Alastor laughed as they arrived. "Wonderful, what a wonderful show! Driving Vox bonkers then breaking him, oh the joy, the insanity, the other lack of humanity and nonsensical squalor!" Alastor figured that it would be fun to let Vox mess around with his latest toy for a few hours.. But he couldn't have imagined the boy completely humiliating and emasculating the pompous prick in such a grand fashion. It was one of the few times he was slightly tempted to even use a television to watch the carnage unfold. "My boy, you've truly outdone yourself this time! Here's some of Rosie's sandwiches as a reward." He cackled, presenting the platter.

"... I need the food after what I just went through." Ha, he was breaking already! This was already proving to be a very fruitful investment.

"The the the the the-THE RADIO DEMON!?" And adding to the ever entertaining after were the small gaggle of misfits that were these three imps.

"Yes indeed!" He moved over to the imps and hellhound, shaking the shortest male's hand. "Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure! I had no idea my latest soul was invested in hell before I even made my mark. Quite the fortune fate gave us indeed."

"Don't worry, Mox, I speak business, so calm your dick." The taller imp smirked, pushing the shorter male aside and grabbing Alastor by the hand. Hm, quite bold. Alastor didn't know if that was bravery or stupidity. "Greetings you old timey creep. The name's Blitz, the O is silent, and I am the proud owner and founder of the Immediate Murder Professionals."

"Ah, I.M.P. I see you really thought out the acronym. Quite impressive for someone so worthless they don't normally get seen as people. Quite impressive indeed."

"Pfft, screw other people. If we're so worthless then why are they always crying to latch on onto my dick?" Ah, proclaiming one's importance through their sexual engagements. This definitely painted the picture of a sad clown.

"Welcome back kid." Husker noted as he sat down next to the boy. "I take it you're not in the mood for a drink?"

"I don't wanna deal with the headache when Vox fixes himself back up and comes back for vengeance." Young Suzuki groaned.

"AHAHAAAHAAHAAHAAHAHAAAHAAAHA!" Alastor let out his biggest laugh, disturbing everyone around him. "Oh that's you're funniest joke yet, Iruma. That overrated Box set will never come even close to my humble abode..Believe me, he's tried before…"

"So … you hate the man too?" The small male imp questioned.

"My good imp, anyone who can stick it to that overgrown tv can call me a pal." Alastor grinned as he sipped a cup of tea. "So, give me the scoop, the cream in the tea, what's your history with my personal pet project."

"Well, we met this little darling tot about a year ago." The female imp grinned as she affectionately rubbed the boy's head, something that seemed to annoy the lad. "We went topside to murder our client's former boss in the mafia, and this little cutie here happened to be the janitor at the time. We were all set to kill him, but the fella was a bit more slippery than I thought, so I got to talking and then began treating him like my own kin."

"Not how I word it.." The boy muttered. "From then on, they've run in and destroyed my jobs month after month." Iruma explained. "Before eventually, I was a target. I only escaped because some eyeball monster blocked them."

"OOH, Did you make those eyeballs bleed and gush all over like a grape?" Nifty chimed in with her lovely commentary.

The imps took a look at the girl, and proceeded to attempt to ignore her as many failed to do. "That would've been that, but then Millie got all sweet and sentimental and literally dragged our assess across hell to find the brat." Bltizo rolled his eyes.

"And me." The hellhound grumbled. "Hey cat, that booze still up for an offer?"

"For dealing with this shit, yes." Husker passed a glass over.

"Well, well, well well, I believe this has opened up quite a few lucrative possibilities." Alastor grinned. "To go through so much trouble over one human child would be an arduous task for any demon, let alone three imps."

"But we do it anyway, for love." The female smiled.

"Or stupidity, I find that option more believable and funny." He cackled. "Yes, I believe letting them share the reigns in this little contract of ours would prove VERY beneficial to both parties."

The boy looked curious at that. "Does… that mean you'll let me go?" Iruma questioned.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAH, Not at all child, you're under my contract, and believe me…you'll never escape that…"

"Was worth a shot." The kid shrugged as he sat down on the couch.

"However, it seems this rather irrelevant group of Imp is exactly the extra spice this new show needs to stay fresh! I'm willing to let them be a part of it." He grinned. "I am willing to grant partial custody over to IMP to add to the boy's ever growing torment in his stay in hell." He chuckled. "Listening to his screams in hell AND in the human world broadcasted should be quite the entertainment."

"Wait a sec, you saying this is free advertisement?" The tall imp questioned.

"Not my intention in the least, but given you'll never be able to shoot another frivolous commercial again, I can-"

Alastor was immediately cut off as the demon grabbed onto his staff. "Greetings all of hell, my name is Blitz, the o is silent. At IMP, we work on a very special and needed work that all sinners can agree on. Murdering the living. If you have someone you want revenge on, call us, and we'll send the fucker down here with you."

