Loona held the now-disguised Balin's hands through the Imp City streets as they walked all the way down to I.M.P, and no matter where they went, demons from nearly anywhere stopped to comment on him.

"Aww, what a cute puppy he is." cooed a succubus demon, as he and his hellhound girlfriend walked past.

"Oh. T-T-Thank you, sir." replied Balin anxiously. "You're very kind."

"So are you." said the succubus as the two walked away. "Bye-bye now."

"Well, what do ya know?" smirked Loona, speaking inside her head. "Three minutes and dudes are takin' a liking to him."

"Hey, can I whisper something to you, Loona?" the boy asked her.

"Sure thing, kiddo." Loona gently picked him up and let him close to one of her big perky ears.

Very quietly, the boy whispered to her: "I think the chocolate is working."

"Oh? Well, I'm glad."

"I mean, I am still sorry for wasting all your candy on myself." said a still-guilty Balin.

"Nah, don't worry about it." replied Loona, rubbing his back. "Most demons are real idiots. But hey, I think it's very creative too."

"Yeah..."

"Hello there." another demon stopped the two in their tracks. "My, my, you look so cute"

This demon was a hybrid sinner. Part witch, part swan.

"Thank you, ma'am?" Balin said feeling uncomfortable, while Loona smirked at what was actually his modesty.

Yep. Secretly, she thought it was adorable.

"Is it okay if I pet you real quick?" she asked him with a warm smile.

"Uhh, sure."

Balin lowered his head and exposed his fake ears to let her work her magic. Her touch didn't really do much since hellhound ears are more sensitive to human ones, both hearing and touch. So Balin decided to play pretend the whole way through, but when the sinner started scratching his chin with her feather-like fingers, his foot shook up and down by his own instinct.

"Thank you, little hellpup." she said in gratitude, booping his nose. "You and your mama wolf have a happy day in Hell now."

"Uhh... whatever..." stuttered Loona as the sinner left.

Inside, she felt rather touched as well as awed, but mainly to see Balin act so cute like this.

AT I.M.P...

The two soon ventured off to I.M.P once again and eventually made it.

"Alright kiddo, we're here." Loona held the door open for the little boy as he gave a sigh of relief.

"Finally!"

"Quite the ordeal walking to work, huh?" Loona chuckled, stroking the boy's hound ears just for fun.

Fake or not, Balin didn't mind though, as he just blushed at her touch.

Soon, Loona perked her ears up to hear if anyone in the halls and if the gang were in the office for the day. And indeed they were, with someone else.

"Okay Balin, the coast is clear." she spoke, as they continued walking up the stairs and holding hands. "Now remember what I said yesterday about staying close to me outside the office at all times, and how we get into little fights inside? So no wandering off, and if things get too messy, you hide behind me or close to the others just in case. Understand?"

"Yes, Loona." nodded Balin.

"Starting with this client up here, for example..." continued Loona.

"Client? Is the client a demon too?" asked the boy in confusion.

"Ooh, shit... He doesn't know how we kill our targets yet." the hellhound said in her head. With a clear of her throat, Loona spent the next minute explaining the business model to the little boy, who was surprised at what he was hearing.

"So, people who come here when they die pay you to kill the bad people who hurt them on Earth?"

"Pretty much..." shrugged Loona, twirling her head in slight... shame.

"So, you guys really are like superheroes?" Balin then showed a small smile of some kind.

"Yeah. Pretty much." Loona showed a small smile as well, in a more calm sounding tone.

She suddenly felt the kid hugging her, snugging into her waist.

"Thank you!"

"Thank me? For what?" asked Loona as she gave him back rubs.

"For helping to get rid of the bad guys." replied Balin. "I guess, monsters really do exist in my world."

"Hey, hey, come on now, you may be living with us for a while, but let's not lose our heads." Loona sympathised him rubbing his head next. "Just think about all the good things that happen there, like we discussed earlier, huh?"

"Alright." sighed the boy.

With that, Balin broke the hug and Loona opened the door to the office. Suddenly...

"BOO!"

Millie tried to jump-scare the child in front of their faces at the door, and it worked, making her laugh her head off and Loona snicker some.

"Why hello there my..." Millie helped him up. She was about to caress him, but decided to play around some more seeing his disguise. "Who are you, little one?"

"Aunty Millie?" the disguised little boy said. "It's me. Balin."

"No... I don't remember a hellpup named Balin. But I do remember a HUMAN named Balin." the ballsy imp then started sniffing around him like a dog. "And he certainly didn't smell like white chocolate, or milk chocolate, or look like the cutest little puppy-guppy I've ever seen...!"

Saying all that to him, Millie soon had Balin cornered at the corner of the wall nearby. Right where she wanted him.

"I can't take it! I need to tickle my human!" she playfully exclaimed as she tickled Balin's tummy again.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Who's ticklish? Are you ticklish?" she cooed. "Ohh!"

