Octavia nervously, but excitedly felt her stomach jump as she lead her friend, her only friend really, Iruma by the hand as she lead him through her house. Dad was off on business somewhere, and mom only stayed in the house to yell at dad, so it was the perfect time to bring Iruma over without having to deal with her paren'ts bullshit. "Wow, this is a huge house." The human stared around with awe. "It must take forever to clean to make it this shiny."

"I … wouldn't know …" She chuckled nervously, already feeling awkward. The down sides to being one of the one percent. "Past job?"

"Yeah, but I lost it when I walked into a basement and discovered she was a serial killer that liked making dresses out of skin … so you know, normal."

"Unknowingly working for a serial killer is normal for you?" She raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"I mean, I work for Alastor now, and that's honestly too far off."

"Touché." She nodded. "So, we have a couple paintings, decorations … plants." She stared at the snapping creature.

"Is that just a Venus flytrap or a legitimate predator rooted in the soil?" Iruma questioned. "I haven't seen much of the flora and fauna in hell."

"It's a bit of both probably." She noted. "Most of the harvested crops come from the wrath ring. My dad once a year curses the land with a blood red moon so they can be more plentiful in the hostile ground."

"You're dad's an agriculturist?" Iruma tilted his head, looking at the fly trap that was sniffing him. "I thought he studied the stars. Unless he got a major and minor in both studies. That sounds cool."

She chuckled. Just a simple conversation was made all the more charming by this kid's outlook and response. "Not really. Part his job is to use his magic to help certain parts of hell… you might want to stand away from the plant though, they bite quickly and painfully."

The plant snapped in front of Iruma … who placed a hand under its chin, causing the creature to freeze, before twitching like it was a dog. "Aww, aren't you a cute little guy. Want some jerky I'm assuming is demon flesh since it came from Rosie?" He pulled out some food and tossed it up.

"Yiiiiiiiip!" The plant chrip as it accepted it, rubbing it's head against Iruma's.

"Aww, you just like the attention, don't you?" Iruma chuckled.

"Wow. I don't even think the plants like my dad that much." Octavia chuckled.

"Not the first wild animal/venus fly trap I've seen. Anything that has a mouth and teeth in the wild I always make sure to prepare for." Iruma smiled brightly. "Except rabid ones … no choice but to run from those." He shivered.

"I heard." She chuckled, ruffling his hair. "I'm pretty sure you have most Boy Scouts beat in terms of preparation."

"Ironically I was never one." He leaned into the touch. Listening to the radio show the other day… how he felt with the Angel that wanted to be his mom…. She didn't think Iruma could relate to her experiences more than now. Via was glad he got closure…. A little bluebird like him didn't deserve all ths pain. "My parents only sent me to a summer camp once to be one of the kitchen aides, but they barely paid, so I had to volunteer to be the lifeguard, wilderness trash pick up, and something the campers called the 'watch dog' whenever they placed a sock on a door."

"Pretty sure they were just having sex." She admitted. He wasn't the type to beat around the bush, and the subject didn't bother him as much as most people thought. Hell didn't leave a lot of room to be a prude.

"Really? But they're so young for kids." See, he wasn't bothered in the slightest other than some minor lack of context. He never got mad, which made him probably the easiest being in all of hell to talk to… and yes, she was aware of how ironic it was for every word of his to be broadcasted to all of hell. "It's kind of funny actually." Iruma smiled as they continued walking. "Your dad's into living plants, you're into dead animals."

"Huh… never actually thought about it like that.. oh dear Lucifer I might grow up into my dad." She gasped in horror.

"If you're as half as good as your dad, you'll still be miles better than mine." He chuckled. "I had a fun time when you invited me out to see those cool taxidermy stuff, so any kids you have will probably have just as much fun as I did."

Kids … her … someone … Iru- "How about I show you the star room?" Octavia asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Star room? Like, painted stars or information about stars?" Iruma asked with a curious head tilt. He was so adorable like that-nope. Don't think too hard about something you couldn't take back. They were just two friends hanging out with each other.. just friends.

