AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry that this one took so long. Life got in the way in the form of two jobs taking up most of my time, getting sick twice, spending time with family over the holidays, and all that on top of hitting writer's block. Also, I apologize that I have no plans for the actual crossover with Hazbin Hotel in this particular fic, as I would rather wait to see how both that show and Helluva Boss plays out, as well as how TvFan2244 would tackle this first (although it might be a little hypocritical, given what's going to be in this chapter). But in any case, we're back with the follow-up to I.M.P.'s impromptu trip to Little Japan.

Enjoy the omake.

PRIDE RING, I.M.P. Headquarters

"No, I don't know if I should do that," mumbled Lincoln, who was sitting at the meeting room desk in his child form with a pen in hand and several papers in front of him. He stared at the paper while bouncing the pen against his cheek, brainstorming in deep thought.

"Hey, baby boy!" called Millie cheerfully, entering the meeting room and wrapping Lincoln into a hug behind him. "Wha'cha doing there?"

"Brainstorming…"

"Coming up with another one of your plans for our missions?"

"Well, not for the missions," corrected Lincoln. "I'm trying to think of things I'd like to do with all of you guys to make up for… you know… that night."

"Baby… you don't have to," reassured Millie, now more somber. "We're the ones who messed up, remember?"

"Even still, I feel like I could've handled that a little better," said Lincoln, feeling guilty as he recalled the events leading up to that moment and the fallout.

"Maybe," said Moxxie as he entered the meeting room, catching Lincoln and Millie's attention. "But I say you've been doing more than enough for all of us."

"I don't know," said Lincoln. "I mean, I feel like I could be doing more with all of you."

"Well, maybe not a whole lot. After all, you're still twelve years old, so we can't just show you every form of entertainment in Hell."

"Yeah, there's that…"

"I don't know!" piped up Blitzø, poking his head into the meeting room. "Kid's growing up really fast! I'd say he's ready to learn about adult entertainment!"

"SIR/BLITZØ!" shouted Moxxie and Millie indignantly.

"You know I'm right!" retorted Blitzø, smiling cheekily. "He's gotta learn sooner than later!" As he finished his suggestion, he ducked under a projectile tossed at him by Millie before exiting and whooping like Zoidberg.

"Don't listen to him, baby," assuaged Millie, rubbing Lincoln's shoulder. "You can learn about that when you're actually an adult."

"Besides, I'm thinking you'll have some difficulty figuring out how to spend time with our boss," added Moxxie.

"Okay, yeah, you got a point there," conceded Lincoln, placing his pen down on the table as he leaned back into his chair. "But I can't just leave off with lecturing all of you guys about that night."

"Well, we can figure it out together some time later," suggested Millie consolingly.

"I guess, but then there's also the others…"

"You can figure it out with them the next time you see them," said Moxxie.

"In the meantime, how about you tell us about how and why you came back from Kamurocho the other night with bruises on your face?" asked Millie with a smile too wide for Lincoln's liking. Suddenly, he felt like he was back home with his parents scowling sternly at him for getting into trouble. "Don't you think you owe us an explanation, Lincoln?"

"Yes, I suppose we need to address that elephant in the room," agreed Moxxie.

Lincoln was afraid of this moment. He realized that if he were to be honest with his adoptive parents, as well as Loona and Blitzø, he not only had to explain the fight he got himself into that night, but also the strangers he talked to that same night and the night before. Steeling himself with a long inhale and exhale, Lincoln finally spoke, "Well, it's a bit of a long story."

Outside, Loona's ears perked and she looked away from her phone and towards the meeting room door. Similarly, Blitzø was in his office, but the door was slightly ajar, thus allowing him to listen in on Lincoln's confession as he leaned on the wall next to the door.

"I…" started Lincoln hesitatingly before continuing, "I got into a fight with some yakuza up top."

It took all of Millie's willpower to stop herself from blurting any exclamation of shock and horror. Instead, she opted to grab Lincoln's shoulder before asking in the calmest tone she could muster, "How?"

"Oh, crumbs…" uttered Moxxie anxiously.

"I don't know how exactly, but the worst part is that the ones I fought were the guys who were working for Go," clarified Lincoln, much to everyone else's horror.

"Shut the fuck up!" bellowed an aghast Loona, voicing everyone's thoughts while entering the meeting room. "How the fuck did you let them find you?!"

"Huh…" uttered Lincoln, looking down inquisitively as he pondered. "Now that you mention that: how did they find me? I guess I never thought about that because I was too busy fighting all of them and then thinking about how I was gonna make it up to all you guys for that night."

"Aww…" cooed Millie, pulling Lincoln in for a hug. "That's really sweet of ya, but you don't gotta be thinking about us all the time."

"Especially when you're the one in danger, Lincoln," added a concerned Moxxie. "How many of them were there?"

"There must've been over fifty of them," answered Lincoln with an exhausted sigh.

"Sweet Satan! And you beat them all by yourself?!"

"Actually, no. In fact, I was in a fairly public area, so I couldn't use my magic. I would've ended up a lot worse if it weren't for two guys who helped me out."

"Really?" asked Loona. "Anyone we know?"

"Unless you know the names Saejima and Kiryu." Moxxie, Millie, and Loona stared at him blankly, confirming his thoughts. "Yeah, I thought not. But anyways, they helped me out big time. Man, were they something…"

"They were that tough?" asked Millie, her interest piqued.

"I mean, I didn't get to see them at their very best, but if you want my personal opinion, I'd say they're even stronger than Ryuji."

"Holy fuck…" gasped a surprised Loona. "Dude, you should've snapped some pics."

"After how that night ended?" asked Lincoln rhetorically.

"Oh… right…"

"I do have to ask, Lincoln," started Moxxie. "Did you observe how those two fought? Because I couldn't help but notice that your skills have improved tremendously when you fought in that coliseum, even more so than what Millie trained you in."

"I did, actually," answered Lincoln with a smile. "How could I not? They had so many cool moves that I had to try them out for myself. In fact, I actually wish you guys were there to watch. I think you guys would've learned a lot of cool moves just by watching them."

"What, you implying we're not cool enough?" sassed Loona with a playful glare.

"Hey, that's what you're inferring," Lincoln countered playfully. "Besides, if I took inspiration to improve my fighting skills, you guys would have a field day with them."

"Well, since you were the one who saw the whole thing, how about you show us some of them next time we train?" proposed Moxxie.

"Ooh! That sounds like an awesome idea!" concurred Millie excitedly.

"Well, as long as it's not like the day we went into the beast forest," commented Lincoln.

"Aww, but that's the day you called me and Mox 'mom' and 'dad'…"

"Yeah, but still… could've done without almost getting mauled and eaten by monsters."

"What do I keep telling you, intern?!" called Blitzø from his office.

"Take what I can get, I know, I know," grumbled Lincoln. "I'm starting to realize that's a grown-up catchphrase."

"That just means you're growing up!" said Millie encouragingly.

"With a very extreme transition, I might add," added Moxxie hesitantly. "Speaking of which, back to the previous topic, when you finished that fight with those two other humans, were you followed?"

"No," said Lincoln. "I made sure to check that I wasn't followed before I summoned a portal to come back down here."

"Oh, good. I can't imagine what would've happened if either of them saw you do that."

TOKYO, JAPAN, Kamurocho, Millennium Tower

Meanwhile…

"[So you're telling me you saw some foreigner open up a magic portal and went inside to God-knows-where]?" Majima asked Saejima as they sat at a cafe table. "[And that he has something to do with that big-ass meat pile of corpses we found in this tower]?"

"[I don't think he personally killed them, but what I saw him do does match up with what those punks have been saying about their boss making a deal with a demon," answered Saejima.

"[Pfft, right, and I was Okita Soji in a past life," chuffed Majima sarcastically. "[What say you, Daigo]?"

Both he and Saejima turned to the third occupant of their table, who sat back in his chair with his arms crossed and looking down at the table in deep contemplation. Finally, he turned to his two colleagues and addressed to them, "[If what you said is true, Saejima, then it'd be in our best interest that we don't pursue this any further unless it directly interferes with our business. We currently have no means to pursue that mysterious young man, especially if he's supposedly a demon from Hell. Our best chance at learning anything more about this besides interrogating the remainder of Go Kodou's men is to wait until that man or someone else he's associated with approaches us or Go's men]."

"[Feh…]" scoffed Majima. "[Like we're gonna be that lucky to run into that kid again]."

"[Then it's best we leave this be unless it becomes a big-ass problem again," suggested Saejima.

