A Loud Among Demons: Wrong-Right Spell

by gent777

During a trip to the Goetia mansion for another magic lesson, Lincoln finds an unwanted spellbook he figured he could put to good use, only for his family's magnetism for chaos to work its own kind of magic. With one mistaken spell, Hell's only human resident is given a whole new experience for better and worse.

2. Chapter 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I actually managed to get in contact with The Swordslinger, who now goes by Akito the Boxer. He/she gave me the blessing to continue this fic and is sharing a few ideas of how the third and final chapter would've played out, which I will try to finish. As such, a major shout-out goes to Akito the Boxer, and if you ever look him/her up, please follow all the guidelines on the user homepage, especially if you ever plan on doing commissions with him/her. It is very extensive, but without Akito the Boxer, this fic would not have been possible at all, so give him/her your utmost respect.

In the meantime, enjoy the second chapter of this 3-shot.

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PRIDE RING, I.M.P. Headquarters

Transforming into an incubus and simultaneously achieving the title of top bachelor in Hell was not something Lincoln Loud expected to accomplish in his youth, let alone his whole life. In fact, most of his youth was skipped due to the massive mistake of taking a demon's trash, thinking it was treasure. Still, things could be far worse, so he resisted the urge to complain and instead follow his boss's life advice to take what he can get. While he wished to return to the normalcy of his life in Royal Woods, surrounded by his human family, being an adult incubus with a vast well of magical power did have its perks, particularly in his capability to hold his own in a fight better than he did as a child.

Moxxie and Millie, in particular, were eager to see Lincoln tap into his true potential. As such, the three returned to their company lobby to set up several empty cans for some basic target practice. Moxxie had been mentoring Lincoln in firearm familiarization, which usually consisted of disassembling and reassembling various firearms, as Lincoln didn't feel personally ready to fire his first bullet. Furthermore, both felt that familiarizing with weapons this way can help Lincoln better as the company's tactician when developing his plans.

However, now that Lincoln was showcasing more power than he had before, Moxxie felt that perhaps now was the best time to take the next step in developing his skills with ranged weapons. Instead of using guns, Lincoln was to try and use his magical powers as a possible substitute.

"All set, boys!" called Millie, having set up the final empty soda can. "Do momma proud!"

"Alright… here goes something," sighed Lincoln as he took position away from the cans. With a deep breath and an exhale, Lincoln's eyes glowed as his right hand was enveloped in a bright magical aura. He then held up his right hand and pointed forward with his hand gestured like a finger gun. Recalling a spell that involved shooting a simple energy blast, Lincoln focused that ability, but found it surprisingly easier to not only do so, but to focus that energy to his finger tip, resulting in a small, condensed energy being shot out like a bullet to hit a soda can he was aiming at. The soda can flew into the air upon impact and split in two, leaving the three to stare in awe at Lincoln's finger.

Lincoln stared at his finger and took a few breaths before a smile slowly morphed on his face. For the longest time, he was afraid of actually using any firearms since he'd always associated them as nothing else than instruments of death. But now that he had implemented similar principles of shooting to his magical hands against inanimate objects, he felt exhilarated by his newfound power and skills. With careful aim, Lincoln fired more magical energy bullets at a few more cans. Moxxie could only smile with pride at the sight of Lincoln applying the lessons he taught in gun use.

"Now try the knife!" Millie shouted eagerly.

Lincoln pulled his hand back to concentrate the energy in his hand. After a few seconds, Lincoln swung his hand downwards, in which the magical aura extended to resemble a short blade. Remembering the basic drills of close combat with knives taught by Millie, Lincoln dashed towards one of the cans to execute some vertical and horizontal slashes, along with a few thrusts. When Lincoln did so, he did it with such speed that Moxxie and Millie almost lost track of him for a brief second, and the next thing they knew, the can he had attacked was sliced and diced into numerous little pieces. While not as impressive as killing a room filled to the brim with dangerous and armed humans or a giant fish monster, there was no denying that Lincoln's physical and magical skills received a major upgrade from the growth spell mishap. If it wasn't for the fact that Lincoln wanted to return to his family up top as a human, he would've gladly kept his newfound powers.

"Most impressive, Lincoln!" cheered Moxxie as he examined the remains of the soda can littering the floor. "Your skills have vastly improved from before. Do you think this is like how a child grows up and develops the proper muscles to be more physically efficient?"

"If that's true, then it's gonna be weird when I go back to being a kid again and I'd have to start from scratch until I grow up the normal way," pondered Lincoln.

"Oh please, like you're not gonna be the deadliest fighter ever with your momma around!" Millie reassured. "Just make sure you're keeping your knives and swords closer to ya. That way the bad guy can't read ya and you waste less energy with smaller swings."

"Thanks, though I'd rather not go that far still," Lincoln tried to argue. "Especially since I'll only be able to do this for a month or two…"

"And then you're back to being my little baby," finished Millie. "Oh, it's not fair! How come I get you as the most adorable child, then as a handsome son to brag about to others, then back to my baby boy again? You better let me send your aunty Sallie May some pictures so she can be jealous about how awesome a momma I am!"

"Sure…?" said an unsettled Lincoln. The fact that his powers grew exponentially since the botched growth spell… was still insignificant due to the fact that Millie still outclassed him in combat knowledge and experience, so he felt he wasn't in a position to refuse. Of course, even Lincoln believed that Millie would never humor the thought of harming a single hair on him.

"Hmm… I just had a thought… what if my increased magical skills can make it more possible to break the curse?"

With that question, both Moxxie and Millie looked at each other with worried expressions. None of them had considered the possibilities made accessible with the newfound power of their young ward. Millie, of course, was stressing the most the more she thought about Lincoln returning to the world above and out of their lives. But of course, Millie didn't declare herself Lincoln's mother simply for her strong overprotectiveness of her precious child.

Jumping up on a chair, she held Lincoln's cheeks gently to face her as she smiled tenderly. "You've done so much since you got down here, and you're still growing to be even more than you are. I believe you can break your curse in no time."

"We both do," Moxxie supported, holding his wife close as he also smiled at Lincoln tenderly.

Lincoln only just realized the impact of his question as he saw the expressions on his coworkers' faces. Millie had always shown great unconditional love towards him like a real parent. Considering how Lincoln was receiving more undivided attention from her alone in the short time he'd spent in Hell than he did from his biological parents for his entire life, Lincoln would die as the worst liar in history if he said that Millie wasn't someone he'd consider a fantastic mother figure. As for Moxxie, unlike Millie, he hadn't taken it upon himself to passionately declare himself Lincoln's father. Despite his insistence on maintaining professionalism as a considerate coworker, the amount of love, care, and respect from Moxxie had unintentionally filled that void of a paternal figure in Lincoln's life. In fact, Lincoln felt that any child would be lucky to call someone like Moxxie "father."

"You guys…" Lincoln trailed off, starting to feel the overwhelming emotions.

"WHAT'S UP, FAM?!" shouted Blitzø as he kicked open the office door, ruining the tender moment. "Anyone seen that package with all the nasty toys from Lust?!"

"Blitzø, are you really here looking for… that?" groaned Lincoln.

"Come the fuck on, intern, my ass hasn't been busy murdering!" snarled Blitzø. "Only thing I can do is kill some time in my office if I'm not out there riding a bitch ass-first into the nearest shithole in this pit of losers! Intern, make sure we pack a saddle for our next mission!"

"Unfortunately, these past couple days have been slow," Moxxie pointed out.

"Who gives a shit?" griped Loona, texting and browsing on her phone. "If our client's a dude, he'll drool at me then ask us to kill his wife or the bastard who fucked his wife. If it's a bitch, she'll drool at Lincoln and ask us to kill her husband or the bitch he was cheating on. It's the same shit over and over."

"Lots of infidelity lately," remarked Lincoln, rubbing his chin in perplexity. "Makes me wonder how Lori and Bobby make their long-distance relationship work so well."

"Either of them any good at sex?" asked Blitzø, to Lincoln's disgust and anger. "What? That's pretty much what all teenagers and young adults go for before breaking up."

"Speaking from experience, sir?" Moxxie asked sarcastically before facepalming. "I regret asking already."

"Fuck yeah! Always ditched the ones who could only take half my dick and stuck around a little longer with the ones who could go balls deep!" Blitzø boasted proudly.

"Like your boyfriend?" asked Millie teasingly.

"Mills, I am not above hitting a female in front of her baby boy."

Feeling like he was too young for this conversation, Lincoln quickly and quietly stepped away to gather his own thoughts, especially when he had a lot to think about from the prior conversation. He was surprised, though, when he found Loona joining him, although was trying her best to keep her wagging tail clenched between her thighs.

