So many great reviews so soon! Thanks so much, it really gave me the motivation to write this next chapter! I gotta admit, I was unsure how this fic would perform based on how Samurai Jack ended (checks watch) eight years ago, huh? Neat. Where'd these wrinkles come from? Onto the reviews.

Tigershark431: Thanks for the review, man! I'll admit, it wasn't the first idea I had for a crossover with Hazbin, it's just the one that stuck the best! I'll try not to reveal too much right now. How exactly Hell relates to Jack's time will be revealed soon. And while Jack may not encounter those from his past here, you could say he'll meet some people from his future? Eh? Bah, it'll make sense eventually.

Lourenco: Thank you! I hope I delivered.

Super heavy weapons guy: Thanks! Those are the type of fanfics I strive for. My motto for writing is: if no one else will, do it yourself!

Lightblade1121: Hey, what a coincidence! I hope this fic will align with your expectations. These kinds of crossovers aren't obvious at first, but that's what makes them fun.

TheMischieviousPuppyDog: Lol, I hope I delivered on soon! I surprised myself how much I got into this story. It's a fun crossover but it also asks the question "What if a good man goes to Hell?" I hope to keep updating this story.

HaloZealotDemon: Lol, yeah, it's gonna be tough writing fight scenes with a guy who's probably the greatest fighter in Hell, who also wields a demon-instakill weapon at all times. But I'll try. After all, my absolute favorite episodes of Samurai Jack are when Jack is fighting for his life, and wins by the skin of his teeth. But don't worry, Jack will still be flexing plenty.

Now, onto the main event!


It occurred to Jack five steps out of the bar that he probably should have asked for directions. No matter, for if these imps' "business" was as successful as he had heard, surely he can just ask around to find them.

The first sinner he asked screamed "Just look for the billboard, dumbass!" and then scoffed and walked away when Jack asked what a billboard was. Evidently, this was going to be harder than he thought.

It was difficult asking for information on the streets, everyone was either on fire, setting someone on fire, or setting themselves on fire. The streets were infested with these strange metal carriages that moved without horses, zooming down the pavement seemingly aiming to turn the residents into red paste.

The only ones who didn't seem to be partaking in the wanton violence were two odd individuals leaning against a back alley wall. It was a rather cliché pairing, one was a tall scrawny stick of a man with a nose so sharp it could pierce armor. The other pug-like man was so short and rotund, one couldn't even see his neck. Both were dressed in baggy, grease-stained clothes. And their eyes were a paled red with wide black pupils.

Seeing no better options, the samurai approached the two. "Greetings," he hailed. "Would either of you know where to find the imps capable of traveling to the mortal world?"

The short one didn't even react to him, while the tall one just stared at Jack with squinted eyes. "What?"

"The imps," Jack tried to reiterate. "The ones who claim to kill those in the land of the living."

"Kill… Living…" the scrawny one mumbled before his bleary eyes widened. "Oh! I am pee!"

"I am… what?" Jack wondered if he misheard.

"Yeah, man, I am pee," Scrawny scratched at his neck. "I see their billboard, like, all the time. Why don't you just ask your hellphone?"

"Hell…phone?" Jack blinked.

"Yeah, man, like this," the tall sinner reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black rectangle. "Direction to I am Pee," he spoke aloud, and the rectangle lit up, he held it out to Jack. "See?"

Jack took the strange device from the sinner. What was once a blank screen was now a detailed depiction of all the surrounding streets, with a distinct red line connected between two marks: one read "You are here," and another labeled as "I.M.P." A map!

"Excellent," the samurai smiled with newfound determination. He looked up to his new ally. "I swear to you on my honor, I will return this." He took off down the street, sword held to his side and intently studying at the strange device.

The two sinners stood there for a few seconds staring at where the samurai used to be. "Dude," the shorter one spoke up. "Why'd you give him your phone?"

"I don't fuckin' know, man, I'm high as shit," the tall one shrugged. "Why'd you give him your liver?"

"I didn't give him my-" The short one's eyes widened, noticing a new stitched scar on his stomach. "Shit, man, I think someone stole my liver."

