AN: And here is the second half. Like I said, circumstances forced me to split the single chapter to 2. Also I've given up the double update thing on my main stories. It's not working out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss. Spiroz and all characters in his universe belong to artist DaniDraws

It had been a while since Millie and Moxxie had been in a fight like this. It reminded them of the good old days in I.M.P.'s early years when they had to face off against swarms of enemies in large waves. The piles of bodies making statues of macabre wonder as the floor soaked with so much blood it went to their kneecaps. This was honestly the biggest fight they had ever been in, and Millie was having so much fun that she felt like she was in her 20s again. Dashing around with twin axes, she sliced and chopped with maniacal laughter to her done as she flipped around to avoid fun fire, arrows, a spell or two, and someone being launched head first with a spiked helmet. Well, she didn't dodge that one. She just chopped him in half and licked his blood off her face.

Millie sensed one of the enemy Hellhounds coming to charge at her to rip her face off, but she just smirked. A second later, a large blast of gunfire cracked open his skull and left him playing dead for real. "Nice shot, Mox."

"Thanks," Her husband said as he reloaded his Spas-12 shotgun. "You good?"

"Good? Bitch, I'm in Heaven!" Millie said as she threw one of her axes and let it enter the spine of an arch-demon who roared in pain as their forces blasted it with gunfire while it was distracted.

Moxxie chuckled upon seeing his wife so happy. "Well, don't get too excited. We got a lot of enemies."

"Hey, these assholes want to target my godkid. I'm not letting them touch one feather," Millie said as she raised her axes. "Nobody messes with my family."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Moxxie said as he brought her closer for a kiss.

"Every day since you confessed," Millie responded in kind.

Their romantic moment was interrupted by a screaming Imp soldier who was charging at them with a blood knife while covered in blood. Rolling their eyes, they both took out pistols and shot him point blank just before he could touch them. Sighing, Moxxie said, "Later?"

"Later. And I'm going to ride you so hard you'll be screaming harder than any of these dying fuckers," Millie said before rushing out to do more slaughtering.

"Satan, I love that woman," Moxxie said before joining her.

Despite being a bloodlust-loving bitch who was fine killing people because it was a healthy way to release her emotions, there was one thing about killing that annoyed Loona. It was the blood. Not the sight of it. She wasn't a pussy. Not the smell of it. She could get drunk off that shit if you put it in the right formula for a cocktail. It was the fact that it got all over her fur. Washing it out was a bitch when you had a furry body like herself. It didn't matter how much clothing you wore; it would get into your brushes eventually. For Loona, her longest record was thirteen seconds.

Slashing her claws into the jugular of some cocky sinner before ripping the face off of an Imp, Loona howled and dashed forward with her bloodlust pumping her. A fight was one thing, but you never harm someone a Hellhound cared about. Trust was essential to them. Loyalty was their bread and butter. Family? That was priceless. It didn't matter if it was from a pack or not. If a Hellhound cared about you, they would die for you.

Not only have these fuckers come to harm her little brother, but they came to wipe out her home and family. That was beyond the normal levels of bitchiness that Loona was going to give them. This was the level of ripping out their skulls, pissing in them, and sending it to their families as an insult. She picked up three spears while running and saw three armored soldiers flying around on demonic pterodactyl-looking creatures with the heads of eagles. Growling, she aimed and threw a spear at each of them, with two going right into the hearts of the creatures while a third went right into their skull. With the beasts dead, they fell to the earth with their screaming riders.

Loona growled as she prepared to look for her next victim when she heard a voice behind her. "You need to watch your back more."

She turned to see her step-sister smirking at her while her sword, Stareater, was inside the gut of a giant armored demon with a great sword. Octavia sliced upward, splitting the corpse like butter before twirling around and flickering the blood off. "I won't be able to help you all the time."

"I could have taken him," Loona snorted as she stretched her neck. "Besides, it's not like I didn't smell him."

"You're just bitchy because I stole your kill again," Octavia giggled as she put her blade on her shoulder. "It's not my fault you're slow, Grandma."

"Watch, Via. I'm not that old," Loona snapped before returning to the battle and sighing. "What are we going to do, Octavia?"

