AN: Yeah so the schedule I created this year to deal with adjusting to my new position at my job didn't work out. There were less updates then I liked. Plus, I got into a new fandom that took my attenton and I apologize for that. Starting forward we're back to the old schedule and with Starlight Wings and book 1 of Imp On Fire close to their endpoints, it should give me more breathing room for the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel. Rachmiel is my OC

"My entire gang is dead!"

Tyson raised an eyebrow. "I can see that."

The Gang Leader of the Scarhorns was looking ready to rip him apart, but Tyson wasn't bothered by the idiot in front of him, who could easily wipe him out in less than a second. He and his men were just setting up and clearing out the first few rooms of the research facility when the Scarhorns arrived broken, bloody, and few in number. To be honest, he hadn't expected them to actually kill his brother, but he had hoped they would kill his wife or her inbred family. But apparently, they were more prepared than he thought and had to admit that his brother picked quite the wife.

"You didn't tell us that a fucking Goetia Prince would get involved! We're crazy but not stupid! Going up against something like that? You might as well get me to try and hug an Exterminator!" Boss cried out while looking a bit disheveled. His remaining boys weren't any better, with some leaning on each other for support.

"I didn't think it was relevant. I honestly didn't think he'd get involved at all," Tyson said with a shrug. "A small oversight on my part."

"A small oversight?! I only got ten men left! Our reputation will be ruined once word of this gets out!" Boss shouted as he looked ready to strangle Tyson, but he paused upon seeing the numerous Imps around him armed and prepared to take action should their leader give the signal. The huge Imp growled before stepping back. "Just give us our fucking money. I don't want anything to do with whatever the fuck you are doing."

"Very well," Tyson said as he reached for the black suitcase next to him and handed it over. "Use it well. Thank you for your service."

Swiping it, the gang boss opened it and saw the cash before nodding. He motioned for his gang to get on their bikes, and they started heading out down the road. The sounds of their motorcycles driving through the dirt roads got fainter over time. Tyson waited a few minutes before checking his watch. "Three. Two. One."

A huge explosion was then heard, with the smell of burned machines, gasoline, and rotten flesh following after. Turning to the worker beside him, Tyson ordered, "Take a team and ensure there aren't any survivors. If there are, just kill them. We'll send a team to clear the roads soon after."

The worker saluted and motioned his group to follow him to one of the jeeps. Tyson sighed as he waved his hand at the others to get them back to work. Well, little brother. You managed to survive again without any loss. It seems I will have to try harder.

However, that would have to wait for another day. Right now, his main focus is to get this building up and running before he can go through with his real plan. Truthfully, his only focus should be on the mission at hand, just like he was trained to do. But Moxxie hadn't just ruined the Organization he was made to serve and protect. He destroyed their family. Countless of their siblings were dead, and their parents were locked up beyond his ability to find or free them.

He was about to head inside when his phone rang. He looked at it and raised an eyebrow. The number was unknown to him, which was surprising since very few knew Tyson's number. Despite a part of him warning of this, he couldn't help but answer. "Hello?"

"Is this ACDD-110109200512?"

Tyson was now fully alert that someone knew his official number.

"Who is this?"

"Someone who taught your parents everything they knew."

Millie was silent as Rachmiel continued his scans with his Aion to ensure she and her baby were okay. It had been hours since she had returned to Stolas's manor, and right away, Moxxie asked for them to be given a full physical by the angel, especially for Millie and their baby. She only numbly agreed and didn't even bother listening to the various conversations around her. She could only hear her father's words about choosing them or her husband. Something that she never thought she would have to do.

Despite everything, Millie loved her family. It didn't matter how flawed they were in their ways and beliefs at times; they were kin. You always stand by kin no matter what. But apparently, her family thought Moxxie and her child didn't count because of who he was. Of all the people in Hell who had a right to judge Moxxie for what he did, both before and after his life in the IRA, it was Mllie. She was the one married to him, having his child, and was hurt by his lies.

But she forgave him for it all. She heard his words, felt his emotions in each letter, and saw the pain and truth in his eyes. He was just scared of losing everything again, but he was willing to face that past if it meant proving to Millie that he still loved her. In all honesty, Millie felt like she fell in love with him again after all that.

She loved Moxxie. And always would.

But her family just couldn't accept it. Couldn't trust her feelings on the matter. Something she still didn't understand why. But she knew that this was the last straw. Her family never approved of Moxxie before and after all this. But you'd think they would approve and respect her choice. But no, they were too stubborn to trust her feelings.

