Husk groaned as another explosion rang out. "The hangover was NOT worth the buzz!" The kid's voice shouted out. "Harder to think out escape plans!" In retrospect, maybe getting the kid drunk wasn't his best idea… especially with the kid being a lightweight, and only needing ONE drink to be too sheets to the wind.

Although half a cup got him spilling some wild tales … wild enough to make him question if Alastor was indeed the most fucked up soul in hell. "Heheheheheeheeheehehe." Nifty of course, being for sure the SECOND most fucked up soul in hell, clapped as the boy got singed by a stray torch. "Enjoy your pain, Iruma! Enjoy that delicious well earned pain!" The little creep cheered as she ate popcorn.

"I REALLY don't want to know which injury to the skull made you think that pain is enjoyable on yourself!" The boy screamed as he climbed a window. "Oh no, molotov, molotov!"

Husk threw a card at the man's hand. "Don't waste vintage wine on a molotov damn it!" Husk had very few standards, but the preservation of well good alcohol would always be one of them. "If you're gonna set something on fire, use cheep booze!"

"Oh, okay, thanks mister!" A goat demon nodded as they proceeded to do just that.

"Oh why do the rivers in hell have to be made of acid!?" The boy cried out as he leapt off a ledge onto another building. "So many escape routes gone!"

"What delectable chaos." Alastor chuckled. "I didn't expect so many sinners to come crashing at once. Do you think it's the chance at infamy, or just the innate desire for murder?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact the freaking Radio demon told all of hell that the kid was on open season." Husk rolled his eyes. As big of an ass Al was, the man was one of the most feared demon's for a reason. Even newcomers that never saw his wrath knew not to fuck around.

KAABOOOM

"So many pretty fireworks!" Nifty grinned as the walls broke down from one of the explosions flying off randomly. "Oooh, looks like I got work to do!" The girl took out her broom and began sweeping up the rubble.

"One house gone, twenty seven to go." The demon chuckled.

"You know you only have yourself to blame right?" Husk asked. "You never specified they can't touch your house when trying to rape or murder the kid."

"The entertainment is more than enough to make up for it. And you know I'm not one for material sentimentality."

"Or sentimentality in general."

"Now that's just not true at all. I will always treasure the glorious screams of my first victims." The mad man sighed like he was remembering a high school crush.

Husk stared at the man for a moment, taking a sip of booze. "So, where you been at for the last seven years?" Might as well get an answer on that part.

"Just a sabbatical." The sicko chuckled. "Getting some inspiration, resting at a vacation spot, destroying tvs."

"For seven years?"

"Fifty thousand dollars worth of tvs." The man chuckled. "Do you know what Vox could have done with fifty thousand dollars?"

"Make cheap porn with Valentino and launder most of the money?" Husk asked sarcastically.

"Exactly!" The smiling creep chuckled. "And i'm not one to let an opportunity like that just go to waste."

"Yeah, well, while you were being 'productive'.." Husk used air quotes. "The V's have grown. They ain't just the loud mouth wannabes they were back in your day."

"Oh please, they're only popular because Vox hypnotizes thes masses, Valentino contracts the downtrodden, and Velvet capitalizes on the 'youth' culture corrupting this cesspool of misery even more than usual."

"Well as someone who's skill was counting cards, let me tell you that unless you made a lot of deals over the last seven years, the three of them combined are reaching your soul count." He shrugged as he took a sip.

"Husker, my good boy, I aim for quality, not quantity." Alastor grinned. "The V's have gotten this far because I've allowed it. Timing is everything in entertainment." Of course the fucker was as creepy as ever.

"Excuse me." They paused their conversation, turning to some chump in a suit. "I'm looking for Mr Suzuki. Would he happen to be around here?"

"Two blocks down, turn right at the corner of suicide slum." Alastor waved off.

"Thank you." He bowed, walking in that direction.

"What a nicely dressed fellow… anyways, as I was saying..I'll crumble those cheap clout chasing cretins when the time is right."

"After giving them publicity?" Nifty questioned.

"Why the hell would Al give them publicity?" Husk asked, rolling his eyes.

"Cause the guy he just gave directions to had a Voxtech logo on his badge."

