Iruma loved working on the farm. He got an apple every night after doing some manual labor, and he got to sleep on the hay when the head farmer was asleep. Not to mention the animals here were a lot nicer than the ones in the wild. Although he had to constantly check the chicken coop, one of them kept getting out. Iruma always woke up with at least one feather in his hair. One time the farmer joked about it and his cowlick combined looking like devil horns. He wasn't sure how to feel about that comparison.

Like most of his jobs, it definitely wasn't ideal. The pay wasn't anything to ride home about, the hours were long and like every job he's had, he was left with doing the majority of the work. Fortunately, at thirteen years old, that was something he was already used to. Not only that, he developed his instincts a whole lot better. Now he could dodge gunfire… it was scary that that was necessary, but convenient whenever it popped up.

"Goodnight Charla, Goodnight Darel, Goodnight Mackintosh, GoodnightTwilight." He gently soothed the horses to sleep. Yep, after a day full of working in the sun, gathering food he couldn't partake in himself, and trying to survive a crazy woman who wanted the property, this was a nice way to end the day. Helping animals that DIDN'T want to eat him for a change.

It was nice to help them get warm, it helped him feel warmer when he went to bed on cold nights like this ... Although weirdly enough, all he needed was a newspaper to feel warm. He couldn't actually remember the last cold night he heard …except whenever he had jobs in Alaska or the Arctic, but that was a given. "Goodnight Jackson, Goodnight Maron, Goodnight Colorful vortex in the air, Goodnight-" Iruma paused, going back to that last one. "... Did I eat a bad mushroom again?" Could have sworn he fixed that by six. Or did he misread those books… wait, did he return those on time? He couldn't afford a library fine right now..

"SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!" A rather loud and unusually red voiced figure fell out of the hole in the sky. They were wearing some kind of black suit, and had horns and a tail, so Iruma's first assumption was that it was some kind of deformed large opposum. "Gah! Pitchfork in my ass!" They shouted, jumping up and running around. "WHAT THE FUCK!? That's the last time I bang a rich bird for his fancy ass book!"

The horses started whining and getting spooked. Whatever this guy was, Iruma needed to get them out of here before it put his job at risk. "Please, be quiet, you'll wake the horses."

"THE FUCK YOU TALKIN ABOUT!?" The thing that Iruma was only HALF certain now was a opposum shouted. "The nearest farm is like five fucking rings down! Now where the fuck in hell am I!?"

"Neeeh!" Charla cried out, instantly getting the thing's attention.

"Horses… HORSES, they're actually real!" The red weirdo shouted. "Christ on a stick, that magic book is the real deal!" Okay, clearly he was dealing with a crack head. Just need to edge him out before-"It's ride or die time!" He jumped onto Jackson, cackling. "GIDDY UP!" Unfortunately, said horse didn't like being rid by strangers, and promptly kicked the guy in the face, right through the wall. "Still loving it!"

"Sir, please, would you get out of here.."

"Not a chance in dick, kid, I'm hard as their hoofs and this is as close to heaven I'm ever going to get!" The weirdo cackled as he jumped into the next stable, making the horses break out from fear and running around. "Get back here, let me ride you!"

"No, please come back!" Iruma shouted, trying to run after them. "Aggh! I had just calmed them down for the night!" This was one of his nicer jobs too! He couldn't go back to drilling for oil again! That's how he angered a whole colony of moles he was sure were STILL trying to enact revenge on him!

He ran outside, only for that red weirdo to crash into the house. Oh no, please, please don't. "Shit it's dark! Oh look, a match-"

BOOM

… The gas from the stove must have been hit …. And now the house was ablaze. "...AGGGGHHHH!" He screamed. Now being fired was the least of his problems, now he was probably going to be charged with manslaughter, or worse, murder! "Please don't be dead please don't be dead."

"Ah shit, I killed a human!" The monster that caused all this shouted as he emerged from the flames, somehow completely untouched. "... Wait … I can kill humans! That gives me an awesome idea!"

"Does that involve turning yourself in?!" Iruma shouted.

"Fuck that noise! I'm going to kill humans and start my own business around it! Everyone in hell can kill demons, but only someone with a fancy ass book like this can kill humans while they're still alive! I got a corner on a market completely untapped!"