And until they did, she wasn't going to see them again. Even if the pain in their eyes haunted her.

"Good news," Rachmiel said as he looked over numerous holographic screens from his Aion device. "Not only are you both in good health, but your baby is also. As far as I can tell, he has no issues."

"... It's a boy?" Millie whispered in awe.

"Oh, shoot," Rachmiel winced. "Spoilers."

"Nice going, Feathers," Loona joked, but she shrugged. "Ah, well. I guess I win that bet, Dad."

"Yeah. Yeah. Twenty bucks. Here," Blitzo muttered as he pulled out a bill and handed it to the tail-wagging Hellhound.

"A son," Moxxie whispered as he moved over to Millie from his chair and hugged her with tears in her eyes. "A son, Millie. Our son."

She pushed aside her negative feelings to feel her husband's warm embrace and smiled. "Oh, Moxie."

"Well, regardless, I advise you two to rest for a day or two after what's happened," Rachmiel suggested.

"I agree," Stolas said as he stepped forward. "It's late enough as it is. Let's retire from the Hospital Wing and return to our rooms."

"You guys go on ahead," Moxxie said to the others. "Millie and I need to speak to Blitzo for a second."

The others did so until it was just the three Imps. Moxxie was the first to act. He gave his boss a warm smile and soon hugged him. "Thank you, Blitz. For everything."

Blushing, the assassin rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, come on. I didn't do much. All I did was give ammo in that fight. I didn't even seriously kick ass."

"I'm not talking about that," Moxie said with a chuckle as he released his boss. "I'm talking about what you did for me. For us. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be moping around in bed feeling like shit. You got me out of there and got me to reunite with MIllie and help put us together. You defended me from Millie's family. You..." He rubbed his eyes. "You really are the best friend I've ever had."

Blitzo's eyes widened for a bit before he smiled softly. "Thanks, Mox."

"And I'm grateful too, Blitz," Millie said as she got up and smiled. Hugging Moxxie with one hand and arm, she quickly kissed her husband. "Ya helped keep us together. We're a family again...well...kinda?"

The two frowned upon seeing Millie's downed expression before Blitzo snorted. "Ah, forget them, Mills. They'll come around. Besides, you're not alone. You got the I.M.P. family behind you and your kid."

"Speaking of which," Moxxie said as he gave a grin. "I think I speak for Millie as well when I ask this. Blitz? You want to be our kid's devilfather?"

"M-Me?" Blitzo said in surprise as he blinked. "You want me to be his devilfather?"

"I can't think of anyone else," Moxxie chuckled. "Besides, I trust you not to make a mess of him...too much."

"I think that's a great idea!" Millie said in affirmation.

Blitzo stared at both his friends, and a grin decorated his lips. "Fuck yeah! Just call me Uncle Blitz!"

He then brought the two in for a surprise hug as they wrapped their arms together.

"...So, can we call him Blitzo Jr.?"

"Don't push it, sir."

"Okay, new rule. Sir. Pentious? You are not allowed in the kitchen. Ever," Stella said firmly as she glared at the nervous snake, who was currently wearing an apron and holding a chef's hat.

Ever since he joined the hotel, Charlie had been trying to help him fit in by having him do some of the working tasks. A means for him to get to know the staff and make "friends" to help him grow as a better person. While he did some tasks well, such as repairing stuff due to his technological expertise, other things needed to be improved. The disaster that had become Stella's kitchen was proof of that.

Not only was there food and messes everywhere, but there were dead Eggboys (again), one of them even roasting in the oven. Out of the corner of her eye, Stella saw three of them using knives and forks as improved weapons to try and subdue some kind of living stew abomination that had come to life and was trying to claw its way to freedom. And she didn't even want to know what happened to the dishwasher to the point that it spilled out purple goo.

"S-S-S-Sorry, Miss. SSSStella," Sir. Pentious apologized as he pointed in a few directions. "Well, I was trying...I was thinking...I read the instructions...uh, please don't be mad?"

Sighing, Stella pinched her nostrils before taking a deep breath. "Just get out of here and take your egg brigade with you before I use them for breakfast tomorrow."

"R-R-Right! Eggboys! Full retreat to the new base!" Sir. Pentious demanded.

"You mean your room, sir?" One Eggboy happily asked.

"Yes! The room! Now let's go!"

"Aww, I wanted to be sunny side up tomorrow."