"Huh, what else? Fight and-"

"I meant after this," Loona said as she lowered her head. "Everything's changed, Via. It was barely holding when Spiro was born but after this? My brother's right. Hell will never accept him. They'll never accept any of us."

She laughed. "Fuckng hypocrites. They claim to support Hell's vision of complete freedom from the strict rules of Heaven, but when you get down to it, they're just like any other system. Corrupt, hierarchical, and traditional even if those traditions differ from most."

"Well, they do say Hell is full of hypocrites. I guess they weren't kidding," Octavia said with a shrug. She then put a hand on Loona's shoulder. "We'll figure something out, Loona. No matter what happens, we're a family and never abandon each other. We're going to find a way to live together. Even if it means fighting all of Hell together."

"Heh, they wouldn't stand a chance," Loona said with confidence as she grinned at her sister. "But let's deal with these assholes first."

"Right," Octavia said as she saw a large group of enemy soldiers approaching them before lifting her hand. In an instant, a vast field of green hellfire erupted from below. The charging soldiers were soon waving their arms around and screaming in agony as the fire burned them to crips. Loona then pulled out two hand cannons of angel steel with wolf heads as barrels. She smirked and fired rounds into each of them, ending their suffering while ensuring they wouldn't be coming back.

Loona and Octavia nodded at each other as they charged forward. Loona fired a few more times while bitch slapping one or two demons with the brunt of her hand cannons as they darted across the field. Keeping up with a low-powered levitation spell, Octavia fired thunder and fire with her hands while telekinetically allowing Stareater to skewer and slice any enemy they encountered.

The two then paused upon seeing a large ogre creature standing before them with a large spike club covered in blood and body parts. It stank of death and decay, and its one cyclops eye focused on them. Opening its tusked mouth, the green-skinned creature roared and spat saliva. The princesses both growled and prepared themselves.

However, before they could get a chance to fight, an extensive series of mini-explosions erupted on the ogre's face, causing it to become much as its body soon fell. The girls blinked and looked at each other as they tried to figure out which did that until they heard some coughing behind them. Turning around, Loona felt her eyes widen upon seeing a certain Hellhound ex-friend holding a grenade launcher.

"Am I late for the party?" Tex asked with a smirk.

"Tex? What are you doing here?" Loona asked.

"Bringing reinforcements."

Across the battlefield, honeycomb-shaped portals opened as the proud combined forces of Sin Lord Beelzebub and the Royal Legions of Hell itself suddenly rushed out and started fighting side by side with the Goetias. Out of one came Beelzebub herself but in her true demonic form. Said form was her on all fours, giant-sized with a burning lava-colored furn as the liquid fire of yellow and orange burned from the paws and tails that had bee stingers at the end. Her giant bee-like wings were yellow and static-like with energy as her stripped barrel spread an aura healing those on Loona and Octaiva's side from their wounds. With her multiple red glowing eyes, the giant Fox-Bee Sin Lord glared at those who attacked her friends and roared one thing:

"KILL THEM ALL!"

Loona and Octavia watched as the Queen Bee herself slaughtered their attackers with her personal forces alongside the Royal Legions. The appearance of these reinforcements caused the attackers to start to panic and either fight in fear or run for the hills.

"W-What's going on?" Loona asked Tex, who walked over and smiled.

"What's it look like? Me and Bee are helping you out, girl," Tex said with a smirk.

"But...why?" She asked.

Frowning, Tex touched Loona's shoulder and looked at her with regret. "Because we weren't there when you needed us the first time. We didn't act like real friends, leaving you to suffer. We regretted it a lot, Loona. We missed you. And this time, we're not abandoning you."

"But you'll get caught up in all this too! Aren't you afraid Hell hating you?!" Loona asked. "Y-You have a family now, aren't you worried?"

"Eh, let them hate us. Too many love Bee to make a serious dent in her reputation," Tex said with a shrug. "And as for our kids? What example would we be setting if we didn't teach them the values of loyalty?"

He looked at where Bee was stinging a giant scorpion-wolf hybrid demon to death with her tails. "Loona, Bee and I have never forgiven ourselves for what we did to you. We called your brother an abomination, and you had every right to be angry at us. But we're here now. We don't care if your brother is dating an angel. You're our friend. And we're not going to leave you again."