"Bummer, dude."


"At the next burning corpse, take a left turn."

Jack obeyed the robotic voice, skidding around the corner.

"In about a hundred feet, your destination is on your left. Thank you for using Vox Maps, now go *# $ yourself."

Jack rolled his eyes and put the strange device away in his robe. At least it had the decency to censor itself.

The street before him was about as derelict and decrepit as any other street in Hell, if not a bit wider. To his left was a wide-open cement lot, where many of those horseless carriages sat motionless, sitting in front of another gray and lifeless building. If Jack was to believe the rectangle, that building was where his quarry laid. To his right were just more buildings and carriages, but one thing stuck out on one particular roof.

A giant painting seemed to have been constructed upon one of the buildings. But the picture itself was more realistic and detailed than any illustration Jack had ever seen. It depicted a well-dressed creature of blood-red and bleached white skin giving a shark-toothed grin, while a pair of ram-sized horns protruded from his head. Next to the creature was a string of text seemingly trying to advertise something about assassination before going on a rant about "text-to-speech."

If Jack were to guess, the creature depicted was one of the imps he sought and this illustration was the fabled "billboard" he had heard so much about. Although, he couldn't surmise as to why the billboard had a giant arrow that seemed to point AWAY from the imps' place of business.

Perhaps his rectangle was wrong? But there was a large black metal carriage parked right in front of the designated building, and it had 'IMP' painted all over it in big red letters. That settled it. This was where Jack needed to go.

Jack focused on the sound of his clacking sandals as he approached the building. He stared up at the towered monolith. He had seen taller structures on his travels, but they were vastly few and far between. This building was only half as tall as some of the other structures in this overwhelming city.

The question was, how would he get in? Jack refused to go to them directly. In Hell or not, he was still an honorable samurai. He would not negotiate with, or beg the help of assassins who would prey on the innocent. He would have to do this covertly. That meant the main entrance was not an option. He would have to scale the building.

Jack placed his hand against the brick wall. He had rarely had to climb something so steep. The shoddy craftsmanship of the brickwork left plenty of footholds for him to take, but those were still erratically spread out here and there. If only he had the proper tools-

"Gak!"

A sinner crashed into the sidewalk next to Jack, his face pummeled black and blue.

"And stay out, asshole!" Across the street, a muscle headed four-armed sinner sneered before slamming the doors of his building shut.

Jack looked down at the dazed sinner, his eyes caught the gleam of a set of spiked brass knuckles on each of his hands. Evidently, they weren't of much use to him. Jack carefully slid the weapons off the sinner's unconscious form.

Jack slid the brass knuckles onto his hand, spinning them backwards, so the spikes stuck out from the palm. He experimentally clenched and unclenched his hand. There, now they would make for semi-decent climbing claws.

Jack placed his hand upon the wall, the brass spikes easily sunk into the crumbling stone. He placed his other clawed hand into a higher position. He pulled himself up easily enough, his right sandal catching onto the edge of a loose brick to keep him stable. Jack let out a breath. Seemed his scaling scheme could work. He began climbing.

Jack scaled the building silently and patiently. For every window he passed, he slightly tilted his head and peaked in. Each one was the same as the last, just an empty dark space with crumbling walls and occasionally a leaking ceiling. The only variety he got was if the window was boarded up by planks of wood.

Jack was starting to reach the top now, and he was beginning to believe perhaps the billboard was correct, and he was just climbing an empty building. But then he saw an opened window- wide open, not shut or boarded up like the others. He could even see small ratty curtains fluttering out in the breeze.

As silently as he could, Jack shuffled his way along the wall. It would be most unfortunate if he were to fall now. Right below the window was a loose brick practically hanging halfway out of the wall. The perfect foothold for Jack to take. All he needed to do now was grab the windowsill and pull himself up. He needed to be careful though. He steadily lifted himself up, his eyes barely creeping into the room.

Jack immediately lowered himself back out of sight. Unlike the other rooms, this one wasn't empty. The lights were on. Old and ratty furniture occupied the usually empty space: a couple of old leather couches, an old chair, a stained wood coffee table, and a relatively well-put together wooden desk. And seated at that desk, was a Hellish beast.