Stella waited until the last of the chaotic group left before she took a deep breath and turned to the stew creature. With a snap of her finger, she summoned a fireball and threw it at the thing, which disintegrated into a fried corpse that shrieked before collapsing. Just as it died, Vaggie came in and raised an eyebrow. "I take it the cooking experience didn't go so well?"

"Tell Charlie we're gonna have to take out tonight," Stella sighed as she got a bucket before going to the sink to fill it up and add soap. "I love the girl, but she really should keep him from trying everything, or else the hotel will collapse."

"Alastor would find that hilarious," Vaggie said as she got a couple of towels and started wiping the counter. "I still don't like the idea of him being here."

"You're like that with every new person," Stella said with a smirk before turning to her. "Remember how long it took you to trust me?"

"That was different. You never tried to attack us before or get used in a plot by Overlords," Vaggie grumbled as she stuck her tongue out upon finding a very sticky spatula. She threw it in the garbage instead of the sink.

"No, I just played my role in getting an Imp kidnapped, tortured, mind-rapped, and nearly caused my mother and brother to try and wipe out half of Hell's population," Stella grumbled as she got a mop, soaked it, and started sweeping.

"Least you didn't actually kill anyone," Vaggie whispered as she paused in her scrubbing.

"...You don't have to talk about it," Stella said as she turned to her co-worker.

The two stared at each other, their trust unspoken because of a secret that Stella had discovered during her first few weeks in the hotel—one that allowed Vaggie to trust her.

*Five months Ago*

Stella knew that things in the Pride Ring, especially in Pentagram City, could get a bit hectic when you were outside the gated community walls of the rich and powerful. She didn't expect an attack to suddenly happen in the middle of breakfast by some upstart Overlord looking to make a name for himself by attacking the Hazbin Hotel. Having never been in a fight before, Stella felt she was useless as everyone pitched in to help using guns, weapons, or powers to deal with the attackers.

It all ended when Alastor, who was sipping tea and watching the whole thing, got a bullet graze his hair, and he swallowed them all in a dark portal with massive black tentacles that sent them to who knows where. All without losing that smile on his face. Stella had seen many powerful demons in her life, from the Goetias to the Sins themselves. But there was something different about Alastor. Something that really made her feathers twitch.

Naturally, with the fight over and done with, there was cleaning and fixing to follow.

"How many Overlord attacks do you guys face regularly?" Stella asked as she helped carry some rubble in a wheelbarrow. Vaggie was in front of her, holding one of the few corpses Alastor's spell hadn't gotten rid of.

"Eh, believe it or not? This is kinda light for the month," Vaggie said as she moved her arms to recover the body slipping from her grip.

"So why isn't Alastor helping?" Stella asked as the girls walked around the hotel to the garbage area. "Half the mess is because of him."

"Do you really think Alastor will help anyone without gaining something in return?" Vaggie asked.

"Good point," Stella muttered. Although she had only been here for a short time, she could already tell that dealing with Alastor was going to be a headache.

They dumped the stuff, including the body, but just as Vaggie turned around, the body of the supposedly dead sinner got up and grabbed her from behind while drawing a knife and holding it close to her neck. "Don't move, bitch!"

"Vaggie!" Stella shouted as she grabbed a nearby shovel and held it up. Growling, Stella said, "Let her go!"

"Oh, no you don't!" The sinner growled as he kept the knife close. "I didn't just fucking cheat death once just to get screwed over by you bitches. Screw my boss and screw this place. I want out of here, and you're gonna help me get out of here, away from this place!"

"Let go of me, or you're going to regret it," Vaggie growled without a single hint of fear over the knife aimed at her.

"Look, your gang's dead, and we have no reason to fight you," Stella said as she did her best to keep calm. She wasn't used to situations like this. "So let's calm down and-"

"Fuck that shit! You think I'm gonna get out of here easy after attacking the fucking Princess of Hell! I'm leaving with a hostage to ensure none of you'll follow me! That includes Cyclops cunt right here," He said as he then scratched Vaggie's cheek with the knife.

Stella got tense when she saw blood but then froze upon seeing what kind of blood it was. It wasn't red like human blood or black like demon blood. It was golden. Golden as in angelic blood.

The shovel dropped from Stella's hands as she stared at Vaggie with wide eyes. The sinner saw the blood and froze. "What the fu-"

That was all Vaggie needed to elbow the sinner in the stomach, throw him over her shoulder, summon her spear, and send it right into his heart. He choked on his own blood before going limp, this time for good. Vaggie slowly touched her cheek and looked at her angelic blood before turning to Stella with a panicked expression. Neither knew what to do until they heard someone walking over.