Loona felt her heart ready to leap out of her chest with hope while doing her best not to shed a tear. Hearing and seeing Tex confess like this while Bee, risking her reputation and well-being, was out there fighting the fight? In full demon mode? It made her smile a little before sighing. "It's going to take time for me to forgive you...but this is a start."

"I just have one question," Octavia asked. "Why are the Royal Legions here? Only Queen Charlie can command them, and she cannot get involved without risking uprisings?"

"Well," Tex grinned, "it just so happens that Gluttony is going through some problems involving a few gangs. So Queen Charlie gave command of a few Legions to Beelzebub for protection and gave them orders to do whatever Bee told them to do. They're only following Queen Charlie's command to obey whatever Bee needs since she's been so busy with these criminals. And you know the Legion. When given an order, they obey it."

The sisters looked at each other before grinning. Loopholes. Gotta love them.

"Alright, enough talk. Let's get these fucks out of our turf! Awooooo! " Loona howled as she rushed forward with her sister and Tex beside her.

All this because of me.

That was all that was going through Spiroz's head. For the past half-hour, he saw his family's forces fighting a united alliance of those who hated him. Emotions ran through him like a river: anger, sorrow, guilt, shame, and fear.

The anger was still at his parents for what they had done to him. Denied him from the one girl who ever loved him but also at Hell itself. He hated that this was his life. To live like this in misery. To never be accepted. To be hated so bad that many just wished him dead.

With that anger came sorrow. Sorrow that he had to suffer like this, along with his family, because of his existence. Why had God allowed him to be born? To feel nothing but misery? How much more would he have to go through just for being alive and in love?

The guilt inside was for his family and all those who were dying for him. Sprioz knew that most servants were not remembered by their masters, but Sprioz was different. Having mostly grown up in the palace, they were like family to him: the guards who played hide-and-seek, the maids who cleaned him, and the chefs who taught him how to cool. And now they, along with those sworn to serve him, were dying in his name for his protection.

And as for fear? It was not for him. It was for his family. Despite everything, Spiroz still loved his parents. He hated what they said and what they did. And yet, deep down, he regretted saying such a horrible thing to them. Wishing he wasn't their son when all they did was love and care for him. They were fighting a vast army for his sake despite what he had done to them.

"It's getting intense out there," Milton said as he looked outside another window.

"Can you see Mom or Dad?" Mitsy asked her brother.

"I think so, but it's not easy," Milton whispered.

"... I'm sorry," Sprioz whispered as the twins turned to him. "This is my fault..."

"No, it's not, Spiro," Mitsy said while shaking her head. "You did nothing wrong."

I was born. That's what's wrong.

"Yeah, what Mitzy said," Milton said as he walked forward and smiled at his friend. "You and Hedwig deserve to be happy. If Hell's got a problem with that, it can go fuck itself. Besides, our families are tough! I bet they'll win this!"

"...And how long until the next major army? And the one after that? And the one after that?" Spiroz asked, which led to a moment of silence. "This isn't going to stop. Not until I'm dead. It doesn't matter how powerful our family is; we can't take on all of Hell itself. It's impossible."

"...Then we'll just find someplace to live away from Hell. Maybe on Earth?" Mitsy pointed out.

"What? Leave behind everything? Live alone from the rest of the universe? Fearing hunters looking for us?" Spiroz whispered.

"Well, what do you suggest?!" Mitsy groaned. "Just hand you over and let you get killed?! We're not doing that!"

Before Spiroz could answer, their door was smashed open as a wounded servant, covered in blood, looked at the surprise three. "You're majesty! We've been better-"

A bullet to the head silenced him. A few seconds later, a group of armed demons, each wearing rune-based body armor and heavy machine guns, stormed in, led by a servant Imp. Spiroz growled. "What's the meaning of this?"

"What does it look like?" The servant smirked. "It's a kidnapping. Lord Asmodeus wants you to be escorted with them so he can have the pleasure of killing you himself."

"...How long have you been a turncoat?" Spiroz asked the servant as Miltzy drew her twin pistols, and Milton drew his knife.

"Oh, only the past few months. I was promised great rewards if I was to spy on you for Lord Asmodeus. Now that your parents are busy fighting the army out there, it's time for you to be given over so that I can finally leave this place and start a new life on the Beaches of Envy."

