Hey everyone. Before we begin just wanted to take the time to acknowledge the efforts of Darksycthe Drake, who has generously offered his help with editing this story.

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Though it had only been a few months since their fiasco at that cheap rip off of their ruler's theme park, life for the white-haired Imp and his wife hadn't really changed all that much despite the fact that they had more or less settled into the role of adoptive parents.

Yes, Harry had yet to call them by anything other than their names, though the black-haired boy still occasionally added Mister or Missus to their names when he was feeling a bit stressed.

And yes it was frustrating to have his chief tormentors mock his efforts at being a father figure despite the fact that he had shown a greater maturity than Blitzo had ever shown. Though he had to concede that their efforts were far tamer than what he had to put up with when they jokingly tried to understand how an Imp like him ended up with an Imp like Millie.

But apart from that, the only real change in their routines was that they had to put out an extra plate at breakfast and dinner time, the fact that Millie had to wait until Harry's bedtime if she wanted to watch some of her more…spicier romances, and that they had to keep a more careful count of their ammo supply since the household had one more active shooter.

And while Harry was making great strides in his magical education, the fact remained that the kid was still at that level where he was more dangerous to others if he wielded a lead spitting weapon than a pointy stick and some Latin.

However, as much as he liked thinking about his informally adoptive son, Moxxie had something more pressing on his mind at that very moment.

And while he knew that it would potentially cost him heavily in terms of material wealth and perhaps self-esteem, he knew that this was the only sane option available to him.

"Hey Loona, can I talk to you for a minute"?

Mentally cursing himself for sounding so nervous, the white-haired Imp managed to keep his composure as the female Hellhound responded to his question.

"Depends. Do you want to go sailing through a window"?

Knowing that such a threat would be carried out if she was feeling practically vicious today, though he thought he was safe since she hadn't shown up to work with a hangover, Moxxie hurried to get straight to the point.

"Well, as you know tomorrow is Valentine's Day. And I was wondering if...".

"The answer is no dipshit. Just cause Blitz sometimes fantasizes about having a three-way with you and your wife doesn't mean that I do. Besides, I thought Millie had already promised to cut it off the next time you ever show interest in another woman".

Choosing to refrain from pointing out that he had nothing to do with that unfortunate mishap where Blitzo had accidentally, at least he hoped it was accidentally, messed up the portal so that they landed in some underground strip club, where he had tripped headfirst into a pair of breasts that were much bigger, though clearly less natural than his wife's, Moxxie sought to correct his co-worker.

"That's NOT what I wanted to ask you. I heard from the boss that the two of you are spending Valentine's Day together so…".

"Okay first off, eww. Secondly, what are you trying to say Moxxie? That I can't find someone who wants a chance to get a piece of this sweet ass on the one day of the year where it's socially acceptable to like some lustful demented loser"?

Wisely choosing not to point out that she should know the consequence of accepting the attentions of those 'lustful demented losers', the white-haired Imp hurried to explain precisely what he wanted.

Though given Loona's less than pleased expression, he temporarily lost the ability to control his anxiety.

"IwaswonderingifyoucouldlookafterHarrytommorwnight".

While his rushed question was insufficient to make the gray furred receptionist drop her glowering expression, not that he had a great track of doing so to begin with, Moxxie's question was nevertheless enough to put a brief end to Loona's usual mockery as she seriously considered the question.

"Hmmmm...I don't know. Can't he spend it doing night classes or whatever? That owl chick is old enough to babysit isn't she"?

Frowning in confusion, since usually Loona had shown a less than tolerant attitude for the daughter of Blitzo's avian lover, though in truth Stolas's daughter didn't exactly go out of her way to make people like her, Moxxie was prevented from coming up with an answer to her question thanks to a bit of predictable extortion.

"Of course if your willing to pay me for my time, and if you make a hooker joke I swear I will gut you, I suppose I could be persuaded to look after the little reptile while you and your wife are busy trying to get him a new sibling".

Sputtering in embarrassment at Loona's crude, yet somewhat accurate assumption of what he had planned for tomorrow evening, even if he didn't intend to get Millie in a family way, Moxxie barely even reacted as he watched the gray furred Hellhound proceeded to go through HIS wallet.

"Meh. I suppose if you throw in a couple of beers, this will suffice for a few hours. Oh, and unless you want Blitz peering through your window tomorrow, better get a lock and some decent blackout curtains".

…

"Diffindo".

Though he was impressed with Harry's progress, for few -if any- human wizards his age would have been able to successfully cast the standard cutting spell, let alone with the same degree of accuracy and frequency as his young pupil, Stolas nevertheless didn't let that stop him from offering some criticism.