"Now now, my impish compatriot, don't get ahead of yourself." Alastor held up a finger as he snatched his staff back. "You'll have one week. My shadow will be broadcasting your exploits. If I enjoy the antics, I'll leave the boy into your company's custody, though he'll still answer to ME above all else and do what I say whenever I say so."

"So, I get to go live with the people who consistently ruin my life." Suzuki grumbled.

"You'll also be sleeping in a different building than where Alastor sleeps." Husker said as he drank.

"...That is very enticing."

"Nice knowing you chomper." Nifty waved. "Send me a limb if you lose it."

"With me around, no one's going to be harming a hair on my little tot!" The female imp grinned, hugging the boy.

"You're fucked kid." Both Husker and the Hellhound noted as they too a swing of a bottle.

"I know… I know." This was going to be VERY entertaining, in more ways than one.

Loona groaned as she walked out the elevator. "That cat makes it strong …" Already got a fucking hangover. "Where the hell is the avocado salad?" She hated everything about the past few days, and all because these three idiots got attached to some living little fucker she had no business getting into. And now she had likely ANOTHER annoying voice to deal with trying to block out the shit of the world.

"You ate it, remember?" The fatty groaned with an accusing finger as they made their way to the office.

"Fuuuck." She grumbled.

"So this entire building … for a business about killing people?" The little shit they were stuck with wondered.

"It's actually a shared office space." The limp dicked imp spoke up. "We have a reserved parking place, and own the first floor however."

"You're looking at the soon to be kingpins of the assassin world, boy, so soak in the greatness while you can!" Blitz smiled proudly as he kicked the door… and broke his foot right through the wood. "Mox, you're cleaning that."

"Why!?"

"Good point, new kid, you need to earn your keep here, fix this door."

"Understood." The little shit grumbled as he got to work unbolting the fucking thing.

"Blitz, it's his first day with his new family-" The bitch pouted.

"Didn't agree to that.." The kid muttered the first thing she had even the mildest of sympathy for. Being stuck with these idiots wasn't something she'd wish on anyone.

"And he's still likely reeling from the trauma of living in hell and almost dying. We shouldn't work him so hard so fast.."

"It's a fucking door Mils, christ on a stick, I'm not asking him to go out and murder someone…. That comes in week two, unless he's a prude like your dickless husband, in which case we'll have him carry the coffee or something."

"Joy." The little shit muttered.

Loona groaned as she rubbed her head. "Can you shitheads keep your arguing down for the day?"

The little shit tilted his head. "Are you okay?"

"No, no I'm fucking not! I've been on my feet for the past three days cause for some reason this bitch cares about you.." She gestured to Millie. "Fatty's too spineless to fight it and Blitz is just an idiot!" She bared at teeth at him. "So zip it before I-" The kid instantly reached out his hand behind her ears, rubbing her with three fingers in a circular motion.

"Oh crumbs, he's going to lose a hand." Fatty gasped.

"Hey, who said you could touch-" Loona blinked as she felt her nerves calm down. "Touch…." The fur was starting to fall. "Touch…" Her foot lightly tapped the ground. "That.. that feels not bad…." Her hangover headache…. Just vanished like that.

"You seemed really stressed with how agitated you were." The kid answered as he moved it to the back of her head-oh god yes!

"Um … how are you alive?" The fatty questioned.

"I learned that if you scratch three notches behind the ear, wolves don't try eating your flesh." The kid smiled. "I was just lucky she didn't have rabies."

"No she doesn't, my sweet looney is too good for your horrible human diseases!" Blitzo grabbed her by the head and the headache instantly began making it's return. "But she'll need to get her Hellbies shot in a few months. Oh believe me, that is NOT a pretty sight you want to be around. Unless your a sick fucker into that." Blitz glared at the brat and took out the gun. "Are you a sick fucker into that shit, kid?"

"… I have no idea why I would want to be around a sick girl." The kid said obviously.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Blitz." Millie pouted as she hugged the kid's head, making him stop rubbing. "You can't be talking with that potty mouth as long as the tot's going to be staying here."

"Millie, it's hell, and he lived with the fucking Radio demon AND almost got killed by Vox. He's DEFINITELY heard worse than anything I can and will say."

"True." The boy nodded as he went back to the door. "Now I just need to unscrew these parts … where do you guys keep the tools?"

"In the back, I can get them." The fatty spoke and just like that, the headache was back again. Shit, we're these fuckers just that annoying? Why did everyone here have to annoy her? The only one that was close to tolerable-

She turned to the kid. "Do it again." Loona muttered.

"Huh?" Iruma asked. "Did you like it?"

"Don't make it weird, it's just the least annoying thing I have to deal with in this shithole! Now do it again or I'm biting off your face!"

"Yes mam!" The kid said in a high pitch tone as he continued his-oh yeah…. That was the shit she needed.

"Ahhh.." She grinned, before looming down. "So… parents sold your soul?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Sucks." She noted.

"Yep." He nodded. "Just something to get used to."