"Oh, did he now?" Alastor asked, although the look on his face made it clear that he already knew that. "Oh well, guess we'll just have to tune it and see what sort of calamity comes from this precarious predicament!"

"..You just handed the V's your current favorite toy on a silver platter." Husk raised an eyebrow. "You know they're just going to kill him to make a point."

"And I care about that because…?" Al let the laugh track play. "The boy is useful to me purely for his entertainment value, nothing more. If these is where his story ends, then it's curtains for little Iruma Suzuki."

"... I swear, you somehow got even more heartless than before." As if such a thing was possible.

Moxxie watched as Millie's eye bags seemed to grow. "Almost there … just a few more tries …" The past few days she's been searching all of hell for the kid. Not that Moxxie's heart didn't go out to his situation, but his wife has been putting off sleep for this. "Just gotta… search the next ten houses…. Before… moving to… the next city.."

"Christ on the stick, Mox, please, get your bitch to chill the fuck out for five minutes!" Blitz shouted as he fell on the pavement. "She's been dragging out assess across town nonstop and I'm getting a chaffe from the rug burn!"

"You think I haven't tried?" He whispered quietly. "Last night I got so worried I placed an elephant tranquilizer in her coffee…. And she was STILL moving."

"You should've gone for horse. Believe me, shit's WAY stronger due to the increased metabolism and lung capacity of a trusty and noble steed." Even in a tired state, Blitz's fascination for equines remained strong and disturbing. "I know you two had some weird soft spot for the ugly brat, but this is too far."

"Guilt is one of life's strongest motivators." Moxxie groaned. In all honesty, Mox felt like he should've done more for the kid too. Given his own past with Crimson, Moxxie should've sniped the two parents of the child the second he suspected something was off in the kid's homelife.

"Okay, this house is next." Millie grabbed a match. "If he's not in there, we'll burn it down to mark it as off the list." Definitely time to intervene.

"Millie … dear." He started. "Do you think this is a tad … much?"

"Not in the slightest Moxxie." She nodded. "We're gonna search every spec of hell, and anyone that stops me gets their legs broken."

"...Noted…" Moxxie would have to refrain from trying physical force… not that he had a chance on that front to begin with. "But honey, I know we've gotten to know this kid, but… it's taking a lot out of us."

"So?" Millie asked. "There's a little tot out there who's never felt the love of a parent lost in hell, and we made it worse. I'm a cold blooded assassin, but I'm not heartless enough to kick a tot down when they need a hug. Besides, I made a promise."

"To who? That angel bitch that smelted our guns in our hands?" Bltiz called out with a glare. "I still got melted metal on my ass that I'm still scraping off from that prissy hoar. Why the fuck would you even promise anything to anybody in HEAVEN of all places?! You know the second they're alone those angels shit on all demons in hell, and I'm not just talking metaphorically, they take all their dumps and send all their holy shit here."

"She just looked ... So broken." Millie said with a small voice. "I have no love of angels, but I've never heard of any of them prify feathered flyers actually giving a shit about anybody."

"Cause she doesn't. She just cares about her fucking job and how she fucked it up." Blitz rolled his eyes. "Bet you twenty bucks if she saw the boy again she'd just be glad she wasn't a failure."

"Well call it wraith intuition, but as a tough as nails gall with a big family, I think I can spot sympathy in the rare times it actually shows up.

"Did you have to drag my ass into this mess?" Loona questioned, scrolling on her phone. "I literally couldn't give a fuck about what you idiots are doing."

"I'm with you there Loonie, believe me, I wouldn't have brought you if I didn't think I had a choice." Sadly, Moxxie was starting to agree more and more with his boss's sentiments on the matter. "Besides, we barely know the kid's name other than the fact it's probably chinese sounding."

"Japanese sir." Moxxie corrected.

"I don't give a shit, and neither does the rest of hell!" Blitz called out. "I guarantee you that no one in hell is going to give a shit about Inniku baboi or Izuky Kuszi or-"

"Iruma Suzuki?" Loona asked out of the blue.

"Yes, yes, I know that's his first name!" Millie pointed out. "Iruma, that's the name of the tot!"

"How did you know that?" Moxxie questioned. Loona being useful was like a full moon. It only happens once a month.

"Cause the name's trending on Voxtagram." She stated. "Apparently he's a kid who got kidnapped by the radio demon and is going to be on one of Vox's shows."