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?"

"It means I'm gonna strike it rich, bitch!" He opened a book in his hand, as another circle opened in the air. "See you never, weird kid!" The man jumped in, closing it behind.

"... Note to self, stay away from mushrooms period." The risk was too much if he saw things like this daily. "Okay, what to do what to do.." He slowly muttered.

"Kid." Iruma turned his head …

"Oh, Mr. Jenkins, you're alive! I thought that weird guy killed you in that explosion…"

"I'm badly burned, I lost my hair, and all my belongings are in flames, but yes, I am alive." The man nodded.

"...Okay, so… less than ideal.." The horses whined in the distance. "And I know your horses are now running in the wild unsupervised, but just give the rest of the day tomorrow and I can round them-"

"You're fired." His boss said bluntly.

"...I figured as much." Another job down the drain. Maybe Iruma could mitigate his loss by taking an extra sewer working position.

Sera looked over the reports. "Have the oracles given their ten year forecast?"

"Yes mam." The angel nodded. "Lots of wars and political conflict."

"Of course there is." She groaned. "Try to give environmental activists more support, maybe we can at least fix up the trees while humans fight each other." Every day it seemed like humanity only suffered more and more from its own interconnectivity. Sera assumed the access of knowledge at any given point would have advanced their understanding …but it seems that with the increase of knowledge only paradoxically increased the level of ignorance amongst the world, and that wasn't even going into those with their own agendas trying to profit from said knowledge.

More and more, less souls got into heaven. It was getting to the point where a fifty percent ratio might be the best they could do on a good day, and a thirty percent ratio on a standard day. More and more souls would suffer from Lucifer's mistakes, which meant more and more souls they would unfortunately have to sacrifice to the blade of a holy weapon.

The door slammed open, as Emily rushed forward. "SERA!"

While she loved the girl, now was not the time. Her guardian angel role had kept her sister's excess energy in check… almost too much, as there wasn't as much of a spring in her step in the last thirteen years, which on one hand could stop the girl from being TOO ambitious with her ideas. "Emily, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, could you wait until-"

"There's demons on earth!"

Every angel in the room became silent, and frozen. "Excuse me?"

"Demons, on earth, I saw them!" She shouted again.

"That's … not too surprising I suppose." One elder noted. "The sin of Lust Asmodeus employs the use of specially designed crystal's to send succubi and Incubi to influence humans in contrast to the cupids we send down.." Which was a WHOLE other discussion to begin with.

"But it wasn't succubi, and it wasn't with a crystal! It was an imp using another form of demonic power!"

Sera stared at her sister. "Are you certain about this?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes! Imps were roaming the mortal world!" Emily exclaimed."They mentioned a book that allowed them to travel there, before causing chaos on a farm! Setting it on fire, nearly killing the fire, setting the horses into danger's path, and hurting my Iruma!"

"I see …" She paused. "Wait, your Iruma?"

Emily paused as well, her eyes widening in fear and shock. "You know ... I'm in change of guarding the Suzuki's, it's my job, so … purely professionally, the family, professionally… is mine…that's how that works, right?"

Sera glared at her sister, before sighing. "Elders, I request a small recess. It seems I must discuss matters with my sister alone." They nodded, vanishing in flashes of light. "Emily, you're not getting involved with the child beyond your assignment, are you?"

"No, of course not!" She shook her head. "I just look after them a lot due to their constant … danger magnetism …" Emily nodded. "Because, you know, their multiple jobs in dangerous locations."

"And the parents? You guard them as well, like you're assigned."

"Of course! I make sure that it's all one … nice happy … safe family." The younger seraphim's eyes twitched saying that. "But that's beside the point. They put humans in danger and they're likely to do it again if they're left to their own devices."

"Did you see the book?" Sera questioned.

"Yes… it was purple with golden spirals."

"A grimoire …" She looked out the window. "Those should only belong to the Ars Goetia …" For purposes of gazing across the universe and unlocking prophecies, with the notion of it being explicitly forbidden from being used to visit Earth. Although never let it be said demons were one's to follow the rules, even those on the higher end of the spectrum.

