The food in Blood Burger was as good as ever. Tex was having a quadruple cheeseburger with onion crisps in it and barbecue sauce. Both of them had free drinks too, and nothing can be better than a gold lunch together as good friends.

While Cody was eating nonchalantly, Tex was just scarfing his entire food down his throat.

The burly hellhound must have been hungry otherwise he wouldn't have ordered himself a sporgus board. "Oh yeah." said Tex with his mouth full. "That's the stuff."

"How do you pay for that?" Said Cody, looking a little grossed out by his friend's eating habit.

After gulping down a few more chicken fingers, Tex finally said: "before me and Bee went Splitsville, she gave me ay least five-hundred grand to help myself."

"That makes sense." said Cody. "How many more burgers do you need to eat?" He smirked. "I mean, where do you put it all?"

"I honestly don't know. But i can go for one more quadruple barbecue burger right now." Tex patted his muscular tummy and got out of the booth to do just that, leaving Cody alone for a minute.

Looking around at the place again, the kid heard the sound of a small applause by many restaurants customers. "Oh shit, it's Lemmy!" said a female customer

"Lemmy!" A male one said.

"Give me some space people, give me some space!" Said a gruff British voice. "Even i need to eat too."

Where did Cody hear a name like that before? Lemmy. He swore he could have heard it somewhere. It rung a bell in his head... but how?" This celebrity was wearing black clothes and had a goatee that was clear around his chin, On top of that, he was wearing a badass-looking hat similar to a cowboy a little. His skin was red similar to a bunch of demons living down here in this evil-looking cesspool. His horns were curled back like an Aoudad. The horns were also piercing through the hat so there wouldn't be holes in it or ruin it.

"Wish the fans would give me some fucking piece, as much as I love them." then looking at Cody caught his attention, and his eyes widened. "Well, what do you know." said him. "The only human boy living in Hell right now." then he gave a smirk. His voice is definitely a British one. "And i love your shirt, little one." he pointed at Cody's "Great Southern Trendkill Shirt" as well. "A kid with great taste."

"Thank you. Cody smiled. "And... are you?"

the badass-looking man nodded his head. "Lemmy." he simply replied.

The human boy was shocked to see that the bell in his head rang true. This man. This... very person that was meeting Cody right now was the frontman, bassist, and one of the greatest metal musicians of all time. Lemmy Kilmister himself. First the Three Stooges and now him.

"Oh my god." said Cody, whose face turned into a smile. "I love your music."

"Thank you. Nice to see a young fan loving heavy metal music, unlike many kids listening to shitty music today."

"Well i'm not one of those kids." the boy pointed. "But what are you doing down here and not in heaven?"

Lemmy frowned and plainly said: "It's embarrassing but... i was agnostic before i passed."

"Agnostic?"

"It's complicated. But, you're... Toby, right?"

"Cody."

"My apologies. Mind if I sit with you?"

"Of course." Cody smiled.

"Thank you, young man. Thank you." he sat in the chair across from Cody. "You're the talk of Hell down here, Cody. The way you sang at Lucifer's party before, fucking awesome!"

The boy smiled at being praised from a famous musician. "Thank you, Lemmy.

"Holy Satan." said Vortex. "Lemmy Kilmister!" he smiled and shook hands with the deceased rock star. "I'm a big fan of your music."

"And who might you be?" asked the musician

"Oh, name's Vortex."

"Wait... i saw you on TV in Satan's party. On the drums."

"Yep. That's me." Tex smiled. "Never thought into a major badass like you, Lemmy."

"me neither." Cody admitted. "So what brings you here?"

"Just thought I get some grub." Lemmy said. "You know Cody, it really made me sad to see that there are so many kids that listen to the shitty pop and... hip-hop music. If one can even call it that." then he blew out a cigarette. "Back in my hayday, music was good. Minus Madonna and her shit, but it had much more meaning than today."

"There are some good bands today." Cody pointed. "Alter Bridge, Black Label Society,"

"Heh. True. You have a nice taste. And i wish Beelzebub had a better taste in music instead of her pop trash."

"That's my ex you're talking about." said the male hellhound.

"Oh! S-sorry. I don't hate her. Just her music."

"No, it's ok. She has some enemies too."

"So Lemmy, what does Agnostic mean?" Cody asked him again

"As i mentioned," the legendary musician pointed. "It's a complicated topic. But to shorten it out, it is a belief that one has who doesn't believe in any god or deity watches over us. Why did you think i wrote the song Bad Religion before?"

"Oh."

"When i died and was proven wrong when God judged me, i never felt so ashamed in my entire life."

"Don't be too hard on yourself." said Tex. "You're not the only one."

"I know. So apparently, according to God, agnostic people like me just go straight down here to Hell."

"Sorry you ended up down here." Cody gave him a sympathetic look. "My dad told me that you are a really nice guy."

"Ah, you cheeky." Lemmy flustered. "But i'm doing alright down here. Honestly, it fits my style. Better than in an angelic choir singing about praising God or Jesus for eternity. Heh, i guess Hell is not such a bad place after all. But i still spit in the eye of Satan." He rolled his eyes bitterly over the last part he said.

"So do you still write music or play bass?"

"I do play every once in a while kiddo. As for songwriting... i'm out of the game on that one."

"What? Why?"

"Well what can be the point? I've already left a big legacy in the rock and metal community. Honestly, there's no need to write any new songs anymore." Lemmy admitted.