There was a moment of silence, before their boss interrupted it. "Well, Millie, it was nice knowing the kid while it lasted." Blitz padded her back. "And yes, I am only telling you that as a lame attempt to make you feel better, I don't feel anything in the least other than laughter at pain that isn't my own."

"Blitz…" Millie growled. "You… are going to help me go over there … and BURN the place to the ground!"

"… Millie." He stated. "That's an overlord. We couldn't put that guy down even if we slit his throat, shot his face off, and set him on fire while shoving seventeen corck screw dildo's into his asshole. I'm the best dick slinging gun master I can find, and believe me, there's days where I scare myself with how impressive I am, and even I would dare touch an overlord with a ten foot pole. A sin, maybe, but not an overlord."

"..How the fuck does that make sense?" Loona asked.

"Overlords are just sinner's who's ego's have become as big as their dicks, and sinners are clientele. Screwing with clientele is fine, but we're still a business that needs them."

"...Oh my satan, he's actually learned how to think rationally." Moxxie gasped.

"Fuck you to Mox." Blitz flipped Moxxie. "Millie, even if we wanted to fight, we're seriously outgunned. No knife wielding badassery is going to take down powerhouses like those nut jobs. And even IF that wasn't the case, the kid's going to be dead soon anyways!"

"Not if we get to him in time!" Millie called out. "Loona, when's that showing starting?!"

"Right now." The hellhound showed off her phone, where flashes of blue lights and electricity flashed by the screen.

There stood a familiar TV face that Mox and Mil watched when they were bored on weekend nights and the … equipment was dry. "Time for everyone's new favorite game show! Wheel! Of! Mayhem!" The dead studio audience cheered. "Staring our first unlucky soul, Iruma Suzuki!" With a blue flash, a familiar blue haired child appeared on the stage.

"Wait, how did I get here?" The child questioned in confusion.

"Better question is that if you could've made it any easier to find you! All I did was send one of my gophers out and you just went with him without a second thought! It's hell, brat, I figured the concept of stranger danger would've made it harder to grab a hold of you!"

"..The man said please.." The boy said with a pout.

"'Aw, he said pweese, what a pathetic little whelp! This is the best the Radio demon could do after a seven year hiatus people! Clearly he's clinging to the last shreds of his relevance to depend on the lowest common denominator."

"And … you hate him too?" The Suzuki asked with a head tilt.

"With a burning passion, moron, which is why I'm going to tear apart his little pet project on both my medium AND his to permanently cement his failure at a comeback for centuries to come!" Vox cackled madly. "Sucks to be you, but then again, you're the one that made a deal with the radio demon."

"I didn't even make any deal of any kind! My parents sold me to him for money!"

"They what?" Moxxie asked.

"Say what?" Loona glared.

"What the fuck?" Blitz raised an eyebrow.

"Pardon?" Millie asked in a tone so low that flowers wilted.

"Oooooh….. That's… THAT'S FUCKING hilarious!" Vox and the audience laughed. "Oh, you were doomed from the start without anyone to care! How does it feel, knowing how much the universe wants to fuck you over with bad luck?"

"Honestly…. No different than how I felt yesterday, or the day before, and so on." The kid shrugged complacently.

"Well lucky for you, you actually get a chance to notsuffer with today's game. Wheel! Of! Mayhem!" The title appeared as the crowd cheered. "Now here's how the game works. You spin the wheel and get tortured. If you stay conscious, you gain the money! If you don't, you loose!" Vox stated.

"Loose what exactly?"

"Today's special loss condition … a holy blade in the chest." The overlord smirked. "Straight double death, no comebacks. Your soul is erased from existence! Are you ready!?"

"No, but I doubt you care about that."

"You're right, I don't give a flying fuck!" The audience laughed.

The tv continued to play, as his wife growled out. "I'm going down their, and I don't care if I'm doing it alone-"

"You won't." Moxxie nodded. "I'm coming."

"Not without me, you're not!" Blitz shouted. "We're a family, and a family that fight's together cums together always!"

"One, gross, two, why the change of heart?" Moxxie glared.