"You are still using too much of your magic in your spell work Harry. While I can appreciate the desire to make even the most mundane spell lethal, or at the very least crippling, such methods will overtax your reserves and leave you vulnerable to an opponent that cannot be beaten with one or two hits".

"Considering he can cut off a body part with a single spell, I don't think that's much of a concern".

Chuckling as he nodded his head in agreement with his currently smirking daughter, the Goetia Prince adopted a slightly more lecturing tone as he turned towards Octavia.

"And yet my Owlette in Hell there exists numerous beings who would barely be hindered if they suddenly found themselves to be missing a limb".

Allowing a brief scowl to cross his face as his mind was briefly filled with one of the more…distasteful beings that sadly would still be a viable threat even when reduced to three arms, Stolas quickly adopted a more congenial expression as he decided to slightly change the topic of their conversation.

"While we are discussing the importance of missing limbs, tell me Harry, have you made any progress in discovering a way to ensure that your latest…limb can never be separated from you? One of the most exploitable weakness for human magic users, especially those that dwell in the country of your birth, is that they are nearly helpless without their wands. Naturally, Blitzy and his team have taken steps to ensure that you are just as skilled as they are, but there are sadly some issues that can only be solved with magic".

In truth, the owl-shaped demon could have merely told his youngest pupil how he could simply ensure this could happen, but there were reasons why he did not.

The first one was to introduce him to the concept that there were some things in life that he would have to do for himself rather than relying on others. And while he had indeed given Harry access to a variety of resources that would help him find a suitable answer to this problem, it fell to the young wizard to decide which solution he would utilize.

And from the answer he received, he could tell that Harry was making the most out of this lesson.

"I think so. Some of the books I read talked about how objects could be engraved with certain runes that ensured that they could be summoned to their owner's hand IF they were within range. Others talked about summoning spells that could be used on any object that didn't have anti summoning safeguards in place".

"So does that mean that your little Jedi tricks won't always work"?

Doing his best not to smile as his daughter lightly teased the currently pouting boy, for it was indeed a valid question since the young wizard, after much begging and pleading to his primary caregivers, had decided to emulate the abilities that he had seen on that delightful human film trilogy, Stolas could only nod his head in approval as Harry proved to have already discovered an answer for this question".

"Technically yes, but there are ways around it. Just 'cause I can't use magic to summon a specific object doesn't mean that I can use magic to make something else carry the object I want to summon to my hand. It's less cool, but with a little tweaking it should work".

Though impressed at his pupil's ingenuity, which could be a weapon in its own right if wielded carefully, Stolas nevertheless could not help but lightly tease the boy with this solution.

"And do you not think that perhaps such a method could be ignored if you simply carved the correct runes into your wand? Granted the…composition of the instrument makes it difficult to work with, but not impossible. And if it should work, you will be the first being since Lord Lucifer to have twisted something from Tree of Knowledge towards your own ends".

And that was the second reason why he could simply tell Harry how to solve this minor issue.

He was still uncertain if it had been wise to see if perhaps the nature of the apple that had doomed mankind also existed within the wood that had borne the fruit. But since the risk of irritating the ruler of Hell was lessened with the knowledge that all could be forgiven if a human, specifically one that had all but turned their back on God's favorite species, proved to be more than capable of upsetting every plan Heaven had for the human race.

Of course, such an action was still at least decades in the future. But if there was one thing that could be said for the more intelligent rulers of Hell, it was the fact that they knew how to play the long game.

Sadly his musings were brought to an end by something that sadly reminded him that there were some downsides to conducting his lessons at home.

"Octavia, it is time for your etiquette lessons. Take a moment to say goodbye to your friend, and then let's be on our way".

Taking a moment to sigh in the face of his wife's intrusion, though he had to admit that she was at least making SOME effort to be somewhat civil despite knowing that Harry was on excellent terms with those she considered to be her inferiors, Stolas nodded at his less than enthusiastic daughter.

"Your mother's right Via. No matter how much I wish she wasn't".

Muttering this last part, though judging by the amused look he was getting from his green-eyed student he wasn't as quiet as he originally thought, the head of the Goetia Family could only smile as his little starfire waved goodbye to her classmate.

"Seeya Harry. Remember to work on your aim the next time your working on your little…trick".

Chuckling at the pouting expression that had come over Harry's face at the reminder of his less than successful attempts to generate lightning, his magical reserves and lack of training ensured that he could only, at best, generate a spark or two, Stolas decided to take some pity on his remaining pupil.

"Considering that the next lesson I have to teach requires the use of a partner, why don't we call it a day hmmm? I'm sure that your family is eagerly waiting to hear how your day went".

And there it was.

The mixed look of delight, embarrassment, and anxiety that always came over the boy's face when he used that particular F word to describe his relationship with the members of Blitzy's charming organization.