"I get that." Well, if he was able to get rid of the headaches, then there was no harm in at least presenting herself as nice. "Mine left me in a pound for 17 years."

"Mm. Lucky you." He spoke up as he rubbed her head. "They stopped ruining your life before you were old enough to know they were terrible."

"Least you have faces to scream at to shit all your problems towards." She shrugged. "I'd kill for the chance to know what they look like… and bite their faces off."

"… Personally I'm not a fan of violence, but you do you." The kid shrugged. "Last thing I want to give my parents is the assumption I care what they think."

"Smart." She nodded. "I'm not going to mince it and say things will get better with these morons."

"I wasn't expecting things to." The kid sighed.. "They just drag me here, now I live with it." He said as he scratched her neck. "First step, fixing a door that's probably going to keep getting broken."

"It probably will." She wagged her tail from the satisfaction. "Key to handling the madness here… just don't question anything. Blitz will get pissy and try to compensate for his insecurities with his ding dong."

"I know … I've met the man." The kid let out a hollow chuckle. "I think he as a problem if he's always worried about it."

"Understatement of the fucking year." Loona laughed. Maybe she had something to make things smoother for this personal hell she had to live with.

Moxxie watched as the child sat on a chair, idly gazing at the wall in silence, as if he was just waiting for the next order. So dead inside, like a machine. "Is the brat even breathing?" Blitz asked with the lack of tact Moxxie's come to expect out of him. "Kid's creepin me the fuck out with the dead silence act. Like that movie with the well and the girl. Maybe it's something his people just have with those squinty eyes."

"… I can't tell if that statement was made from ignorance or racism." Moxxie glared.

"Could be a bit of both." Millie shrugged. "Tot, you doin alright?"

"Yep … just waiting for whatever happens next." He said in a tone devoid of energy. "Be it explosions, a job, or running for my life."

"Wow, way to be a Debby downer kid." Blitz shook his head. "Here we try to be positive as we steal people's money and blow them up."

"Horray, more explosions." Iruma rolled his eyes.

"Guys, remember, as horrible as his life was on earth, he's still in hell. That's a downgrade no matter how you spin it." Moxxie pointed out.

"Yeah, and unless the radio fucker is entertained enough by his torment and suffering, he's not gonna let the brat stick around, remember?" Blitz pointed out. "Unless you feel like we can fight a guy at minimum three times stronger than Vox without the blue haired kid's suprise attack."

"Yes, that is quite the predicament." Though Moxxie felt morally dirty by realizing that they themselves were just another means at torturing someone that didn't seem to deserve it. "What can we do that counts as both torment and beneficial to the boy at the same time?"

Blitz rubbed his head a couple of times, before snapping his fingers. "Hey kid… THINK FAST FUKER!" And brought out his flintlock and shot at the kid's head.

"AHHH!" Iruma jumped out of the way. "This is completely rhetorical, but are you insane!?"

"Yes, my therapist legally deemed me so, now dance, this is to help you survive!" Blitz cackled as he fired more and more bullets.

"In what way?!" The kid screamed as he ran around the room, jumping around and avoiding even a single scratch.

"We're in the assination business kid, dodging bullets is half the job, and if you're gonna earn your keep, then ya gotta dance for those biscuits!" Blitz called out.

"Blitz, don't you dare shoot holes in the tot!" Millie called out, ducking under a stream of fire.

"Oh relax, he's fine …" The imp paused as he stopped shooting. "A little too fine … not a single nick. How the fuck did you get so good at this?"

"You dragged me into multiple gang fights, remember?" The boy nodded.

"I thought that was just your guardian angel preventing you from getting in too deep with precarious situations." Moxxie theroized.

"..My what now?" Iruma asked with a tilt of his head, pausing for just a second.

"You know, that big ole frilly, feather, snooty and prissy gal in white and with all them eyeballs that melted anything unholy in her path?" Millie reminded.

"Oh … her …." The kid groaned. "I kind of forgot all about her until now.."

"She's half the reason why we worked so hard ta find ya so quickly." Millie explained.

"Never met her before." He shrugged. "At least until you all tried shooting me."

"How long are you going to hold that over us?" Blitz asked.

"If someone paid you money would you do it again?" The child asked back.

"… Alright, continue the bitchy rant." He wondered if their boss even understood the concept of standards.

"I just… I don't see the point of an invisible person being around and being expected to care." Iruma carried. "What would even be the point? Is she just a stalker following me around? Someone that laughs at my misery? At that point, I'd have to give Alastor credit that at least he's not lying to me about it."

"Well, given the one or two times we've seen rubbles and missiles getting deflected in mid air." Millie spoke up. "I think she was watching over you like a living umbrella, you know, to help you on your merry way.

"If she wanted to help me, she would've done something about my parents a long time ago. The moment she offered help my life went to literal hell." He said with a groan. "If she couldn't even tell me to my face for the past forteen years she was right there, then she might as well not even exist. Cause from what you're all telling me and everything I've seen, there's nothing different about demons OR angels."