"I realized there was someone with an even shittier dad than mine." Blitz nodded… ahh, that did make sense. Good to know his boss wasn't completely heartless. "Loonie, you head home. I'm gonna text you an address, portal in as many guns as you can find in my closet. Do NOT check under the bed."

"Don't worry, I haven't touched your horse dick collection." Loona rolled her eyes.

"Hey, it's not a collection, their anatomically correct models I use for scientific research!" And like that, the respect Mox gained was gone.

Vox smirked as the wheel slowed down. "For your first opstacle …" It stopped. "Run through hot wax rain!" A brutal classic form of torture. Val loved to use that one for his shoots whenever he needed one of his hairy bitches to loose some leg hair. "You'll have two minutes to ran across the room while hot wax pours down." With a snap of his fingers, he creatures a 'simple' obstacle course for the brat to run across. "If you don't get throuh in the allotted time, the entire floor will open up to a giant vat of hot wax and burn you alive from the inside out, if you don't suffocate first before that!"

"...Is that it?" The kid asked, creating a silence so immense that a hell cricket's chirping could be heard.

"...What the fuck do you mean by that's it?" Vox growled. "It's your first fucking torture, you should be screaming in panic."

"Well, on the inside I'm worried, hot wax burns and it's super bitter, not even close to edible." The human shook his head. "But the way you're describing it… it kind of feels… basic?"

"Basic…" He growled as he shot a bolt at the kid, a bolt that he dodged. "What the fuck do you mean by basic!?"

"I mean, it doesn't sound too different from the hot wax factory job I had." The kid explained. "The stuff there always dripped."

Vox felt his eye twitch. "Fine then, if it's so easy, you have oneminute to survive. Time starts now!" He shoved the kid forward.

"Oh no!" There it was, the scream of fear as they … moved around every fallen drop. "Left, right, left, use the groves as a ladder, jump, roll, sideways."

"What the hell!?" Was the kid some kind of olympic fucking athlete!?

"Vox, don't mean to interrupt your little attempt at a piss war with the Radio Demon, but the kid's trending and your polls are plummeting down the shitter." Velvette told him over the coms. "Latest is #VasicVox, which isn't even clever, ugh so lazy. I'm gonna burn whoever created that one."

This was not going to stand … it was just a fluke. There were plenty of other ways to ruin that brat. He growled, waiting until the kid cleared the obstacle course before warping him back. "Look like you won a hundred bucks!" The studio audience cheered. "Now, for your next torture!" He spun the wheel.

"Wait, wasn't I the one who's supposed to spin the thing?" The kid asked. "Did you forget your own rules?"

The Audience that he had made for this fucking show started laughing, making Vox slightly blue screen for a second. "Save all questions for the end of the show, if you make it out alive that is!" The wheel continued to spin until it hit … "Ah, looks like we got a fun one folks! A twist an old classic! Find the hay the in the needle stack!" He glitched the world into the next stage. "This one's self explanatory, you have one minute to find a piece of hay in a needle stack." Poisonous needles of course.

"Oh yeah, I did this on a barn once … before it got burned down by that tall red possum guy." The kid muttered as he moved closer to the pile of tiny deadly metal.

"I'd get a move on fast! If the time runs out, we'll strap you to a giant magnet and force all the needles into your body one at a time!"

"Right!" They jumped inside. Ha, just a matter of time before the poison corroded their insides, slowly melting them away as they screamed for mercy that would never- "Found it!"

"WHAT!?" He shouted as the kid came out holding onto a single strand of hay. "How the fuck did you do that!?"

"Oh, the smell of hay is pretty distinct. I once grinded some to make bread ... granted it was very bitter bread and came out burnt, but I don't like to complain."

"But … I … but you .." Not even a poke!? He could see Val chuckling in the corner. "Alright then, next round!" He spun the wheel again … landing on his personal favorite. "Grab the key!" He put them over his favorite tank. "I'm going to lock you inside of a tank filled with sharks. Find the key, and get out!" The trick was that none of the keys at the bottom of the pool were the right one, it was strapped to the inside of Nessey's mouth. Always the lovely little eater. "Time's up when you stop moving, so you better hold your breath!" Vox shouted.