"So… you still touchy about sex?"

"I feel like I got a whole lot to learn, but I'm so afraid of what I'm gonna be learning, and this transformation is forcing me to learn. I feel like I'm caught between a rock and a hard place."

"… you're just asking for innuendos with that statement," said Loona.

"Great, more things to learn about that," said Lincoln. "Now I'm afraid of the jokes Luan will come up with when she grows up." Turning to Loona, he could see that while she was doing a decent job hiding her frustrations, she was still struggling to keep her wagging tail under control. "And I'm making things more awkward between us. You know you can tell me if I'm making this happen again, right?"

"I'm trying to build up resistance," Loona tried to reassure through gritted teeth. "Fuck, why is this happening? You're not hungry already, are you?"

"No, I'm feeling fine right now."

Loona was confused for a moment before having an epiphany. "Of fucking course! Verosika and her crew are still working in this building!"

"Wait, if their lust auras are affecting you right now, then why aren't Moxxie and Millie—?"

"No!" interrupted a horrified Loona. "Don't ever finish that! I just got over a hangover after 5 bottles and it still wasn't enough to forget what I saw!"

"Sorry!" yelped an apologetic Lincoln.

"No… you're fine. I'm guessing it's cause Blitzø is killing their boner. Well, the bitch's boner." Never let it be said by anyone that Loona would pass up any opportunity to diss Moxxie and Millie, particularly the former. Like father, like daughter, it would seem.

"Well, at least that thought kinda made you forget about the lust aura," commented Lincoln before realizing his mistake. "I shouldn't have said anything about that."

Loona looked down on her tail, which had stopped wagging for a moment during her moment of horror, but now resumed wagging once more. "Oh, come the fuck on!"

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PRIDE RING, Verosika's Studio

Both Milky and Kiki, two members of Verosika's posse, stood on a stool as they were doing their makeup in front of a wall mirror. Behind them, they could hear Coco and Apple fooling around in a make-out session. On the other side of the studio, Josh and Ace were also making out. Vortex remained outside the doors to the studio, punching the lights out of any fan who attempted to break in, such as one who tried to pose as a producer.

Verosika had landed a gig in Tokyo, Japan, much to her and her crew's delight, and their last member, Kat, was left to sweeten the deal with the producers. To add to her fortune, she had discovered that the target of her affection had undergone a transformation that opened the door to so many possibilities for her and her girls to indulge in many forms of debauchery.

Taking another deep breath through her nose, Verosika exhaled, "Mmmm… still ripe."

"Our plan still in motion?" asked Milky.

"Of course," answered Verosika, who was writing lyrics for a new song for after her new gig. She turned to the side and saw a large horse figurine, an integral piece of said plan. The plan was simple: use the horse figurine to lure her shitty ex-boyfriend away from the building, then use their combined powers to emanate a large amount of lust aura so that her ex's employees would be affected. The two other imps would fuck like rabbits in heat while the hellhound would start humping a couch or, better yet, Lincoln himself. That would be plenty of time to seduce Lincoln and then perhaps entice him to join their crew permanently for some more thrills. After all, her business would be far safer and more luxurious than anything her ex's company could provide, so there's no way Lincoln would pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

'Well, not once-in-a-lifetime,' thought Verosika. 'I've got plenty of other offers for him.'

"You want that hellhound to join, too?" giggled Kiki. "You're soooo devious, I love it! I call dibs on her tongue!"

"Patience, all will come in due time," Verosika chastised playfully. "Now where's Kat? He should be back by now with our new contract."

"Beats me," said Josh. "He doesn't usually take long getting them off."

"Maybe he's got a good partner to play with," joked Ace. "Those Japanese producers are probably way kinkier than we thought."

"Still pissed about the last time we went there," growled Coco, holding Apple closer.

"Babe, I was fine," said Apple, patting her girlfriend's thighs. "You didn't need to bite their balls off when they offered a gangbang."

"Now that I wish I didn't miss," said Milky, smacking her lips at her reflection once she finished her makeup.

*SLAM*

"V! UNHOLY SHIT!" shouted Kat.

Everyone turned to the studio door that was slammed open to see Vortex supporting a sagging Kat, who looked like he had gone through double Hell and back. Everyone in the studio noticed with shock and horror that Kat's clothes were tattered while his body sported numerous bruises, as well as a black eye and a cut lip. They also noticed his right leg was bent at an unnatural angle, hence Vortex supporting him upright, and his right hand clutching a poster.

"Sweet sister Sadie, what happened?!" exclaimed Kiki.

Vortex led Kat to a nearby couch to lay him down before taking a sniff. "Smells like he was assaulted up top."

"Like… were the producers really into BDSM or…" Ace trailed off while Verosika yanked the poster from Kat's hand.

After scanning the poster, Verosika scowled in fury. "No fucking way…"

"What is it?" asked Josh.

Turning the poster to the others, Verosika answered, "Not only was Kat turned down, but we've been replaced! And whoever did this to him is probably behind us losing that stage in Tokyo!"

"What?!" shouted an outraged Apple. "Then let's go there and teach those fuckers a lesson!"

"Wait, hold on!" Vortex called out. Taking a few more whiffs, he then said to the others, "I'm smelling a trace of demon magic. V, whoever did this to him is being supplied by some bigwig down here."

"Shit!" cursed Verosika, biting her thumb as she took another look at the poster.

The poster was advertising a group of cutesy-looking Japanese pop idols with a ridiculous name: The Wild Owlets. They all sported pink short-sleeved blouses with white feathers on the brim of their sleeves and collars, along with white-feathered skirts and pink boots adorned with some more white feathers.

As for each of the members, one of them had red hair cut into a feminine pompadour like a crest while she sported a stern expression, indicating that she's the delinquent type. Another one had green hair in a curly curtain over one eye, making her the moody one. Another had yellow hair in a big and puffy afro with a few white feathers, which combined with her wink and tongue stuck out showed that she was the goofy one. Idol number four had blue hair with a pair of buns and bangs almost covering her eyes, conveying innocence. And the last one had pink hair in a bob while giving a cute smile, indicating she's the leader of the group.

To add insult to injury, all of them were jumping in the air with a group high-five in a freeze frame, as if boasting their ultimate victory against Verosika and her crew.

"We lost our place to copy-paste idols who look like a token group?!" snapped Kiki. "Doesn't Japan have enough of those?! Wait, what am I saying? Boy bands in the States are more repetitive since the Beatles."

"They practically declared war," hissed Verosika. She didn't think she could be more outraged than losing to her ex in the Spring break bet.

"But we still got a problem," Milky pointed out. "They're backed up by powerful demons, so we can't do shit to them even if we tried."

Verosika was at her wit's end as the situation was turning more hopeless and insulting. Today had started off so well and in one fell swoop, everything started going to shit. She lost a really good gig, one of her crew members was horribly assaulted, and now she had nothing to show for to Lincoln—

Verosika suddenly snapped upright. She turned to the giant horse statue and then to the studio entrance door as the gears started turning in her head. After a moment of deep contemplation, she grew a devious smile as she thought up of another plan.

"Girls, do return that stupid horse statue. I've got another idea, one that involves another demon magic user. Right. Next. Door."

Her fellow succubi giggled, especially since they got a good look at Lincoln's new body from Verosika's snapped photos and spotting him at the market square in Imp City.

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PRIDE RING, Lincoln's Room

"Note to self: move out of the linen closet once I hit my growth spurt," noted Lincoln, groaning as his feet touched the ground from the end of his bed that was now too small for him. "Either that or move to the attic with all the, ugh… possums and raccoons."

"Dude, maybe you should've gotten a bigger bed when we went to go buy shit for you," said Loona as she opened his door.

"I don't think any of us expected me suddenly growing a few feet taller. Also, I'm gonna be turning back to normal, so a bigger bed would take too much room here. Ow… my back is killing me."

"Well, that's what happens when you wear a suit over your wings."

"Oh right, I forgot about those," said Lincoln, unsettled by the new unfamiliar feeling on his back as he flexed new muscles to move his wings and tail.

"Just saying, get yourself some proper clothes for your new bod," suggested Loona.

"I'm not wearing any of those risqué outfits," said Lincoln adamantly.

"This coming from the kid who reads comics in his undies?" sassed Loona with a teasing smirk.

"Is anyone ever gonna let that go?! I told you all not to barge in!"

"You've known Blitzø for how long now?"

"… Point taken. I think I must've spent more than half that whole day getting him off my back about that," reminisced Lincoln, yet another memory supporting his desire to work on a memory spell.

"Yeah, that was too much, even for me. He really wanted to make you out as a pervert. Remind me to convince your mommy to get you boxers," quipped Loona.