"You'll see." She grinned. "When I was younger, my dad would always sing me songs to help me sleep. They were always space themed … sometimes on occasion, he would actually take me into space with his grimore, and we'd spend hours watching nearby nebulas burst into the most wonderful and colorful solar flares."

"... Did the book help or can you just actually breathe in space?" He asked. "Could have sworn it was a vacuum."

"I honestly couldn't tell you. Always figured dad had something to do with it." She shrugged. "One day he got too busy to take me to space … so he brought space to me." Octavia opened up the door … showing off a small cosmos floating within a contained room.

"He.. he brought space to…." The boy's expression widened with wonderment, with a childlike glee that somehow didn't die out from the months of torment being in hell. "... I am very very impressed … amazed … and terrified of hell's hierarchy." He gasped. "And.. and your dad is not the ruler of hell?"

"Oh no. No, morning like that. The ars goetia's are rich, but it's mostly full of snotty elitists that think they're tough shit." Octavia grinned, looking to Iruma's shadow. "And to any of my cousins that might be listening… fuck you, you overhyped birdbrains, your not important."

"You are definitely one of the braver people I know." Iruma chuckled as he looked around. "Wow … it's like a night sky that never rains …" He said with sparkly eyes, eyes she used to have when her dad took her to space… eyes she still had whenever she had the chance to look at the stars.

"No rain … just stars swirling around us." She smiled, poking a shooting comet as dust sprinkled across the room. "I've never counted myself as an optimist or someone positive. I personally think life is just one big set up for a horrible punchline of a joke … but seeing stuff like this ... makes me want it to keep going in spite of it."

"I can see it … beautiful sights, tastes, sounds … they make it all worth it when you keep on going." Iruma responded, staring with wonder at the room. "To just experience the minor joys you get in life. The serene amazing tranquility-"

"I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THESE FUCKING PLANTS!" A familiar voice shouted, followed by silence.

"Oooh yeah, tranquility." Octavia grumbled. Of course she couldn't enjoy having a moment of peace with a friend without one of her parents messing it up. "It's as close to heaven as I'll ever get."

"Eh, heavens overrated from what I've seen." Iruma shrugged. "I mean, Emily's nice and probably the nicest person I know, but those other guys were just as bad as IMP."

"I heard, fuckin hypocrites." As a demon, she naturally hated angels. What they did was just more fuel to the fire. "Although, I have to admit, you have a nice singing voice."

"Thanks.. I honestly don't know where that came from." Iruma looked at her with a curiously. "… does everyone sing all the time?"

"I DON'T THINK I NEED TO REITERATE IT, BITCH, HELL IS A FUCKING MUSICAL!"

"I believe that answers that." Octavia shrugged as she scooted a little closer to the kid as a shoot star passed by, a trail of glimmering stardust in its wake. "So… hypothetically, if you did manage to break your contract, you have any idea what you'd do?"

"…. No, not really." Iruma sighed. "The annoying part about being owned by Alastor is that I'm just living my life normally, just in a different location." He groaned. "I doubt I'll be allowed in heaven given that it's mostly jerks, earth is terrible and has my parents … and it's not like I can trust too many people in hell."

She couldn't blame him for that. "I am almost eighteen, sooner or later I'll move out of the house." Via went on. "And I have no fucking clue what I'll do with my life. I was born just as a 'just in case' for if dad ever kicks the bucket early. We're both on the train to nowhere on that front."

"A train to nowhere … sounds like the name of some fantasy manga." He chuckled. "A train that goes on forever to an unknown location ... if I was any more creative I would've sold the idea to an author in Japan. They literally kill for a leg up in that industry."

"Really?"

"Echiro Oda didn't sell over a thousand chapters just by being a nice guy… I still feel the stab wounds.." He shivered. "Maybe you could get hunting lessons? Get some animals for your taxidermy and make it official?"

"Hunting.." That seemed like a bit of a stretch for her. "You're a jungle kid, right? Why don't you give me some pointers?"

"Sure thing." He smiled brightly, almost brighter than the stars around them… and Octavia couldn't help but stare intently into its blazing glory.

Egg boi 45 clapped his hands as he listened to the radio. "Okay … what exactly am I doing?" The boy asked.