What to do, what to do. The existence of both heaven and hell wasn't meant to be known to humanity. There was already so much corruption with how much they knew. If humans were to discover that the afterlife was real, or worse, learn to access it themselves without dying, that could spell horrendous results for everyone.

However, as part of the pact with Lucifer, all hellborn, and Lilith, were off limits for extermination. Not to say that killing those such as Imps was illegal, but they couldn't just go out of their way to kill such creatures… however, with everything being black and white, the face value truth was always to be upheld to. "Have they interfered with your guardian role?"

"They got the boy fired from his job and some casualties were made.."

"But you were still able to perform your role?"

"Well, yes, but.."

"Then leave the situation for the time being." Sera placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "If they interfere with your ability to guard the family, then we shall take action. Until then, do not show your hand."

"But people …"

"There are many forces we can not interfere with. But trust me, there will be discussion on this event." Mainly suggesting to Adam that they focus on imps for the next decade or so. If there was one thing the man was good for, it was keeping Hell in line. "Remember, we may be powerful and divine, but we cannot overstay our hand upon the mortal world. We guide and protect, but we don't interfere."

Emily looked down. "Yes mam …"

"Good." She rubbed the seraphim's shoulder. "I promise you Emily, when all is said and done, good and peace will prevail."

"I.. I hope so.." Emily sighed, turning away. "I.. I'll just get back to work then."

"Remember Emily, if it's too much you can ask for help."

"I know Sera." They said as they left, a lack of that warm energy in their voice. "I know."

Moxie looked over his weapon. "Alright sir, every gun is locked and loaded, the knives are sharpened, and the grenade pins are secure." Moxie had to admit, this was a little unorthodox. When he first met Blitz, it was because they were cellmates after Chazz left him for the police… something a bit odd in hell admittedly, but with a sin like Mammon incharge, of course there would be some kind of enforcement, but that was neither here nor there.

The taller imp was standoffish admittedly, already talking to him like they had known each other their entire lives and coming up with a rather crazy plan to break out of their cell. Moxie would've ignored the imp and tried to live out his sentence before his fa-before Crimson broke him out and/or killed him. Blitz though… he put his daughter first.. Something that to Moxxie, was an unforeseen sight in a demon since his own mother. Granted, that daughter ended up being Loona, who was more like a drugged, addicted homeless woman crashing at the office, but the sentiment was still the same.

So Moxxie decided to take the risk and place his future in Blitz's hands, however chaotic they were… now he had a job with a boss that cared for his well being, and Millie … oh, that woman was a violent beauty. If this job gave him one thing, it was meeting someone he knew his mom would've loved to meet before. A tough as nails Wrath born imp with an insatiable bloodlust.. And one for a love of musicals and show tunes, which he was able to provide for her entertainment quite frequently.

"Alright people, get ready." Blitz grinned. "We had multiple expeditions before, but today is our first time getting in the murder zone. We go in, fuck them up, pull out a head for evidence, then get paid."

"I still can't believe we're gonna be killin real humans!" Mille cheered excitedly. "Oooh, I bet their bodies chop up as easy as butter! Just one swing, and WHAM! Head, neck, and spine completely removed in one shot!"

"Well, as someone who set a man on fire for testing, they are pretty fragile, weak, and useless." Blitz nodded. "So much so that they almost make Mox here seem useful." If there was ONE thing Moxxie didn't like, it was Blitz constantly riding his coattails.

"Sir, I can assure you I will be in top condition for this assignment." Don't argue back. Prove yourself, and he'll either praise you, or you'll get to rub it in his face later.

"Then we start murdering on my mark." He said. "Three, two, one … fuck em up!" Blitz shouted, tossing a grenade inside.

BOOM

They jumped in, using the smoke as a screen to fire at the members of the mob. A client getting double crossed and wanting revenge … a perfect first mission in Moxie's book. Standard affair. Hell was full of terrible people and they were just adding to the pile. Nothing to object morally too in the slightest. "Oooh, such pretty blood." Millie clapped. "All of it gushing and splashing everywhere. It almost reminds me of home."

"Yep, Earth is a hell of a shih basket and then some." Blitz nodded as he took out his revolver. "Okay, just be safe, we kill every bastard here and dig for the client's target amongst the bodies, sound good?"