"Oh, that's not a problem. I've had like fifty fishing jobs in my life and I've learned how to expand my-"

"We aren't here to hear your boring ass life story, it's hell and your life literally doesn't matter!"' Vox shoved the kid into the tank and quickly locked it. "Hahaha! There's no way this one's gonna fail! No more bullshit to cut through!"

They began swimming down, looking at the keys, tossing them one after another as the sharks slowly circled him with grins on their faces, their sharp teeth waiting a few panicking moments before going down to rip the kid apart. "Vox, you're two for three at the moment, this one better work or the memes aren't going to stop." Velv gave him a heads up.

"Don't you control those?"

"Yes, but you failing this hard three times will force my hand to let you suffer through your own bullshit."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, my little sharks are trained masters at murdering little sinners who need a reminder on why they do what I say-"

Chomp

The kid… was eating Nessy from the stomach up! "Aaaaaaahh! MY BABY GIRL!"

"Ooh. I thought only I could make you scream like a little girl." Val chuckled.

"No no no no!" That little monster ripped through Nessie's fins before grabbing ahold the key. "Nooooo! Nessie, keep swimming! Don't stop! Daddy's here for you!"

"And we've got a hundred new hashtags.. heeehe, #Sadbox. I think I'm going to keep that one in the wall."

He growled as the boy escaped. "Woo. Almost worried for a second. Couldn't figure out which key-"

"It's time for the lightning round, brat." He created a booth. "Ten questions, ten seconds to answer. First up." He pulled out a random trivia question. They might be physically adept, but his dumbass nature would be his downfall. "How many bees can exist within a beehive?"

"It varies from colony to colony, but the maximum amount is around eighty thousand."

Ding

"Correct…" Vox growlers as he built up more power in his hands. "If a train is traveling at two hundred miles an hour from North Dakota to North Carolina, how long will it take to arrive?"

"Eight hours."

Ding

"Correct…"

"Vox, stop with the slowball questions, hit him with the impossible shit!" Velve shouted. "The views are skyrocketing just to see you piss yourself!"

"I'm ON IT!" He shouted to the air, before going back to the brat. "What's the longest a human can survive without food?"

"Depends on if we're talking about with or without water. One week without both and three months with hydration only."

Ding

"Correct…." How the fuck did this kid keep AVOIDING HIS DEATH!? "What are the ingredients in a tetanus shot!?"

"Are we talking just the active ingredients? Because those would be tetanus toxoid and diphtheria toxoid."

Ding

"HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THAT!?" He shouted.

"I had to learn how to make my own. Do you know how expensive they are at hospitals?"

Ding

"Halfway there." The kid muttered.

"THAT LAST ONE WASN'T A QUESTION!"

"Yes it was. You asked what I knew and I answered." The studio began laughing.

"Can this get any more annoying!?"

"It can. There's never a limit when it comes to annoyance, misery, bitterness, or any negative emotions." The kid nodded.

Ding.

"SHUT UP!" He shouted to the sound guy.

"You're really bad at this." The despicable child DARED to say. "Then again I guess that's just what TV is."

"OOOOH fuck, now the kid's done it." Velv laughed.

"What…the fuck are you going on about?"

"Tv's just an overhyped, over rated hobby that doesn't matter in the end." The brat rolled his eyes. "It doesn't keep your food warm like a microwave, or cool you down like a fan, it just makes a bunch of noise that doesn't help you survive at all. Even the weather channel, the most practical use of it, is more off than one's own ability to read the weather."

Ding

"Sweet, I only have three more questions and I survive."

Survive … survive … survive? "Here's three questions in one then." Vox spoke, completely calm. "Do you think you'll actually live through these challenges? Do you really think that there is any way that you will survive in hell as a weak pathetic nobody you are …" He dropped his voice as he got close to his face. "Do you think anyone will cry when you die?"

"Yes, probably not, and no." The kid nodded. "But I've stopped thinking that anyone will care about me, so being alone isn't something I'm afraid of."

Ding.

Winner!

"..Val, getting the holy bullet Machine gun ready, this brat is notleaving here alive."

"Thought we were saving the expensive ammo for Alastor himself."

"I'M MAKING AN EXCCEPTION FOR THIS LITTLE FUCKING RUNT!"