"Aunty Millie...! Hahahahaha! I'm gonna pee!" laughed Balin some more.

Moxxie watched this scene unfold, his wife warming his heart, and Blitzø heard the laughing from the office, peaking his head through the door for a bit before returning to his client.

The boss admittedly adored the sight of his crew getting to know the kid some more.

"So, let me get this straight forward." he continued speaking to his client, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. "You want us to off an entire chorus line of ballet dancers who ridiculed your original plays?"

"Which would've raved reviews by now!" added the client in a Romanian accent.

The client was a penguin-like imp with razor-sharp feathers and body fat underneath his belly that changes colour. The only features that were more penguin-like were the yellow neck and the orange beak.

"Right... and... look, I'm not as against ballet dancing kids as I am with..."

"Oh ho, fuck no pal, these aren't kids." interrupted the client. "They're over-14's."

"Teenagers, eh? Meh, that's a demographic I can live with." shrugged Blitzø. "So how did they crush your... Oh! Dramatic Earth dreams?"

"Well, first off, that's a stereotype." the client started explaining. "Second..."

FLASHBACK:

As he screams, the client's ballet dancers were in a kill circle as they watched two of them tug and pull at his body, which was much taller when he was alive, like a rag doll as his limbs were about to be torn off.

FLASBACK ENDS

Blitzø was frozen in shock at what part he just heard.

"Why those goddamn little angels?" the client pretended to shed a tear.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but the belief you have on angels is kinda..." Blitzø tried telling the client about the Extermination Day, but as lazy as he was, he decided to let it play out on his own since he was a newbie.

Typical Blitzø.

"Let's just say every once a year, you might wanna stay indoors for a little COVID appreciation day." he finished.

Noted." the client spoke again, before handing out a few handmade playbills to Blitzø. "And thirdly..."

These playbills featured shows that he had written for his old home's community theatre, yet had the word "NOT CHOSEN" stamped on them.

Blitzø closely studied each of their names: "celle d'Adèle", "Oceans of Blue", and "Pommel Horse". Before long, hesoon came to an understanding.

"Okay Mr. Norwood, you've got yourself a done fuckin' deal."

"Already?" the client said with a little bold modesty. "Well, as long as it's no trouble."

"We'll do the best we can, sir. Nobody talks bullshit about horses and gets away with it." Blitzø ominously said, before shaking the client's fins... by accident.

"Christ on a stick, you got sharp hands." he cringed.

"Yeah... I didn't like being touched in the human world after all." shrugged the client.

"You and my daughter both." cringed Blitzø more.

Meanwhile, the others were waiting outside the office. As Moxxie filed some more paperwork and Loona sat at her desk on her phone, Millie laid on the couch with Balin snuggled up in her tail, kissing his cheeks as she brushed his hair with the tail's tip.

Not long into the moment, Blitzø walked out of the office with the client... and a fresh bandage over his hand, making him do an invisible hand-shake with him.

"Pleasure doing business with you." he said. "And remember, on Wednesdays, if we finish this job under an hour, consider it a free kill."

"Uh, one moment, good sir." Moxxie bowed to the client, before approaching Blitzø for a whisper. "Honestly. How you keep implying these empty ideal promises, I will never know."

"Well maybe, I would know not to, if you didn't make me..."

Blitzø quiet threatening was cut off by Loona's growling as she angrily pointed to Balin safe in Millie's embrace.

"Uhh... make me do something early! Idiot!" finished Blitzø, as he then showed a panicked smile to Loona.

"Better. Or, I don't care." she flatly mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Hope it all goes smoothly, nonetheless." the client said picking up his briefcase. "And uh, you mind if I add a smaller request?"

"Normally we don't do things according to script." thought Blitzø. "We usually just grab whatever... stuff that can kill a target, single or grouped, and the rest is the piece of cake that people say filled with jam at first."

"But for the sake of all things theatrical, I guess we can squeeze one thing in." added Moxxie.

"Right. You tell those no-good 'angels' that the Vee's send their greetings." he spoke, gaining the imps' attention. "That my shows 'show' them I've at least gained their trust as a choreographer and an artist! A job where they don't rip each other apart! ...Occasionally!"

"Then I suggest you quit being a drama queer if you don't want ME to rip you apart." Loona threatened the sinner. "And I don't want the kid seeing that, Shakespeare."

The client then ran out the door with his briefcase as Moxxie went 'tisk, tisk, tisk.'

"Sober BUT still late and aggressive." he said. "Basically a go-to on how to fuck up a work day."

"MOXX!" growled Millie like an angry dog, as she nudged her head at the weary-eyed Balin. "Child here!"

Moxxie then apologised in a nervous chuckle.

"You know Fatty, for an 'uncle', this isn't exactly your good first impression." teased Loona with a grin as she looked at her phone.

"Oh, really? And what was YOUR first impression?" Moxxie fired back with a smirk.