"Understood sir." Moxie saluted as he fired off at a few men. Man, talk about outdated, must have been emphasizing silence over firepower when they were setting up. He watched the bodies dropped with little empathy, using the clear cover to reload his current handle. "I got ten, how about you two!?"

"Twenty five and countin!" Millie shouted as she kept flinging her knives into their backs. Though the accuracy was a bit off, she more than made up for it with her sheer brutality and strength in each throw.

"Satan damn, this is booming!" Blitz shouted out as he shot a man's head off, crashing their body into a crate … revealing a child hiding with wide eyes. "Wow, got me a short one." And now their boss was aiming a gun at them.

"Wait, you can't just shoot at a human child!" Moxxie called out.

"Sure I can, just point and shoot like this." Blitz smiled as he pulled the trigger.

"No!"

BANG

The bullet flew off as Moxie got flashbacks to his father. Blitz was nowhere near as bad as Crimson, and assassination required a level of heartlessness to pull off so many kills, but a child.. a child was too much and they just doomed-

"Ah!" The child.. moved his head at the last second. "I thought I was safe!"

"Oh … you're a feisty one ain't ya?" Blitz pulled out a machine gun. "Dance to this, you blue monkey!"

"Wait, is that racis-ahh! More bullets!" The kid ran around, ducking and squirming against the hail of lead. "So many bullets!"

"Ah fuck this!" Blitz grumbled. "Milles, you try and stab the squirmer, I'm gonna find the boss!"

"Please don't kill my boss." The kid begged.

"Too late, we already got paid, and I spent the money on a VCR to watch these to bang!"

"Wait, that was you!?" Moxie shouted. "I KNEW there was someone in the vent!" He was so mad that he would forget about the 'already getting paid' part.

"Okay dookie boss!" Millie saluted as she got close to the kid with a knife. "Don't worry little darling. I'm always humane for the little youngins. I'll be quick and you'll be resting in hell in no time."

"AAAHH!" The human screamed as he fled to a door, with Millie having thrown a large ax to slice him …

Chink

That seemed to deflect off of NOTHING, before the kid managed to escape. "Heheh, it's like playing tag with my brothers back on the farm!" Millie didn't pay it any mind as she continued to chase the child out of the warehouse.

Moxie sighed, firing a few more rounds into the men around him. "Hey Mox, you got a headcount of how many dicks are left!?" Blitz shouted as he shot a man's stomach out.

"I counted at least fifteen left-Blitz, watch where you're firing!" Moxie shouted to the crate where Blitz had his gun pointed ... to a crate full of Grenades.

"Firing where-?" Blitz shot the gun.

BOOOOM

The two of them were sent flying into an alley, as the entire building was sent ablaze. "... So glad we're fireproof." He groaned.

"Yep …" The taller imp groaned, looking around. "What about fallen building proof." Blitz pointed as the entire structure collapsed.

"Decidedly less so. Guess we should be grateful that the explosion sent us flying.." Moxxie looked around. "Wait, where's Millie?" He asked, seeing no sign of her.

"Told her to go after the squigly brat, so she should be back with a bloody knife any moment." His boss noted.

"Look, if yah looking to avoid a bear attack in the future, you can't go with normal bear piss ta hide your stench, you need to cover ya self with the blood of something stronger and nastier to scare them off." The voice of his soon to be fiancé was heard as she walked down the ally with the kid. "Then ya mark your territory to really make the critters run from you."

"Riiight. I just assumed they wouldn't be scared of the territory of a thirteen year old, you know?"

"That's only because ya presenting yourself the wrong way. I know newborn hell piglets that can scare off the toughest sons of bitches decades older cause they assert themselves with betta confidence."

"Ahh, luring him into a false sense of security, well played Mills." Blitz nodded, raising a pistol. "Now hold him still."

"Oh right, I'm still in danger." The kid groaned. "Why do my instincts keep failing me in times like this?"

"Wait, hold on Blitz." Moxxie waved his hands. "It's just a kid. He's obviously not the target.. maybe we can just.. let him off with a warning?"

