Imp.
Goetia.
Two different demons. That is what it has always been. And that is how it always should be. When Lucifer Morningstar and his fallen angels were cast down to hell from Yahweh (God), he had built a kingdom, making Hell (his prison) his domain. Lucifer's evilest fallen angels then departed across all of Hell to rule over their own separate kingdoms, all representing the 7 deadly sins.
1. Pride Ring (Lucifer Morningstar)
2. Envy Ring (Leviathan)
3. Wrath Ring (Satan)
4. Sloth Ring (Belphegor)
5. Greed Ring (Mammon)
6. Gluttony Ring (Beelzebub)
7. Lust (Asmodeus)
Below these rulers were the Goetia, the overlords, sinners, succubi, incubi, hellhounds, and imps. In the hierarchy of Hell, imps are considered the lowest of the low. Slaves and servants under the power of their leader, Satan, the ruler of the Wrath Ring. So, for Prince Stolas to have a relationship with Blitzo is a dishonor to his title and the Ars Goetia family. It wasn't long for the news of their intimate relationship to spread like wildfire across the seven rings making Stolas a wanted fugitive and the I.M.P gang enemies to Hell. Stolas and the last professional assassins retreated back to the palace hoping to stir up a plan to head back to the earth realm to get back at Blitzo and, possibly, those superhumans. ''Hey, fucking careful with that!'' Loona exclaimed. They were inside Octavia's room as Moxxie sat on the side of the bed slowly stitching up a slashed wound from the knife on Loona's right abdomen. Her face winced at the pain. ''Ow! Hey! I said to be careful!'' Loona snapped back at Moxxie. ''Oh well maybe stop moving so fucking much.'' Moxxie argued back. Octavia stood by the window, resting her chin on her hand as she looked down at the beautiful garden in the palace's backyard. She moved her head up as she noticed a cloaked, hooded figure standing before the spiked fence. A snout poked out from his black hood which he moved back, revealing his pointed wolf ears. He raised his head up to look back at the young goetia at the window. A smile formed across his lipped snout. As a vehicle passed by, he quickly disappeared. Unsettled, Octavia moved back the purple curtains to cover up the window. ''What's wrong Octavia?'' Moxxie said, noticing her worried expression as she rubbed the back of her neck. ''Uh, did father invite someone here?'' Octavia asked.
(Earlier, somewhere in Pentagram city...)
''Somebody! Help!'' A random denizen cried out. A snickering, gangster-like demon ran past the sinners that were on the sidewalk. He made a quick turn toward an alleyway, his knees resting down to the ground as he dug through the leathered purse he had just stolen. ''Let's see what goods we got in here. Heh heh, come to papa.'' The demon said to himself. Wanted posters of none other than the immediate murder professionals (I.M.P) were placed onto the walls of the alleyway. It was the same for all the other buildings in the pride ring. The overlords of pentagram city, by the order of Lucifer, were to keep a keen eye until they spotted the escaped prisoners. Security was at full swing as Vox's drones invaded the red sky, watching over the city itself. It was hunting season, and if the traitors were to be found, they were to be put to death.
The gangster demon checked himself out on his reflection from a puddle nearby wearing a golden necklace. He snickered, walking back to the opened purse and bending down to see what other trinkets it had. An empty soda pop can suddenly roll across the concrete. It touched the demon's heel, causing him to raise his head up as he heard whistling behind him. He turned around to the darkest area of the alleyway. Two red eyes looked back at him. ''Ay! Who the fuck are you?'' The gangster demon said. The cloaked, gray wolf continued to whistle as he stepped closer and closer toward the sinner. ''Hey! I asked ya' a fucking question!'' The gangster demon spoke, pulling out a gun to aim toward the hellhound. A curved, blessed sickle was brought against the wall, creating a loud screech. The sinner cringed at the noise and before he could fire a shot Lobo swung his curved weapon at him. The sickle sliced through his arm, causing the sinner to scream in agony as the gun dropped down to the concrete. With his arm now dangling gruesomely in half, the gangster demon quickly tried to make a run for it only for Lobo to snatch him by the tail and pull him back. He fell, his face hitting the concrete. As he turned over onto his back, he felt the curved blade of Lobo's sickle touch him by the throat. ''Who-who are you?"' The sinner asked weakly. ''Soy la Muerte.'' Lobo spoke. He began to slice the demon away with his curved sickles, painting the concrete and walls with streaks of black blood. The crescent-shaped blades tore through tissue and bone, making the sinner become nothing more than a gruesome mess laying on the ground. As the job was finished, Lobo stepped out of the alleyway and moved the black hood back over his pointy eared head. He whistled to himself into the sidewalk, scaring any approaching denizen of Hell that came his way.