"Hey, briefs are comfy," retorted Lincoln. "Anywho, any reason you're here?"

"Still trying to… build up resistance," Loona confessed, but grunted as she looked at her still-wagging tail.

"Still a work in process, I see," chuckled Lincoln sheepishly.

"Ugh, I figured I needed to build up tolerance since Blitzø's about 90 percent dick and the two dipshits shag every night. It doesn't help that we're working right next door to Blitzø's ex."

"Yeah, it's a good thing they haven't seen me yet," said Lincoln, although he might've felt a shred of desire to see the popstar again.

"That's because we made that whore regret meeting me more than usual!" cheered Blitzø as he barged in. "Now get your asses moving, we got a company meeting! Another client just called in!"

"Blitzø, could you at least knock?!" complained Lincoln.

"Maybe when you start paying rent!" rebutted Blitzø smarmily.

"Alright, fine, I'm coming," sighed Lincoln as he got up.

"That's the spirit, Captain Underpants!" cheered Blitzø, much to Lincoln's chagrin.

As Blitzø, Lincoln, and Loona made their way into the company's meeting room, Millie spotted them and stopped Lincoln in place before anyone could enter.

"Hold up, hon!" Millie ordered. "I got a surprise for you!" Leaping up to her adopted child's shoulders, Millie immediately went to work, starting with grooming his hair into a quaff, then shoving him back a bit. With barely half a second to yelp, Lincoln was caught by utter surprise when Millie stripped him to his underwear in one movement. Loona stood paralyzed while fighting back a furious blush at the sight of Lincoln's exposed fit torso, Moxxie was stammering to come up with words to interfere, and Blitzø was silently laughing, though he too bore a slight blush if one looked close enough.

Just as fast as she stripped Lincoln, Millie managed to dress Lincoln up in a pair of black, pinstripe dress pants, white and black two-toned shoes, an orange blouse, and a gray double-breasted vest with a black tie.

"Now ain't that a handsome devil?!" questioned Millie, appreciating her handiwork.

Lincoln let out a whistle as he observed himself. "This is… actually pretty good. I wonder how Leni would think of this."

"Did you not have faith in your Ma, honey?!" Millie playfully asked.

"You even got proper holes for the wings and tail," noted Lincoln as he felt relief at his wings and tail move without restriction. It was still weird for him to feel the additional appendages.

"Um… sweetie, did you buy this?" asked Moxxie, nervous at the possible answer. "It looks quite… beyond our paygrade."

"Yeah, Mills, where'd you get the dough?" asked Blitzø. "Did you shank any nouveau riche around town? Fucking left testicle of Ozzie, woman, I told you to invite me to that."

"Oh, come on now, I've been practicing some sewing from those Voxtube videos," explained Millie, slightly offended.

"Oh, thank Satan!" exhaled Lincoln and Moxxie in relief.

The team made their way to the company meeting room with Blitzø in the lead. "Alright, cunts! Let's hear all the nasty details! How many do you want dead?! Did they touch you right or wrong?! I mean, surely, they must've touched you wrong to get you here, but we know how other kinds of poking around can—"

"Are you always this obnoxious?" interrupted a familiar voice, squashing Blitzø's cheerful mood.

"VEROSIKA?!" exclaimed Blitzø before he backpedaled to block the door and keep his employees from entering. "The fuck are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be getting your holes pumped or are you confusing my dick with your last flask of Beelzejuice?!"

"Also, how'd you get in here without us noticing?!" interjected Moxxie.

"When you were talking about Lincy's suit," Verosika answered simply before licking her lips sultrily as she turned her attention to the man himself. "Which I gotta say, niiiice~."

"Bah… bah… bah…" stammered Lincoln, his stomach sinking lower than it ever had; perhaps even more than it had when he encountered Ms. DiMartino.

"Stay back, you floozy!" snapped Millie. "This boy here's a proper gentleman!"

"And one of my kin now," reminded Verosika.

"Fuck…" grunted Loona, baring her fangs. "What do you want? If it's Lincoln, then you can fuck right off!"

Everyone turned to her in surprise, especially Lincoln and Verosika. When Lincoln first saw Verosika, Loona was over the moon at seeing her and stressing about her appearance to a famous popstar. Even after the spring break debacle, Loona still held a high opinion of her, from having her songs in her playlists and reading magazines with her on the cover. But now? She was treating her with perhaps even more hostility than she'd ever shown to Moxxie while holding Lincoln close to her.

Verosika was probably noticing the same oddity, but whereas Lincoln was bewildered at Loona's behavior, Verosika was more amused than insulted. "Believe it or not, I'm actually not here for Lincoln right now," she explained, taking off her sunglasses and sliding them between her breasts. She smirked in delight as she saw the team take defensive stances while the target of her affection grew more flushed. "I've actually come to hire you all."

"Right, and my dick's under 8 inches, bitch!" scoffed Blitzø with a glare. "I may have been stupid enough to slam all your holes, but I ain't stupid enough to believe you're here to have us kill some fucker who isn't my sexy red ass!"

"Oh, please, yours wasn't the biggest," rebuked Verosika, returning her ex's glare.

"ALRIGHT! THAT'S TITTY-FUCKING IT!" roared Blitzø, stomping towards Verosika. "You and me, bitch! A duel at sunset and—"

"BLITZØ!" screamed Lincoln. "Let's actually try to find out what's going on here before you do something stupid again! Like, you know, betting me?!"

"Intern, you are property of the company and as such—"

"BLITZØ!" screeched Millie.

"Ugh, fine…" conceded Blitzø, hopping back down to take a seat, still glaring at the succubus.

"So… what brings you here?" asked Lincoln cordially as everyone took a seat, with Loona taking one right next to Lincoln and growling lowly.

"I actually do have a job for you," stated Verosika. "There's a group of humans keeping my crew and I from performing live in Tokyo. Even worse, they attacked one of my own." Blitzø snickered at the prospect of a human kicking a succubus or incubus's ass, but Verosika ignored him and continued, "The real kicker is that they have access to demon magic."

With that, I.M.P. was stunned by this revelation. In fact, this immediately brought back memories to the demonic members of the company of when they were hired by a sinner to kill a certain teacher who had been preying on innocent children to sacrifice them for a demonic ritual to keep his youth. Lincoln especially started remembering every second of that day like it was yesterday, to which he almost stopped breathing as he remained paralyzed in fear.

"Lincy, are you okay?" asked a concerned Verosika. She knew this crucial detail would shock the team, but Lincoln's reaction was far greater than she had anticipated.

"Uh-uh… y-yeah… yeah, I'm fine," sputtered Lincoln, struggling to regain composure. "A-anyways, you were s-saying that humans with demon magic screwed you over and you want revenge?"

Everyone else in the room were obviously alarmed at Lincoln's anxiety, but none knew how to address his personal issues and continue the business negotiation at the same time. Instead, they felt that they had to oblige Lincoln's efforts to continue like nothing happened in order to help him save face; Moxxie and Millie, however, agreed to table this conversation for later.

"Okay, you cum-gargling whore," continued Blitzø. "We do contracts for sinners, not locals."

"Except for that one-time gig as bodyguards," chimed in Lincoln, too honest for his own good. "Heck, there were even some imps we hired during that spring break half price deal you advertised."

"Did everyone choose today to fuck me in the ass without actually fucking my ass?!" snapped Blitzø.

"But aren't you curious? If there are humans using demon magic, that'd be something worth looking into. I could either use it to help this company or help break my curse."

Verosika chuckled deeply before addressing to Lincoln, "You have quite the mind, but you should probably not say these things out loud in front of popular demons like me."

"Oh! Uh…"

"Hmhmhm, it's alright," giggled Verosika. "I don't care if you take from them. Just so long as those bastards are dead and we get our spot back."

"Excuse me, Miss Mayday," Moxxie cut in. "What guarantee do we have that this isn't some sort of trap?"

"Good thinking, Mox!" complimented Blitzø. "Good thing that brain of yours is big enough to compensate for your baby dick!"

Seething, Moxxie continued, "You don't seem the least bit surprised of Lincoln's new condition right now, so it leads us to believe you saw him earlier. His transformation has to be the reason you're here."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything… he doesn't want me to," Verosika cooed, winking at Lincoln. Lincoln grew flustered and tongue-tied once more, to which Loona held him close once more while growling louder at Verosika.

While still glowering at the popstar, Moxxie continued, "Miss Mayday, if we were to take your words at face value, why hire us to take down humans with high-class demonic magic?"

"You've got an expert with you," answered Verosika.

"Well… I'm still learning," clarified Lincoln. "Wouldn't it be better if you were to get an actual expert like, say, your boss?"