"I wonder if I'll run into them again," pondered Lincoln. "They didn't just help me with the fight."

"What do you mean?" inquired Moxxie.

"Oh…" blurted Lincoln, realizing he had spoken the last part louder than he hoped. "Well… see, the thing is… I actually met them once before that big fight up top."

"What?!" exclaimed Lincoln's coworkers.

"When exactly was that?!" asked Millie frantically, grabbing Lincoln by the shoulders. Needless to say, Lincoln was uncomfortable, not just from Millie's actions, but also due to all his coworkers' eyes on him. Now he truly felt that familiar sensation of his human parents scolding and grounding him for getting into trouble, such as when he and his sisters caused trouble at a hotel over the weekend, or when they fought over a quarter in the living room sofa, or when he stalled his parents from the parent-teacher conference, or when he and his sisters accidentally injured Flip and tried to cover it up from his parents until he healed and—

'Wow, I got into a lot of trouble up top than I did down here,' thought Lincoln with surprise. 'In fact, this might be the first time that Moxxie and Millie are gonna scold and possibly ground me.'

"Well, the first time was after we did that rooftop parkour run after I spent some time with Verosika," clarified Lincoln. "Then the second time was after… I yelled at you guys and left that night…"

With that, the atmosphere instantly shifted to complete awkwardness, as Lincoln's coworkers looked away, feeling ashamed about that night. Blitzø was still out of sight in his office, but even he, in a rare moment, felt remorseful, especially since that night started the domino effect that put his team in danger in Little Japan.

Shaking out of her guilty stupor, Millie asked, "So what happened the first time?"

With a heavy sigh, Lincoln relayed the events of the night after he had exhausted himself by spending time with everyone, resulting in an accidental meeting with a seemingly brutish man who ended up being more amicable and cordial than anticipated, evidenced by him giving Lincoln some important life advice. Then he recalled the time spent with his coworkers afterwards that exhausted him even further until it culminated in the eruption of emotions that night, followed by Lincoln taking his unceremonious leave to be by himself once again, only to end up meeting Kiryu. He recounted another small talk he had with the new stranger, just to be given another life advice to sit down and have a conversation with his demonic friends. Then Lincoln recapped how he was somehow ambushed by a bunch of yakuza, only for the two strangers who gave him meaningful life advice to come to his aid.

It went without saying, but his coworkers were completely stunned by their young ward's recollection of his crazy adventure.

"You have some of the craziest adventures without us," remarked Loona, crossing her arms and shaking her head with humor. "And that's counting even before you met us."

"I'm just glad that you're safe and sound," said Moxxie to Lincoln with a smile.

"And ya got to bust some heads!" added Millie happily before she pulled Lincoln in for another death grip hug.

" *GRK* Choking! Not… breathing!" Lincoln choked out, his face turning blue yet again, prompting Moxxie to pull out a crowbar to pry Millie off of him yet again. "And people wonder why I have issues!"

Lincoln had spent the majority of the day racking his brain for potential ideas for activities to spend time with the others while performing his usual daily duties. However, the more he thought about the people he wanted to make amends with, the more he realized the true problem in his predicament. Everyone had their own interests that were more extreme than the activities Lincoln was used to, let alone took interest in. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he started to see that he had almost nothing in common with everyone else's interests.

"And I don't think a compatibility test is gonna help me on this," Lincoln remarked to himself. "Not like it did with me and Clyde. Heck, maybe not like it did with my sisters with Lisa's compatibility test."

At first, it was hard for him to connect with his coworkers because he was a human living a relatively normal and safe life while they went through literal Hell since birth. Then, there was also the issue that his existence had to remain a secret while he was trapped in Hell, which made it difficult to spend quality time with his coworkers. Finally, even after his botched transformation spell had not only turned him into an adult, but also gave him the ability to magically create demonic disguises, his coworkers had practically been dragging him to places he couldn't go to before that they enjoyed, but he either didn't or couldn't.

In addition to trying to figure out how he could spend better quality time with his coworkers, he also had his personal obligation to assist Verosika and her crew with the Wild Owlets in their upcoming gig. To think that he used to complain about his designated chore of taking out the trash to the point that he and his sisters went on strike demanding easier chores (then monetary compensation for their chores), yet here he is willingly taking on bigger responsibilities out of moral obligation.

"I wonder if I'm making the same mistakes as when Clyde and I tried starting our own cookie-making business," Lincoln said to himself, plopping back onto his bed and pressing his hand into his eyelids with a tired groan. "As if things weren't hard enough before I messed up that spell. Somehow, it made some things easier but so many other things more difficult. Is this all part of growing up?"

Now Lincoln had a slightly better understanding of why Lori's almost always irritable and bossy and appreciation for how much his parents had to put up with his and his sisters' antics. While his new caretakers in Hell were often responsible for his safety and guided him every way they could, recent events made him feel like the role had switched drastically and he had to step up on being the mature one. Heck, as impulsive and crazy as Blitzø was as his manager, he didn't even want to think about all the managerial decisions and processes his boss had to choose and endure, especially in an extremely chaotic environment like Hell.

"What else does the future have in store for poor, unfortunate me?" asked Lincoln to no one in particular. Of course, he didn't carefully consider the fact that if one were to tempt fate in any manner or capacity whatsoever, fate would respond in spades.

"Hey, Linc!" called Loona from her desk. "Someone's here for you!"

"Coming!" Lincoln called back mindlessly. He laid on his bed expressionlessly for a few seconds as he processed the request before his eyes widened in perplexity. "Wait, someone's here for me specifically?!"

Little did he know that his coworkers went through the same process of carrying on with their duties mindlessly before processing what was requested. Loona especially did a double-take before turning back to the potential client, a snake-like demon wearing a tuxedo with an unbuttoned undershirt who was standing patiently by the desk. In the next instant, the rest of I.M.P. poked their heads out of the other rooms as they too processed the request before Millie got up on the desk to confront the client at eye level.

"And just what do you want with him, hmm?!" interrogated Millie aggressively with a stink-eye while pointing a knife at the client. "In fact, how do you even know about him?!"

"We never met directly, but your team had conducted important business with our bosses a few days ago in a locale in Pentagram City," the snake demon replied.

"Wait, you're from Lit—" exclaimed Lincoln before the snake demon swiftly held up a hand to stop him.

"… Even walls have ears," warned the snake demon. "I have a message to deliver solely to Lincoln Loud, but my bosses don't mind his coworkers from listening."

I.M.P. all looked at each other nervously and perplexedly before turning back to the snake demon with Lincoln saying, "Ok, I'm listening."

"My bosses want to discuss further matters with you," the snake demon simply stated. "They want to meet with you in the same location in three hours. In exchange, they may be able to provide some assistance to your plight in making amends with your friends."

"Seriously, how do you assholes keep doing that?!" shouted Blitzø incredulously before he started darting his eyes towards random areas in the office as if he'd be able to find some spy equipment.

"Wait, so if my coworkers are hearing this message, then does that mean the invitation extends to them too?" asked Lincoln.

"… They may accompany you, but they'd better make sure none of you are tailed if they know what's good for them," warned the snake demon. Without warning, the lights flickered on and off a few times before the room went completely dark for a second and then the lights came back on. However, the snake demon had disappeared completely as if he was never there to begin with.

"Okay, how the fuck did he do that?" asked Loona, her eyes wide in shock and slight fear as she quickly scanned the room, looking left and right. "I can't even hear or smell him nearby."

"Is it really wise to follow up on their offer?" asked a doubtful Moxxie.

"I mean, invasion of privacy aside, they gave us solid intel on a very important job for the future," vouched Lincoln. "If anything, I feel like we owe them."

"But how do we know they're not playing some kinda long con?" inquired a skeptical Millie.

"I know they seem sketchy, but I really don't think they're trying to hurt us in the long term," said Lincoln. "They've had every chance to hurt us, and even if they were playing some long game, then that'd mean there'd be someone higher we're connected to that they're trying to go after. The only one I can think of right now is Stolas, but even then, they said that they don't want him or Octavia or Verosika involved with them yet. On top of that, they seem to be more focused on Princess Charlie after she gets some clout."

Everyone else looked away as they contemplated the new offer by the leaders of Little Japan. Everything about those leaders set off so many red flags and alarm to them, but they also saw Lincoln's logic that these guys practically had so many opportunities to really hurt them if they so choose yet hadn't inflicted any harm outside of the matches. Plus, they were allowed to accompany Lincoln and keep a lookout for his well-being.

