was in the world..

Of course they were out to kill him. Iruma thought, stupidly, that they weren't that bad. Sure they took away his jobs, but the short red lady was always nice and hugged him, and the short red man at least apologized for ruining his life … he even thought..

No ... no they weren't his friends. Iruma had no friends. Friends were people that cared about each other and made others smile. But Iruma's role in life was to make people smile, meaning no one could be his friend in return. You can do jobs, but don't trust them to not take advantage of you, that's just what people do.

Okay, he was five miles down. If he made another few turns he'd reach the edge of the forest. He'd be home clear, and no one would be around to hurt him. Iruma could figure out how to deal with the hunters later. Maybe he could try a fake id and disguise. Maybe he could get a haircut and get rid of the cowlick? A new hair color could be nice to try …

He turned a corner, finally reaching the forest … and came face to face with the eyeball monster! "AAAHHHH!" He kicked off the ground, doing his best to backtrack. He needed a new exit strategy.

"No wait, Iruma, it's okay!" The creature called out to him, appearing right behind him in a block of an eye.

"It can teleport …" There was no running. He was going to die.

"Iruma, trust your instincts, is anything going off for you right now." The creature held him by the arms.

It … it wasn't … it wasn't … "No …" He took deep breaths, calmer, but still weary. "I .. I don't understand what's going on.."

"I know.. I know your confused.." The creature nodded, as their form changed.. revealing what looked like a girl with grey skin, white hair, freckles, and dress, and cool blue eyes.. eyes that presented… kindness… and warmth.

"Who… who are you?" He asked. "You're warm… it.. it feels familiar.."

"It's a long story.. one I might never get to tell in full." The woman petted his face. "Do you want to leave your parents?"

"I.. I can't.."

"Do you want to leave your parents?" The woman asked again, her eyes filling with worry and… empathy for him.

"I …" He gulped. "I do …"

"Then we'll leave." She held out her hand. "I'll make sure that no government can find you. We can live out in another country. Find you friends, education, jobs that don't take advantage of you … life will be worth it."

That … seemed too good to be true. "What's the catch?" There had to be something she wanted from him. Everyone wanted something.

"No catch. I promise. I just want to give you a good life." She bodded.

"No one wants to give me anything." He shook his head. "Is there a job you want me to do for you? Some kind of position you need me to fill-?"

"Iruma… please…" She cried, pressing her face against his. "You've already given so much of yourself to other people.. please let me help you for once."

"… Alright." He still didn't trust this … but she said please.

"Great …" The woman smiled. "Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Right." He was moving through the sewers after all. Iruma moved forward … only for his foot to catch on something. "What the …" He looked down, only for what looked like his own shadow was latching onto his shoe. "Is this part of-"

Creak

The ground cracked open… and a firey pit of brimstone and misery opened out of the ground. "No.. no he's not dead! He's not a sinner!" The woman shouted as the grip got harder. "Iruma…!"

"What's happening-!" He squeaked as the shadow pulled him down, and he was left gripping to the ledge. "Aaah! Where happening!" Was he dying!? He didn't want to die he didn't want to die.

"Don't panic, Iruma; I got you! I got you..!" She grabbed onto his hands and held him tight…

Creak

But it was all for not…. The shadow pulled harder… and he was forced to let go. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH-!"

"IRUMA!" The lady screamed, trying to grab him … before nothing but darkness remained. He should have realized it … he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.