Rampant demon horniness ahead. Reader discretion is advised.
Pentagram City, early hours of December 31, 1922
The battle was won.
The sky above Pentagram City, the sky the hordes of Angelic Evil had so confidently descended from, now brimmed with fireworks.
From his zeppellin, Sir Pentious could see the miriads of jubilating demons everywhere across the greatest city of Pride, from the porn studio all the way to Cannibal Town. He was headed back to the Happy Hotel (the name of which never sounded more fitting than it was now!) where a hero's welcome awaited him.
Sir Pentious could care less about going to Heaven right now. He felt like all the happiness he had ever dreamed of was just being at the Hotel with his friends.
And with Cherri Bomb. Although she didn't really know how Pentious felt. But she would know soon: Pentious felt more and more determined to tell her already with every passing moment...
As the zeppellin returned to its aerial dock, Pentious and Loona jumped off of it, together with the little army of the Eggboys. Seeing everyone waiting for them, Pentious bursted into tears of happiness.
"You like me!... You really like me!..." he could not think of anything else to say. He felt like all of this was happening to a brand new Pentious, a person he had never been before.
And he wanted to be that person for the rest of all Time.
...
Millie and Moxxie walked onto the dock to find Loona there.
"AH YEAH! YA ROYALLY SCREWED'EM LOONA! Who's the hellhound of the hour?"
Loona shrugged it off. "I only opened the portal, Millie; let the serpent guy have the glory..." she replied, as she really didn't want to get in the way of Pentious finding the courage to confess to Cherri Bomb.
For she had been in his shoes, and it was brutal. Even now that Loona and Vortex were good friends, he didn't know how she had felt when they first met. And for a long while afterwards...
And to think that Beelzebub of all people was the one to encourage her to be more open with her feelings...
"But it was your idea to use a portal for a sneak attack." Moxxie pointed out, "It was tactically sound, and it worked. Good job, Loona!"
She smirked. "Your sniper shot back at the Hotel wasn't bad either, Fatty..."
A playful, knowing smile spread across Moxxie's face. "For the last time Loona, I am not-"
"But you are fat, Fatty!..." She growled as she grabbed Moxxie and pinned him to the ground.
"...Because you have a big. Fat. Cock."
Millie was grinning widely. "Can't argue with THAT, sugarcube..."
She had known Blitz for long enough to know how fucking good it felt to watch...
She watched Moxxie succumb to Loona's dominance, now that she towered so completely over him...
She watched his bulging, throbbing erection as he thrusted between her welcoming legs, and then up deeper into her...
She would join in and have her portion of fun, of course; but not before watching some more of this... And listening, too...
"LOONA!-"
"FATTY!-"
...
A while later, the three of them entered the dimly lit Hotel, the fireworks outside still giving their soft, magical lights.
Loona looked positively radiant, while Millie was carrying an exhausted Moxxie, whom the two ladies had just sucked dry. In all of this, Millie was adorably kissing her husband all over his face...
Octavia spotted them. "Loona!" She exclaimed, and run over to hug her.
"You were so amazing, Octie! Like, seriously, a giant blue fire owl? You go, girl!"
Loona could not quite believe it herself; was this the same Octavia, that seemingly helpless teenage Princess she had once rescued in Los Angeles?
"Thank you!" She said, and looked over to Millie and Moxxie. "But..."
She had noticed the glances the two imps exchanged with Loona. The hellhound knew there was no point in denying it...
Loona smiled awkwardly. "Yep, we have been a thing for a while now..."
Octavia was beaming, though she looked slightly awkward herself. "Oh Loona, I'm so happy for you!"
And then, with every ounce of courage she could muster, she kissed her.
To say that Loona was taken aback and surprised beyond words would be an understatement!
"Wow! Octie, that was-"
Whatever Loona was going to say, it was lost, gone, the moment her eyes met Octavia's...
She was so beautiful. And she was so brave. No; if Princess Octavia was going to face rejection and heartbreak tonight she would accept it, because she was beyond brave...
She had grown to be as brave as she was beautiful.
"I..." Loona said, softly, "...I'm happy for us, too..."
And they kissed.
...
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Pride...
In the wind-swept frozen wastelands of Cocytus, an icy castle stood. An elegant palace, adorned by what looked like gigantic feathers of gleaming ice.
Deep within the palace, in a rather cozy little room, two bird-like figures were listening attentively to the news of the battle on the radio. Soon the celebrations would spread to all the cities of Pride, and to all the other Rings of Hell. But the two royals were strangely silent: surely they were pondering what these developments meant for the future of their House, as well as for their own machinations...
All while enjoying some frozen tea, of course...
Suddenly, Prince Andrealphus turned his attention to his sister. He could tell something was... off.
What was that subtle expression on Stella's white face?
Princess Stella had never been subtle, not even a little; therefore in that moment she must have been distracted, unfocused... Everything her cold, calculating brother was not...
Was that a hint of... contentment? Gladness? Why? In his mind, Andrealphus carefully, coldly considered every option, but could not come to a conclusion...
"Why are you so relieved, my dear sister?" Andrealphus finally asked.
"WHAT?!" She slammed her talons on the icy table, "What are you implying, Andrea!?"
"Nothing, my darling..." he replied, "Is just that... I know for a fact that you don't care in the least for either your husband or 'Via... If I didn't knew any better I would say that you have..." He paused...
"...feelings for one of the others..."
Was that a greenish glimpse of jealousy in his icy blue eyes?...
"You are raving, brother!"
Enraged, she stormed out of the room in denial.
...
Back at the Hotel, Lucifer and Stolas approached Charlie.
"Princess Charlie," the Prince started, "we have something of the utmost importance to discuss; with all your friends, here at the Hotel, if possible."
"Is this about the Authority?" Charlie asked, "Are you thinking about our next move?"
"Yes..." said Lucifer, "but this is mostly about you... And Vaggie... something me and your mother have..."
Lucifer looked increasingly mortified. "...kept from you..."
"What?"
Stolas continued, "It's a prophecy... The fate of all three realms hinges on what we are going to do next..."