Blitz groaned as he crawled through the vents. "For an overlord they sure have a dirty space. At least the lust ring washes down the sheets when they're done." He still hated this whole thing, but hearing that the kid was sold by his parents… that stung close to home for Blitz. At least when Cash did it, it eventually led to Blitz finding out and scoring that fancy ass book from Stolas. He couldn't imagin who the kid had to fuck in order to get ahead in life.

"Never let it be said that the Vs have standards." Moxx groaned. "Alright, so we throw in a few smoke grenades, grapple the child into the vents, then leave."

"And chop off-"

"Millie, we can't fight them in the slightest." Moxx pointed out.

"Listen to you tiny cum squirter Mills, he's on point for once." Blitz nodded. "Second we get the kid, I'm having Loona portal us back to the office." Luckily, her talent of watching trashy tv shows would come in handy. "Anyone have an ETA on when we're getting to that studio? All I've seen so far is dressing rooms and porn shots… ohh hello mr ripe sausage…" He peeked into one of the vents.

"Is there ever a time you don't think with your genitalia, sir?"

"Is there ever a time where you don't breathe Mox?" Blitz smirked back.

The prude imp scoffed as they continued crawling … "Sir, I see some blue light up ahead on the right." He said. "That has to be where Vox is."

"The big ass TV lord himself.. Damn I would've done to those blueballs to get him as a client." Never let it be said that Blitz was a master of fucking himself over.

They crawled over in that direction for a moment … seeing the kid run across flaming coal as he constantly slid his feet around. "Burnt skin is much better than burnt muscles, avoid the sharp rocks!" The kid shouted as he moved.

"STOP MOCKING ME!"

"I'm just trying to live! How is that mocking you!?"

"YOU'RE EXISTENCE IS A MOCKERY IN OF ITSELF!"

"Well, the kid's boned, let's turn away and…" Millie held a knife to his neck. "Sorry, had to try that just once." He nodded. "Mox, grab the smoke bombs, get ready to toss them once he's in the clear."

"On it sir." Moxxie nodded as he grabbed the objects in question. "Dropping in three, two, on-"

Crink

They looked at the metal around them… seeing it bend and crease downward. "Damn, these V's are cheaper than even I expected." Blitz scratched the metal as the were slowly breaking the vent from below. "They got aluminum instead of tin."

"Ohhhhh SHITTTTTTTTT!" Mox called out as they crashed through the ceiling, making the smoke bombs go off every where as they landed infront of the running kid.

"YOU GUYS!?" He pondered. "Wait, this makes too much sense. Of course you three are demons."

"Tot!" Millie grinned as she hugged the kid. "We've been looking all ovah hell for you!"

"... Oh this is just not my day." The child grumbled as he pulled himself out of the hug with a less than enthusiastic groan. "Then again hell itself hasn't really been my day."

"No time for sarcasm!" He pulled out his phone. "Loonie, get us out of here no-"

CRACK

A bolt of lightning shot through his phone. "Hey, not cool asshole! I still had fifteen payments on that!" Blitz shouted.

"So … that's how you wanna play it, eh?" The overlord cackled. "Now for a bonus final round for our little cheaters." The tv smiled … before the entire room was covered with tv signals and static. "Survive ME."

"I don't want any ifs ands or buts. You are getting a pay cut if we live, Mils!" Blitzo shouted.

"I'll gladly take it!" Millie shouted as she grabbed the kid's hand. "Come on tot, you've survived hell on earth!"

"Yeah, and you guys make it worse all the time!" He shouted. "You're not increasing my hopes even a little!"

The entire world glitched … until they were in a black room, covered with screens. "You know that I know. You hear me so, I exist around all you do." The screens started showing off multiple deaths and destroyed locations.

"This … does not bode well." Moxxie pointed out the obvious.

"Though I doubt that this hits you as the most shocking of blows, This reminder I bring to you." One of the screens got bigger, dragging them into some shitty zombie movie.

"Ah, zombie apocalypse! They said it was real and I didn't believe them!" The kid dodged several bites to the hide as he rolled underneath one between the legs. "Don't you guys have a magic portal or something!?"

"It's with Loonie, we need to contact her!" He shouted. "Mox, Mil, get her on a line!"

"That no matter the trade, there's no hope of escape, From the toll that I'm sure you'll rue." The world switched over to a cooking show … with the gang the size of fruit, as Vox stood over them with a giant kitchen knife. "Auf wiedersehen. You lost the game of life."