"Asmodeus's schedule is booked for the next two weeks, which won't be enough time to land that Tokyo gig. And if I were to ask any other demonic mages for favors, I'd practically be giving a wolf my leg and expect it to not ask for an arm as well, so there's no way in all the circles of this shithole I'm asking any of them for help. Besides, your team is cheaper and can kill the worst kind of human scumbags," seethed Verosika.

"Your last five hookups?" Blitzø cut in.

"A guy who doesn't aim when peeing?" asked Millie.

"Children with too much parental support yet no desire to take responsibility for their actions or duties?" snarked Moxxie, glaring at Loona.

"Internet losers who want to show girls their kinks?" Loona growled bitterly, taking a side glace at the readers.

"Um… politicians?" Lincoln answered honestly.

"No… well, actually, you're right with the last one," Verosika conceded. "Second worst, then: entertainment businessmen. I'm talking about the kind who look for pretty faces with decent voices, give them a total makeover, and enslave them to a role. Either that or snag a group of marketable pretty boys who sell themselves for easy girls and cash without a second thought."

"What about SMOOCH?" asked Lincoln, receiving perplexed looks from everyone else. "What? I'm still technically in their target demographic."

"Heh, believe it or not, they're one of the few good ones who put effort in their music," Verosika admitted. "Hell, even that Swagger guy is another good one."

"So we're going to go up against a talent agency using demonic magic provided by a high-ranking demon," Moxxie summarized skeptically.

"Yes, and another reason why Asmodeus can't interfere directly is because we still don't know who this high-ranking demon is," added Verosika, who was texting on her phone. "All the succubi and incubi who have a job in the sex industry answer to him, and even he has no clue who's behind this, which means someone's muscling in on his turf by proxy. That's where you all fit into the picture. You find out who's behind this and get rid of them." Verosika looked at her phone as she received a text notification. "I'll pay you handsomely. I just got the okay from my boss and he doesn't mind footing the bill." With that, Verosika wrote on her checkbook, ripped out one of the checks, folded it into a mini-paper airplane, and threw it, which flew straight into Blitzø's face. "Feel free to add another zero, if you must."

"Bitch, I'm not so easily bought—" started Blitzø before his eyes bulged wide open and jaw fell to the floor. Clearing his throat, he addressed Verosika with the utmost professionalism, "So, do you want a head as a souvenir? We can discuss additional services with this price."

"Holy shit, that's gotta be some money if he shut up like that," remarked a flabbergasted Loona.

"I'll be seeing you later, then. Ta-ta," said Verosika, getting up. Everyone else also got up, slightly defensive, with Loona stepping forward to try to get in front of Lincoln… only for both of them to fall to the floor.

"Owww…" groaned Lincoln, dazed. "What tripped me?"

"My, my, how cute…" said Verosika, looking down at him with an amused grin and holding a hand to her mouth. "Seems like you got another admirer." Verosika pointed to behind them. To Lincoln and Loona's horror, they saw both of their tails intertwined, sending the hellhound into a panic.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" cursed Loona frantically, trying to pull her tail out of the entanglement.

"Don't hold back, cutie. He is quite the catch, hmhmhm…"

"Now you all see why I dumped that sack of fuck-holes?" Blitzø asked rhetorically before grabbing both his intern and adopted daughter to pull them apart. "Sweetie, if the intern tries any of his fancy incubus charm on you again, tell daddy and I will personally hunt him down no matter where he's at AND THEN I'LL—"

"You'll what, boss?!" asked Millie far too enthusiastically with an even wider smile on her face. Blitzø froze in fear, sweating bullets as he could practically feel her singlehandedly hefting a halberd over her shoulder. "Please, do go on."

"Uh… I'll, uh…" stammered Blitzø before helping Lincoln up to his feet and dusting him with a nervous smile. "I'll… have a very stern talking to about how to behave around a lady?"

"I love that woman…" whispered Moxxie, blushing while his tail formed the shape of a heart.

---

TOKYO, JAPAN, Wild Owlets Talent Agency

Cities as large as Tokyo shone the brightest in the world with its bright neon lights to entice as many people as possible like an angler fish, an apt metaphor as the lights also serve to cover the tracks of the seedier and shadier corners of the city. It is the criminal underworld that lurks in these corners, yet ironically stand out in the open, for the best hiding spot for powerful forces is in plain sight. One such aspect of the criminal underworld hiding in the open is Akimoto Tower, a bright towering building with an old-fashioned garden with sandy fields on the rooftop, along with bamboo extending to the skies, and a small temple. However, unlike the usual temples of Japan where people pay tribute to the spirits of folklore, this temple belonged to demons of another realm.

A massively imposing Japanese man approached the temple, followed by five female figures. The man stood at seven feet with muscles over muscles, a head balder than a cue ball, fingers nearly as thick as a Japanese soda can, black lock beard, beady eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, and a cigar dangling from his mouth. It was very clear that this man commanded power and authority, especially when combined with his choice of attire consisting of a purple double-breasted suit with a black shirt, brown loafers, and a mustard-colored tie. In Japan, one could easily and correctly assume this man is a yakuza, or gokudō in the native terms.

"[Sakura, Akane, Aoi, Midori, Kiki… are you all ready?]" the yakuza addressed to the girls in his native language.

"[Yes, boss]," answered Sakura, the pink-haired member.

"[Ugh, must we report to her?]" complained Akane, the red-haired member. "[Can't we just have you tell her we're doing good?]"

"[She's also scary]," Aoi, the blue-haired member, timidly added.

"[It's also a drag just listening to her ramble on and on]," grunted Midori, the green-haired member.

"[But it's fun getting some of that juice!]" asserted Kiki, the blond-haired member.

"[Remember, girls]," said the bald man sternly. "[All of you can be replaced with merely a few words. I can easily recruit other more compliant girls off the streets, just as I did with you five.]"

All five girls flinched slightly, then remained silent as the man turned back to the temple. He opened the temple to reveal a circular sigil with a strange symbol in the middle while the outer circle spelled STELLA. In front of the temple, there was a large bowl next to a stool and a katana. The man snapped his fingers, which prompted several other men in suits to drag in a paling businessman.

"[Wait, please! Just give me another chance!]" blubbered the businessman, his sweat and tears rolling down his face. "[I'll pay you back! I promise!]"

Ignoring the man's plea, the yakuza boss unsheathed the katana, throwing the sheath to the side. His men pushed the businessman face down, slamming his head on the stool with the bowl under it. The poor soul was screaming and crying for his life as the yakuza held the katana up high to the sky before swiftly bringing it down, decapitating the businessman in an instant.

The girls winced, some of them fighting the urge to vomit as blood splattered all over with most of it spilling into the bowl. Once the bowl was filled with a certain amount of blood, the temple glowed brightly until a dazzling ball of energy formed and floated up to eye level. The glistening ball dimmed on the inside, creating something akin to a window, where they all saw a figure take form inside. Once the picture cleared, they all saw the figure, who resembled a white anthropomorphic avian with piercing, glowing red eyes, wearing a dress as white as her feathers.

"Go," addressed the figure with a displeased tone. "I thought I told you to not contact me at this hour." She was speaking English, yet it appears some magic was at play, as the Japanese-speakers were able to fully understand the figure.

"[My apologies, Lady Stella]," cordially responded the yakuza called Go, swinging his katana to the side to flick some blood off of it. "[But we require more of the demonic blood you provided for the girls to keep up their charm. As it turns out, the performance is attracting far more fans, both domestic and foreign. Furthermore, we're anticipating additional troubles from the popstar, Verosika Mayday.]"

"Hmm, very well then," huffed Stella, who then punctured one of her fingers and held it over a vial. A few drops of her blood poured into the vial before she handed it to Go through the magic window. "Are there any other setbacks you need to address with me? Or do I need to remind you of your simple duty in spreading my sigil if you wish for my aid?"

Go tossed the vial behind him to the five idols, whose eyes widened before they all lunged at the vial at the same time, fighting over its contents like wild dogs. "[I require a few additional weapons for some of the professionals I managed to contact.]" Go looked at the katana he was holding before continuing, "[This blade doesn't lose its edge nor crack no matter how many times it is used. It is a magnificent weapon, and I believe that other weapons of similar caliber must be shared amongst my men if we are to be successful, not only in protecting the girls for their performance, but also to continue spreading your influence to the rest of the country.]"

Clenching her teeth, Stella glared at Go, hoping to intimidate him into retracting his request, but alas, Go was as resilient as they came. "Fine. You will receive a new shipment soon. I trust that you will continue spreading my influence across the human realm. After all, if your concert fails, your stay in Hell will be worse than a common sinner's."