"Eh, wouldn't be the worst decision I ever made," conceded Blitzø with a shrug before going up to Lincoln and poking his head with a finger. "But if this figuratively and literally bites us in the ass, that's coming out of your pay."

"Blitzø, just because I got a few allowances from Moxxie and Millie doesn't mean that you're paying me," said Lincoln with a deadpan expression.

"It's still coming from me, your boss, so it counts!"

"Not if it's not paying for any taxes or pension plan."

" *GASP* Wha– bu– ch– fu– you– cu– shi–" sputtered Blitzø before composing himself by standing authoritatively over an undeterred Lincoln and retorting, "You shut your potty mouth! Don't talk about grown up stuff with your prepubescent hole!"

"Oh really?" Lincoln asked with a devious smile before he suddenly glowed a bright light. The light expanded vertically before dimming down, revealing Lincoln in his adult form. "How about now? I guess now I'm old enough to earn wages and pay taxes."

Moxxie, Millie, and Loona couldn't stop themselves from snickering at Lincoln's heckling at their boss's expense, something that greatly annoyed Blitzø, who threw his hands into the air and stormed off into his office, "Ha! Good luck earning them, intern! Not like you're gonna come up with ideas that'll rake in even more money!"

"I'll do it someday," rebutted Lincoln slyly. "Just to see the look on your face when you have to personally pay me for the first time."

"GAH!" shouted Blitzø as he entered his office and slammed his door shut.

"Okay, that was awesome," complimented Loona, walking up to Lincoln's side to give him a fist bump that he returned with a smile.

"I will forever cherish this moment and commit it to memory," said Moxxie, closing his eyes to replay the moment in his head. "Thank you, Lincoln."

"Ohh, now I can't wait for the day my baby boy gets his first paycheck!" squealed Millie.

"My first paycheck, huh?" contemplated Lincoln, wondering what exactly he would do to earn his first paycheck.

"Maybe you all should stop thinking about his first paycheck," called out Blitzø from his office, "and start thinking about our next paycheck! We haven't gotten a single call today!"

"Gee, I wonder why," sneered Moxxie sourly, glaring at Loona's direction.

"Hey, I didn't get any calls today, fatty!" retorted Loona sharply. "So get off my case!"

"Seems like it's gonna be another quiet day today," remarked Lincoln.

"Well, fan-fucking-tastic! The fuck are we supposed to do for the next three hours?!" shouted Blitzø, popping his head out of his office.

"Well…" started Lincoln, holding his chin in deep thought, "we could always check out more of Little Japan."

"What for?" asked Blitzø. "Place looks exactly like Kabu-cunt-cho! What are we gonna see that we haven't seen already?"

"I mean, it's not like there are places in Kamurocho I don't wanna visit again," replied Lincoln. "Plus, there's that other district across the river that I wanna check out."

"Ugh, well you can count me out," grumbled Blitzø.

Lincoln sighed dejectedly, but couldn't fault Blitzø for feeling the way he did. After all, what else could one feel besides ultimate disappointment when dealing with a location where a potential business venture not only failed spectacularly (fresh with the worst bruises one could receive), but was also pulled into a major life-threatening crisis that endangered millions of lives?

"If you say so, Blitzø," said Lincoln. "If you wanna tag along, you can call me to portal you."

Blitzø looked back at Lincoln for a moment, then replied, "Sure, whatever." He then closed the door to his office, leaving the rest to their devices.

PRIDE RING, Pentagram City, Little Japan, Kamurocho District

Since the office had been very quiet compared to other days without a single customer calling in, I.M.P. (minus Blitzø) felt they had no other choice but to explore the sights of Little Japan to escape the three-hour boredom. Using the portal spell, Lincoln transported himself (in his incubus form), Moxxie, Millie, and Loona to the Japanese district in Pentagram City.

Once again, Lincoln was nearly floored by the sight of the neon-lit district, especially underneath Hell's red sky. The leaders of Little Japan weren't kidding when they said that this district was designed to be a tourist trap, enticing civilians with blatant visual eye candy advertising various forms of entertainment that appeased the primal part of the mind. Beneath all the glitz and glamor, one can see numerous people passing through the district, but more than half the population would consist of very dangerous individuals and groups. From the lowly no-named thugs to the angry drunkards to the seedy businessmen to the zealous yakuza, one should not only always expect a fight around every corner, but to also ensure they win the fight at any cost.

Which made it especially weird that unlike their previous visit, I.M.P. hadn't gotten into a single scrap since they arrived for almost half an hour. Lincoln had portaled his coworkers to the area where the Millennium Tower would've been, but made their way towards the river to find a path to traverse to the other district they spotted in their last trip to Little Japan. Even as they were about to exit the Kamurocho district to walk the bridge connecting the district to the Sotenbori district, the team (minus Blitzø) had yet to run into any kind of trouble against them.

Lincoln was greatly unnerved by this, as he had expected to run into at least three to five street fights in this district. He thought back to how he had been dragged into numerous fights to the Earth counterpart of this district and then thought about how that seemed to have multiplied when he first stepped foot into Hell's version of Kamurocho. Today, though?

"Not a single attack," noted Lincoln perplexedly. "And we're almost across the bridge to the Sotenbori district."

His coworkers were also uneased by this observation, although Moxxie was even more so, as he looked around and scrutinized whatever he laid his eyes on for any sign of trouble. "Does anyone get the feeling we're being followed?" asked Moxxie.

"Yeah, I do. But not much else we can do except keep walking with our eyes peeled."

And walk they did across the bridge connecting the two districts. I.M.P. was about halfway through the bridge before Lincoln noticed that there didn't seem to be that many people walking across aside from a few other civilian demons and—

"You, there. Hold on," called an elderly female voice.

Lincoln was suddenly caught unawares that he felt embarrassed about it. He was so focused on trying to detect any barely visible threats that he neglected to notice the obvious, which he turned towards. He saw what looked like an elderly woman who was wearing a brown hooded cloak, her eyes mostly hidden underneath while her lower face remained exposed. In front of her was a table with a crystal ball, a telltale sign of a fortune-teller.

Lincoln looked left and right to see if there was anybody else she was possibly referring to besides him or his coworkers. Upon seeing nobody else, he turned back to the woman and replied while pointing to himself, "Um… me?"

"Yes, you."

"Oh… um, I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested in fortune-telling."

"I don't care to do your reading at the moment. I'm in need of some protection," said the fortune-teller.

Taken aback at first, Lincoln then replied, "Protection? From what exactly?"

"Trouble's coming," the fortune-teller stated simply. "My reading said as much. I'm going to be attacked, and soon."

"Attacked?" asked Moxxie. "By who?"

"A customer I did a reading for many years ago," answered the fortune-teller. "He blames me for his woes during his time on Earth. He means to exact revenge once again and has finally tracked me down. It's clear as day in my crystal ball."

"That's ridiculous," said Millie. "Fortune-telling's nothing but a bunch of hocus pocus conspiracy."

"You would be right in most cases. But I'm a fortune-teller who can see the future. I'm never wrong. I've never been wrong."

"Pfft, as if," scoffed Loona. "Fortune-telling is total bullshit."

"Look alive," ordered the fortune-teller, looking to her left. "My assailant is on his way. If you protect me, you'll be rewarded."

"Ehhh… we'll pass on that," said Millie.

"What? Why?" asked Lincoln, shocked.

"Sorry, but this just screams 'staged' and 'scam,'" replied Millie.

"Even if this wasn't a set-up, she did this to herself," said Loona. "I say let her reap what she sows."

Before Lincoln could offer a rebuttal, he heard incoming fast footsteps. He turned towards the direction the fortune-teller was looking and saw a male demon running towards them. He bore long hair and a shaggy beard while wearing dirty, ragged clothes that Lincoln saw was typical of a homeless person. As the demon came to a stop, he was glaring daggers at the fortune-teller.

"See? Right on time," said the fortune-teller, who was oddly indifferent about the angry newcomer.

"Guess you were right," remarked Lincoln.

"Please, it's either a lucky guess or she set this up," scoffed Loona dismissively.

"You thought you could run away forever after what you did?!" shouted the angry demon. "I paid you a million yen back in '88, and you spouted shit that made my girl leave me!"

"It seems you still haven't learned your lesson," giggled the fortune-teller. "I told you before. All I told her was what I saw. You, homeless and scrounging in the trash for half-eaten food. And lo and behold, that's exactly what happened after all the buildings you bought didn't turn up any profits."

"Shut up!" yelled the hobo. "You only got away with throwing dirt in my face because of that gorilla! Now I finally get to teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

"This is where you come in, boy," said the fortune-teller in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Hey!" shouted Millie. "Just who do you think you are, roping my boy into your scheme?!"