"Don't take it too hard kid…. Heaven sucks in its entirety." Blitzo waved off. "A supposedly perfect paradise doesn't exist without some kind of iron chain around everyone's neck. Like my dad use to say, for every hole, there's a dick waiting to jam it in and peg the fuck out of it till it's all worn down.

"… Yeah that checks out." The boy nodded. "Life sucks no matter what. So just live."

"...This must be a new ring of hell I was unaware if Blitz of all demons is giving sound life advice." Moxxie muttered in disbelief.

The door was knocked on. "Hey, we have a new client! You idiots are going topside again!" Loona shouted.

"Ahaha, looks like the free advertisement is already working!" Blitz shouted. "I knew it was smart of myself to agree to this deal!"

"See, that's something I can believe in." Iruma said. "A real exploitative reason like everyone else."

Emily had been a bit … obsessed the past few days so to say. Given the lack of information in heaven about hell, she dedicated herself to studying all earth knowledge of it. Basically hiding within every library and reading any book she could on the matter. The internet was too diverse … and too full of smutty fanfic. And how the heck could 45 genders exists? She wasn't even sure how that would work anatomically.

The point was she tried to find any sign of the symbols she burned into her head when Iruma was dragged away, with little success. There was no precedence set for a LIVE human to be bound to hell. By all accounts it shouldn't be possible. You live your time on earth and then you're judged, that was the bottom line. Good and evil, black and white, that's how it was supposed to be.

So, given her numerous road blocks, Emily decided to take a break. She sat on a park bench, watching the humans around her … the families … the mothers and their sons … "This was a mistake." Emily wept. Problem was, she couldn't even BEGIN to to note where her mistake laid. Did… did she make a mistake taking this guardian role to begin with? Should she have just kept to her role as the enhappyifer of winners?

No… no, if she did that, then she would've never met Iruma.. She never would've seen his pure soul endure all his suffering. "Maybe it was because I broke the rules?" The knowledge of angels was meant to be secret. She shattered that secret and altered the world with it. Emily read the news reports of glowing pillars of light in China, mostly either strange weather phenomena or apocalyptic signs. With Iruma closed off from her… she didn't hold back her wrath… and she didn't care too.

She.. maybe it was because she got invested period. Cherubs and other guardian angels were able to preform their jobs without causing a mess with everyone's lives. If Emily just stuck with blessing the Suzuki's as a whole, she could've saved everyone heartache… she could've seen Iruma grow up, live his life with a decent wife and family… a family that would support him as much as the supported them… and she could've seen him till he died of old age… where she would meet him in heaven as a winner for striving in this harsh world that pushed him down over and over.

Emily.. Sera was right. She shouldn't have gotten so emotional.. But she couldn't help it… Emily loved Iruma… and every second she lived without him sent an aching in her heart that couldn't be healed. She couldn't move on to another guardian role, they wouldn't be Iruma. She couldn't go back to keeping Winner souls happy, they wouldn't be Iruma.

"Is.. Is this what hell feels like?" Emily sniffed, trying to wipe the tears. "To be so close… but never reach what you want… to never…. Comfort what you love…?" Why was the universe so cruel … please … she just wanted to help him. Was that too much to ask for? Was all that just too much? Was he born to suffer … what kind of mistress was life if she allowed this kind of hardship to be …

"Kid, just stay still and hold the weapons, I thought you were good a squeezing into tight spaces." A familiarly annoying and dreadly hellish voice spoke out in the air near some bushes.

"I am, just not with fifty pounds of ammunition strapped to my back."

That … that voice was … was she loosing it? Emily moved, hoping and praying with all her heart that it was the voice she dreamed of hearing again. "Well suck it up! I got Moxxie lifting three hundred pounds in spaces tighter than my ass!"

"Wait, the ammunition in total should only weigh up to one hundred and fifty pounds at best."

"I have Loona fill it with sands bag to watch you struggle to lift it with your noodle limbs."

"YOU WHAT!?"

"Quiet bitch, you're gonna give us away!"

"Both of you are makin the tot uncomfortable! It's his first day on the job and ya'll not making it any easier!"

"I'd honestly be uncomfortable either way Millie."

She looked behind the bushes … seeing a familiar blue mop of hair … with a cowlick … and a familiar height … he was here … they brought him here … her baby was HERE! "IRUMA!"

"Ah!"

BANG

A few seconds passed, before a folder fell to the ground. They all stared at the downed child. "... Oh fuck." The imp whispered.

"MOXXIE, WHAT DID YOU DOO!?" Millie shouted.

"I PANICKED!"

"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SHOOT CHILDREN MOX! WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU GETTING OWN YOU HIGH HORSE SHIT ALL WEEK IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO DO IT ANYWAYS!?" Blitz slapped the smaller imp.

"If you didn't want to shoot children, what about me!?" Iruma shouted.

"THAT CHILD!" Emily shouted in horror.