"Ahhh!" The kid pushed the married couple out of the way as they barely avoid the blade to the back. "How's he so big now!?"

"We're in his TV kid! HE makes the rules here!" Blitz shouted as the man tried covering them all in a tidal wave of boiling liquid. "Get Loonie on the line NOW!" He tried firing off a few bullets … that hit a wall, the sound of bullets coming out as they were put in an old timey war movie. "Ah fuck, tank!"

KABBOM

"As you wander through hell. The facade that you sell..!" The were sent to what looked like a vast and empty desert that went on for miles, until a huge sandstorm hit them. Bears a cross to the test of time!"

"Trench, threch, dig a trench!" The kid shouted as he made a hole in the ground.

"Sand in my eyes!" Mox screamed.

"Loona!" Mils shouted into the phone. "If you can see us on the show, open a portal now!"

It's a real motherfucker that you decide to rebel!" Vox popped out of the screen and broke the phone, only for the two halves to spout giant wires that sparked all over the place and taze them.

"Right, tv, screen, fuck." Blitz groaned as he was tazed in the ass. "Hey, unless you have a branding rod, you don't have the right!"

"As if we can't see the dead of night, There are millions of ways to remember the days." It switched over to a medieval execution, with nooses tied around their throats. "But they all end in sacrifice … Don't be afraid …"

"Gaaaggh!" Millie took out an ax and cut through the ropes. "You're gonna have to try better than that, you psycho-techno pathic cringe lord!"

"This is the afterlife~!" The bass boosted FAR too high, causing Blitz's ears to bleed out from the noise as a techno track began playing.

"YOU NOISY BITCH!" He fired off a few shotgun rounds into the shitty host's face … only for the bullets to fall to the ground, the screen uncracked. "Fuck-"

A hand grabbed onto Blitz's skull, as his face was fried with volts and volts of electricity. You thought this was hell? Oh ho ho, you have no idea."

Iruma groaned as he got up from the electricity coursing through his body, still recovering from the nose that was around his neck. "Bleegh. And I thought the literal chain around my soul was annoying." He looked around, seeing the two other red demons trying to recover. Okay, lets look at your situation. You're dealing with three imps that either wanted you dead or wanted to ruin your life, a tv man that definitely wanted you dead while being capable of controlling the world around him and is immune to shotgun shells. "What the heck are you guys even doing here? I don't even have a boss anymore.." Unless Alastor countered, which it didn't. Plus he wasn't even getting paid, so there was nothing good for them to ruin.

"We came.." What looked like swords made out of fire shot down from the ceiling as they dodged out of the way. "To help!" The female one explained.

"Right, of course you did." Just like they 'helped' every day of his life. Just like how they 'helped' trying to kill him. Just ignore them for now, they weren't the priority problem, you needed a way to disable an indestructible man with an eye in every screen.

"Look, we-" The short one moved his head away from a red hot buzz saw. "We know you don't have a reason to trust us ... And that's fine, you don't have too!" He jumped over a pit of sparking wires. "Just trust that we don't want to die right now as much as you do!"

"Yeah, I can trust that." Iruma nodded as the tall guy came flying next to him. "So, you had a plan?"

"Sort of, just need a …" A familiar portal opened up. "Loonie!"

"I saw the show!" Shouted a wolf girl. "Hurry up and-" A claw extended around her neck, yanking her over to an operating table as Vox now wore a doctor's suit.

"I'm afraid this doggie doesn't have long to live. We'll need surgery!" He pulled out a bone saw. "I'm skinning myself a fursuit!"

"NO ONE TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER YOU ELECTRIC FLAT ASS BASTARD!" The tall guy grabbed a chainsaw and swung it into the man's back … where there were a bunch of wires tied to the back of his head.

"Wait a minute, his tv head's wired.." Iruma glared at the back, an idea forming in his head. "... Keep his attention for three minutes." He told the red girl.

"Yo got it tot!" The imp girl gave a thumbs up and started biting at the man's leg.

"Seriously, biting my ankles? That's the best-"

GONK

The girl sent a kick right into the tv man's family jewels. "... FUC-" The entire world seemed to glitch out, along with a 'technical difficulties' message.