While Moxxie and Loona shared similar sentiments as Millie, Lincoln couldn't ignore the fact that some random angry hobo is trying to beat up an old woman. And from the sound of things, the hobo's misfortune appeared to be the consequences of his own actions, regardless of the validity of fortune-telling.

"Sorry, guys!" said Lincoln. "But I can't look the other way on this!"

"Ugh, always gotta take the high road, huh?" grumbled a disgruntled Loona, though a part of her admired Lincoln's tenacity in his morals.

"Heh heh heh, I'll reward you for this," said the fortune-teller almost smugly.

"Hey!" Lincoln shouted at the hobo. "You're trying to beat up an old woman! And that's after you messed up on your investments! No wonder your girl left you!"

"OOOOOOHHH!" shouted his coworkers, shocked and awed by Lincoln's insult.

"Who the hell are you?!" yelled the hobo. "Another one of her bodyguards?! Guess I'll have to beat your ass this time!"

Lincoln sighed dejectedly at the prospect of being dragged into a fight, but then remembered that he had been expecting this. He turned to the readers and noted, "Well, I was practically asking for this, wasn't I?"

Lincoln readied himself into a fighting stance just as the hobo did the same with some bounce in his steps. The hobo immediately went for a telegraphed haymaker that Lincoln easily dodged with a sidestep. This further angered the hobo, who turned around to lock eyes with Lincoln and prepared himself for another attack. Lincoln, on the other hand, felt extremely underwhelmed. How could he not? He had faced the three warriors who were also the faces of both districts in Little Japan in mortal combat and narrowly emerged victorious. This hobo was such a significant downgrade compared to them that Lincoln didn't even feel the urge to throw a single blow to win this fight.

Therefore, Lincoln purposefully positioned himself by the side of the bridge while taunting the hobo one last time, vexing him to charge at Lincoln. Just as before, Lincoln dodged the telegraphed attack one last time while the hobo was unable to stop his momentum that caused him to careen over the side of the bridge and into the water. Lincoln could only look over the bridge and watch with pity as the hobo was swept away by the currents.

"Heh heh heh," snickered the fortune-teller, grabbing everyone's attention. "Thanks for that."

"You're welcome," replied Lincoln. "Though I don't know if I'd give any credit to fortune-telling."

"Heh heh heh, such a close-minded boy," said the fortune-teller. "Even after your own sister tried to warn you of the future."

I.M.P. paused for a few seconds to register what the old woman had just said before they all quietly asked her, "… What?"

"You heard me correctly," said the fortune-teller. "I know of your younger sister who dabbled into the occult and used its power to receive a premonition of terrible events surrounding her beloved older brother."

"How could you possibly know that?!" asked a terrified Lincoln.

"I told you, I'm a fortune-teller who's never wrong," the woman stated simply. "I did a reading beforehand and was told that I would cross paths with a very important boy. A boy who hails from a large family and was cruelly taken from them before his fate was tied to this realm. A boy whose role would be significant for the future of Hell and beyond."

While Lincoln was reeling from his shock, Millie recovered with a suspicious glare, "Wait a minute… are you one of those sketchy, stalking suits in this district?! The really nosy ones who know everything about us?!"

"Heh heh heh, you are wise to suspect me of being among the intelligence network of the rulers of Little Japan, but rest assured, I'm not one of them," answered the fortune-teller.

"How can we trust you on that?"

"Because you can ask their leaders if I'm in their employ when you meet them. After they confirm that I'm not, you can tell them that I told you why they summoned you."

"Wait, really?" asked Lincoln.

"Well, more specifically, I can tell you, dear boy," clarified the fortune-teller. "After all, you're the only one who willingly defended me from that scoundrel. It's fair that I reward you by reading your fortune."

"Oh, ok then. So why did the leaders of Little Japan summon me?"

"Heh heh heh. It's such a funny coincidence, really. You see, it's because of certain names you mentioned earlier today that were relayed to the leaders of Little Japan by those who were spying on you. And wouldn't you know it, I happened to cross paths with one of those names back in 1988."

"Wait, really?" asked a perplexed Lincoln.

"Yes, did you not mention the one named… Kazuma Kiryu?"

"Whoa! I did mention him!" exclaimed a surprised Lincoln. "Wait, how exactly do you know him?"

"Heh heh heh, it's a small world after all," the fortune-teller noted. "I did readings for him too after he defended me from that very same hobo back in '88."

'Wait a minute…' Lincoln suddenly realized. "Kiryu did mention that a fortune-teller predicted he'd be raising eight kids."

"Heh heh heh… Indeed he did. I also told him that he'd be in prison for a long stretch, raise a child who was worth so much money, and become a taxi driver."

"Wow… those are quite the experience for a guy like him," said an astounded Lincoln.

"Doesn't sound like much to me," Millie commented, crossing her arms with a skeptical expression. "Why would Little Japan's leaders wanna know more about him?"

"He's done far more than what I said and made a name in the Tojo Clan's history. After all, Lincoln," the fortune-teller said, directing her attention to Lincoln, "didn't you witness his power that night you met him? Despite your limited experience, you observed that he was much stronger than The Trinity of Little Japan, did you not?"

"I did, but… wait a minute… I never even told you my name, let alone mention any of that to you," said Lincoln.

"Didn't I just tell you? I read the future and saw you crossing paths with me. Is it really a surprise that I learned about your name from that?"

"Then you're probably a stalker," scoffed Millie dismissively.

"Heh heh heh, I can assure you that I was nowhere near Imp City. I'm pretty sure Loona could verify since I have a scent that she could easily catch."

"Okay, seriously, stop that," said Loona, taken aback that the fortune-teller said her name without an introduction. "You're being even creepier than those suits in Little Japan."

"Oh, please, at least I'm not keeping surveillance on all of you 24/7," said the fortune-teller. "I just read the future and nothing more. Just like how I did for Kiryu, and then yours, Lincoln, after you met him."

"Wow, seriously, what are the odds?" asked Lincoln rhetorically.

"Are we not going to talk about the spies keeping surveillance on us?" piped up Moxxie, which Lincoln ignored due to being astounded by the fortune-teller's revelation.

"Quite the odds, indeed," said the fortune-teller. "Kiryu is such an important name not just to the leaders of Little Japan, but to many prominent names who reside in both districts here."

"Is no one going to address the spies?!" called out Moxxie to no avail.

"As for the details on what will be discussed, I'll let that be a pleasant surprise for you."

"Yeah, thanks, but we'll be on our way now," said Millie, grabbing Lincoln's wrist to drag him away and leave the premises.

"Heh heh heh, I didn't say I would only do one reading for you."

"Oh, I can ask for more?" Lincoln asked.

"Of course! I can give you three, Lincoln, as a reward for saving me."

'Hmm, is this really a good idea? I wanna spend more time with my coworkers in the Sotenbori district, but…' thought Lincoln before ultimately relenting. "Alright, I guess I can do this to kill some time."

"Excellent! Normally, reading your fortunes would set you back a million yen, or in Hell's case, ten thousand souls, but for protecting me, I'll forgo my fee for you, Mr. Loud. Oh, I can already tell that reading your fortune will be fun."

"Do we really have to do this?" complained Loona.

"I'll try to win you all prizes if you're interested in anything in the other district," bribed Lincoln.

"… You're lucky I like you."

"Now then," said the fortune-teller. "Your hands, please."

"My hands? Don't you have the crystal ball? Why do you need the palm-reading?"

"Shush! Hurry! While the stars are aligned!" ordered the fortune-teller.

"Um… okay," said Lincoln, holding his right palm up to the fortune-teller, which she took. After a few moments of the old woman gazing at Lincoln's palm intensely, which slightly unnerved him and aggravated his coworkers, the fortune-teller finally let go of his hand.

"I thought so," said the fortune-teller. "Such lovely hands. The sort of strong hands I'd want wrapped around me."

"HEY!" roared Millie, pulling out a knife and holding it up to the fortune-teller's face, who surprisingly didn't even flinch. "YOU WANNA DIE?!"

"Oh, shush you," replied the fortune-teller, who was surprisingly disinterested in the fact that she had a dangerous weapon pointed at her. "I have a thing for hands. I'm doing your child's reading for free, so the least you can do is let me indulge, especially when he chose to use his incubus form rather than the other demon forms he's been practicing."

"Good gravy, you know about that too?!" asked Lincoln, aghast.

"Of course, and I recommend you show your coworkers soon."