"AHH! THE ANGEL BITCH IS BACK!"

"Why are are all yelling?!" Millie shouted.

"CAUSE YOUR HUSBAND FUCKED UP ANOTHER JOB!"

"I know first aid, I'll try fixing him up!" Iruma ran over to the child like the kind soul she remembered. "Ahh, his head's bleeding! Somone tell me they have gauze and bandages!"

"I got it!" Emily took out her own supplies. Emergencies just in case Iruma ever came into something even she could protect him from…. Which didn't matter anyways in the end …

"Oh crumbs, oh crumbs, I shot an innocent child, I've become worse than my own father!"

"You didn't think you were monsters beforehand!?" She shouted over to them as a crowd gathered. "After ruining the life of a child and dragging them to hell!"

"Hey, like we said, we didn't do dick with that, we're the one's that saved him!" Blitz shouted right back.

"Oh like I'd believe ANYTHING you hell scum have to say after everything you've done to my baby-!"

"Don't…." Iruma spoke up, glaring at her, looking like he was preventing himself from saying anything more explosive.. "Dont… don't call me that."

"I …" Her heart shattered seeing that look… that look of disdain and disgust at her.

"Stop pretending you care and just help me get this kid secure and bandaged." He held the young child by the head.

"...Al… alright…" Emily weakly responded as she grabbed the innocent one by the legs.

"Don't expect me to pay you for this one Mox." Blitz shook his head as the three demons got out of the bushes. "Okay, where's the nearest and hopefully cheapest hospital? We need to get this shit cleaned fast before too many hire ups catch wind."

"Are you creatues crazy, you're out in the open!" She screamed.

"That possum shot that child!" A man exclaimed.

"... I think you're giving humanity too much credit toots." For the first time in a while, she was inclined to agree with the monsters.

Iruma groaned. "Great, now we're at a hospital … the prices are going to get this kid killed if the bullet isn't." This is why he prefered self care, it always hurt the budget less in the end.

"I think we can lump this responsibility on the parents… who we'll have to keep quiet about this whole thing…" Blitz muttered as they waited in the hallway. "Hm… maybe we just make it look all like a car crash and end the whole family."

"Is nothing on your mind but murder and the corruption of others?" The apparent angel woman asked.

"Horses and all the kinky ways they know how to have it all." Blitz grinned. "Besides, not like you can't pinned this on us, bitch. You're just as responsible as us here."

The woman sighed. "Great … great … I'll have to explain this to Sera." She said, turning to Iruma. "Once I get you out of here of course."

"You won't." He said.

The woman paused. "Iruma, I meant what I said earlier, I'm not going to send you back to your parents."

"I'm sure that's what you planned … you know… after fourteen years of hiding yourself from me.." Iruma gotten used to the feeling of irritation in the past few years… but now… now he was feeling angry… more than angry.. He was livid. "Cause after fourteen years, I'm sure there's a mandate that you needed to meet for whatever job you have."

"… Should we …" Moxxie spoke up, looking uncomfortable.

"Sssh, this shit's getting good." Blitz grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"Tot, maybe it's not the time-"

"No, it's the perfect time, because for the last fourteen years, I had no one to blame for my life except my parents, and I was fine with just passiviely ignoring them and then forgetting about them." He was a pet to them. They sent him to fetch them stuff. "But now I realize that there's someone else I can throw in there…for ruining my life."

The angel looked like an ice pick was thrown into her chest, and Iruma actually felt bad… it was unnatural for him to want to say anything like this to anyone…. But wether it was Alastor pushing his buttons, the IMPs forcing him into a role he didn't want, or just…. Years of callousness rubbing off on him… he couldn't just let nothing go unsaid… he needed to let this out. "Iruma…. just let me help you and-"

"You know, I could have dealt with it if you didn't cover me from a bullet or two. Or get a little colder on snowy nights … but you said nothing." Iruma interrupted.

"Iruma, I wasn't allowed to-"

"Allowed to what? Say there's one person up there that actually cares?" He asked. "I'm not your son, I'm just a job to you." Because in the end, no one cares about Iruma. No family, no friends, no one. The sooner he accepted that, the better it would turn out. "I don't know how your life up there in heaven is, but I know for a fact that it's a hundred percent better than ANYTHING i've had to deal with in my life on earth!"

"And we can try and fix your life on earth now that-"

"THERE IS NO LIFE ON EARTH!" He screamed, pointing to his shadow. "My parents sold my soul to a demon!" He shouted. "Sold it to a crazy radio psycho who wants nothing more than to see me suffer! I can't even wish for death, because that just means I lose access to earth, the one place I can actually PRETEND life isn't as bad as I think it is!"

"What… they…. They.." The angel glowed brightly. "They're not going to get away with this Iruma, I swear we can fight-"

"You lost the right to fight for me the moment you let it happen.." Iruma gripped his hands. "Now the closest thing to relief I have is the three psychos right behind you because they are at least trying to make things easier for me, even though they're REALLY BAD AT IT!"