"Uh, hey, short imp guy.." He asked.

"Oh, name's Moxxie… guess if we really wanted to presented ourselves more friendly and peaceful, we should've given our names.."

"You just tried to kill me a few days ago, I would still struggle to trust you." Iruma stated bluntly.

"Fair point."

"You have a lot of weapons on you? You have any screwdrivers?" Iruma.

"Um …" He reached into his pockets. "I have a nail filer that's thin enough for the job."

"I've worked with worse, so it'll do." Iruma nodded. "Keep the front busy, I'll have the back covered." Iruma was by no means a strategist, or an engineer. His grades at school ranged from C minus to D plus on his best days. But he knew enough about electronics to know that the insides were always more fragile than the outsides. And if the TV head needed to be plugged in to make his powers work, then it was probably like any other TV, demon or not. And if what Nifty said was true, he didn't have to worry about killing anybody. It would still be unpleasant, but this was hell, and he was going to do what it took to survive today.

"Got it… and for what it's worth… I apologize.. I know it doesn't mean much.. But I had to say it once.

"Right." You had to take out this guy first. Once this whole thing was done, THEN you can run away from these nutjobs. Iruma snuck around Vox as he beat up the red girl over and over, the wolf girl jumping on his arm and trying to bite it off.

"Just get off and die, you dumb bitch!" The tv headed man shouted as more and more sparks flew off his body. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WHERE I'M IN CONTROL! You don't come into MY world and make me look like a fool!"

"You have a tv for a head, asshole, we couldn't make you look more ridiculous if we tried!" The tall red guy kept repeatedly shooting to no effect as Iruma climbed the jerk's back.

"Oh is that so? How about I make your head flat?" He asked, grabbed onto the tall guy's neck. "When I crush it like a garbage press! Like where you belong, imp!" He slammed his fist into their face over and over as Iruma finally reached the back, working on undoing the screws. Just make yourself light and unheard, and unfelt. Hope he doesn't notice you. "You should've stayed out of my way, cause now I'm going to replay your unimportant deaths as commercial breaks for all of hell to remember not to FUCK with VOX!"

Iruma sweated as he got the last screw out, pulling out the back screen as saw all the wiring and circuitry. It was all above his head, but he knew one thing. "Anywhere here have a cup of coffee!?" He shouted.

"What the-What the hell are you-!?"

"Right here Blue boy!" The tall guy tossed him a thermos. "I always keep a cup around to wash the taste of bad nuts out of my mouth."

Pulling it open, he shoved the thing inside … met with electricity knocking him back. "GAAHH!" That's smarts.

"AAAH-0-hs iwndjnaja-kkkkkkk!" Vox glitched and spazzed out as his screen displayed error messages. " FUCA -2EUERUWE-Hello my baby, hello my darling, hello my ragtime gal-EREREREROEOEOFFUCKYOURKIDSNAHAOUGHSDHSDHDF-"

KABOOOOF

The entire tv head exploded. "...Huh, I was just trying to put him under a system reboot or something." Iruma scratched his head. "Must've been made in china." Labor laws were always lax there.

"Wow, good goin kid, took out an overlord!" The tall guy cackled. "Everybody in hell's gonna want a piece of you now!"

"... Lovely." Now, back to his original plan … running for his life. He began running to a door. Surely this place had a fire escape to use, right?

"You can hitch a ride back with us, tot." The imp lady grinned as she gestured to a portal now opening.

"...I think I'll be better on my own."

"Oh don't worry about-" Moxxie tried speaking up, but he just survived what might be the devil for demons, and WASN'T in the mood.

"Look, I'm grateful you guys helped me, so I'll forget that you tried to kill me." Iruma said. "But you still tried to kill me, and even forgetting that, you guys have ruined half of every job I've had in the past year. This isn't me being mean or petty, it's just being practical about my safety." He said.

"Oh is that sooo?" Iruma turned his head, and saw that his shadow was grinning… right, the broadcast, of course Alastor was listening in.

"... You're gonna send me with them just to suffer some more, aren't you?" He asked.

"Let's discuss matters in a more… comfortable setting." And within a blink of an eye, Iruma, and the psychos that he could blame for running his life, were swallowed up by the shadow of the radio demon. Great…. Just what he needed.