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Hayden woke up, after another great night of sleep. The reason was obvious, his sister was sleeping in the guest bedroom. He still couldn't believe it, just a month ago they found each other again after so long.

He sat at the table, taking occasional sips from his cup of coffee, while he went through his drawing book. Specifically, he looked for drawings of the hellhound. He had one full page devoted to them. He was a very well-built hell-creature, big and burly almost like a caricature for a strong alpha male.

Hayden looked at drawings of Spawn and compared them. Spawn was well built and muscular but not THAT muscular. There was also another thing: "Why the hell are hellhounds anthros?" Hayden shuddered at the thought, "That's asking for trouble. Whoever created Hell must've been taking the piss, ugh…"

Hayden then noticed the drawing of Johnny Bravo next to a drawing of Vortex with the caption: "Johnny Bravo Lookin' Ass LMAO!" which made him giggle.

Yet according to the drawings and his memories, this Vortex chap was apparently a very good friend of his when he was Spawn. Interesting…

"Morning…" A soft voice came from behind him,

Hayden stood up and spun around and saw Charlotte. Her hair she usually keeps in immaculate condition now, an unruly mop that the term "bedhead" couldn't do justice.

"Morning Char!" He pulled her into a hug, which she gratefully returned. "You must have had a good night?" He blew some of her hair from his face.

Charlotte snickered and rubbed her eyes, "Yeah it was great, thanks." She pulled away and sat down at the table. She quickly noticed his drawing book. "I hope I didn't damage it too badly."

Hayden chuckled as he remembered their first interaction, "Nah, don't worry, most of it was just rough doodles."

Charlotte looked at the drawings, noticing the high level of artistic skill they were drawn with "What do you consider "rough doodles?"

He shrugged at her, "The reason I brought this out was to ask you, if you know who this is." He pointed at the hellhound. Charlotte looked at it for a moment.

"No, I've never seen him before. How'd you know him?" she asked.

The moon hovered above the crimson-red sky. Spawn; the Prince of Hell himself, leaned against a flickering lamp post on the sidewalk of a desolate, deserted road, a cigar lazily from his mouth. The gentle breeze provided the only company as well as the soft sound of his cape that waved gently behind him. He puffed the smoke from his lungs as he checked his watch and glanced side to side.

"Where the fuck are they?" He whispered to himself. He took one final inhale from his cigar and disintegrated it in his hand.

He was then shoved onto the ground. He looked up and saw a hellhound standing over him. "Give me your wallet!" Spawn slowly stood up, and his green eyes glowed. The Hellhound stepped back and bowed down. "Prince of Hell," he said.

Spawn rolled his eyes and grabbed the scruff of his neck, pulling the hellhound up to his feet. "Vortex. Never do that again."

"Just making sure you don't forget Spawn!" he teased, pushing himself off him.

"Fucking hell," Spawn said with annoyance, "the reason I hang out with you is to forget I'm a prince!"

"Yeah, whatever…" Vortex said leaning on the pole beside him, "How've you been?"

Spawn huffed, "Same old shit. Lucifer continues to be a foppish prick and Lilith pretends I don't exist."

"And your sister?" Vortex asked tentatively.

A small smile crossed his face, "She's good. She is one of my only friends in the ocean of high society snobs I need to deal with." Vortex nodded, he was the only one who knew about his close relationship with his sister, everyone else thought they hated each other.

A pair of headlights pierced through the darkness like gleaming eyes, and the sound of an engine grew louder. Spawn looked at the road and noticed a car speeding down towards them. "Speak of the devil!" a convertible pulled up alongside the two. "What took you so long?!"

"Sorry!" The bubbly succubus behind the wheel said, "It took a bit longer to find an unlucky bastard's car to steal!"

Vortex chuckled, "Well, Gemma, you're here now!" He hopped into the backseat next to an imp.

"Hey!" The imp called out, "Watch it!"

"Well, you should've moved your fat ass out of the way! Mox!" Spawn climbed into the passenger seat.

"So what's on the agenda tonight?" Gemma asked with a smile.

Spawn smirked, "Just follow my directions."

"Fore!" Spawn shouted as he launched an expensive-looking vase into the sky. Moxxie fired a pair of M1911 handguns, shattering the vase, the noise echoing through the junkyard they were standing in.

"Nice shot!" Spawn complimented as the broken ceramic hit the ground. Moxxie smiled and reloaded his guns. "You're a crack-shot assassin, Mox!"

Vortex loaded an RPD that Spawn gave him for his birthday. "Where'd you get all this stuff from?" Gemma asked as she loaded her double-barreled shotgun.