"[Worry not, milady, we'll have that covered]," stated Go. With the magic window dissipating, Go turned to the idols. "[I hope you girls are ready.]"

All the girls stood up, licking their lips as the now-empty vial rolled across the ground. The girls then glowed with dark red energy as they smiled in ecstasy.

"[Ooooohhh, now that's good]," Kiki moaned, groping her own breasts.

"[Yeah, it almost makes up for all the bullshit with those fans launching themselves at us]," snickered Midori.

"[Still, I could go for another cozy rendezvous with them]," Aoi giggled darkly. "[The last five were so cute with their whimpering.]"

"[Fuck, I could use more blood now!]" Akane growled excitedly, cracking her knuckles. "[Come on, let's get those suckers pumped!]"

Sakura turned to Go with half-lidded eyes, "[And what do we do about Verosika? She'll be pissed and storm in on our turf.]"

"That's what the weapons are for," answered Go, looking at his katana, which glowed brightly to the point where one might call it… heavenly.

---

TOKYO, JAPAN, Kamurocho District

"*sniff sniff* It smells like urine, desperation, decadence, regretful life choices, and a whole slew of other shit no jerk-off sessions can solve," Blitzø stated with a somber expression before smiling. "My kind of place," finished Blitzø, impressed.

The team managed to portal to Earth, specifically in an alleyway of the district where the concert was to be held. Creating a mirror spell, Lincoln cast another spell to give himself a human disguise, just as Loona did. Lincoln almost did a double take as he soaked in his new human form, for he almost looked like how he imagined he would as an adult.

To the side, a surprisingly meek Loona blushed at the sight of Lincoln's human disguise. She remembered how Lincoln had earnestly complimented her look without any hint of lecherous intent, which made her bashful. She wondered if this was how he felt. Loona had subconsciously stepped closer to Lincoln, an action that Blitzø would've stepped in and chastised Lincoln for, but Millie had brought her favorite daggers with her.

Lincoln looked at his surrounding and saw the bright neon lights covering the city, beguiling him. It was like what he saw at the market square in Imp City, except tenfold, for he saw numerous businesses jam-packed into a single building that stood three or four stories, and these buildings were numerous, lining down the streets. From mini-restaurants, to chain stores, to cafés, to arcades, this city practically had everything.

"Man, I wish I could've come here with Clyde," Lincoln commented to the readers somberly. "Maybe we can make a beeline to the arcade on another day."

"You three not letting Lincoln help you get a proper disguise?" Loona asked the imps.

"Oh please, like you can improve on perfection," boasted Blitzø, wearing a black long wig with twin buns, pink glasses, and a purple dress skirt with a giant bow on the back.

"Besides, we don't wanna overwork Lincoln," said Millie, wearing a brown fedora and business suit that was typical for males. "And I think I rock this look."

"I think you make anything look good, Millie," complimented Moxxie, wearing a blue schoolgirl blouse and skirt with large fake twin hair buns.

"Gugh, let's get a move on before I die of pancreatic cancer from them," griped Blitzø. "Now what's the plan, intern? Does it involve the horse saddle?"

"The answer's the same as it was before: it depends on if it's needed," said Lincoln before turning to the audience. "For so many of our missions, I usually come up with a plan, but when things start going wrong, then it's nothing but improv. So chances are we might actually need that horse saddle." Lincoln then pulled out a mini-map to orient himself. "Verosika said to meet her at Hotel New Deborah, located at the north end of Theater Square, then we'll make our way to the Millennium Tower. Once we're in, the plan is to tail the Owlets agents, find their leader, and let you guys… do the job."

"And we get extra money for popping those pop idols, right?" Blitzø eagerly asked.

"We don't need to attract unnecessary attention," chastised Lincoln. "We're gonna start enough of an uproar by killing the talent agency leader alone, we don't need to drag innocent people who didn't have a choice into this."

"Pfft, innocent, he says," snarked Blitzø. "You expect those dolled-up girls in show biz to not be bloodsucking harpies? The kind of milking Verosika does is no different from human celebrities. I mean, hello? These talent agencies actually let in an actual demon just to attract horny teenagers and college frat morons desperate to stick anything into a hole."

"Let's just get going," said Lincoln, still feeling too young for a conversation like this.

Just as the team moved along, they were cut off by some Japanese men who blocked their path rather menacingly. "[Hey, some foreigners…]"

"What's this?" asked a confused Blitzø. "The welcoming committee or more of Verosika's groupies?"

"Give me a second," said Lincoln, turning back to his team and outlining a small circle with his finger. Soon, the space that Lincoln traced glowed with a red light, which split into five balls of light that shot towards each of the team's throats. "Alright, let's try it now…"

Lincoln turned back to the Japanese men, who called out to them in clear English, "Hey, who do you think you are rolling around the streets without paying the toll?"

"A universal translation spell?" surmised an impressed Moxxie. "Nice one, Lincoln."

"Yeah, and this had to be the bad news," grumbled Lincoln before addressing the punks. "Do you mind letting us go? We're short on cash."

"No way, you foreigners always have good stuff on you…" one of them said, then ogled Loona, "…and good women."

"Fuck off, you cum buckets!" snarled Loona.

"Ooh, feisty, I like you," the leader jeered. "You look new here. Come hang with us. We can give you the grand tour, if you catch my drift."

"Alright, that's it!" snapped Blitzø, reaching for his hidden flintlock. "You asshats are worm shit in three seconds or my name isn't—!"

"Blitzø, wait!" interrupted Lincoln, holding Blitzø's arm to stop him from pulling out his gun. "I did my research and things work differently here. If we use a gun, we're gonna get in so much more trouble. Besides, let me at them." Lincoln turned to the punks before taking a fighting stance.

"Wait, are you shitting on my dick now?! Trying to steal my thunder at being daddy of the fucking century?!"

"Please, let me do this," Lincoln begged. "I really don't like how they talked to Loona either."

"That's my boy!" applauded Millie, jumping in place in excitement. If Loona wasn't in her human disguise, her tail would've been wagging faster than it had before.

"Don't get cocky, damn tourist!" shouted the leader of the punks before charging at Lincoln with a wide hook. At the last moment, Lincoln grabbed the leader's wrist, swerved underneath the punch to get behind him, redirected the leader's momentum a full 180, and violently kicked his shin to trip him up before falling down hard on the asphalt.

The other two punks flinched back in shock before one of them pulled out a switchblade and charged at Lincoln. Just as with the leader, Lincoln waited for the last moment before making his move, in which he redirected the punk's momentum to his left, Lincoln's right, almost tripping as he didn't anticipate being forced to miss his target by a hair. Before the punk could turn around, Lincoln kicked the punk behind the right knee, forcing him to kneel and placing his head at the right elevation for Lincoln to punch him in the face. Disoriented, the punk could do nothing as Lincoln grabbed him by his back collar and roughly pulled him back so hard and fast that he was spun around several times like a dance partner; so fast was this movement that the others swore that both Lincoln and the punk turned into a blur. The spinning was stopped by Lincoln right as he held the punk by the left arm in an arm lock, in which Lincoln twisted his upper torso to place painful pressure on the punk's arm.

The last punk contemplated running for his life, but the kind of shitbags this city breeds tend to create a level of stubbornness that even Blitzø could admire. Instead, he quickly wore his brass knuckles and charged at the snow-white-haired foreigner in a last-ditch effort to save his buddy. However, this allowed Lincoln to swing his current victim right into the charging punk, knocking him to the ground. Quickly noticing the leader of the punk getting up, Lincoln swung his victim the other way and flipped him, in which the punk's feet came swinging down on the rising leader's head, completely knocking them both out as the punk fell.

Now was the time for the last punk to run away while he still had the energy and consciousness. However, Lincoln had spent enough time in Hell to adopt a slightly less merciful mindset, as he opted to finish him off with a very powerful flying overhead kick as the last punk got up. He perfectly landed the kick to the punk's head, knocking him out like his two friends as Lincoln landed on his feet, completing it with a stylish fighting pose.

The rest of I.M.P. stood there in shocked silence as they had witnessed their youngest and newest member pull off moves none of them had ever seen from him. Even Millie couldn't remember ever teaching Lincoln anything he had demonstrated just now. Of course, that didn't stop her from breaking the silence first to express her pride.

"EEEE! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT, BABY BOY!" Millie applauded, not caring that she was drawing attention from passerby, to which Moxxie tried to physically restrain her.

"Well, look at you, buster!" called an impressed Blitzø, playfully slugging Lincoln's arm. "Taking the initiative to do the dirty work and keeping daddy's girl safe. I'll have to triple your salary for this!"

"… are you that desperate for a reaction out of me?" sighed an annoyed Lincoln.