"Running into that market, and breaking every annoying tv in there so I can go to the meat section in peace. I'm positively beggingyou, young one."

"... Security, I hope you're slow." The super fun radio show kid was always entertaining to hear whenever the boss let them play with the radio. For the last seven years, boss man was in a bit of a slump. Sure he let them play, but he kind of got a bit depressed, something about making a big tv headed man angry or something. "I understand the hatred for tv, but why antagonize the demon that shoots lighting?"

"Two reasons, my dear boy. One, if Vox managed to regrow his spine along with his head, the most he'll do is attack you and you alone, and I'll find the encore very entertaining."

"Of course." The boy sighed. "And the second?"

"Just reminding the pompous overhyped idiot that for all his clout, his 'advanced technology' can never touch the pure power of radio." There was a bit of silence. "You just thought of something insulting didn't you?"

"Is it going to matter if I say yes or no?"

"do you want to keep your tongue."

"Then whatever answer lets me keep it." The boy said tiredly.

"Oh cheer up old chap. You got one up on heaven and proved to all of hell that they weren't missing out on anything special! Sure you also had all of your hard work preserving that old soul rendered completely mute, but what's like without cracking the skulls of random bystanders, eh Young Suzuki?"

"Lets just get this over with before they beef up security." Following that was the sound of running.

"Do you think egg bois go to heaven when they're cracked?" One of them asked.

"I don't know. Are we alive?" Another asked. "Were we born? Are we the ghosts of unhatched rotten chicken eggs?"

"We could always ask the boss." He pointed out. "Hey boss-!"

Kaboom

And out flew their boss man as smoke filled the room he was in. "I told you I was to not be disssssturbed while I wasssss in the zzzzone!" The boss man growled. "Do you want to be pouched like the ssssecond rate dissscount breakfassst item you are!?"

"No sir!" Frank shouted with a smile.

The boss rolled his eyes as he let out a gasp. "Very well, might as well ussse the breather room. Egg Boi's! Report on what intel you'vvve gathered about the sssssurroooounding area!

He saluted. "The human boy is breaking tvs as we speak sir!"

"You're paying for those, asshole!"

"Sorry, Alastor never gives me money, and I'm still trying to save up from my other jobs!" The kid shouted.e to think of it ... I don't think Alastor ever carries money ... had he been a jobless bum this whole time?"

"I heard that, prepare to lose your pancreas!"

"Can't run, can't-"

SHINK

"PAAAINNN!"

"Report boss. The kid lost his pancreas."

"Perfect, perfect, oh thisss is oh sssso delllliggghtful!" That made the boss man really happy. "Haha, the radio demon is back. That means he's a target acceptable enough to get noticed by the Vs for!" The demon cackled.

"Oh, so we're not just going to stalk them during date night again boss?" Frank asked.

"No. I havvvvve ssssstandardssssss, you know." Their boss shook his head.

"But you have the pictures under your pillow.."

"That was careful obssssservvvvvationsssssss, you walking omelettessssss in waiting!" Oooh, maybe he'd finally use his ray gun on them. "We ssshall strike now while they're distracted, and presssseent the V'sss with their heads-!"

"Heeeey Edddddgooord!" A little pink glowly ball that sparked with a little ropey tidbit at the end rolled on the floor.

"No, not her, anyone but her now of all timmeassss! I'm not ready-!"

Kaaabooomboom!

"Hahaha! Enjoy the fire, you steampunk wannabe!" The girly voice shouted.

"Ooh you waanaaa talk being a wannabe misssssy with your brazzzzen attitude and your supar fireworkssss!?" The boss man yelled down to a figure with pale white skin and one eye. "You'll be lucky to reasssemble so much as a pinky toe oncccce I've conquered the wesssst side of the pentagram!"

"I'll only need my pinky toe to kick that scaly arse of yours when I'm done." The voice called back. "The real question is if I'll have the bloody patience to deal with your speech impediment!"

"Better than the facccee imparement that is your.. yours your tacky head!"

"Are you flirting?" Frank asked.

"OMELET!" Oooh, was that a reward?