"Oh come on, we went in there agreeing to murder absolutely everyone. And we at I.M.P. pride ourselves in keeping our promises… when it's convenient. How else are we supposed to be a family friendly murder group?" Blitz complained.

"Oh, like one body is going to make a difference, boss man." Millie giggled as she rubbed the boys head… and a strangely cold chill filled the air when that happened. "And the little critter's a survivor. Dodged all my ax swings and knife throws. Had too much fun now."

"I try my best …" He sighed. "Look, can I just pay you and leave? You already ruined two of my jobs …"

"Nah, that wasn't me. I remember the people I fuck over." Blitz waved off.

"You destroyed my last boss's horse farm." The boy groaned.

"Oh right, oh they were some lovely critters." He nodded. "Alright, we'll take your money. Just make sure no one know shit about us and we're square.

"I won't, Mr possum sir." The kid offered up a few dollars.

"The names Blitz. The O is silent." Their boss corrected as he snatched it away.

"What O?"

"Exactly. Now run along. Cause the next time we meet, it'll probably be to kill you next."

"Sir!" Moxxie called out.

"What, the kid's old enough to have enemies. There's bound to be someone in hell that wants him dead." He shrugged. "Now come on, we have a body to find before the cops investigate an explosion."

"Eh, I wouldn't get worried about it." The kid shrugged. "I've had to escape three explosions last week and not a single cop came by."

"… Well fan fucking tastic! Take your time mutilating the bodies M and M, this will be fun!" Blitz shouted with glee.

"Right away sir." Moxxie supposed this could've gone worse. They didn't get hurt and they were able to spare a single child from the cruel hand of fate for today. "Did we have a decent..?" Blitz put his hand on his shoulder. "Yes sir?"

"... You did a good job Mox." Blitz patted him on the back. "Lighten up a little, alright?"

"… Alright." He smiled. Not a perfect day.. but it was as close to a great day he had in a while. And he at least had a boss he could semi-rely on.

Millie groaned as she hit the side of the boat. "Oooh boy …" While she was a rough and tough daughter of a bitch who could murder the best of them … the seas were never a kind mistress to the imp's stomach. "Damn you… whoever created.. water." She was a dirt and desert imp all the way. Put her in a cave or a jungle and she would conquer the wild before lunch.

"Great, the best monster tamer is down when we need her most!" Blitz shouted out as the tentacles crawled over the boat. "Why did we have to get on the damn thing!? We should have just killed him on the docs!"

"Because you wanted to snort all the cocaine they were shipping out before killing them sir, and got trapped in the cargo hold." Moxxie reminded their boss with a Moan of disappointment. Both of them were used to Blitz's antics by this point, though while Moxxie called him out, Millie found life better if she just rolled with it. After all, the boss man never meant anything bad by it, he was just too into his own head to know better.

"Die, ocean scum!" Blitz screamed as he fired off bullet after bullet at the darn critter. "Damn it, this is the last time we agree to killing a human and an animal on the same assignment without doubling the pay first!"

"Very annoyin." Millie agreed as she cut off a tentacle, before feeling another wave of nauseousness hit her. "Oh no …" She moved to the side, emptying her lunch. "Bleeegggh. I hate the water."

"Don't worry Millie, I'm sure we can handle this assignment relatively well with your reduced involvement." Mox nodded as a tentacle grabbed him. "Hey, don't touch me there!" He shouted, firing at the creature and falling to the ground. "Pain …"

"Just have to secure the crates and we're good to go." They heard the voice of some kid comin topside. "As long as there's no …" The familiar blue haired kid turned to them. "... Rabid creatures …"

"Oh, hey, it's the brat boy who keeps showing up." Blitz noted, before he was knocked away by a tentacle. "SHIT!"

"Why are you guys here?" The kid asked, who for some reason wasn't freaking by out by the storm, the rolling ship, or the creature trying to capsize the boat. "I thought you guys were just loan sharks for the mob you killed."

"Oh no." Millie shook her head. "We're here to maim someone callin himself … Mox, what was the name!?"

"Dario Ricci!" He shouted off, firing a few bullets.

"... Please don't kill my boss." The kid groaned. "Again."