Of course, the slowly changing boy had yet to use the titles that showed he recognized the Imp couple as anything more than his current guardians, but Stolas could tell that it was only a matter of time before he formally recognized them as being his parents.

But while the boy was sadly still affected by the years of mistreatment he had suffered before Blitzy's timely intervention, Stolas had one or two cards he could play to help him realize that he was truly loved, though sadly only one was available to him if he didn't want to upset his darling owlette and Blitzy's adoptive daughter.

Though truth be told he didn't see what all the fuss was about.

Yes, their offers to use parts of themselves for the wand core, a feather from his daughter and a tooth from his Imp lover's Hellhound, had been…surprising, but to him, it merely showed that both Octavia and Loona wanted to help their much younger and more inexperienced friend reach his full potential.

Of course if they had been closer in age, Stolas knew he would have been less than…accepting of this display of friendship. At least the one involving his daughter.

But since Harry was still too young to show any interest in pursuing more carnal relationships, and would be for some time if his suspicions about his Hell form proved accurate, he wouldn't have to worry about THAT particular danger for some time.

At least on his end.

….

Okay, let's see here. Grappling hook? Check. Night vision goggles? Don't really need them but better safe than sorry. What else what else"?

Doing her best to ignore her employer/adoptive father, something which came easy to her given that she had years of practice, Loona found herself sighing in mild amusement as her fellow couch potato decided to encourage Blitz's voyeuristic habit.

"How about some camouflage? I know it's more suited for the country but…".

"But if modified it could be useful in an urban environment. Like where your head's at kid. Nice to see that the Double Ms are teaching you the tricks of the trade".

At this point, Loona decided to abandon her texting and join the conversation.

If only because Blitzo provided her with a clear opportunity to insult him.

"And yet despite being the head of an assassination company, you can't even remember what tools to bring during your little 'stake-outs'".

While her words earned her a slightly irritated huff from the preparing Imp, Loona found herself sporting a small smirk as Blitzo tried to rationalize his actions.

"Now Loony, we've been through this. Just cause I'm the head of our company, and normally trust Moxxie to take care of the logistics, doesn't mean that I don't have my own process for preparing for a mission".

Choosing to remain silent since she knew that it would be a waste of effort to point out that he wasn't exactly preparing for a mission, though the chances of being hurt were probably as high if not higher considering what Blitzo would be interrupting if he was caught, Loona found herself growling in mild irritation as Blitzo proceeded to give Harry a talk that, while proving that he truly viewed her as his daughter nevertheless also revealed that he took his parental role too seriously.

"Now listen here kiddo. While I'm gone I expect no funny business between you and Looney. If you want to play games, watch videos, or even do some baking, sure. Go right ahead. But if even think of putting something in her drink, or coping a feel, I will make you suffer. Got it".

If she was being honest with herself, she wasn't sure which was worse.

The fact that Blitzo thought that an 8-year-old kid could force her to do something that he was still too young to do even IF he wanted a piece of ass.

Or the fact that Harry, despite having spent the past few months in the company of 6 natives of Hell, still possessed a lack of knowledge in regards to more…carnal relationships.

"Why would I want to cop a feel or put something in her drink? I mean, Loona already improves the flavor of her coffee by putting alcohol in it. So unless she asks me not to, why is it a big deal"?

Wisely choosing to refrain from pointing out that numerous beings in Hell had wanted to do more than look at her curvy ass, even Moxxie had been rather mesmerized by her behind when she first met him, Loona could only grin as Blitzo proved unable to answer this question.

"Well that's….uhhh. You see it's because…You know what kid just promise me if there is any touching on your end you'll keep your hands above her waist and below her shirt. Got it"?

His words earning a nod of acceptance from the confused looking wizard, whose eyes, while still retaining their original color, now bore a similarity with a certain reptile, Blitzo released a sigh of relief as he headed out the door.

"Alrighty then. Well now that we've cleared that up I'll be on my way. Looney there's money in the kitchen if you kids want to grab a pizza. And if Stolas shows up, tell him I'm out on a job".

Lazily waving her hand in acknowledgment, Loona waited until the Imp had left before she turned towards the snake-eyed 8-year-old.

"Sooo kid, what will it be? A marathon of Hell's greatest non pornagraphic cinematic productions? A contest to see which one can eat the most junk food in a minute? Breaking into Blitz's personal safe"?

Though only throwing in that last one as a joke, for despite her best efforts her adoptive father had managed to keep her out of that unbreakable box of blackened metal, Loona felt a small smirk cross her features as Harry held up the wand she had secretly helped create.