Charlie groaned as she slammed her head into the table. "Nothiiiiing." She groaned. "No patrons at all." She thought the hotel would be booming … but so far, not a SINGLE sinner wanted to redeem themselves. "Why is it so hard to find someone that wants to go to heaven!? It's freaking heaven, it's like the one vacation spot everyone dreams of going to one day and never leaving, it's supposed to be perfect!"

"Well hun ... it is Hell." Her supportive girlfriend of three years by now patted her on the back. "People's expectations and standards drop immediately upon arrival."

"But I put up such amazing fliers." She gestured around. "On that wall, on that wall, on that mailbox, on that lamppost."

"Actually … I'm a demon … and you used staples." The lampost, which indeed had eyes and legs stood up, ripping the flier from his chest. "Ow."

"Ooh, sorry, sorry, sorry about that!" She pleaded out.

"Eh, it's fine. There hasn't been a day in hell since I've arrived here. At least ten hellhounds don't piss on me… it's really hot when it's the females ones… only semi hot when the guys do it."

"Gross." Vaggie muttered.

"Again, sorry." Charlie winced, but realized the opportunity she potentially had. "You know, if you stay at the upcoming happy hotel, you'll never have to worry about getting peed on by another hellhound… or anyone for that matter, ever again!"

"… What kind of dumbass name is the 'Happy Hotel'?"

Vaggie growled and raised her spear. "Listen here you Dickbag para caminar recubierto de metal, if you know what's good for you, you'll let this girl get you out of your shitty life before I end it permanently!"

"No!" She raised her hands. "No force, it's completely optional." Charlie didn't want to force redemption, it had to be wanted. "We offer free rooms, and all we ask is to let us … rehabilitate you!"

"Oooh." The guy nodded. "So it's a cult."

"No, we're not a religious organization.."

"Are you trying to change who I am?"

"Well.. more like change your bad habits and vices.."

"Are you gonna limit where I go and who I talk to?"

"We'll have to require you to cut off bad influences and temptations.."

"And is the ultimate prize for insurance being granted to go to a grand perfect paradise?"

"… Yes …"

"Then that's a cult." He said bluntly, walking away.

"Idiot. So stuck in his ways he doesn't even see we're trying to help." Vaggie growled.

"… Am I starting a cult?" Charlie asked herself in worry.

"Charlie, you are not starting a cult." Vaggie assured her. "You're just trying to help people too stupid to take it."

"Or maybe I'm not trying hard enough. I can't be the only one that wants to chanthe how things in hell are." Charlie moaned. Her dreams were easier on paper then in real life. "I just need to find one person, any person, willing to change for the better." Anyone at all. "What am I missing here? What books demons in nowadays."

"So was everyone here a cannibal before they came to hell or is that something they do on arrival?" A slightly staticy and young voice was heard in the air as she and Vaggie were walking down, seeing a bunch of demons crowded around a radio of all things.

"What's got everyone excited here?" Charlie tilted her head.

"Radio demon came back in town." Vaggie explained, pulling her away.

"The radio demon?" She took a step forward, taking Vaggie with her. "Didn't he disappear a while ago?"

"Seven years ago …" Wow, same time as her mom. "He's been airing some radio play about a kid stuck in hell and getting tortured. You'll probably start crying if you listen to it"

"It's a bit of both, little bluebird." Another voice came out of the radio, this one of an older woman with and old timey slightly Jewish accent in her tone. "Some of them were the serial killer type like Al who couldn't help but get a taste of flesh, some were people who took it uo upon reaching hell due to the lack of consequences. You know how it is to be young and experimenting."

"You mean like with beakers? Only time I've experimented like that was to make cleanig acid.."

"Aww." The way that was said.. it sounded so naive… yet.. without the cynicism most sinners had.

"Also, I know you guys eat people. But you're surprisingly … friendly?"

"Kid, when everyone's immortal, eating others gets you an unlimited food supply. We're solvin world hunger here."

"Hmm … maybe we can talk to the radio demon and get those two …" The woman had this motherly energy that Charlie felt would be good for the hotel … you know, cause she wanted to help, not because she hasn't seen her mom in ages. No, definetely no issues to unpack their.