"Wait, what other forms?" asked Moxxie.

"I've been practicing making other demonic disguises to use instead of this incubus form, and I wanted it to be a surprise for you guys."

"Oh! Well, in that case, you gotta turn into an imp like your ma and pa!" Millie excitedly demanded.

"Oh… okay then," replied Lincoln. After looking around to see that no other random demons were nearby, Lincoln focused his magic into a transformation spell. He was enveloped in a bright light, which then dimmed to reveal a successful transformation. Gone were the physical appearances and texture of an incubus, replaced with a tall imp with red skin, two horns with thick white stripes like Moxxie, and a long red tail with an arrow-shaped tip at the end. The rest of Lincoln's appearance showed no change, resulting in a disguise that honestly didn't look too different from his adult human disguise aside from the red skin, tail, and horns. "Alright, how do I look?"

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"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" Millie loudly squealed. The rest clapped their hands to their ears to block out the noise, although the fortune teller did so calmly before the squeal due to her foresight while Loona put a lot more effort in covering her ears with a pained expression due to her sensitive hearing. Lincoln eventually noticed this and cast a noise dampening spell, significantly reducing the noise to a much less painful decibel.

"Can you please do that faster next time?!" complained Loona through gritted teeth, although Lincoln couldn't blame her.

"Will do," replied Lincoln sympathetically before he was caught in another one of Millie's death grip hugs.

"You look fantastic, honey!" shouted Millie. "Why, you look like me and Moxxie rolled into one! And you look grown-up!" Millie then let go of Lincoln before Moxxie had the chance to pry her off, as she realized an upsetting prospect, indicated by her welling tears. "Oh… is this what it's like when your baby's gotta leave the nest?"

"Millie, Lincoln is still very young," reassured Moxxie consolingly. "Which means it's still our responsibility to keep taking care of him and it won't be for a long while when he's ready to set off on his own."

Millie sniffled before smiling, "You're right, Mox!" She then turned to Lincoln and said, "Still, you gotta use that disguise more from now on! At least you won't attract more hussies with your new disguise!"

"I don't know, Mills!" called out a familiar voice. "He looks like a hot beefcake to me!"

"What the—?! Blitzø?!" shouted Lincoln, spotting his boss from over the side of the bridge. "What are you doing here?! Were you following us this whole time?!"

"Fuck!" hissed Blitzø, realizing he exposed himself. Pulling himself over the bridge, he spoke to his intern, "Hey, don't let me stop this vibe. Just pretend I'm not here."

"Kinda hard when you're stalking us once again for the umpteenth time!" Moxxie snarked.

"Why were you even stalking us?" asked Lincoln. "You could've just tagged along the whole time."

"I had important boss shit to do, intern!"

"Heh, he wanted to observe your relationship for personal reasons," the fortune-teller interrupted.

"Pfft, you don't know shit, you old bag!"

"Dare I ask for what reasons exactly?" asked Lincoln.

"I'm afraid it's not my place to say, for his reasons run very deep into his past traumas," the fortune-teller answered cryptically. Blitzø, however, didn't have an immediate response to this, for he was stunned silent like his employees. "In any case, I have to admit, you're all very entertaining to watch, even after I foresaw this exchange."

"Intern, are you really gonna waste your time with this con bitch?" asked Blitzø, frustrated.

"Sorry, but I might as well ask since she offered to do my readings for free," replied Lincoln with a shrug.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the fortune-teller with a clap. "Now tell me, which thread of your fate shall I unravel?"

"Well, I guess I should ask the obvious. What's in my future, say… ten years from now?"

"Heh, ten years, you say?" asked the fortune-teller, amused by the familiarity of this particular scenario. She then started gliding her hands over the crystal ball, not touching it physically while analyzing its content, supposedly visible to her while I.M.P. sees nothing but some blurry cloud inside. "Ooh, this is interesting… Your future branches in ways unlike many others … Heehee, I see it, I see it. Carrying such a heavy burden . All for the sins of others . And in the end… a Hazbin."

'A has-been?' thought Lincoln questioningly. 'Or did she mean 'Hazbin,' like that hotel?'

"… I saw it," the fortune-teller finally said. "You were walking down the streets of Imp City with your coworkers."

"Wait… so I'm still trapped down here?" asked Lincoln dejectedly.

"I can't tell you for sure," answered the fortune-teller. "Although I saw the same thing fifteen years from now, too."

"What?! Still?! So I'm never gonna see my family on Earth again?!" shouted a further despaired Lincoln. Millie watched him with sorrow as she held his hand while Moxxie and Loona stepped closer in a small gesture of comfort for their young ward before glaring at the fortune-teller.

"Tsk tsk, so quick to draw a negative conclusion. Who can say for sure why you're still walking the streets of Hell fifteen years from now?"

"Uh, you?!" answered Loona sarcastically and scathingly. "Aren't you supposed to be the know-it-all fortune-teller?!"

"If I were to spoil all there is to tell, Lincoln's life would be a drudgery," answered the fortune-teller before turning to Lincoln. "But, I'll grant you a hint in the form of a small quiz. Your friends and family are in peril. In fact, everyone is in peril . You, and you alone, have a split-second decision to choose between them or your freedom . What do you think you would do?"

Lincoln hadn't expected to be put on the spot like that. Blinking a few times in astonishment, he blurted out, "What would I do?" He then held his chin in deep thought, contemplating the kind of scenario he would find himself in where everyone would be in danger and their fates rested on his decision. Furthermore, the fortune-teller told him it was a split-second decision, meaning he wouldn't have the luxury to mull over that decision like he does now. He always called himself "The Man With The Plan," yet many of his plans on Earth eventually crumbled while his plans had become more solid since he'd been trapped down in Hell. However, he had no context of what the fortune-teller was quizzing him on, which meant that he had to choose one over the other right now.

"If it's just between those two choices, I'd say I have to choose my family over my freedom," answered Lincoln. He didn't see that his coworkers looked at him with uneasy expressions.

"Oh ho… I suppose you would," remarked the fortune-teller with a slightly impressed tone. "You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from putting your family over yourself, as you had always done even before your life down here. Though I am a little surprised that you didn't try to come up with a third choice to choose both."

"You said I only had a split second to make that decision, which means I wouldn't have the time to come up with a third way out. So it sounded like I really had no other alternative but to choose my friends and family over my freedom."

"Heh heh heh, a wise and perceptive lad you are."

"Does that have something to do with me being down here ten and fifteen years from now? Cause it really sounds like that just confirms I'm still trapped down here."

"That, you will have to find out for yourself."

"That just raises a red flag of either your dishonesty or incompetency," remarked Moxxie condescendingly.

"Feh, no more incompetent than your pathetic display of leadership in summer camp," snapped back the fortune-teller with a knowing smile, much to Moxxie's confusion. She then turned back to Lincoln with a genuine smile and said to him, "But I'm relieved by your choice. If you had chosen otherwise, all of this could be for naught."

"All for naught?" inquired Lincoln. "What do you mean by that?"

"Heh heh heh, oh, nothing. Nothing but a bunch of 'hocus-pocus conspiracy,'" chortled the fortune-teller mischievously, which Millie grumbled at. "But I can promise you that any setbacks you suffer, both small and large, you will find happiness in the end."

"Ergh…" sighed Lincoln. 'What am I gonna get myself into where I have to make a big choice like that?' thought Lincoln worriedly. 'Does it have to do with me getting involved with the Hazbin Hotel, or something?'

"So… what else shall I read for you?"

"Pfft, more like what else will she randomly guess," muttered Loona, crossing her arms.

"Hmm…" hummed Lincoln, thinking about his next choice. He had already asked the basic choice, so what else could he ask? He then thought about how the fortune-teller asked him about choosing between his family or his freedom, and since she stated that the status of his freedom was something he'll have to find out later, then it'd make the most sense to ask about… "How about telling me about my family? What's going on with me and my family in the future? And I mean both my family on Earth and in Hell."

Lincoln didn't see, though, that his coworkers smiled sweetly at him for that. Even the fortune-teller seemed to be moved by his request as she answered, "Heh heh heh, I'm glad I offered to do your reading for free with a request like that. I can tell both your families are in great hands even before I read your future. Very well, let us look at your family." Just as before, the fortune-teller swirled and glided her hands across the crystal ball as she was viewing something that seemed visible to her while the others saw nothing but the same puff of smoke within.