"I'm a man of few pleasures!" Blitzø retorted hotly, pouting as he crossed his arms like a petulant child. He then decided to pickpocket a punk for some compensation, pulling out a 10,000 and 5,000 yen note. "Fine, I'll help myself to some sake."

Loona looked as though she was in a trance as she stared at Lincoln. She was so focused on him that she was almost looking through him. Of course, with her focus solely on the grown intern, she lost her focus on the magic that kept her true features hidden, evident by her tail suddenly popping out of her human disguise to start wagging almost as fast as a fan.

'Shit!' cursed Loona, her face now flushed crimson. 'Why did he have to look so cool?!'

"Urrrrgh…" groaned the leader of the punk trio, laying on the ground in front of Loona. "On second thought… I ain't a fan of a badly-done mohawk…"

With that, Loona snapped out of her embarrassment and stomped on the leader's head before replying angrily, "It's an undercut, asshole!"

"This is gonna be a long mission," sighed Moxxie, hauling Millie on his shoulder, who was frozen with a happy expression.

---

PRIDE RING, Stella's Personal Studio

"Stop slouching so much!"

Just one of many screeching complaints of one Stella Goetia, but instead of it being directed at Stolas or the employees, it was at her daughter, Octavia.

"You could've let me dress more comfortably," muttered Octavia under her breath, disgusted by her navy-blue dress tailored similarly to her mother's and the crown on her head replacing her beanie, which she felt naked without.

"This is part of the family business," said Stella sternly with furrowed eyebrows. "Now it's time for you to learn how to act like a proper Goetia, unlike that cum-guzzling father of yours. We'll start easier with a project of mine by having you learn to subjugate your first mortal servant."

While Stolas was one of the faces of the Ars Goetia, Stella was also an important figure among demon royalty. She was simply tasked with producing a cautionary heir with a man she considered a real waste of space, but she yearned for more in the world of the sovereigns. In addition to maintaining their own businesses in Hell, high-class demons maintain or gain their wealth through their roles in the mortal world. Stolas controlled legions to pass down his knowledge in the arcane arts of the hellish variety, which typically consisted of plant or star-based themes. Stella intended to surpass that with a more direct approach in the mortal realm; or at least, as direct as demons can get while still maintaining secrecy.

"But dad didn't say I needed to—?"

"NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT MONGREL-SUCKING DISGRACING IN MY PRESENCE AGAIN!" snapped Stella loudly, scaring Octavia far worse than she could ever remember. "Now, we have business to attend to."

Having no other choice, Octavia followed, internally wishing that she was back at her father's and learning more magic spells with Lincoln. Whatever problems she may have with her father, especially his taste in partners, he didn't stress her out nearly as much as her mother did. This was especially helped in particular by her fellow student in magic, Lincoln Loud.

Thinking about him caused her feathers to ruffle once more, particularly the ones on her neck and close to her cheeks. She'd always been fond of Lincoln when he first started learning magic with her, but that was all very platonic, as he'd make the effort to treat her as a good friend and never asking for more in return. Furthermore, he had shown great talent in using hellish magic, which impressed her even more since he was a human child who has yet to hit puberty. However, him botching a growth spell that inadvertently transformed him into a sex demon had awoken a few things in Octavia she never knew she had. In fact, she'd couldn't remember at any point feeling any kind of sexual attraction towards any demon, no matter how attractive they were. Part of her wondered if the lust aura he exuded was a side effect of his transformation into a sex demon… or if she inherited a size difference kink from her father. Still, she could've been left with worse options.

Shaking her head clear of those thoughts, Octavia asked her mother, "So who will be my victim, then?"

"I believe the mortals call them some sort of acronym that translates to Suckers Idolizing Mediocre… something insignificant," stated Stella dismissively. "I couldn't care less, but they'll be extremely easy marks made far easier when a little plan of mine works smoothly."

"And where do I feature?" asked Octavia, though she could care even less than her mother.

"You stand by my side, talk like a proper noble, use the magic your useless father taught you, and ensnare them into a deal on your terms," answered Stella curtly. "It's not that hard to figure out, daughter."

"It's also my first time doing this, mother," retorted Octavia, glaring to her side without turning her head.

Before Stella could offer a rebuttal, a bright ball of light emanated in front of them, which then cleared to show a large imposing figure. "[Lady Stella]," the man greeted with a bow.

"Watch and learn," whispered Stella. "Go. I assume you've brought the sacrifice I required. Leave them here and be on your way. You will be paid accordingly."

"[Thank you. But we have another problem now]," Go stated, frowning a little more than usual. "[The popstar Verosika Mayday has called me for a meeting. But I can tell it's a trap. You mentioned she's a succubus, and we had assaulted one of her members. My sources also suggest that she's meeting with certain individuals, most likely hired hands from Hell. Which leads me to my question: how long until the shipments of the weapons you promised?]"

"I told you that you will receive them soon," answered Stella irritably. "Besides, you boasted your family being a hundred men strong and the most influential since your country neutered the criminal empire. Surely a mere succubus with no combat experience and her subordinates are not too much for you to handle?"

"[I have taken many risks to climb up to where I am now]," said Go. "[I am not afraid of facing my enemies if that's what you seem to be insinuating. I am merely indicating that if I were to fail my task, I would not be the one who has the most to be lost.]"

And there it was. For the majority of their interactions, Go had always been courteous and formal to Stella, but whenever the parties involved are of higher status, any exchanges become a competitive mind game of politics to gain some kind of leverage over the other through words alone. After all, in the shit pit that is the yakuza underworld, one doesn't simply climb its ladders without having committed heinous crimes and bearing opportunistic personalities. Additionally, the parties couldn't be any more similar yet opposite: one was born feeding from a silver spoon to this day while the other most likely worked his way up to the top from below the bottom, and one had a large pool of resources through name alone while the other had obtained his resources through physically and mentally strenuous acts; tis a true battle of the egos, one in which the ball is now in Stella's court.

Octavia may not have much experience negotiating with parasitic and cutthroat politicians, but she'd seen enough of the Goetia royalty to understand that one of the basic yet crucial strategy is to obtain information without providing the opponent any further advantages. As she heard Go state that Verosika possibly hired either bodyguards or hitmen, her mind raced at determining the possibilities, only to consider one that almost made her heart drop. Of course, as royalty, she'd been learning to try to maintain composure, so she didn't show her mother and her business partner her hand, thankfully. But she needed to act fast without giving either them any kind of ammo.

"You made yourself clear, Go, was it?" Octavia spoke up before her mother would escalate this conversation into a full-blown argument.

"[… Yes, and to whom do I owe the honor of speaking to?]" asked Go, looking at her as if dissecting her to try and understand how she functioned.

"Princess Octavia," she answered, trying her best not to be outwardly unsettled by Go's stare.

"[I am honored, Your Highness. I assume the sacrifice I'm providing is for you?]"

"I could care less about some dead weight who couldn't handle his money right. You mentioned that Verosika Mayday hired some assistance to actually strike at you?"

"[That I did, milady]," answered Go.

"If that is indeed the case, then I can provide additional weapons for you if you are willing to fulfill a condition for me."

"[Name your price.]"

"Capture them and bring them to me, alive," Octavia said firmly, her heart rapidly beating against her chest. "After all, I'd rather settle for an assassin hired by someone of Verosika's reputation as my first sacrifice. And I will not settle for anything less than their conscious, breathing, and intact bodies when you present them to me so that I can deal a proper punishment myself for this insolence. Do I make myself clear?"

"[Crystal clear]," Go nodded. If one looked very closely, one would've noticed a slight raise of his eyebrows as Octavia finished her demands, as if slightly surprised at how much bite she had in her bark.

"That's Lady Octavia, Go," she reminded steely.

"[Of course, Lady Octavia]," Go corrected himself with a bow. With that, the magic window closed, as Octavia let out a huge sigh of relief. This time, however, her mother smirked at her.

"Well, it seems you've been learning something useful after all."

"If there's nothing else to do now, then I can handle dealing with those fools by myself."

"See to it, then," said Stella as she turned and left the room.

Only when Octavia was sure she was alone in the room did she bury her face in her hands. "Lincoln, what did you get yourself into?"

Unfortunately, on the other side of the door, already walking with long, angry steps, Stella fumed, "Sometimes, a mother must be lenient to find out what to nip in the bud."

---

TOKYO, JAPAN, Kamurocho, Hotel New Deborah

"Bitch loves the attention," grumbled Blitzø, eating a cheese and spicy fish roe takoyaki he bought from a restaurant on the way to Theater Square, which he had paid for using the money he pickpocketed from any punks and thugs who tried their luck in picking a fight with his team. He and Millie weren't happy with the fact that they had to let their opponents live, but they didn't want to risk drawing too much attention in a country that worked differently from the one they were used to. They did take solace in that these fights were very common, which allowed them to release some of their frustrations on lowlifes, followed up by Blitzø taking delight in their failures as he did to homeless people.