Jack patiently waited for any audial cue that the beast saw him, none came. He chanced another glance into the room. The beast was not focused on him, its attention didn't even glance towards the window. Its attention seemed completely enraptured on another one of those small rectangles in its hands.

The beast greatly resembled the large gray wolves Jack had encountered in his travels. But this beast seemed to be some sort of halfway mark between wolf and human. Speaking of, the wolf's body language, style of punk clothing, and overall body figure suggested that the wolf was female.

Jack wasn't sure how to react to this mixture of a young human woman and an apex predator. Did she work for the imps? Did she reside here? He scoured the room for more clues. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, some red stains here and there, a basket by the desk holding crumpled pieces of paper, and a thick black book sitting on the desk in front of the wolf girl.

The wolf's rectangle suddenly vibrated and made a small sound. She tsked and rolled her blood-red eyes before putting the device down. She picked up the black book and flipped it open to a specific page. Her finger traced down the pages, reciting something under her breath. She stood up from the desk and walked over to the back wall. She began tracing a circle on the old wallpaper, a fiery red glow forming wherever she traced.

Jack's eyes widened as he witnessed the wolf trace more hellfire into the wall, creating a very specific symbol: a pentagram. The pentagram began spinning until the red lines blurred into a swirling vortex. And then in a burst of energy, the pentagram became a portal to a verdant green forest. Jack nearly let go of the window in shock.

"Great job, Loony" an imp hopped out of the portal, the very same imp from the billboard outside, same suit, same horns, same shark-like grin. The only thing different was that his long, spiked tail was now visible. He booped the hound on the nose. "I know I can always count on you for a quick getaway."

"It's Loona," the wolf literally growled. She looked about ready to bit off the imp's finger.

"I know," the imp opened up his coat and holstered another one of those small barreled weapons. "But you're also always gonna be my wittle Loony woony," he said with puppy-dog eyes.

Jack blinked. The tone with which the imp spoke that last part reminded him of how a parent would talk to their young child. Odd. As not only were the two creatures obviously different species, but wolf-woman seemed to be at least as old as Jack. As far as he could surmise anyway.

"Loona's" ears flattened as she cringed back. "God, why do you have to be so fucking weird," she snapped the book shut and stalked back to her desk.

The imp didn't seem at all bothered by the comment as he simply shrugged and clapped at the portal. "Okay, c'mon guys, let's go! These portals don't last all day!"

Two more figures hopped out of the portal. Well, one hopped, the other tripped out of the portal and landed face first. More imps- not as tall as the first one, much shorter horns, also lacking the bleached white skin and instead opting for pure red skin.

The swirling portal shrank behind them until it disappeared, leaving only the peeling wallpaper from before.

"Great job, team, another asshole dead in the ground," the tall imp confidently straightened his jacket. "I carried, as usual, but I loved your enthusiasm, Millie," he flashed a thumbs up to the second imp.

The one who hopped out of the portal, a female by the looks of it, perked her head up with pride, slinging a large battleaxe over her shoulder. Impressive, seeing as it was nearly twice as big as her.

The tall imp's smile fell as he looked at the imp on the floor. "Moxxie, you could stand to show a bit more initiative. You're not meeting your killing quota, and it's dragging everyone down."

'Moxxie' picked himself off the floor, rubbing his head through his thick stark-white hair. He groaned in a high-pitched voice. "Sir, I couldn't possibly 'fill my quota' because we only had one target, and you said (and I quote) 'If anyone other than me sticks their lead in that asshole, I'm replacing your next paycheck with electric eels."

It was then that Jack noticed the aquarium of electric eels in the corner of the room, literally lighting up at being mentioned.

"Now, now, Mox, the workplace is nowhere for excuses," the assumed leader imp scoffed at his employee's griping. "Millie still managed to kill somebody."

"I didn't even mean to," Millie shrugged. "I just chopped down a tree, and it fell right on top of her."

"I think she was still alive actually," Moxxie scratched his chin. "It only fell on her legs. She could come out of this only lightly maimed."