"Hell fucking no, Charlie, don't even think about it." Vaggie pulled on her arm again.

"A world without hunger.. that sounds like a wonderful dream to have." The younger voice spoke with a tone that conveyed a familiar sense of awe that Charlie has felt for most of her life.

"It is, but it ain't easy. There's many paths to take to the same destination. Not to mention not everyone wants to walk those paths. Some people just like seein the blood drip and letting it go to waste. So distasteful." The woman's voice gagged. "To make something out of the gutter your stuck in, ya gotta learn about the people around you. Sometimes ya gotta make a deal with a demon that's smarter than you, so you play to their ego. Sometimes you work with a demon stronger than you, so you gotta lean into your own talents. Though sometimes life gives ya a plate of ribs and you meet demons that are so desperate they'll agree to anything."

".. Vaggie, that's it!" Charlie cheered.

"What's it?"

"I know how we're going to get our patron!"

"… Eat ribs?"

"No!" She shook her head. "Well, later if you want to. Right now we need to find the most desperate soul in hell!" It made perfect sense! "Someone with an objectively bad life and wants to take the first ticket out of their situation!"

"Right … someone so down on their luck it will let them snatch onto any hope …" Vaggie muttered, her one eye shining with realization. "Wait, Charlie, don't say it out loud, don't say it-!"

"Vaggie." Charlie grinned, grabbing her girlfriend by the hand. "Get the limo ready, we're shopping for hookers!"

"Grab her tits!" A nearby beaver demon shouted.

"I'm pulling out the spear!" Her girlfriend screamed.

"Vaggie no!"

"I still find this hot!"

Angel Dust checked his funds for the day. "Fuuuck." This was not good. He only had enough money for some crack. "Fucking Val, fucking orders...fuck." His lastesd little plan to try an weasel his way out of his contract ended up fucking him in the am like always.

Valentino had some buisness with loan sharks that needed to be delth with, and Angel decided to do the pimp a 'favor', buy dealing with it by himself, hoping for fucks sake that the would be pleased by his 'help'.

But nope, he got fucked over because he 'left the studio without permission', and 'fucked over his clientele'. Man acted like Angel had nothing better to do than to suck his dick. Over and over and over again he had to suck that dirty moth off, constantly filling with more poison and vile…

He shook his head. "Okay, this isn't bad, you can deal with it." Rent was screwing him even more than Val somehow and the more time he stayed at the studio, the less control he had over his life. "Just do some quick cash grabs, buy one bag of coke, and look for cheap as shit apartments." They could be filled with gangrene and infested by the black plague; Angel would call it paradise compared to the studio.

Just some little morsel, any morsel. You were fuckin Angel Dust, the product everyone wanted a piece of. You'd find someone who would want to fuck you for any price. Oooh, that dealer looked nice, maybe he could leverage some drugs out of it.

"Hey there, Mr tall dark and cloaked." He greeted

"Buzz off, I ain't into guys."

"Not yet you mean." Keep up the mask and be as unflappable as possible.

A gun was trained on him. "I fucking mean it you hiv ridden sicko. Get lost."

"Fuckin … fine." Angel Dust could always get another. Someone, anyone with money … "oooh, limo." One was heading his way. It was pink, so there was a high chance whoever inside was into the right stuff. "Yooo hooo, fresh spider meat right here!" He used a nearby street lamp to pole dance, showing every once of his flexible body and oh so fuckable ass. "Get nice and sticky in my Webb while I'm still cumming!"

It stopped, hook line and sinker. The window slowly rolled down … as a girl's face popped out. "Hello there!"

"Oh, chicks." What a turn off. "I charge triple for anything with tits." On the plus side, he could have enough for rent AND two bags of crack. Maybe three if it went on for too long.

"Oh, we're looking for.." The blonde blushed. "We just want a minute of your time..."

"Sorry toots, I'm strictly on business. My time is money." He began turning away. "So unless you came make it worth it.."

"I absolutely can!" She shouted. "With a place to stay!"

… Well, a cheap as shit apartment was on his list of needs. "You got five minutes."

"That's all we need!" The girl opened the door. "Come in, we'll talk it out inside."