Lincoln could only wonder what she would tell him, especially as she made some comments, seemingly to herself, "Hmm… I see, I see… his real mother … Ah, to atone for your self-destructive behavior…"

'Atone?' thought Lincoln, who was especially puzzled by that last comment. 'For my self-destructive behavior? Is she not actually talking about Blitzø?'

"Hmm…" continued the fortune-teller. "Asserting dominance over a dragon and a peacock…"

'Dragon? And a peacock?'

"… I have seen it. When it comes to you and your family… the picture is complicated."

"Oookay? How so?" asked a confused Lincoln.

"This I can tell you. A child is with you."

Lincoln and his coworkers took a few seconds to process what was told to him. "WWWHAAAT?!" Lincoln and his coworkers shouted.

"Heh heh heh, is it really a surprise?" asked the fortune-teller, amused by I.M.P.'s reactions. "Don't many grow up to be parents?"

"Well, look at you, bucko!" Blitzø proclaimed, nudging Lincoln with an elbow a few times while wearing a knowing look. "Pumping a chick full until she popped out a grandchild for your mommy and daddy, eh?"

"BLITZØ!" shouted Moxxie, Millie, and Loona indignantly, although Loona was blushing as she yelled.

"… So I actually do have a kid with me?" stuttered Lincoln, conflicted about the answers he'd hear regarding this request.

"Indeed you do. And the child trusts you above all others. It definitely took a lot of time for both your families on Earth and in Hell to adjust, but they've eventually taken to that child as their own."

"… And the child is mine?" asked Lincoln. Suddenly, the fortune-teller's smile fell before she looked away, almost awkwardly. "W-w-why are you being quiet about that?"

"Shush," ordered the fortune-teller suddenly, looking back up at him. "I told you, it's complicated."

"What's so fucking complicated about that?" questioned Blitzø. "Either he boinked a bitch and got a loinspawn from that or he did the smart and sensible thing and adopted like I did!" Out of sight, Loona looked away with a small, bashful smile.

"Hmph, so crass!" the fortune-teller harrumphed before turning her attention to Lincoln. "But, since you're the only one who asked nicely, I can tell you. The 'roots' of that child's birth is very unconventional. In the end, you can claim that child is yours and you would technically be correct. You can also say that the child is not yours in the normal sense and you would also be correct."

"Normal sense?" asked Lincoln, whose head was almost throbbing from how confused he was. "What do you mean by that? I get a child differently than everybody else?"

"Well, obviously, you adopted like your awesome boss did!" proclaimed Blitzø with an approving smile.

"Feh, if only it were that simple," interjected the fortune-teller. "I just said that the child is technically his."

"Well what the fuck do you mean then?" demanded Loona, baring her teeth. She was most annoyed by the fact that it sounded like Lincoln wasn't having a kid the normal way, which meant that Lincoln was most likely not gonna end up with a woman he trusts… namely her.

"Feh, I don't have to answer you," replied the fortune-teller contemptuously before turning back to Lincoln with a somewhat sympathetic expression. "But it does gnaw at you, doesn't it? In that case, I'll grant you another hint through another quiz."

"Oh boy, what now?" remarked Lincoln.

"You have a child, one you love. If you had to, what price, in Hell's currency, would you put on that child?"

'Put a price on my child?' thought Lincoln unsurely.

"Hey!" interjected Millie angrily. "The fuck kinda question is that?! Any half-brained moron knows that putting a price on a kid is wrong!"

The fortune-teller, however, ignored Millie's outburst and remained attentive to Lincoln's deliberation over his final answer.

"Well, Millie's obviously right that putting a price on a child is wrong, but I guess for the sake of the question, I'll say… one hundred million souls?

Despite the unwillingness to humor the fortune-teller, Lincoln's coworkers couldn't help but look at their young ward in awe of his answer.

"Wow… I suppose if you had to put a price on a child, that's definitely a worthy price," commented an amazed Moxxie.

"Any reason you picked that number specifically?" asked Loona.

"I don't know… for some reason, it just seems to click well," answered a confused Lincoln.

"Heh heh heh, that was a very nice answer indeed," remarked the fortune-teller. "It has such a good ring to it. Why, I bet if you had that much, you could make it rain money . Truly a beautiful sight after 2005 and 2010."

"Those are… oddly specific choices of words there," Lincoln noted. 'Does it have to do with what she predicted about Kiryu?'

"Oh dear, I believe I said too much. Don't let it concern you."

"Wait, so what does a hundred million souls have to do with my child?"

"Heh heh heh, that is a secret for me to know and for you to find out later. But I can tell you this: that child will come to mean a lot more to you and the rest of your friends and family than one hundred million souls."

"Well, as long as I feel that way in the future, I'll take what I can get," conceded Lincoln with a smile, one that was supported by the smiles of his coworkers as they looked at him with some admiration.

"Oh, by the way, it's neither here nor there, but I did see you with twenty-four more children."

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"WWWWWWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" Lincoln, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona shouted so loudly that the real wonder was how the windows of any buildings near the river didn't crack. Of course, it did alert almost every random civilian in both districts of Little Japan, some who thought they were being attacked by a very powerful demon. Blitzø, on the other hand, fell to the ground, laughing his heart out.

"Quiet down, all of you!" ordered the fortune-teller. "I believe the leaders of Little Japan don't want to attract more attention to this town."

"Well, what the fuck did you expect, Ms. Sees-The-Future?!" retorted Loona.

"How else were we supposed to respond to a reading like that?!" added Moxxie.

"You implying that my baby boy's gonna turn into some manwhore?!" yelled Millie, pulling her knife out once again.

"Heh heh heh," chuckled the fortune-teller. "It is you who is making that implication. After all, there's always more than one possibility."

"Wha… wha… wha…" stuttered Lincoln like a malfunctioning robot. "Whaaaaaat did I do to get that many?"

"I'll leave that for you to figure out as well," the fortune-teller answered impishly. "Though I have to say, you're certainly better than your average rabbit daddy."

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh…" stammered Lincoln, unable to make any legible response, prompting an even louder bout of laughter from Blitzø.

While Moxxie and Millie tried to snap their adopted son out of his stupor, Loona scooted a little closer and whispered to the fortune-teller, "So… who's the mom?"

"Heh heh heh, didn't you say that fortune-telling was 'total bullshit?'" the fortune-teller echoed.

Taken aback, Loona then hastily tried to regain composure, crossing her arms and looking away while acting like she didn't care. "Psh, whatever."

"Well, that was a lot more than I bargained for," said Lincoln before suddenly straightening up, as he had an epiphany. "Wait a minute… twenty-four kids… isn't that three times the amount you predicted for Kiryu?"

"Indeed it is," the fortune-teller verified.

"Well, there's your proof that this is a scam, Linc," said Loona. "She's just copying and pasting."

"Heh heh heh, it is rather funny how you've requested the same two readings Kiryu once requested and I ended up providing similar answers. Perhaps there is indeed a reason why the rabbit and the dragon have been closely tied together."

"Or she's selling bullshit," snarked Millie insultingly.

"Heh, I've told nothing but the truth so far. You, on the other hand, will be hiding behind your own 'bullshit' when you finally deal with a new life."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?!"

"Heh heh heh, you'll find out eventually."

"Anyways," interrupted Lincoln. "I believe I have one more reading left."

"That you do," confirmed the fortune-teller. "What will you ask for your final reading?"

Try as he might, but Lincoln couldn't stop thinking about the possible future of having to look after twenty-five kids, one of which is confusingly dubious on whether he's his child or not while the relationship with the other twenty-four is unknown. What in the world did he do to get that many kids? Did he do this to one-up his parents on having the most kids in a family? In fact, is there even a mom involved who gave birth to all twenty-four kids? How is Lincoln even supporting all of them?

'Wait… how am I even able to support that many kids?' Lincoln realized. 'Mom and dad already have a hard time trying to support me and my sisters with their jobs, which is why some of my sisters make money their own way from time to time. But that's with me and ten sisters. How the heck do I support twenty-five kids?'

"You know what? I'll ask about my career. Cause I wanna know how the heck I make enough money to support twenty-five kids."

"Ah, your career!" said the fortune-teller excitedly. "Kiryu made the same request for his final reading!"

"Of course, what are the fucking chances?!" spat Millie, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes before eyeing the fortune-teller with pure skepticism.

"Very well, then." Just as with the two previous readings, the fortune-teller swirled her hands around her crystal ball, supposedly seeing visions of the future that her customer cannot see. "Hmm… I see it, I see it. Oh, are those all the seven Rings of Hell?"

'All seven Rings?' thought Lincoln questioningly.

"Hmm… I see you… celebrating with a family of farmers…" continued the fortune-teller.