"Wait, really," Millie's eyes widened. She turned to the wolf. "Hey, Loony, open the portal back up, I can't leave a job half-finished."

"Hold your horses, Mills," the boss imp shot down. "We got paid to kill a shitty ex-boyfriend, so we killed a shitty ex-boyfriend. No freebies! Y'know, unless it makes things easier for us."

"But Blitz," Millie whined. "I can't have people thinkin' I do a job half done!"

"Nope," Blitz shook his head. "Look, maybe she'll be a whore and someone down here will put a hit on her. But until then, I'm not plowing that bird bastard so you can brag about your perfect dismemberment record."

Jack ducked his head back out of sight. He nearly had to raise his hand to his mouth to keep himself from vomiting. The way these creatures so casually spoke of ending a human life…

Now Jack was sure that he made the right decision in not going to them directly. There was no way they would willingly help him in his quest of righteousness.

Jack raised his head back up. The imps were now arguing about the value of a reputation, but Jack blocked them out. His eyes laser-focused onto one thing: the book. That book was how they traversed between worlds, he was sure of it! The wolf girl consulted it before she opened the portal, and the portal closed after the book was shut. Now he only had to get his hands on it without being spotted-

Jack fell. Not for very long, he almost immediately dug his claws into the building. He skidded to a stop. How did he even fall in the first place? He lost his footing.

He looked down. It appeared that the loose brick he had been using as a foothold was too loose, as it had slipped right out of the wall. Jack watched the brick spin through the air, plummeting straight down into-

CRASH

Jack winced as the brick shattered the windshield of the Imp's black carriage. He winced even more when the carriage started wailing this screeching noise over and over. It made the music from the club seem like a lullaby.

"The fuck is that?" Blitz's voice sounded from above.

"That's our car alarm, sir!"

"We have a car alarm?"

Jack desperately looked for anything to be a new foothold. He jammed one of his sandals into a crack in the wall.

"Wait, shit, I keep half my stuff in there!"

Jack inched his way back up to window, keeping sharp attention to which bricks looked loose.

"Okay, Loony, you stay here and hold down the fort," Blitz's voice still carried. "We're going down to grab whatever asshole is breaking into our car and 'pop a cap in his ass.' Or whatever the slang for murdering assholes is."

"Whatever," the hound's bored tone called back, then came the slamming of a door.

Jack peaked his head back over the windowsill- the scene looked near identical to when he first arrived. The imps were gone- off to check on the status of their screaming vehicle- and the wolf was alone, attention fully dedicated to the rectangle in her hand, the book on the desk in front of her.

His way home was right there, just a mere ten feet away! What should he do? Charge in, sword drawn, and demand the book? No, that would draw far too much attention. He would rather avoid another situation like the club, and he had no basis for what strength or skill the wolf or imps possessed.

Perhaps a more silent approach? Jack was well-trained in art of ninjutsu. His mastery of stealth was second to none. But that plan had plenty of snags. The room was small with not a lot of options for hiding places. And stealth worked best under the cover of night, Jack wasn't even sure Hell had a night cycle.

Not to mention the hound standing guard. If she was anything like the wolves of the mortal world, her senses would be as sharp as a needle and hyper aware of her surroundings.

Jack's grip on the window began to falter. Should he retreat? Wait for all the creatures to leave and then formulate more of a plan?

But then something spoke to Jack, a voice in the back of his mind. No, it wasn't a voice, it was a laugh. Aku's laugh.

Jack clenched his teeth. The memories came flooding back in. The destruction of his home, the pillaging of his land's resources, the barren wasteland his birthright had become. He remembered his people, broken and beaten into submission by Aku's minions, slaving away into dust and bones. His father, the once proud emperor, being reduced to a near-crippled old man, performing back-breaking labor in pointless torture.

They were being tortured under Aku's rule. They were dying. How many more have died since Jack had been gone? How many did Aku slaughter as punishment for Jack's actions against him? Was his father dead?

Jack's knuckles whitened. Time was a luxury he could not afford. The imps were gone, and there would be no telling when they would return. The wolf was alone, and the book was out in the open. Jack was here, the book was there, and he needed to act NOW.