"Too late, we're murdering everyone on this boat, AND this octopussy!" Blitz fired a round into another tentacle. "You know, if it doesn't fuck us first! Damn it! The one night I don't want tentacles shoved up my ass!"

"That's a weird way to eat squid." The boy shuddered as he tied up the boxes, avoiding the tentacles thrown around. "Doesn't seem healthy in the slightest."

"Don't even try to explain it Blitz, we have standards!" She shouted, cutting up one tentacle. "How many arms can one octopus have!?"

"It's eight, so we shave about seven to go.." Moxxie explained.

"I've been shooting arms this whole time, we should be WAY less than seven!" Blitz shouted. "Either you suck at math or this isn't a normal squid!"

"Don't worry, this is the fifth time this has happened to me." The kids nodded as he dodged under a tentacle. "Best way to handle it is to get a good grip!" He jumped on one tentacle as it waved the boy around. "And then feast!" The boy opened his mouth-

CHOMP

… and half the arm had disappeared in one bite. "Should've brought some soy sauce.. but still a seven out of ten." The tot rubbed his stomach.

"… Okay, should I question the displacement of mass, or that eating raw fish is a horrible idea?" Moxie questioned.

"Eh, it's no different than sushi." The boy shrugged. "When your own your own, you fight with your life to eat your next meal."

"Don't I know it." Millie chuckled at the sentiment. "Had to do the same for my first camping trip with pa. Hunted rats and a hell for my first meal."

"Oh, if your hunting rats, save the bones and marrow. That only makes for good broth and soup when grinded up."

"I see, I see." She nodded. So nice to meet somone who can enjoy the fine things one could riddle up with their hands. Before she could respond she noticed a tentacle coming at him. "Look-"

Smash

One of the boxes flew in the air, hitting the tentacle away. "Guess that means plate two is ready." The kid grinned as he took a bite out of the next tentacle. "It really sucks having to lose this job …"

"Ah don't worry about it, you can just do something else back home or someshit." Blitz said. "Or worse comes to worse, get yourself a sugar daddy."

"Parents can be made out of sugar?" The tot blinked. "I gotta ask around town for one then."

"Sir; must you corrupt the youth?"

"Yes, yes I must." Blitz nodded proudly. "If I'm not killing them, I'm inspiring them to punch life in the fucking face."

"Why didn't you dodge that last one?" She asked.

"I only dodge what I feel is dangerous." He shrugged. "Sometimes something dangerous comes and it… just doesn't touch me for some reason… plus I got sushi for tonight." The tot held up a giant squid arm and took a bite out of it. "Wanna bite?"

"Sure, why not." She smiled as she took a bite. "Such a polite little tot. You're a lot less nastier than most of the humans we've killed."

"I try not to make enemies. I live by three simple rules. Survive. Eat. Work." The kid smiled.

"Good rules." Blitz nodded. "Now if you don't mind, we're gonna kill everyone on this ship barring you, and leave you stranded on the ocean."

"... At least you're straightforward about it." The boy side, taking out a compass. "Well hopefully the storm dies down I can use the stars to map my way to an island."

"That's oddly well prepared." Moxie nodded. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but we already risk a lot with this job, so chances can't be taken."

"I get it. Jobs are hard to find. Last thing I'd want to do is make it harder for somone else to do there's."

"Aww, aren't you a little sweetie." Millie rubbed the boys head, and he titled it like a little baby hellhound. "Next time hopefully we meet after we kill your next boss."

"Oh maybe it can be someone that isn't my boss at least… maybe?"

"Ggggrr."

"… Did anyone else hear that?" She asked.

"Oh, my echo's just broken."

"Really?" Blitz asked. "You should look into fixing that.

"Sir, you can't break sound-" A tentacle grabbed Moxxie by the throat. "Weforgottokillthesquid!"

"Don't worry sir!" The kid shouted as he jumped forward. "I'll eat as much of it as I can and hopefully you won't die before then!"

"Don't worry Mox! I'm coming-" Mille found herself throwing up again.

"Millie, you know the rules! Neither of you cum until I do!" You know … this almost felt like a family. Even the tot… he was such a nice little presence.