'Celebrating with farmers?' pondered Lincoln. 'Could that be Millie and her family?'

"… Ah!" the fortune-teller exclaimed suddenly. "I saw you. You were inside a large establishment, wearing a rather dashing suit, much more attractive than your current outwear."

"I'm warning ya," Millie growled, pulling out her knife and pointing it at the fortune-teller's direcion.

"Heh heh heh, I'm only telling you what I saw," the fortune-teller said to Millie. She then turned to Lincoln and continued, "But for the sake of consistency, I'll ask you another short quiz. The building you were inside bears a neon sign outlining two rather attractive demons, the first one laying face-down and the second pressing their hands on the first one's back. Inside, you appear to be surrounded by all sorts of attractive demons, yet you were addressing them rather professionally. What do you think you will do for a living?"

The moment the fortune-teller told Lincoln that he would be surrounded by attractive demons instantly made him imagine the same past moments where he was surrounded by Verosika and her succubi crewmembers. At first, he thought he was going to be signed up with her, which would've made sense since she was living the high-class life and being a part of that would earn him a decent income for his supposed twenty-five children. But then he thought about the other hints the fortune-teller told him.

'She said the building had a neon sign outlining two attractive demons,' Lincoln considered. 'One laying face down, the other pressing their hands on their back. What on Earth could they mean? … Wait a minute…'

The moment Lincoln pictured the neon sign as best as he could, he suddenly flashed back to the time he was in a similar position, one where he was laying down on his bed in his room while Lynn bribed him with a rather comfortable massage session to break the tie vote between his sisters' choices of vacation spots. Of course, that past moment in his life was missing the physically attractive aspects of both parties, which made him think about the various neon signs he had been seeing in the Kamurocho districts on Earth and in Hell. However, the more he thought about them, the more he remembered how he had been seeing the same kind of signs in Imp City and what little he saw in Pentagram City, especially since some of them also appeared to outline the bodies of attractive male and female demons. Lincoln then remembered Millie adamantly telling him to ignore places with those signs while Moxxie and even Loona agreed with her, although Blitzø would usually whisper encouragement to him to visit those establishments when he's finally an adult. This, of course, resulted in Millie either punching Blitzø in the stomach or kicking him in the shin any time she heard him.

'Wait, so I'm gonna be involved in one of those adult places?' Lincoln worriedly thought to himself. 'And if I'm talking to the demons in there professionally while wearing a suit, that sounds like I'm a step above a coworker. Wait, don't tell me…'

"Wait, you're not saying that I run a massage parlor, are you?" Lincoln asked the fortune-teller with trepidation. Needless to say, Lincoln's coworkers stared at Lincoln with horror, Millie especially. Of course, in the next second, she turned towards the fortune-teller with the rage-fueled fire in her eyes that she had intended to reserve for if she ever ran into her two-faced ex-boyfriend again.

"Very good!" proclaimed the fortune-teller happily. "Bingo! A massage parlor manager, you are! But not just any massage parlor! A sexy massage parlor!"

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Before Lincoln's coworkers could once again shout their shock and surprise at the future revelation at a volume that could be heard across the Rings, Lincoln summoned a noise cancellation spell while still maintaining his mixed expressions of shock and resignation. As one would expected, Lincoln's body drooped while he almost looked as though he was reliving the day he learned that his curse would keep him trapped in Hell and thus unable to truly return to his family on Earth. After all, how else would a wide-eyed, innocent child take the news that instead of pursuing their interests and hobbies in graphic arts and visual entertainment as a career, they would be running an establishment designed for degeneracy and adult entertainment that the majority of society publicly disavows?

Once again, Millie was the first to negatively respond, signified by her jumping on the fortune-teller's table and holding a knife to her neck.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just gut your lying, scheming, wrinkly ass, RIGHT NOW!" Millie shouted. The fortune-teller surprisingly did even flinch a muscle at this action, instead maintaining her amused expression and keeping her eyes on Lincoln instead of the demon threatening her.

"It's quite a lot to take in, isn't it?" the fortune-teller said to Lincoln, who slowly broke out of his sopor.

"Any chance you can tell me why I would ever wanna go for a job like that?" Lincoln weakly asked the fortune-teller. "Am I really gonna get that desperate for money to support my large family?

"Who can say for sure?"

"… YOU!" shouted Lincoln's coworkers.

"You're the fortune-teller!" shouted Moxxie. "You literally have the power to see the future! You should be able to say for sure!"

"Shush, you!" the fortune-teller snapped back. "I just told you before that I can't tell you everything!" She then turned back to Lincoln. "But I must say, you make for a splendid manager. It seems you even helped bloom a budding relationship between an employee and her customer . And they even asked you to be their best man."

"You… you're just making shit up, aren't you?" grilled Blitzø. "No fucking way he's gonna jump ship from my awesome company!"

"Refute it all you like, but I know what I saw… Oh, by the way, I see you managing six other establishments as well," the fortune-teller concluded to Lincoln impartially.

"Great," said Lincoln, throwing his hands up in the air while his coworkers' jaws dropped to the ground. "Of course. That makes sense. I'm so strapped for cash that I need to take on so many other jobs to manage so many kids. Am I even gonna have any time for myself, let alone my kids? Am I gonna be an absentee father who doesn't spend time with his kids?! Am I gonna turn into a complete workaholic who can't enjoy life?! Am I gonna—"

"Lincoln!" shouted Millie, gripping him by his shoulders (thanks to her elevated position on the table). She then caressed his cheeks and aimed his eyes at hers as she looked at him with all the maternal care and empathy she could muster. "Forget what that bitch said to you. Because all that matters right now is that you're a sweet boy now and you're gonna grow up to be a great, hardworking father. You ain't gotta worry about whoring yourself out or working more than two jobs because that's a load of bullshit."

Lincoln looked at Millie and slowly but surely, he was feeling a soothing sense of comfort by his adoptive mother's consolation. It was as though all the stress, anxiety, and fear he was feeling inside like a maelstrom were being drained out of his system just by looking into Millie's sympathetic eyes. With a deep inhale and then an exhale, Lincoln felt himself feeling a lot more at ease than he did a few seconds ago, as his heart was no longer racing and his head no longer throbbing.

Moxxie followed suit in comforting Lincoln, holding his hand and smiling reassuringly at him. "You've been doing a whole lot more good for us, not just for the company. You're a very diligent boy who's only growing stronger. I have no shred of doubt that you'll be an honest, loving, hard-working father," vouched Moxxie before thinking to himself, 'A lot better than mine ever was.'

"Yeah," said Loona, placing a supporting hand on Lincoln's shoulder with a rare soft smile. She then turned to the fortune-teller with a hard scowl and growled, "This bitch is just blowing smoke up your ass. I mean, how the fuck do you expect any of that shit to be true? Better yet, why do you believe this shit so easily?"

"Well… putting aside the fact that she knew a lot of personal things about me, ever since Lucy's premonition that day came true and I learned a whole lot about Hell I didn't think was possible at first, I guess I just got a lot more… open-minded, so to speak," admitted Lincoln sheepishly.

"Heh heh heh, being open-minded isn't a bad thing, you know?" advised the fortune-teller with a chuckle. "All I did was tell you snippets of what I saw without the full context. You never know how it would actually turn out, or even when it would happen. Don't think ill of me."

"You're just lucky that this nonsense was free, lady," said Blitzø with a glower. "You can't expect anyone, much less my intern, to believe he'll be working a brothel and six other jobs while living with a gang of kids, do you?"

"No, I suppose not. In the end, it's up to you to believe it or not, that choice is yours, at least. But you'd be surprised by what becomes the truth in the future." The fortune-teller then chortled, "After all, Blitzø, even miracles can and will happen to your relationships both past and present."

"… Wait, the fuck do you mean by that?" asked Blitzø, uncharacteristically stoic and curious about the fortune-teller's remarks.

"Heh heh heh, oh, nothing but free nonsense," quipped the fortune-teller, much to the imp's chagrin.

As Blitzø growled in frustration to the point of almost foaming in his mouth, Lincoln softly commented while rubbing the back of his head, "Well, that was an interesting way to kill time." He then checked his phone for the time. "At least we still have two hours to check out the Sotenbori district."

"Heh heh heh, take care," bidded the fortune-teller. "Ah, yes. I'll give you one last parting gift. One more vision."

"How about no?!" retorted Loona. "We've already wasted enough time with your shitty guessing games!"