"Yeah, getting into a strange vehicle with a stranger. That's never lead to anything bad before. Especially not in hell." He sarcastically mocked as he got in, where some moth looming grey skinned chick with a x over her eye watched him with a death glare. "This your idea of a welcoming committee or is your handmaiden just having crappy customer service?"

The woman scoffed. "This is my girlfriend." The woman smiled. "Vaggie."

"Wait, your name is Vaggie.." He cackled. "Like Vagina!?"

"NO!" The scream actually got the nice girl to jump back. "It's … short for … Vagatha."

"Sure it is." There was probably some embarrassing backstory there.

"Anyways, she's Vaggie, and I'm Charlie Morningstar, princess of hell." The blonde chick bowed.

"Princess? We have one of those around here?" He titled his head. "I thought Lucifer just fucked in his castle all day to snake and apple porn."

"I …" Vaggie blinked. "You've been here longer than me. How have you not known!?"

"I'm not into politics."

"That's not important." The princess waved her hands with a forced smile. "We're selecting you to be the first of many for our upcoming residence." She grinned as she offered up a drawing that looked like something his sister would've drawn when she was five. "We present to you, the Happy Hotel! Where all your problems fade away and your dreams come true!"

"Ooooh." Angel Dude nodded. "So it's a cult." If there was a cult, that meant orgies!

"It's a rehabilitation center." Vagina growled.

"Same diff." He rolled his eyes. "It looks.." He looked out it.. even without the crude stick figures, it still looked like rainbows threw up glitter all over it. "… colorful."

"I know, it's wonderful!" And the girl looked like she didn't read sarcasm in the slightest. "At the Happy Hotel, we check you, sinners, while we guide you on the wonderful path of redemption!" The princess waved her hands like she wanted to dance. "Through our step by step process and helpful guidance, we gureentee that your soul will be cleansed, and will be granted passage to heaven above!"

To heaven.. where mom and Molly where.. what a fucking joke. "And I look like someone that wants to be redeemed?" He shot back with a role of eyes.

"You look like someone that deeply regrets all their life choices!" The blonde cheary bitch said excitedly.

"… You either are a lot more sarcastic than you look or oblivious to the concept of tact." He glared. "Give it to me straight, which is something I never say~"

"Ugggh.."Vagina growled. "We've tried for the last month to find a patron willing to test it out.. no one's accepted and we're really desperate."

"Ahhh, so you need my fame to kick it into high gear. Why didn't you just say so baby?" He smirked. "I can get you some nice, gorgeous patrons."

"We don't need your fame." The nice girl said. "We just want you to try the rehabilitation process. Stay a couple of nights."

"Right. Me, the greatest of porn stars, rehabilitated into a … what? 'Good person'?" Angel Dust chuckled. "Nice joke."

"This is pointless." Vagina rolled her eye. "Charlie, he's not a good candidate, someone like him could never try to be a good person."

Someone like him… a coked up dick sucking ho. "What the fuck do you mean 'someone like me bitch!?" He growled."

"Someone who's treating this whole conversation like it's nothing more than fantasy, you whore." The bitch growled, pulling out a spear.

"Now calm down-"

"Hey, I'm Angel Dust, I can fit into any role, miss messy moth, I'm as best a candidate for anything as you're going to get!"

"Oh yeah!?" Vagina and him met head to head, each of them ready to kill the other in a single second. "Then prove it!"

He could strangle her neck right now, strangle it and… amd prove them that you're nothing but a walking cumdump on the edge of your shit…"Fine. You got your candidate."

"…Really!?" The nice bitch little up with rainbows in her eyes.

"….really?" The mean bitch said more suspiciously.

"Yeah, fuckin really. Woopdie do. Let's just get this shit over with before I change my fucking mine." Angel rolled his eyes. "Besides, I'm three months behind rent and I don't need to suck the landlords dick again."

"Of course." Vagina growled.

"Excellent! Here's our number, we'll call you when we have it all set up!" The nice bitch grinned with two thumbs up. "Room is completely rent free…" Why the fuck didn't they lead with that!?

"Provided that you genuinely attempt to rehabilitate yourself." Of fucking course there was a catch.