As the team approached the district, they saw one particular hotel surrounded by a large crowd of people, some of them hopping to get a better look while others were snapping pictures with their phones. At the center of the crowd, near the entrance of the hotel, they saw a familiar hellhound in his human disguise, keeping the crowd at bay. He spotted I.M.P. as they approached, in which he expressed his surprise at seeing Lincoln post-transformation for the first time.

"Well… I knew you had a different look, but I didn't expect this."

"Trust me, I'm still adjusting to looking in a mirror," sighted Lincoln.

"Hey, girl," Vortex greeted Loona. "On another mission or on a hunt for an autograph?"

"Heh, yeah, just… just on a mission, yeah," Loona answered nervously. It was very clear that she was still awkward around him despite receiving the bombshell that he was in a relationship. Needless to say, with recent developments, Loona's response to her anxiety was to stick closer to Lincoln, something Vortex took notice of with an amused grin.

"You two should check out this place some more after you're done," suggested Vortex. "I think you'd have a lot of fun."

"Hopefully nothing too big if what we've seen so far are any indication," chortled Lincoln nervously while Loona blushed. The team had heard many talks of the red light district on the east side of town as they made their way here, which Lincoln felt was an added insult from the universe, given his current circumstance.

"Hey, big guy, where's your walking condom of a boss?" asked Blitzø impatiently. He was in quite the foul mood not only due to being near Verosika once more, but also from seeing his daughter grow increasingly uncomfortable after Lincoln's screw-up, whether it was from just being near him or the teasing she'd been receiving regarding that.

"Top floor," answered Vortex. "She's waiting with bated breath, so you might want to keep close to your team, 'kay Linc?"

"Thanks, Tex," said Lincoln gratefully as the team entered the hotel entrance. Blitzø was the last to enter, as he pointed to his own eyes with his index and middle fingers, then pointed them to Vortex… before flipping him off in one motion.

Unfazed, Vortex shrugged as the door started closing, but before a fan tried to jump through. Ignoring the sound of a fist meeting a face, Lincoln looked around as he and his team made their way up to an elevator that would take them to the top floor. Practically everything inside was lined with marble, which reminded him of the interior of Stolas's mansion.

"This is definitely a hotel for the upper class," Lincoln remarked to the fourth wall. As the team exited the elevator to the top floor, Loona led the team, using her nose to track down the room Verosika was in. Upon arrival, Lincoln knocked the door three times and waited for an answer, which he got from the popstar herself.

"Come on in, Lincy~," sang Verosika cheerfully. Lincoln then opened the door to enter what he thought was the largest hotel room he'd ever seen in his life. True to Verosika's reputation, the interior was decorated with exactly what Lincoln pictured morbidly rich Hollywood stars would have: a large jacuzzi that doubled as a swimming pool, a snack bar with numerous junk food, confectionaries, and drinks, a massive plasma TV… and of course, the main attraction herself, disguised as a human and adorned with a similar two-piece mini dress she wore for her spring break performance, but glittery. "So glad you could meet us," Verosika greeted huskily, leaning forward to provide a better view of her cleavage.

"Bah… bah… bah…" stuttered Lincoln, gulping the lump in his throat. "Curse my family's inability to process thoughts before drop-dead beauties!" Lincoln whispered to the readers.

Fortunately, his mother from another realm was ready. "Hands to yourself, you glitzy skank!" shouted Millie, zipping in front of Lincoln to guard him before Verosika so much as took another step, followed by the rest of the team stepping in front of Lincoln. To the side, Lincoln spotted Ace, Josh, and Kat lounging by the snack bar, watching the show. Lincoln couldn't help but notice a lot of makeup on Kat, though it looked like he was trying to cover a lot of something on his body. As for Ace and Josh, he noticed they weren't looking at him with the same disgruntled expressions as they did during when they met during spring break. In fact, their expressions… seem to be more like how Loona and Octavia looked the past few days…

Shaking his head from any further thoughts down that rabbit hole, he tried to turn his attention to the succubi of Verosika's crew. Unfortunately, Lincoln couldn't find them anywhere… and none of the team had Lincoln's three o'clock and nine o'clock covered, as Milky ambushed him from the left, jumping up to him and forcing Lincoln to catch her bridal style. "Hey there, hot stuff~!"

"Baaaaahhhhhh…" was all Lincoln could utter as he felt one of his hand holding something very plump that was turning him as red as an imp.

Moxxie was the quickest to speak up. "Will you all please stop sexually harassing Lincoln for just one sec—?!" was all he could shout before he was knocked to the ground and trampled by a charging Apple and Coco, who also managed to push the rest of the team away from Lincoln. "Owwww…"

"We missed you, Lincy~!" exclaimed Apple and Coco in unison. Lesser men would've buckled under their own weight upon having two beauties on his side and holding one bridal style. That's when Kiki went for the final blow.

"You're looking veeeerry fine in that, Lincy," purred Kiki, leaning on Lincoln from behind.

"ALRIGHT, BACK OFF, BITCHES!" shouted Blitzø, coming to Lincoln's rescue by popping up in front of him pushing all four succubi away. "Stop eye-fucking the kid and let's fucking get to fucking business before I start fucking the new holes I'll fucking pump into you all if you don't back the fuck off!"

"Vulgar as always, I see," Verosika commented, disgusted. "Girls, let Lincoln breathe. We can have fun later."

"Awwwwww…" whined the succubi.

"Thanks for that, Blitzø," sighed a grateful Lincoln in relief.

"Eh, I'll take it out of your pay," replied Blitzø with a sneer.

"And I take it back," said Lincoln, deadpanned. Turning to Verosika and her crew, Lincoln addressed as professionally as he could, "Look, there isn't much time before you need to land this gig, so do you girls mind taking it down a notch or two? You know I've just turned into an incubus, and it's been several long days adjusting."

"Okayyyyy," replied Apple sadly before smiling and continuing, "We really wish we could help, but we can be patient."

"Yeah, we really do need this asshole off our tits," agreed Milky.

"Plus, it'll be fun seeing you in action," suggested Coco eagerly.

"We don't mind sharing, though," said Kiki, winking at Loona despite her glare.

"HEY! We're doing you a favor here, you fancy whores, so stop cock-teasing and let's get this done and over with!" shouted an irate and blushing Loona.

"Wow… I didn't think Lincy's lust aura would've been this effective on you," noted Verosika with a raised eyebrow, then continued with lidded eyes, "You need to loosen up once in a while. We'd be glad to help you with that~."

"Okay! That's enough!" growled Lincoln loudly, getting everyone's attention. "I've already been dealing with a lot ever since I got stuck down in Hell! I've had to deal with a lot more because of one stupid little mistake! Everything is already awkward enough! I don't need this!"

What Lincoln didn't realize was that as the volume of his rant grew, so did the glow in his eyes and the aura around him. Verosika and her crew, both succubi and incubi, were initially stunned by Lincoln's temper, but now they were all getting hot and bothered as they started looking at Lincoln like the best cut of unobtainable meat. In addition, Loona's tail started wagging as she slowly approached Lincoln with her hands out in a trance. Millie, who was helping Moxxie up, suddenly grabbed his clothes in a vice grip, ready to rip off his bowtie, tear his shirt to pieces, and explore his mouth like there was no tomorrow—

"Kid, tone it down! You're doing their mating call!" interrupted Blitzø, shaking Lincoln by his arm. This managed to snap Lincoln out of his anger, now shocked as he looked around at everyone else and saw what he'd been subjecting the others to. As Lincoln calmed down, so too did everyone else, though Moxxie's bowtie was undone and the top button of his suit had popped off. "Kid, you're lucky I know how to fuck whoever I want whenever I want. Otherwise, I'd be plowing you right here and now!"

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"Well, that killed the mood," Verosika broke the silence, though she was still stunned by what she had to hear. Everyone nodded and murmured their agreements awkwardly, although Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were looking at Blitzø with angry and disgusted expressions, displeased at his confession. Now realizing what her and Lincoln's lust auras would've brought about in mere moments, she addressed Lincoln once more, but professionally, "So Lincoln, where do we go from here?"

With a quick shake of his head, Lincoln replied, "Right. Here's the plan so far." Lincoln clapped his hands, which started glowing, then Lincoln thrusted his hands forward, summoning what looked like a magical hologram of an architectural model of the Millennium Tower.