Before he could consider any other options, he pulled himself up and in through the window. Jack landed silently on the carpeted floor, not a hair out place. He looked up, the wolf's ears lightly twitched. No!

Jack dove behind the cover of the couch. He crouched low to be completely out of sight.

The wolf's eyes drifted over to the open window. She stood up from her desk and began walking over to it.

Jack silently shuffled around the side of the couch as she approached, keeping out of her line of sight. The wolf made it to the window and looked outside. "AND REMEMBER TO TURN THAT STUPID THING OFF!" she yelled before grabbing the window and slamming it shut, muffling the noise of the still-wailing carriage.

Jack didn't know whether he should let out a breath of relief. On one hand, it appeared that the wolf didn't notice his entrance. On the other, a closed window would make his exit strategy much more difficult.

The wolf went back to her desk and took out her rectangle. All her spare attention seemed to be focused on this device, fortunate for Jack.

Jack's eyes darted all over the room. He needed another hiding spot, one closer to his quarry. Near the desk, there was a large pot housing a rather dead plant. It would have to do.

Jack rolled out into the open and leapt towards the plant. Quieter than a whisper, he slid behind the pot. He laid flat on ground, tucked in his arms as stiff as possible- it was the only way to obscure his body behind such a small piece of furniture.

He hazarded a peek from behind the plant. The wolf was still looking at the rectangle. What on Earth could possibly be on the device to distract the girl so thoroughly for so long? The wolf leaned back into her chair and turned away, the chair spinning with her to now face the wall. She was facing… away from Jack. Perfect! Jack could not take a better opportunity unless fate itself picked it.

Jack crawled on the tip of his toes over to the desk, the wolf's attention still firmly elsewhere. Jack made it to the drawers and crouched low just to be safe. His eyes landed on the thick black book just sitting on the desk. His way home was just a hair's breath away. He carefully reached out his right hand, his fingers clasped onto the leather cover. He slowly inched the book towards him…

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Jack blinked and looked up to see a rather ticked off wolf, sitting in a chair now facing Jack, and looking down at him with an unimpressed glare.

Jack looked up at the wolf woman, he looked to the book that was halfway into his grasp, he looked back to the wolf woman. "Uh…"

"I don't know who the Hell you are," the wolf snarled as she began to stand up. "But I've already had a pretty shitty day, and if you think you can just come in to screw with us by stealing our big meal ticket-"

Jack clenched his teeth and his brow began to sweat. Things were falling apart fast. He had to do something quickly!

Jack's free left hand shot forward straight towards the wolf. It began to wrap around to the back of her head.

"What?" the wolf blinked. "What the fuck are you-"

Scritch scritch scratch.

"O- oh…" the wolf's eyes widened as she felt the sensation of Jack scratching behind her ears. Her sneer disappeared, replaced with quiet shock. "I… I don't… how are you…"

Jack had encountered many canines in his travels- dogs, foxes, and wolves alike. They made for excellent companions in hunting and friends on lonely nights. And one thing that they all had in common was that they appreciated a good scratch behind the ears. The canines down here were no different, if the girl's lightly wagging tail was to be believed.

His left hand still scratching, Jack put his attention back on the right one holding the book. Too sudden of a movement might knock her out of the trance, so he slowly started inching the book again.

"H- hold on," Loona spoke up through her dazed tone. "You can't just… you can't just…"

It appears she was starting to wake up again. That wasn't good. Jack needed more time. Fortunately, he wasn't done yet. Throughout his travels, he learned of a secret spot for dogs, just between the ears. A spot so satisfying to scratch, that finding it would guarantee a four-legged best friend for life. He would just have to keep scratching, and he should find it just about… there!

"Oh? …Oooohh, fuck," all vexes and frustrations melted off of Loona's face, her eyes closing in pleasure as a lazy smile started to creep onto her muzzle. She collapsed back into her chair, tail wagging rapidly as she leaned her head more into Jack's hand.