"Yeah yeah, sure , look, your five minutes are up." Angel looked to an imagined watch as he opened the door.

"Oh, and to help with your landlord problem." She shoved a massive stack of cash in his hands with a smile.

"… What's the catch?" He was concerned. No one was this nice. "Some kind of trick?"

"You helped us. I want to help you back." She grinned.

"..But you don't know me.." He was more likely to spend all of this on crack.

"I know enough that you're willing to try." The.. princess smiled warmly. "And I have faith you'll use it responsibly."

"…" He walked out of there, feeling completely weird. That was like one of the dumbass things the kid on the radio said … so genuine … so genuine it felt wrong. "..Thanks…"

"No problem! See you soon!" The princess grinned as she drove off.

"Faith…. that still exists?" He shook his head. Redemption. What a joke… but the money was the most he'll even have in a whole month…. Maybe he'll only spend twenty dollars on coke… thirty at most.

Odette stared down at the latest creation. A gauntlet covered in blessed steel … "It doesn't seem to be crafted incorrectly …" Inner lining for cushion, the shell was meant to both deflect attacks and harm demons with strong blunt force. "No malformations in the metal …" And the weaving of fabric and metal had to be just right. One wrong move and the holy material would burn the flesh of the demon that held it. It was easier with heaven blessed tip firearms, where the material was diluted just enough to be held normally but not to the point where the intended effects couldn't be felt.

"Yeah, didn't want this one to turn out lumpy when we showed it to management." Clara nodded. "That one time … wasn't pretty." The price for immortality in hell was that a lot of demons had overconfidence in their ability to withstand pain.

"Then all that's left is a test run." She noted. "Did the new guy place up the dummies?" Not like you could test angelic weapons on demons … they'd run out of resources too fast.

"All set up." Clara slid on the gauntlet. "Let's see if fuckers die." She grinned as she slipped it on, before charging in forward. Mom constantly wore her angelic tipped heels and gloves. They couldn't call themselves the daughters of THE Carmilla Carmine if they couldn't do just as much.

Odette saw the effects of the gauntlet in action, writing it down. "While effective as a melee weapon and theoretical defense, the blunt nature compared to the sharp one leaves a lot of destructive power left behind …" Would give a sinner a good concussion, but unless you could punch off heads naturally, no dice.

"So it's basically useless in the hands of an ordinary sinner or imp." Clara snapped. "Unless we pretty it up a little and sell it as a fashion accessory."

"Or we can find that goetia chick from the radio show and give it to her, see if she punches Vox's head into non-existence next." Odette grinned.

"Haha, oh I'd pay her in that instance."' Her sister giggled.

"Please do say that's in jest alone." Their mother spoke, entering the room. "What's the first rule about arms dealing?"

"Never start the fight first." Odette sighed. For a weapons dealer, their mom could be quite the pacifist… of course, anyone that knew that side of her were either close friends, family, or dead.

"So, do you think there's a use, or is this a failure?" Clara questioned, displaying the gauntlet.

"Demonic energy is still weaker than holy energy. If anything, a gauntlet would prove resistant when pushing through it, or against it." Mom said as she looked it over. "Nothing a lower class would want, but maybe I can leverage an overlord …"

"I'm good with any of them as long as it isn't someone like Velvette." Odette grimaced. "She'd turn it into bigger fashion disaster than her wardrobe malfunction."

"Never said I'd deal with the Vs. They already owe me so much for that holy gatling gun." Their mom growled. "If there's any benefit to the radio demon returning, it's putting those pompous wannabes back in their place."

"I bet serious money he was dead… it's almost worth it seeing Vox get demolished over a freaking cup of coffee though." Clara laughed. "How are the preparations going?"

"We should have enough concrete between us and the exorcists to last the full four hours." Mom spoke. "As long as no one does anything foolish, we'll survive the extermination."

"It's like our two hundredth extermination. It's not like we're just going to stroll the city for fresh air in the middle of it." Her sister scoffed. "We'll both be right with you when it happens. Right Odette?"

"Yeah, totally." It wasn't like they would just leave in the middle of everything… it would all be fine, just like always.