"You're welcome." Blitz smiled with a mouthful of popcorn.

"My parents sold my soul, and you just sat there and took it!" He shouted with tears in his eyes. "Now I'm stuck in hell forever, getting tortured just because the guy finds it funny!" He shouted, as his legs felt too weak for him to stand, making him get on his knees. "The closest thing I have to a friend is another demon who knows that no matter how hard you try, life doesn't get better, and all we can do is suck it up! THAT'S THE LESSON OF MY WHOLE LIFE! To suck up and absorb the pain while other people benefit! I'm a living tool? I've accepted it, I've lived with it, just cut the pretense that you're the maternal figure I need because if you are, YOU'VE FAILED SPECTACULARLY!"

"Iruma.." The angel cried.

"Stop talking like you care…" Iruma shook his head. "Just say you don't and get it over with! Just leave, pretend I don't exist, that's better than you claiming you see me at all…"

"Iruma… I see you…" She floated closer to him. "I…I love you." She loved him…. She loved him…!?

"Where were you when I needed you the most…. Not just being sent to hell… but when I needed a hug!? Or a pat on the back, or when I needed just the slightest bit of assurance that my life matters!? That everyday of my life wasn't just some practical joke for the amusement of others!? Where were you!?" He cried more as his voice strained. "Where were you…. Where were you…." She wasn't there, she was just watching him suffer. She just stood there and let him get ordered around. She wasn't there, she didn't love him. Iruma wasn't someone to be loved.

"...I will never say I don't love you Iruma…" The angel said with a shaken tone. "For all my horrible mistakes… I won't ever say that." She got on her knees and lifted his head with her soft… gentle fingers. "I'm sorry … there were rules that I couldn't be seen." She cried, holding onto him, fluffy feathers on his back…. With a warmth that filled his brain with… fond… nostalgic memories. "But trust me … for so … so long I wanted you safe and sound … every night … every bit of rain on the tents … when you had nothing but newspapers … I'm sorry." She held him tight.

"Why… why…" Iruma just kept crying. He wanted to believe her… he wanted every word that she was trying to say to be true. "Why… why…" Why could she just appear to hug him….why… why couldn't he have a mom he could say definitely saw him.. ""Why… why…" It was all he can say at this point.

"I … when I asked to be placed on earth, I had to follow rules … I already broke so many … I couldn't let you see me …" He felt tears. "I let you think my voice was nothing more than a broken echo …"

"I CALLED IT!" Moxxie shouted.

"Moxxie, quiet, this is heartbreaking revelation!" Millie shushed her husband.

"But I promise… I won't tell you to love me… I won't tell you I'm right… or that you'll always have me… I.. I won't give you false hope…" She whipped his crying face. "But.. I promise I won't be a broken voice in the wind anymore. My word means nothing…. So I will do everything I can to prove it."

Why… why couldn't Iruma hate her? Why did he want to hug her? Why did…. Why did he hope that this woman actually…. Actually loved…

They heard sniffling, turning to see a doctor crying. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt …"

"No, go ahead, things are getting a little too mushy now." Blitz waved off.

"Well, the child will live, but he'll need surgery. Now what insurance provider do you freaks have?"

"...The fuck's insurence?" Iruma and the angel woman began walking to the exit, already expecting the response. "Hey, where the fuck are you two going? Wait, why is he wheeling the kid-OH SHIT!"

"...Well… if there's anything I CAN trust you not to do… it's not to put me through more insanity than these three!" Iruma shouted as the angel grabbed him by the arms to fly them out.

"I try my best … are you sure you-"

"The radio demon can warp me anywhere in an instance. Alastor only lets me hang out with them because they might have new ways to torture me, and Blitz keeps me around for advertisement so I know he's not hiding any motives."

"..Huh?" The angel asked.

"Oh yeah, the radio demon finds me funny and broadcasts my life to hell …" He paused. "Like our entire conversation …"

"...Well, you wanted more open admission…." The angel chuckled weakly. "...You… maybe… want to grab some ice cream before… you know?"

"...Sure…. That.. that sounds nice…" Probably the last nice experience he'll ever have.

Millie patted her little tot on the back as everyone gathered around in the board room. Moxxie shooting the wrong target was one thing, but Iruma's little open heart with the angel…. Just… "Fuck man." Loona said after about ten minutes of silence. "Fuck… what else can you say?" The radio demon was true to his word, everywhere the tot went, all of hell heard in return. "Just… fuck." It even had people as callous as Loona speechless.

"Yep … that." The boy himself muttered, staring out of the window … "Just … yeah …" He hadn't really said a word about the situation, likely processing the scene before them. Iruma tapped his fingers across the chair in a silent and disjointed tune as he gazed.

"… So, let's switch to less depressing topics." Blitz spoke up. "Like hitting the right target this time Mox."

"It was an accident… a horrible accident, but an accident nonetheless." Moxxie grumbled. "And I would also like to point out that Loona said the target would be there and we waited a half hour without said target in sight."