"Hey, toots! Are you girls making out? What's the hold-up?" Angel Dust asked as he began to come around the corner with a trash bag over his shoulders.

Before Stella knew it, she had her handkerchief out and used it to wipe the blood off of Vaggie's cheek before it could be noticed and hurried to Angel Dust. "Oh, Angel! Let me take that off for you. You go back and get more stuff."

"Eh, okay?" Angel said before he could fully come around the corner and handed it over to Stella. "Hope you like body parts."

"...Joy."

Veggie quickly used this time to rush to the back entrance before anyone noticed her.

*Present Day*

After that day, Vaggie confessed that she was an exiled angel. Not a demon or a fallen angel, but a full-on exiled angel who was a former Exterminator. Vaggie didn't say why she was exiled, but Stella had agreed to keep it a secret. That day, Vaggie opened up to her more and treated Stella as a friend. Stella wondered why an exiled angel, pretending to be a sinner, was here and dating Lucifer's daughter was anyone's guess. Still, Stella didn't think it was for anything notorious. Vaggie's affection was obvious for Charlie.

"Look, all I can say is...I made a mistake..." Vaggie whispered. "One I still regret, and I don't like talking about..."

"...I guess we all are here with regrets," Stella said as she leaned on the counter. "Sometimes I wonder if any of us will get real closure for the things we've done. Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever hear my daughter call me mother again."

"I think you will," Vaggie said as she walked over and gave a soft smile. "Look, out of everyone here? You take this redemption thing seriously because you've lost something important and are fighting to get it back. Even if it means facing uncomfortable truths about yourself and dealing with those regrets."

"What about you?" Stella asked. "What do you want out of all this?"

"...I want to make Charlie's dream work because I think that's the best way to fix my mistake," Vaggie whispered as she rubbed her arm. "That's why I put up with things like Angel Dust's behavior, Alastor's manipulations, and Sir. Pentious mistakes. Because Charlie believes that any of them, any of us, can be saved and that can start a change in Hell. All it takes is one damned soul going to heaven to prove that we can change things and stop demonic lives from ending in the massive qualities that they are. I do this all for her and a chance to be better."

Gripping the mop, Stella closed her eyes and nodded. "Charlie's lucky to have a partner like you."

"Yeah, well, I think she might need a better cleaner right now," Vaggie chuckled as the two went to work, but then the door opened up.

"I brought my gear!" Nifty shouted while covered in all kinds of cleaning material, from soap dispensers to wash rags to mini brooms to air fresheners.

The two looked at each other, smirked, and motioned the tiny demon to join them in the night clean-up session.

Devilfather.

The demonic version of a Godfather.

Trust was rare in Hell, especially trusting others with your kids.

Being a Devilfather was one of the highest forms of trust one can get.

And Moxxie and Millie made Blitzo their son's Devilfather.

He didn't know how to feel about that other than a mix of honor, love, and disbelief. He, of all people, is a Devil father. Despite his messed up condition? He closed his eyes and rubbed his face. "Damnit, you guys know how to make a guy cry."

He was happy that they were back together. Much as he was jealous of Moxxie for having a relationship...a family that he was denied years ago...Moxxie was his best friend. The little guy stuck through with him for so long, and it was only proper to repay him. He hadn't had a close friend like this since Fizzarolli, which ended because of his actions. He chose revenge over his first love and Fizz never forgave him for it.

Maybe this time I can be better...and not run like a coward, He thought as he looked up at the ceiling. Of course, how can I be a good Devilfather if I'm like...this...

Messed up.

Broken.

Hurt.

Damaged.

He thought back to the shootout. The old him would have easily killed at least a dozen bikers. Instead, all he did was run around giving ammo like some lackey. He was fucking Blitzo Buckzo. A top-rated assassin for years and founder of the only professional hitman service that did jobs in the human world.

And yet he was now a traumatized, pathetic shell of his former self.

How could he protect his friends, his family, and his Devilson if he was like this?

Slowly, Blitzo forced himself up and took a deep breath. "...I got no choice, huh?"

Rachmiel was in bed when he heard the knock on his door. He slowly got up and opened it to find Blitzo waiting for him.

"I want to go into the corrupted memory tomorrow," Blitzo said as he closed his eyes and gripped his hands.

"...I want to see...the day I lost my family."