For some reason, Jack was starting to feel rather uncomfortable. But no matter, the wolf was thoroughly distracted, and he was free to take the book! His left hand still scratching, his right hand inched the book closer to him. Just a little bit more…

"-okay, who the FUCK is moaning in here, because the only person allowed to moan in this office is Stolas if I want to bring him here for rolepl-" The door kicked open, and in marched the imp known as Blitz, but he froze mid-rant as he took in the scene before him.

The imp's eyes zeroed squarely onto Jack, then onto the wolf, then onto Jack's hand still tangled in her hair, then to book in Jack's other hands.

Jack looked at the book. Then he looked at the imp whose face was still frozen in dead silence. Then he looked at the wolf girl known as Loona, who looked as if she was caught red-handed performing the most mortifying crime imaginable.

Jack looked between all parties. He snatched up the book in his arms. He turned around and ran. He jumped out the window.

CRASH


Asmodeus dragged a hand down his flaming face with a sigh. Sometimes, it really sucked to be the Sin of Lust in a place as horny as Hell. Like when he had to file three stacks of paperwork just to sign off on the latest shipments of blow-up sex dolls. Especially when all those dolls looked like Fizz, something about that just rubbed him the wrong way.

And that something has absolutely nothing to do with something as stupid as JEALOUSY, Karen!

Asmodeus snorted. Him? The Sin of Lust? Jealous? That ain't physically possible. Isn't it? Time to get his mind off this train of thought. Focus on something else, like paperwork!

Asmodeus sank into his throne. Was it just him, or was Hell starting to get a bit stale? It was starting to feel like the same routine day in and day out. What he wouldn't give for there to be more spice in his life.

Ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Asmodeus blinked. He doesn't remember laughing. He looked around him. He didn't leave any laughing sex toys lying around. It was funny. That laugh almost sounded familiar.

As you wish, my old friend…

Oh, HELL no!

Asmodeus launched out of his chair, frantically glaring at every shadow in the room. "Aku!" He yelled. "Get your black ass out here, NOW!"

A pillar of darkness burst from the ground behind Asmodeus. Out of it came a pale green face, sprouting obscene tusk-like fangs and two flaming eyebrows: Aku.

"Careful what you say, my old friend," Aku wagged a finger, each movement creaking like a dead tree. "You never know who might be listening in," his face twisted into a grin. "Or what they might take out of context."

Asmodeus glared up at Aku. The shapeshifting asshole never could stand not being the tallest in the room. "I haven't given a damn about what people thought about me since the day I was created. Now, how in the Hell are you here?"

"Ozzy," Aku gasped. He floated himself over to Asmodeus' throne and sat himself down. "Is that any way to greet an old co-worker after he came such a long way to see you? It has been far too long since we've last seen each other. 10,000 years, give or take?"

Asmodeus squinted. "Well, considering that it was supposed to be infinity years before I next saw your stupid face, I'd say you're too early." He groaned. "How the Hell are you alive?"

"Ah, yes," Aku stroked his little flaming goatee. "I suppose you would be wondering how I survived. After all, Lucifer did sink two of the Nine Rings just to attempt to destroy me."

And what a hassle of paperwork that was. "That would be a good place to start, yeah."

"You see, just before I fell with the Rings into the aether, I tore open a portal and escaped through into another dimension."

Asmodeus groaned. Of course it was another dimension. Those things were the worst.

"Of course, in this new dimension, there were a few… hiccups," Aku shrugged. "But after a quick dirt nap and a magic arrow head, I was good as new!"

"Of course you were," Asmodeus rolled his eyes. Nothing good ever lasted forever. "And let me guess, you're finally here for round 2?"

"Eh, close," Aku stood up. "As much as I would love to conquer all of Hell again, I have still not quite recovered my full strength. Trying an all out conquest right now would be far too much of a nuisance."

So he's not back at full strength. "So why come back at all?" Asmodeus asked. "Why not keep hiding away in that special little dimension of yours?"
"Simple!" Aku teleported behind Asmodeus. "I figured even at my absolute weakest, I'd still be more than a match for good old Ozzy!" Aku grinned as he pinched Asmodeus' cheek.