"Sit on a dick Mox, it was a little hard with that constant rain of bullets Blitz shot around." The hellhound grumbled.

"You sit.. sit on…" Moxxie struggled to come up with a decent comeback, making that cute scowly face. "Do your job!"

"Hey now, Loonie Toonie did her job perfectly." Blitz rubbed his face against the girl. "And she's a valuable member of this family." A small smirk that was rarely seen came over the hellhound, before vanishing just as quickly.

"Are you kidding sir, she's awful!" Moxxie complained. "You treat her like some troubled teenager, but she's more like a meth addicted homeless woman you let man the phone!" Her husband growled.

"Moxxie, calm down. We don't need two of our team breaking down." Millie petted his head.

"I AM CALM!"

"And you're just being offensive, Mox." Blitz waved outside to bums on the street. "Without homeless people I wouldn't have half the joy I do in this life."

"Wow, no wonder you get along with Alastor." The tot commented, looking like he was half listening to the conversation.

"What was that, you blue headed bastard?" Blitz glared. "Keep in mind that I'm the only thing keeping you from said radio fucker."

"Nothing sir."

"Blitz, don't be like that, he's had a rough day." Mille patted the boy's head.

"Yeah, and you're totoally making it better by acting like your his mom when you've fucked over his life." Loona rolled her eyes. "And dragging him away from his other mother."

"I have no moms." The kid grumbled. "Parents just suck the life out of you till your nothing but a husk."

"Not all parents." Millie's were quite lovely. And Blitz was an okay dad.

"Yeah, I'm as awesome a dad as I am a boss!" Blitz shouted.

"You're a terrible boss!" Mox shouted.

"Take that back, or so help me, your employee of the month award is going down the drain!"

"You guys all fucking suck." … They all turned to the kid hooked up to a life monitor.

"Thank god you're alive." Iruma sighed, a small smile on his lips. "Don't worry, once you're recovered we'll get you back hom-"

"'Once you're recovered we're get you back-' Ugh, I heard enough of your whiney bitchiness in the hospital. 'Oh why didn't mommy and daddy love me, why can't I die?'. Bleh. It's been hell pretending to be dead so you dipshits don't kill me, but after that whiney mess, I want death!"

They all silently stared at the brat. "… Don't be a moron." Iruma spoke. "No one wants death."

"Oh like I'm gonna care for the Chinese guy that can't even get a grip on his own balls."

"Hey, brat, shut it." Blitz threatened the piece of shit. "You're lucky to even be witnessing thisz-"

"Your a selfish greedy unfunny clown." The kid went on. "And ima kid. We're suppose to like clowns. Even the crusty creepy ones!"

"Hey, that's not very-!" Moxxie tied to argue, but The kid pointed accusedly..

"If I wanted to talk to a spineless Jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit."

"Hey, that's my husband you're talking about-!"

"THAT's your husband!?" The little shot laughed. "I figured you for a slut, but I didn't know you needed dick THAT bad!" Why that little-!

"And you!" He pointed at Loona.

"What about me?" She growled.

"… Nothing, I don't like dogs, I'm a cat person." The brat scoffed.

"… Considering Loona and Husk are the nicest people in hell, does that make me a dog and cat person?" Iruma questioned.

"It's makes you more likable than this piece of shit, that's for sure." Blitz grumbled as everyone was glaring at this kid.

"Anyway, I don't care if you don't like me or not." Iruma continued to speak up. "Death is still stupid, so I'm gonna make sure you live-"

"Hold on, I got text from the client." Loona spoke up with a smirk. "Turns out he was the right target after all."

"Who?" Blitz asked.

"Him." They pointed to the kid.

"Me!?" The brat shouted in surprise.

"Yep."

"Wait, they wanted you to kill a child?" Iruma asked.

"Yep."

"Oh, so just like the time we got hired to send this guy down to hell." Blitz pointed to the tot.

"Sounds like it."

"Well, christ on a stick, maybe there is a god." Blitz smirked as he plucked his pistol out and shot the brat in the chest.

"… Of course he still dies." The tot's face fell. "Why try and have an opinion or morals in hell …"

"It's okay little tot, he was a bad seed, and you're still as pure and good as ever." Millie hugged the boy. "So fuck that kid."

"...So… is he just… going to end up down here?" Iruma asked. "Like… is the body going to morph into a demon.."

"Nope, only the soul's required for that, which means we're free to kick the shit out of his corpse!"

"I'm oddly down for that." Moxxie raised his hand.

"Dibs on sawing his head off!" Loona volunteered.

"I'll mush his limbs into paste!" Millie cheered.

"I'm… gonna throw up." Her tot went to the nearest window.

"And I for one at the immediate murder professionals want to say that we just want to prove that we're capable of doing things just like you.. like killing people. So we kill you target on us or your money… is gone and you're not getting it back and you can write us a bad review but it's hell and no one fucking cares."