"And my friends?" Spiroz asked.

"Collateral damage," The traitor replied as the guns were cocked and aimed at them, which made the twins gulp.

Spiroz closed his eyes and gripped his hands. "...you know what? Fuck it. And fuck you."

"Excuse me?"

Spiroz covered his face with his hands as his power built up. "I have constantly had to put up with shit like this all my life. Never once did I ever lash out against it. I thought if I could keep it all inside, just never let it bother me, just be calm and collected, and it would all fade away. That I could be the better person...but now? I'm done not giving a shit about it."

Slowly, the room began to shake as various runes and pentagrams began to appear. The atmosphere was slowly turning red as a black aura began to spread around Spiroz. His best friends, sensing that there was going to be danger, quickly backed away as the armed soldiers and the traitor Imp felt their nerves going on high alert. Their instincts told them to run, but their feet were too scared to move.

"You really came on a bad day. I'm pissed off, and I need someone to let this rage out," He removed two of his digits to slow his blood-red eye that was glowing with utter hatred. "So let's use you guys as a means to relieve my stress!"

Forcing his hand out, his back aura became a tentacle of dark magic that wrapped around the traitor's neck and brought him to Spiroz who proceeded to rip his head off before he got a chance to even beg for mercy. This made the armed soldiers finally snap out of their stupor and fire. With a wave of his hand, Spiroz summoned an energy bubble that absorbed the shots before disappearing into a puff of smoke. The young hybrid then appeared before the first one and shot his arm through his chest; he put its heart, still beating in his clutches, and squashed it before the soldier even realized he was dead.

The others tried to react to his appearance, but he blew them all into the outside corridor with one gusty wind spell. Slowly, he walked, eyes glowing and fury in his face. Spiroz came forward and stopped before two of them, still struggling to get up, and grabbed their guns telekinetically. Aiming both at their faces, he pulled the triggers and didn't let go as the flashes from the muzzles decorated his face along with their blood. Once the sound of empty magazines was heard, Spiroz threw them away and summoned his magic.

The first spell he cast saw him touch the wall, where two soldiers leaning against it found bony hands grabbing them by their limbs and squeezing them tight as their bones and organs broke. The first found his throat crushed as his helmet filled with blood from his eyes popping inside. The second found one crushing his genitals, making him scream out loud, only for the hands to smash his head.

Spiroz then summoned lighting into his hands. A simple bolt that he charged up only to unleash in an arc. Like a chain itself, it went right through the bodies of four of the soldiers, linking them together before the lighting was activated and filled their bodies with such volts their heads soon exploded. The remaining one finally lost all sense of courage and tried to run, but Spiroz wouldn't let him go. He merely teleported again in front of the sacred soldier and grabbed him by the throat before removing his helmet. The scared, eagle-looking demonic creature pleaded for mercy, but he wasn't getting any. Eye glowing, Spiroz gazed into his eyes, slowly turning the creature into stone. Despite what many people thought, turning to stone was not a pleasant way to die. Feeling your insides, skin, organs, and even your blood solidify into rock was painful, even if it was quick. Once the entire figure was a statue, Spiroz walked over to a shotgun one of the other soldiers dropped, picked it up, pumped it, and shot the head off.

When it was over, Mitzy and Milton slowly walked into the corridor. They stared at the destruction and nervously looked over at Spiroz, who glared at the floor. Chuckling, Mityz said, "W-W-Well, that's one way to let out your anger."

"We should probably tell someone about this...then find a place to hide until the fighting ends," Milton said.

"... I'm sorry," Spiroz whispered.

"Sorry? Dude, this isn't your fault. If anything, this was badass and-"

"No, I'm sorry for this," Spiroz said as he looked at them, his eyes turning purple.

In an instant, both twins felt drowsy and started getting sleepy. Milton winched and tried to stay away. "...wha...what are..."

"Tell my family I love them. Tell them I'm sorry," Spiroz whispered with a sad smile. "Thank you two...for being my best friends..."

"Spi...roz..." Mitzy whispered before falling to the floor in a snore. Her brother soon joined her.

Tossing the shotgun away, Spiroz walked to his room, knowing he didn't have a lot of time before the battle was over. He had to leave before anyone came to check up on them.

Hopefully, he would be long gone by then.