Asmodeus slapped the hand away and shoved the black demon away.

"Besides," Aku shrugged, not at all perturbed by the action. "It's not like I have to worry about Lucifer any time soon."

Asmodeus' eyes widened. So he heard about Lucifer? Damn. "That still doesn't answer my question," he tried to get back on track. "Why are you here?"

The smirk disappeared off of Aku's face. His eyes began to glow with barely hidden anger. "I am here for information."

Asmodeus' eyes squinted. "What kind of information?"

"There is a mortal soul in Hell," Aku brought forth. "A human samurai."

Asmodeus cocked his head. "A human in Hell? What the Hell did you do?"

"Bah!" Aku spat, as if to try to wash a bad taste from his mouth. "He sought my destruction. I underestimated his abilities. He wields a sword imbued with magic so potent, it could harm even me." He pointed a bony black figure. "It could even harm you."

Now, THAT caught Asmodeus' attention. A sword capable of killing a Sin? Now that's some awesome power. And it was wielded by a human? "So you tossed him down here, hoping someone else would clean up your mess?"

The flames upon Aku's face flared an angry red. "I was caught unaware before! The samurai's luck will not hold out twice! Once I recover my full strength, I will smite him where he stands!" the flames calmed down. "All I need to know is where I can find the samurai."

Asmodeus cocked a brow. "And how am I supposed to help?"

"Your succubi have greater reach than any other species in Hell," Aku spoke. "If any creature were to know about the samurai's whereabouts, it would be them."

Asmodeus stared at the master of masters, then shrugged. He turned his back and walked away. "My guys and gals don't gossip. They just screw whatever idiot comes up and then move on."

Aku blinked. "What?" He obviously wasn't expecting rejection.

Asmodeus sat back on his throne and straightened out a stack of paperwork. "Besides, I didn't care about your little coup 10,000 years ago, why would I care about whatever beef you've got with a human?"

The cool-blue lighting of Asmodeus' office died out. The entire room was overtaken by darkness. Aku towered over the Sin, his black form nearly smothering everything. "Do not be coy with me, Sin of Lust!" Aku snarled. "I am still capable of eradicating your soul! Piece. By. Piece!"

Asmodeus looked up at Aku's seething form, careful not to let a single emotion betray his face. As much as he loathed to admit it, the Sin was never much of a match for Aku. But that didn't mean he was going to roll over like a dog.

"Calm your tits, big guy," Asmodeus put on his reading glasses. "I ain't gonna help you, but I'll point you in the direction of those who will."
Aku's seething snarls calmed down, his massive form began to shrink to a more manageable size. "Who?"

"Down in the Pride Ring, there are these three overlords," Asmodeus explained while pretending to do paperwork. "Calls themselves the Vees, I've done business with them a couple of times." To his great regret. That Valentino creep gave Lust a bad name.

Aku raised a brow. "And what do they have to do with the samurai?"

"One's got hidden cameras in every inch of Hell, and the other pretty much dictates the flow of all social media. Nearly all information in all of Hell flows through them. You get what I'm saying?"
Aku's face split into that creepy smirk he loved pulling. "Indeed. You have been most helpful today, my old friend. We should do lunch sometime!"

"Please don't," Asmodeus mumbled as Aku hovered past his desk.

Aku moved over to the big glass doorway overlooking Asmodeus' balcony. With a flash of his eyes, the doors swung open with a slam. Aku leapt into the air, his black form twisted and turning like blackened water until he reformed into a demonic bird. He flew off the balcony and into the night.

Asmodeus sighed and took off his glasses. He knew he was just kicking the problem can down the road. Aku wouldn't be satisfied with just one samurai. Given enough time, Aku'll be gunning for all of Hell. Maybe Asmodeus should make a call to the other Sins.


I should probably get a beta-reader. Usually I ask my mom, but I can't do that for this one for obvious reasons.

You know, I feel kinda bad. Two chapters in and Jack has barely interacted with any Hellaverse characters! Don't worry, that's definitely going to be resolved next chapter, as you could probably guess.

Make sure to leave a review, and I'll see you all next time.

Thanks for reading!