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TOKYO, JAPAN, Millennium Tower

Lincoln was pushing a makeup cart with Verosika and Loona walking by his side. They had managed to escape New Deborah, slip past the large crowd of fans undetected, and make it to the Millennium Tower with relative ease. However, if one looked closely at the makeup cart, they would see that it was anything but.

"You know, *grk* I imagined our first three-way being a little dirtier than this," commented Blitzø, inside the makeup cart along with Moxxie and Millie, struggling to get comfortable in a congested space as he was under the other two.

"It's better than going in guns blazing, sir," grunted Moxxie before yelping. "Ow! And could you please move?! Your spikes are digging into my butt!"

"That ain't no spike, buddy-boy," replied Blitzø cheekily.

"Oh, you mother—!" started Moxxie before Millie shushed him.

"I hear footsteps," whispered Millie before pushing her ear against the cart. "Hon, everything okay out there? Say the word and momma will start cutting heads."

"Everything's cool," Lincoln whispered with the best ventriloquism he could muster, not wanting the approaching two men in suits to see him talk to seemingly nothing. From the looks of the two men, Lincoln figured these must've been the infamous yakuza he heard tales about in this country. He then addressed them with a British accent, courtesy of a harsh lesson he learned from a free limousine ride, "Good day, sirs."

With his translation spell still in effect, the two yakuza were able to understand him, though they were still surprised to be seeing and hearing a foreigner speaking fluent Japanese with a British accent. Seeing the goth girl to his left with skimpy clothing and the deliciously sensual pop sensation to his right, one of them turned to the other to grumpily mutter, "Tsk, some bastards have all the luck."

"I am Miss Mayday's new agent and manager, and I would like to speak to your boss. Her arrangements are nothing short of atrocious, so I have seen myself forced to hire a proper makeup artist to work on her," explained Lincoln, gesturing to Loona. "You will not change my mind nor bother Miss Loona in her work if you want to discuss about Miss Mayday's new album."

Before one of the men could offer any retort, neither realized that Lincoln gesturing to Loona was also a movement for him to cast a spell directed at them, their eyes flashing red for a moment before returning to normal. "I understand, sir. Please, this way," said the yakuza, making way along with his partner with a bow to allow Lincoln passage into the elevator they were guarding. "You can find our boss, the manager of the Wild Owlets, on the 58th floor."

Once Lincoln, Verosika, and Loona got into the elevator, Lincoln pushed the button to the 58th floor, waiting until the elevator door closed and started rising before letting out a large breath of air he felt he'd been holding since entering the building.

"Wow, I'd seen you use magic with a tome before, but you're doing it without it now?" asked Verosika, further impressed than she already was.

"Some perks I actually like about this new body," admitted Lincoln with a bashful grin.

"Dude," chastised Loona, gazing sternly at Verosika. "So… why the douchey Brit accent?"

"That's the best formal jerk impression I got. Had a good example, too." Leaning down, Lincoln opened the makeup cart a little to get some air in there for his coworkers. "How're you guys holding up?"

"I'm feeling pins and needles in my legs," answered an irritable Blitzø.

"We're doing fine, baby boy," reassured Mille, though her voice was a bit strained.

"Sorry, guys," apologized Lincoln. "But we're almost there now." He turned to Verosika to ask, "How are your crew doing with the plan?"

Verosika, who was texting on her phone, turned to Lincoln and responded, "They got out of the hotel. And Tex just told me that they saw some yakuza going into the hotel. Looks like you were on point. They actually sent goons to try to get rid of us."

"Stay in contact with them, but make sure they don't tell us where they are unless we gotta go with Plan C. We can't risk anyone taking your phone and finding their location."

Verosika thought she was more impressed with his growing prowess in magic because of his new transformation, but it seems like Lincoln is just constantly full of pleasant surprises. Before they had set off to the Millennium Tower, Lincoln had reviewed his plans with everyone on how to find and approach the manager of the rival idol group. Verosika and her whole crew were very impressed at how thorough and detailed his main plan was, in addition to the other backup plans he developed. "You really are The Man With The Plan, aren't you? You know, you seem like you have a very promising career as a manager…"

"Save the sales pitch, bitch!" interrupted Blitzø, to Verosika's dismay. "He works for me til the end of time, so don't even think about poaching him!"

Ignoring the banter, Lincoln sighed, "Now, we're onto Phase 2 of the plan. Here goes everything."

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PRIDE RING, Stella's Personal Studio

"Come on, come on! God fucking dammit, Lincoln, pick up the bloody phone!"

Still in the studio, awaiting her next meeting with Go, Octavia was frantically typing away at her phone while trying to make a call. Frustrated at the lack of answers, Octavia could only voice her frustrations and anxiety as quietly as she could. Unfortunately, she wasn't as quiet as she hoped, as she was addressed by the last person she wanted to see at this moment.

"And just who is this Lincoln?" asked Stella calmly, glaring at Octavia, who felt her heart stop and plummet. "You sounded quite thoughtful about something, or rather, someone, when you were ordering Go around."

Octavia did her best to take some deep but quiet breaths to calm her nerves and think about her answer carefully. Ever since she'd met Lincoln, she had no intention of revealing his existence to her mother, even more so when she bonded with him through their magic lessons under her father and any other free time they had to hang out together. Now she felt like she endangered him even more than he already was from being stuck down here in Hell and with this job his company had taken on that involved her mother.

After a few seconds, Octavia, locking eyes with her mother, replied with as much serenity as she could muster, "You're not the only one with human connections."

All was silent between them for several moments after that response. Both stood with nothing to gain at this moment, but a lot to lose if they played their cards too early. Octavia's answer was the best she could offer, as it was both vague yet true. Unfortunately, her opponent right now had more experience with this kind of bullshitting.

"One you didn't inform me about… one you appear to have had no intention of ever informing me about… and one who you are frantically trying to contact…"

"… Father doesn't know I've already tried to control my own mortals. This is my own little experiment in dealing with the living world."

Octavia hoped to have provided a convincing explanation. She had been very reclusive since she became a teenager. As such, she'd have plenty of secrets withheld from even her parents. Combined with the fact that her mother didn't care nearly enough as her father to spend some quality time with her, Octavia mentally crossed her fingers that her mother would buy that excuse.

"You are quite cunning, daughter," said Stella simply, much to Octavia's fear. Her mother's default behaviors were either screaming at someone's face while throwing nearby objects around to break them, particularly towards her father, or bragging pompously about her standings and lifestyles. To hear her be this neutral was far more unsettling to Octavia than seeing any of the Seven Deadly Sins lose their shit. "Then humor me, your little side project with this… Lincoln… appears to have hit a little snag if it has you this disheveled. Right at the same time as my little project hits a potential snag… which just so happens to involve your Lincoln."

Hearing all that made Octavia realize that the situation was too clear-cut that even a bystander could put two and two together, much less her mother, who had experienced the royalty life and all its trial and tribulation for more than two decades. She felt both stupid and hopeless, thinking she could pull the wool over her mother's eyes when the stars aligned against her in the first place.

"Mother, I—" she was interrupted when her mother swiftly grabbed her wrist, rather harshly as she was feeling a little pain from the grip.

"So answer me this, dear daughter: did you truly believe you could cheat me out of the spoils of my project with your own?"

"What?! No! I—"

"Do not insult me with your lies! I have dueled more experienced aristocrats than you!" admonished Stella, her eyes glowing a dangerous red. Octavia had never truly been on the receiving end of her mother's wrath, as she had always focused that on her father. She couldn't even bear a few seconds of it. Was this what her father had been enduring for years? The nightmares she had since childhood were suddenly becoming more feasible than she thought in recent years. "You know, I would actually commend your avarice and ambition were it not for the fact that it would interfere with my business! I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson about failure in this business, and this Lincoln would make for a perfect example!"

That final sentence set something off in Octavia's mind. Like an animal that finally broke free of its cage with one final push, Octavia mustered all the magic she could in her free hand and, in one instance, thrusted at her mother's abdomen, enveloping her in the blue magical glow from her hand. In her shock, Stella had let go of Octavia before she stood frozen in place thanks to the magic. Only her eyes were free to move, which glared down at her fleeing daughter. Running down the halls, the panicking Octavia returned to her attempts in reaching out to Lincoln, but also started trying to contact her father, which she realized she could've tried in the first place.

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-TO BE CONTINUED-

Hope you all enjoyed this second chapter. Once again, please read the fanfiction "A Loud Among Demons" by TvFan2244, for in addition to Akito the Boxer, this fic would not have been possible without author of the original fic. Additionally, I'd also recommend "Hell Gets Loud" by Epic-Writer0.1, another entertaining fanfic inspired by "A Loud Among Demons," but crossing over with Hazbin Hotel instead.