Emily twitched as Iruma sighed to himself. "Another lost job … that brings down my earnings to about five dollars a week. Which means I need to focus on conservation for an emergency situation and use forest resources instead of buying cheep market food." She watched the boy muttered to himself, wishing so much she could at least give him basic business advice to find jobs that wouldn't scam him for free labor. However, if he did make more money, that would mean he'd just give most of it to his parents and little to none for himself.

However, her Iruma's problems didn't just stem from a poor lack of judgment for jobs. They stemmed from the fact he shouldn't be working so hard in the first place. His intelligence and understanding as he got older just meant more exploitation from those around him, something even the children and teachers at school seemed to take advantage of. Those horrible horrible people who saw a ticket for cheap labor instead of a child in need of serious therapeutic and financial help! Oh it almost made her glad that Iruma spent so little time with other people.

However.. when he wasn't being plagued by bad jobs, there was one other big.. Terrible and horrendous problem circling his life… those vile imps ...

Now don't get her wrong, no one, not even those terrible creatures of hell, came close to the vile Suzukis. Which in itself was quite sad and said a lot. What really got under her skin was their occupation of killing humans whose time had not come yet, preventing any chances of a full life and prohibiting their chances at reaching paradise.

The only reason she hadn't done anything was because Sera said to do nothing. But every day they constantly made life for Iruma harder and harder. Actively hindering his jobs and outright getting him fired with their business that Iruma had no reason to ever be close to! "Well, it's on you for working with people other people want dead kid." The imp known as 'Blitz' said.

"I was just a janitor for a meat factory." Her boy pouted.

"Well to be fair, it's quite common for someone to be miffed at their former place of employment when they fall headfirst into a meat grinder." The short imp known as 'Moxxie' explained as he got his filthy hands on her Iruma, patting him on the back.

"Just great." He sighed. "I'm going to go now before more people show up and the blood repeats. I don't need another image to erase from my mind." So many horrid things the child has been forced to see. She wanted so much to make it stop.. to make them stop…

It's not like she wanted to kill them, the death of another being was wrong. But she really should manifest herself to at least give the demons a scolding. "Aww, don't feel too bad." The female imp known as Millie, smiled in a way that could be considered fondly as she handed the boy something pink and fluffy. "I ah figured we'd ruin another job for ya, so here's some cotton candy."

"Oh … thanks?" He looked it over, before taking it all in. "… Not very filling, but I appreciate the sentiment." What child couldn't find glee in a treat? What kind of life did one have to live in order to not enjoy the wonders of life? How much did those awful parents starve her baby and why couldn't she just hold him for a little bit while he was awake!?

"You should try stealing food when you're out of the country, that always helps." Blitz nodded. "No cops can chase you down that way."

"Hm.. that would save me money.." No… no were they actually encouraging the boy to sin!? Was that their true purpose!? To corrupt his soul and prevent him from where he truly belonged!? "But then there's probably people out there hungrier than me that need it." Too pure, the boy was too pure! Take that Satan! You wouldn't corrupt her boy today!

"Just make sure ya stay alive next time we see you." Millie patted the boy's face. "It be a shame for a survivor like you to die from starvation." She was touching him, she got to touch and talk to her boy, acting like they had the right to be close.

"You guys are nice…ish and all, but every time I see you three, I lose my jobs." The boy grunted. Yes, deny them! Turn them away! Just like Emily prayed for! Turn away the influences of hell, don't let those greasy slimy hell spawn take her boy away and talk to him while she couldn't-

Emily shook her head. She was getting worked up. She… she was jealous… she was jealous of those imps!? She-No! None of that! Envy is a sin, you need to be cleansed. Just let those feelings wash away …

"Too bad ya alive, I love to take ya down to hell with us." The female chuckled as she hugged her bo-THE boy.

"Not sure of how to take that.." Iruma sweated nervously. "Although… your hug does feel nicer than my own parents."

"Suprised you two haven't already gotten one." Blitz turned to Moxxie. "Then again with one of you being impotent and all …"

"Sir, please, do not talk about me and my wife's marital affairs in front of the underaged and impressionable child!"

Parental love…. From the demons….. Maybe they were definitely down for a scolding from an angel. A scolding that could perhaps use a little fire…