(Later, inside Valentino's Porn Studios…)
Bucky slowly opened his eyes as he began to scan the area of the room that he sat in the center of. Noticing the multiple TVs around him, He tried to move only to realize his arms and legs were bound to the chair itself. A door in front of him then opened upward, suddenly revealing Vox as he stepped into the room. ''Who the hell are you? And where the fuck am I?'' Bucky demanded as he struggled to get off the chair. ''You're in hell, dipshit. What else?'' Vox answered as he walked past Bucky. ''Do you remember what happened last time?'' Vox began to run a finger up Bucky's right titanium arm. ''No, is this supposed to be some kind of a fucking joke?''. Vox then chuckled. ''I suppose not. Well, you know, third time always the charm, right?.'' Then, Vox pulled down a lever from a nearby wall causing one of the TVs to extend down towards Bucky's face. It turned on, its screen revealing a constant white and black swirl that soon put the Winter Soldier in a trance. The deed wouldn't be done until I.M.P is completely vanquished from the face of Hell.
As Charlie Magne said goodbye to her friends, Her and Vaggie stepped out of the Hazbin Hotel and stepped into the hellish limousine that waited for them outside. Charlie's father, Lucifer Morningstar, had invited everyone in hell to join him and his wife in a royal feast in his palace. Despite him wanting only his daughter to come to the dinner, Vaggie wanting to be the best girlfriend tagged along as tensions between him and her were always heated ever since the hotel was brought up. The idea of Redemption, in hell of all places, was simply ludicrous to him. It would never work as the denizens of Pentagram city were already stuck to their own ways. They are violent, cruel, disgusting beings sent down for their sins. Sins that they can't just simply repay back to God. Hell, after all, was simply their punishment whether Princess Charlie liked it or not.
Charlie, wearing a fancy black tuxedo, stepped out of the hellish limousine in front of the palace. Vaggie, who wore a white beautiful gown, also exited the vehicle. As they held hands together, they passed by the Goetia family who chuckled and laughed to each other as they enjoyed their glasses of red wine. Stella, noticing Vaggie, sneered in disgust. ''Ew. What's a commoner doing here?''. As the doors of the palace opened for Charlie and Vaggie, a short butler imp led them through the hallway to the huge dining room ahead. Sitting at the long table with Lucifer Morningstar and his wife were the overlords of Hell. As a small imp poured down another bottle of red wine, Asmodeus carefully picked it up with his huge hand and gave it to Fizzaroli who sat on his shoulder who then lovingly pecked him on the cheek. As Charlie Magne pulled a chair for Vaggie to sit down, Lucifer Morningstar broke his staring gaze to take a sip from his wine glass. Lilith gently rubbed his shoulder. ''What's the matter, dear? You seem tense.'' She asked as she peered down at her husband. Lucifer Morningstar sighed. ''Nothing, my dear sweet Lilith.'' He continued to watch as Charlie and Vaggie giggled and laughed to each other. But before he could truly spill the beans to Lilith, a strange whistle could be heard from afar. Goetia guards turned their heads to the hallway as everyone watched as a black-cloaked figure approached the dining room. ''Ayo, who the fuck is that?'' Asmodeus said. Lucifer Morningstar then stood up from his chair. Lobo removed his hood, breathing in the air. ''Oh, how I just love the smell of fear…'' He smirked. ''May I ask who you are?'' Lucifer wondered. ''Why, your highness, it is me. The grim reaper…'' Lobo gestured as he introduced himself. ''It is quite the honor to see the only king of Hell in the flesh.'' Everyone exchanged looks at each other. ''But, you may call me death, as that is what my enemies refer me as.'' The wolf spoke with a smile. He then revealed blessed, curved sickles that were on his waist belt. ''A bounty hunter?'' Charlie Magne said, perplexed. Vaggie then pulled out an angelic spear, stepping onto the table as she pointed it at Lobo's face. ''What do you fucking want with us, troublemaker?'' Vaggie snarled. Charlie Magne sunk down on her seat, her face turning red in embarrassment as she covered it with her hair.
Lobo then chuckled. ''I'd be careful if I were you, pretty little thing. Besides, It's not you who I'm after.'' Then, he spread several wanted posters of the I.M.P group across the dining table. ''I noticed these when walking amongst the denizens of Pentagram city. It seems you have a score to settle with these scoundrels. I'll tell you what, I'll take off their heads for you, free of charge.'' Lobo said. Lucifer Morningstar then thought about it. If Stella's bounty hunter were to fail, then why not just add another? After all, the more, the better the chances those filthy assassins will finally die for all the trouble they've caused. ''I think you might want to add a sum.'' A voice had spoken from ahead. A tall Italian imp showed up with two shark members of the mafia. It was Crimson, Moxxie's hated father. He flicked on a lighter, burning the butt of a cigarette as he let out a puff from his mouth. ''I see that my son has been causing a lot of trouble. You and I Lucy may not see eye to the eye, but there is nothing I want more…'' Crimson flipped a knife. ''Then to see those fucking clowns be buried six feet under…''. Then, Lucifer Morningstar looked as Martha and the cherubs entered into the dining room of the palace. ''So, do we have ourselves a deal, your highness?'' Lobo smirked as he lent out for a handshake. Lucifer Morningstar nodded and they both joined hands. A wine glass was then raised to the air. ''A toast, to a good ol season of hunting!'' Lucifer Morningstar said. The overlords cheered and laughed in unison. Charlie, however, could only watch worryingly.
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