Blitz watched as the deer fucker cackled loudly and vigorously. It was the end of the week, and besides a few bumps, he thinks he did pretty well. "So, what's the verdict mr cannibal man?" He grinned. "Are we flawless or what?"

"You imps are by no doubt, the most incompetent and most untrustworthy gaggle of misfits I have ever seen." The overlord shouted.

"Hey now-"

"Which means you're PERFECT for the job of breaking this boy's spirit to dust! Ladies and gentlimps, you have your, as you so rudely put it, free advertising."

"..now you mean lean sonuva a gun, you have an eye for talent!" Blitz diverted. "I've learned from my dad how to be a shitty role model, best of worst."

"I must say, the angel bit was quite delectable." He chuckled. "It's so rare to see a sinner scream out against their parents without murder being involved. A devolving conversation with no future trust … truly beautiful." The overlord whipped a tear from his eyes. "So much passionate drama! It's far more than the comical route you've shown me thus far my young friend, I believe, no, I know the show will continue to provide joy to all of hell if you still with these inept misfits!"

"So glad to be a star." The kid rolled his eyes. "I'll go grab my suits."

"Ooh Moxxie. This is wonderful!" Millie cheered as she shook her spineless husband. "Our murder family is adding it's very own tot! We'll be able to guide him in all the ways of murder and bloodshed!"

"Is it even something to celebrate when the kid's just getting another leash on his collar?" Loona asked.

"Meh, he'll be farther away from the torture one." The cat demon shrugged as the kid walked out with a suitcase.

"Bye Husk, thanks for the drinks and talks."

"No prob kid." The cat sinner saluted. "I'll still be here in the gutter when Al calls you back."

"Bye Nifty, thanks for … being conversation."

"You're welcome, you spineless chomper." The creepy cockroach midget smiled as she hugged the kid's leg. "FYI, try building some muscle, maybe more people will want to eat you alive in all the right ways if you fix your physique a little."

"I'm trying to get people to not eat me. There is no right way to eat someone."

"Of course there is! It's all about how you low simmer and baste them." Obviously.

Valentino took a whiff of his special stuff as a familiar lightning bolt raged on from the other room. "Looks like Vox finally pulled himself together." He duly noted.

"About bloody time. A whole fucking week absent. What was he doing? Dreaming of hate fucking Alastor?" Velv questioned.

"Or fucking me over his corpse." Now THERE was a fun idea. Needed a good whore to act as a lifeless body though … someone pain tolerant. Maybe Angel Dust could comply …No, then people would complain that the best whore is being fucked over and not fucked. Angel was the star, and stars needed to stay out of reach.

The door slammed over, as the familiar tv faced man raged on. "MOTHER FUCKER!" His boy toy screamed out, lightning running rampant. "I AM GOING TO TAKE THAT CHILD AND RIP HIS SKULL CLEAN OFF HIS BODY!"

"Ha, and here I thought killing deers was the only way to get you hot and bothered." Val chuckled. "It's so funny watching you be the out of control one." And exhilarating.

"I had my fucking head blown off Val, don't you dare toy with me right now!" Vox smashed a window. ""I had that little deadweight moron right where I wanted him, and he slipped out of my grasp every single time!"

"Yeah, and made a fool outta ya while he was at it." Velv showed up her phone stats. "There's been a fifty percent decrease in tv rationing and a 70 percent investment in radios in the past week you were taking your piss nap.

The lightning sparked as the tv flared red. "That radio fucker! I will rip him limb from limb!"

"Relax Voxy, the kid's not gonna go anywhere. Alastor's still broadcasting his every move." Val assured. "Besides, his little show revealed a new interesting capital for hell … killing the living." He turned to Velvet. "You're already planning on taking it over, aren't you?"

"It's almost like you have a functional brain for once." Their somewhat surrogate daughter/sister/whatever shrugged with a smirk. "Do you know how many celebs I could bring down here for my business? Prime capital just waiting to be dropped at my feet!"

That sent the tv head for a loop. "Killing the living …" They instantly calmed down, taking deep breaths. "That is … quitethe market to capitalize."

"And it's all in the hands of a coue of Imps that are so idiotic they litterally shoot themselves in the foot." Velve cackled.

"I see … I take it since you haven't gone down and just blasted them apart while I wasn't there to hold your leash that there's more than meets the eye?" Vox questioned.

"Got it in one, Voxy." Val nodded with a puff of smoke. "The source of their portal power happens to be out of a deal between one of the Imps and an Ars Goetia … a very DTFy kind of deal if you catch my drift."

"We fuck them up, we get a prissy powerhouse wrecking half of pride for our souls." Vox nodded. "Alrighty then, I'll leave it up to you Velve, I'm gonna go try fixing up the image broken by a snobby brat."

"Godspeed to you Vox… trust me, once you see the stocks, you'll probably destroy your entire studio." Velv noted. Some people just loved a good laugh of a powerful man fucking it up.