"Well, I know its not as fun as picking a lock with your claw, or using da…I mean Moxxie's letter opener as a makeshift key. But I have been reading about this spell that is supposed to open any lock that isn't protected by powerful enchantments sooooo..."

Deciding not to comment on the fact that Harry had almost used the 'D' word for the white-haired Imp, for she herself had gone through a similar stage when she was a pup, Loona lifted herself from the couch and proceeded to head towards Blitzo's bedroom.

"I like where your head's at Harry. Tell you what, if you manage to get it open, and there happens to be a nice pile of cash inside, why don't you decide what we should order. Blitz said to order in after all. And I don't know about you, but I don't think a pizza is gonna cut it".

Earning a slightly mischievous smile from the trailing wizard, the Hellhound let out a bark of laughter at his helpful suggestion.

"How about 3 pizzas, an order of cheesy bread, AND one of those drinks that makes you feel warm inside. Millie says that as long as I don't have enough to make my head spin I can drink it. Though for some reason Moxxie is always worried about me developing a habit".

Nodding her head in agreement, though she knew she wouldn't let things escalate to that point, Loona's expression gained a slyer tone as she finally caught sight of her target.

"Sounds like a plan. And if you manage to get this baby open in the next 4 minutes, I'll not only let you decide what toppings we get, but I'll also let you pick the first movie of the even…".

"Alohomora".

Hearing the unmistakable click of the safe being unlocked, and seeing that there was indeed piles of cash inside, Loona could only smirk as Harry gloated in his victory.

"So I was thinking 1 with extra cheese, one with pepperoni, and one with mushrooms, pepperoni, green peppers AND pineapple. And for the movie, how bout Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail"?

"Sounds good kid. Sounds good".

…..

"Of all the Imps in Hell,

It's for her/him that I fell,

Oh Millie".

Leaning in to smooch his beloved wife, whose reaction to his song had been the same as it was last year, Moxxie kept one eye open to ensure that there would be no interruptions this time.

And to his great satisfaction, there was nothing.

No sudden movements coming from the black out curtains.

No appliance doors opening on their own.

Everything was perfect.

Just him, his special lady, and a wrapped package that his wife had gotten for this very occasion.

Feeling her pull away, Moxxie felt his face split into a lovestruck grin as Millie proceeded to grab the package and head for their bedroom.

"I'll be right back sweetie. You just stay there and get comfortable".

Dumbly nodding his head as his eyes followed his wife's swaying hips, the white-haired Imp waited until he heard the door close before he proceeded to double-check that he had everything prepared for what was about to happen.

"Okay let's see. Lube? Check. Hand cuffs? Check. Ball gag? Check. Special little V pills to ensure that I can keep going after round 4? Ughh...check"

Frowning in mild displeasure as he stared at the little bottle, not because he was ashamed that he needed them to keep up with his energetic wife but because the owner of the company who made them was one of the more distasteful Overlords that existed in Hell, Moxxie quickly hid the bottle as he heard the sultry voice of his wife.

"You ready for me Sweetie"?

Opening his mouth to answer that particular question, even though he was sure that his still covered crotch could have done the job for him, the white-haired Imp felt his words die in this throat as Millie slinked out of their bedroom.

Wearing a black leather outfit that barely covered her small, yet perky breasts and the small tight slit that rested between her legs.

Doing his best to recover his ability to speak, something that was rather difficult since his wife put an extra sway into her hips as she slowly approached him, Moxxie could only manage four words as he saw Millie slowly caress her favorite toy.

"What's our safe word"?

Earning a giggle from the red-skinned seductress, who proceeded to plop down into his lap before unbuttoning his shirt, the white-haired Imp could only release a groan of pleasure as his wife proceeded to answer his question with a kiss that could put any succubus to shame.

Of course, if he had been able to think clearly, something that was rather hard to do with the feeling of Millie's shapely and scantily covered behind wiggling in his lap, he might have noticed that a certain closet door was not only slightly open but also glowing with a red light.

But since he was seconds away from enjoying the benefits of having a wife who never had an issue in proving that she was a maniac both in an out of the sack, his attention was drawn elsewhere.

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Annnnnnnd gonna leave it there for now. A nice early Valentines gift for you all.

Once again pleased to see the amount of support people have for this story, one of my best if I do say so myself lol.

Hopefully I will be returning to my other favored crossover fic soon. But no promises since I am in either a military state of mind, or one where a abused kid gets a chance to have a loving family with a bunch of badass killers.

On that note, should probably clarify that I have NOT decided whether I should stay true to cannon timeline (i.e. the 80's) or just advance it a few years. If only for humor purposes.

Anyways, once again big thanks to Darkscythe Drake for helping me with editing/being a sounding board.

Plz review. No flames.

Til next time.