"Stole most of it from mansions that Lucifer and Lilith make me go to." Spawn dug through a pile of artefacts and heirlooms that he had stored in the junkyard over many months. The original plan was to sell them, but he didn't need money, he had plenty of that. "It's not like they just can't afford it."

He grabbed a shield with crossed swords with a highly detailed coat of arms etched on it. "This one's free-for-all!" He leaned it on a pile of bricks. "Lock and load!"

"Is that the Goetia Coat of Arms?" Moxxie asked in disbelief.

"Yeah…" He said, nonchalantly as he pulled out a pair of AK-47s and using his chains flicked off the safety.

Moxxie stared at him with slight concern, Spawn huffed, "If it makes you feel any better, that servant they fired work for me now…"

Gemma rolled her eyes playfully in the imp's direction, "You worry too much, M."

Everyone stood in a line and aimed their weapons at the shield, Mox scurried up Spawn's back and stood on his shoulder.

"FIRE!"

The sound of gunfire rang out as they employed hundreds of rounds into the shield. Vortex subconsciously let out a battle cry as he fired his RPD, the only natural response to full auto-ing an LMG.

In no time at all the shield was reduced to nothing more than a few pieces of smoldering metal on the ground.

Spawn used his chains to flick out the magazines out of his AKs. "Well that was fun…" Spawn said somewhat flatly. The others acknowledged with mumbled confirmations as they checked over their weapons, "Beer Time!"

"Yeah!" The group cheered.

"Wow," Charlotte said, "That's a whole lot of detail."

"Yeah, some dreams are like that," he glanced down at his drawings, "especially the happier memories."

"You know I would be disappointed in you for stealing the Goetia Coat of Arms but I'm honestly impressed."

Hayden shrugged, "I guess I was a piece of work when I was a prince." There was a hint of remorse in Hayden's eyes.

Charlie took notice and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Well given how Da- uh, Lucifer treated you it is kind of understandable."

"That was a long time ago Char, there's little point dwelling in the past. But it never hurts getting it off your chest." Hayden said with a slight smile, "So does the name Vortex, Moxxie or Gemma mean anything to you?"

Charlotte thought for a moment, "No, not really…" she said, stretching her head.

Hayden shrugged, "Well it doesn't matter, they're just average demons, they probably are dead or something."

"Well, no one in hell remembers you Hayden." She said in realisation, "Lucifer must have cast a spell over Hell to ensure that."

Hayden looked away for a moment, "Clever bastard," he shook his head, "But that's all I wanted to say this morning. I don't want your first day here to be boring."

Charlotte smiled at him, "Don't worry Hayden." she reassured, "I'm sure we'll both have stories to share."

Hayden stood up and closed his drawing book. "Well, I have a small plan for today, so if you can get ready…" Charlotte's eyes lit up and she bolted to her room to get dressed. Hayden giggled, "she's like a kid. Who can blame her?"

Hayden decided to take Charlotte to the mall. Luckily, it was during school hours so it was relatively slow, there were still many people but Hayden had seen much worse.

Charlotte had put on some makeup to hide her rosy cheeks. Her pale skin was unusual but Hayden had seen many humans with pale skin and Charlotte would at least blend in.

Speaking of Charlotte, she was looking around in wonder, like a kid in a candy store. Hayden was amused at her reaction, this was a mall he visited frequently, as a result, it was an everyday thing for him.

"Doesn't Hell have malls?" He asked her quietly.

Charlotte turned to him, "Yeah, but this one is clean, sanitary, and civil."

"Why do I always forget those details?" Hayden said to himself, you didn't have to be from hell to use your imagination and logic. "Let's try to leave the demonic stuff for when we're at home, okay?" He said to her.

Their first stop was a cafe, they sat down at an empty table as they waited for their beverages.

"I still feel bad that you're paying Char…" Hayden explained as he eased himself into his seat.

Charlotte held up her hand, "I don't want to hear it… Please don't feel guilty, Hayden."

"If you say so." The waitress arrived shortly after and placed a mug of coffee in front of Hayden and a strawberry smoothie in front of Charlotte. As the waitress walked back to the counter, Hayden noticed Charlotte's smoothie had two straws.

"She must've thought we were a couple…" Hayden said in embarrassment and slight anger.

Charlotte smirked mischievously, "Well, that is the perfect cover if you think about it…" Hayden sputtered in embarrassment, as she took a sip. "I dare you to take a sip." She said, pulling out her phone.

"Are you serious?" Hayden asked.

"Please!" She begged with puppy eyes.

Hayden rolled his eyes and leaned forward, taking a sip out of the other straw. Inadvertently he locked eyes with Charlotte who was looking at him with half lidded eyes. Hayden quickly pulled back and looked away in embarrassment and Charlotte leaned back and slapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh.

It was a good thing there weren't many people in the cafe…

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