"Guys...?" Balin started waking up on Millie's warm chest, making the two stop fighting already.

"Yeah, sweetie-pie?" asked Millie.

"What's... what's the Vee's"

Millie then gasped, realising they forgot about that part of Hell. "Oh my God!" She then started shivering.

"Never fear, Millie my dear." said Moxxie bravely.

"Gay." coughed Blitzø after Moxxie said that.

"Balin, come with me. Time for a little history lesson." The boy then walked into the board room as Moxxie followed.

"MY... first impression" he said to Loona, who attempted to throw an empty booze bottle at him, making him close the door fast.

"Well, c'mon ladies." sighed Blitzø, as the rest of the gang followed. "We can always wait until the intermission."

A FEW MOMENTS LATER...

With everyone gathered at the table in the board room, Moxxie pulled out and showed Balin a magical book, which explained the true origin and history of Hell.

"You probably don't know how the world you know was created yet, don't you?" he began speaking, as Balin shook his head in response. "Well, while you're at too early an age, what I'm gonna do is adjust you to your new life in Hell in one of the best ways we can. And that way... is THIS way."

Moxxie then opened the book, sending magical sparks flying out of the pages and around the board room.

"Ooh! Ahh!" Balin and Millie went.

Loona looked up from her phone flat at first, but even she was secretly drawn by what they were witnessing.

Blitzø then turned out the lights, making the magic more translucent in the dark.

"Moxx, where the hell did you get that book?" the boss asked him.

"The library, sir." the white-haired imp replied. "I've been practicing this mainly the whole last night."

"I thought he was trying to make the recipes he stinks at cooking come to life." Blitzø whispered to Millie, holding at his camcorder and scratching his chin, which indicated he was watching them sleep again.

With a clearing of his throat, Moxxie told the history of Hell with the magical sparks portraying everything he's saying.

MOXXIE - "At the start of the mankind, before the existence of Heaven and Hell's rivalry, there was a group of angels that used the power of light to shield the kingdom of Heaven from all of evil nature. They were called the Seraphim. But there's a catch. Someone you may've heard of quite a frank, someone named Lucifer, was one of them."

Balin went 'WOW!' at this surprising knowledge. Who in the world of kids knew Lucifer was a fallen angel?

MOXXIE - "During his time in Heaven, while the Seraphim watched over the world's joy over evil, Lucifer had ideas of his own and desired to share them. But when it came to their order, they were labelled as dangerous. So they continued building the world in their own way, and it all began with the one event most humans call the beginning of Earth."

"Adam and Eve?" asked Balin, raising his hand like a school kid.

MOXXIE- "Yes indeed. Adam and Eve. But before Eve, there was another fair maiden who Adam was paired with, named Lilith. The two were meant to live following the order Heaven created for the world they were given, the one they'd leave behind for you. But today, it's only shattered, because Adam used that will to control Lilith, she fled the Garden of Eden and met Lucifer. Drawn by each other's free will, the two fell in love, and with love came a tree."

Blitzø snickered to himself. "With love, came a tree?"

MOXXIE- "Together, the two offered Adam's new bride, Eve, a bite of the forbidden fruit of knowledge. When she took it, the order was broken. All of evil finally made its way to Earth. Noted as the suspects of the chaos, Heaven banished Lucifer and Lilith from Heaven and cast down here, where they could never see the good and the light they'd help bring. Only the bad and the evil they left behind. And just like that, heaven, hell. Angels, demons."

"Wow." said Balin, mesmerised by Moxxie's story.

"You see buddy, the hardest part about our world is that, yours may believe we're behind the evil running amok up there. But Heaven are the ones to blame, because of how selfish they were."

"I know how that feels." Balin sighed, remembering his experience with the witness protection judge. "But why is Heaven to blame?"

"Because they didn't listen to Lucifer's ideas." he continued. "Some ideas take time, but believing theirs came quicker, the angels focused on their own. Sure Lucifer may have done it the wrong way, but sometimes, as painful as it is, ... it's the wrong that makes the most right of differences."

"U-Uncle Moxxie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are angels... evil?" asked the boy.

The entire gang gasped and had worried looks on their faces, Moxxie especially.

"Moxx..." asked Blitzø next. "Are you sure you wanna, you know... tell him this?"

"Well, uh, well, what choice do we have, sir?" he replied. "If the next you-know-whats are coming in a few more months, and he's here for it, we might as well."

"But at what costs Moxxie? He's a kid." said Loona with concern, making the other imps look at her in surprise. "And at 7-years-old? He'll be crushed already."

"I, uhh, I..." Moxxie started stuttering.

"Even if that's the reason we tell him, is that what you want?" Loona continued asking him.

Moxxie then took a very long think about this, looking deep into his friends' worried eyes, including Balin's curious ones.

He really didn't know what to say to this.

A/N: See y'all in the next chapter.