"Heh heh heh, for a supposed non-believer, you seemed thoroughly invested when it came to the implications of Lincoln's love life," the fortune-teller indicated with humor. "But you should be looking forward to the day you truly understand the love you have for your family."

This time, Loona didn't have any scathing retort, for she was feeling conflicting emotions battling inside her over what the fortune-teller was insinuating. Even Blitzø was lost for words as he contemplated what the fortune-teller implicated.

"But in any case," continued the fortune-teller, turning back to Lincoln, "I have one more vision for you. In a few moments, you will encounter a young lady. Your fate and hers will be entangled."

"That's it!" shouted Millie, pulling out her knife and advancing on the fortune-teller in a threatening manner. Lincoln, however, was the only one who tried to hold her back while the rest merely stepped back with their arms crossed and watched on casually. "I've had enough of your shit! Ain't no way I'm gonna let you get away with you making my baby boy out to be some kinda two-timing manwhore!"

"Heh heh heh, it's so funny how people immediately draw the worst conclusions without thinking of other possibilities," snickered the fortune-teller.

After Lincoln successfully held Millie back, he then asked the fortune-teller, "Should I be really worried about this lady?"

"Oh, not in a fight, no. You're more than well-equipped to handle her in a tussle, but as a friend? She's way more of a wild card than your boss."

Lincoln looked at said boss in question for a moment, then looked back at the fortune-teller with a frightened expression and replied, "Yeah, I should be afraid…"

"Hey!" shouted an outraged Blitzø before slumping his shoulders and continuing in a defeated tone, "Yeah…"

"Any particular reason why Lincoln would wanna make friends with someone like that?" asked Moxxie skeptically.

"Oh, I'll leave that for you to figure out," answered the fortune-teller enigmatically.

"Well, good to know that was a waste of our time!" griped Blitzø. "Let's move out, fam!"

As I.M.P. moved to make their way to the Sotenbori district, Lincoln was the only one who called out to the fortune-teller, "Thanks, miss!" He waved goodbye to her, which the fortune-teller graciously returned.

"Farewell, young man! I eagerly look forward to the day you become a legend!"

'Legend?' Lincoln thought questioningly. 'Is she implying that I'm gonna follow a similar path to Kiryu and make a name for myself down here? But that's the last thing I want.'

"So!" called Millie to her coworkers, breaking Lincoln out of his thoughts. "What's first on our list?"

Knowing Millie brought up the question to both take their minds off their encounter with the fortune-teller and to spend time with him and Moxxie, Lincoln responded, "Well, it looks like Sotenbori got its own joints for karaoke and arcade games." His coworkers could hear the longing in his voice as he stated the last part. "But it's got a lot of restaurants to try out, and I hear they've got more local-styled cuisines than the ones in Kamurocho. I think you'd be interested in them, Millie."

"Alright! Then let's go get some grub first so we can burn 'em off with fun and games after!"

However, as the team was about to fully cross the bridge and step into the Sotenbori district, they saw a manhole cover in front of them start shaking. After the manhole cover shaked for a few seconds, it suddenly launched into the air and flipped like a coin. Nevertheless, what was truly noteworthy was that something else popped out of the sewer hole after the manhole cover. The manhole cover then landed back on the sewer hole perfectly while the mysterious object landed on the lid afterwards.

The mysterious object, however, was actually a demon. A demon wearing an oddly familiar red maid outfit with a white apron with red-pink hair, white skin, and one large red eye covering half her upper face…

"Wait, you're that Sinner from a while back!" recalled a wide-eyed Lincoln.

"LINCOLN-CHAAAAAAN!" shouted the Sinner whom Lincoln now remembered was called Niffty. Niffty then sprinted towards Lincoln with her arms reaching towards him and an alarmingly hungry expression on her face. At the last second, Lincoln thought fast and opened a portal in front of him as Niffty jumped and launched herself towards him. Unable to stop her momentum, Niffty ended up jumping through the portal to some other part of the Pride Ring, somewhere Lincoln hoped was far away from here or Imp City.

I.M.P. stood in their spot, completely dumbfounded by what had transpired just now. That sentiment was bluntly voiced by Loona, who blurted, "What the fuck was that about?!"

"Right… so, we met that Sinner back when Lincoln first messed up that growth spell and we gave him a tour of Imp City," explained Moxxie. "Apparently, she managed to find us again. Or rather, Lincoln."

"Wait…" said Lincoln, suddenly realizing something. "That fortune-teller said that I'm gonna meet a lady and that she would have something to do with my fate."

"… You and her?" asked Millie before adamantly shaking her head before grabbing Lincoln by his hand and dragging him off to the Sotenbori district. "No way, not likely! Let's just get the fuck outta here and not think about this fortune-telling bullshit ever again!"

"Oh, that was fun!" exclaimed the fortune-teller in delight as she watched I.M.P. from a distance, giggling at their reaction to her being right yet again. "Still, I wish I could've told him more, but I can only tell so much…"

When I.M.P. was finally out of sight, the fortune-teller instantly dropped her amused expression. After a few moments passed, something flew in and landed on top of her crystal ball. She saw that it was a black crow with three red eyes. Just as with all the outbursts from Lincoln's coworkers, the fortune-teller wasn't surprised one bit by the arrival of this strange newcomer.

"I foresaw your arrival," stated the fortune-teller in a matter-of-factly tone. "And I know of your intentions."

The crow didn't respond beyond its three red eyes glowing slightly brighter, as though acknowledging the fortune-teller's statement.

"You intend to obtain information from me not so much for yourself, but at the behest of… another version of you, shall we say?"

The crow cawed in acknowledgement.

"Heh heh heh… I would say that I hope you understand what it is you're asking for, but even I don't need to see the future to know that you do," quipped the fortune-teller before continuing in a serious tone, "In any case, you understand that whatever you learn of the future from me cannot be changed, even if you're relaying this to your counterpart of another time. The future that fate weaved for you, the boy, and all his friends and family cannot diverge."

The crow snapped its beak, as if in annoyance at the fortune-teller, who surprisingly didn't flinch at the small yet threatening gesture.

"I only told him a few things without context," the fortune-teller told the crow. "Even you understand that I am bound by fate to reveal only some of the future to others, much less him."

The crow cawed at her, although louder than before as if further annoyed at her response.

"Can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun? It's not my job to give him the full context of the future I read for him. Besides, he's got a bright future ahead of him."

The crow stayed perched on the crystal ball with its red eyes glowing as its only response.

"… Very well, straight to business then," the fortune-teller confirmed. "You and your counterpart are going to be responsible for guiding the boy to his role in life and the afterlife, both in this reality and another. But know this: you must guide him on the path fate weaved for him, even if he suffers for it."

The crow then cawed at the fortune-teller, as if emphasizing its final answer.

"Very well then," said the fortune-teller with a grim nod. She then swirled her hands around the crystal ball, which then glowed a bright light that consumed the crow. From this, the crow was bestowed numerous different visions of the future.

"Linc!" Blitzø shouted in his hellphone. "Linc! Where are you?!" Moxxie, Millie, and Loona all looked at Blitzø anxiously as they waited for a reply.

"Blitzø?" replied the voice of Lincoln through the phone's speaker. "I think I'm gonna have to take a rain check…"

On the other end of the line, Lincoln held his phone to his ear, but was staring with wide eyes, almost paralyzed in fear at the sight of what was in front of him: a large battalion of Exorcists, all preparing their blessed weapons and aiming them at the little human boy.

Lincoln groaned as he stirred from his unconscious state. Opening his eyes slowly and blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness, he found himself in a comfortable bed and a room furnished with basic furniture. In fact, the room looked really familiar to him.

"Lincoln!" called a voice next to him. He turned to see a young silver-skinned, white-haired young woman in a white dress and large white angel wings.

"… Emily?"

"What happened to Hell?" asked a despondent Lincoln as he stood atop the roof of Hazbin Hotel and scrutinized the view of Pentagram City, which looked like Hell's own version of a city undergoing a mass blackout as a result of an apocalyptic future.

"Hell's not the only one suffering like this," answered Emily as she too oversaw Pentagram City dejectedly.

"Heaven too?"

"Whoever did all of this, they got the Sins," explained Charlie as Lincoln listened intently. "They're causing a lot of harm and damage to their Rings…"

"It's almost the same in Heaven…" added Emily. "It's complete chaos up there. And all the powerful angels are the ones causing it, just like the Sins are doing in Hell…"

"And were they the ones who sent those Exorcists after me?" asked Lincoln.

"I can't say for sure, but I wouldn't be surprised," said Emily depressedly.

"Then again, they would've done it even without whoever's doing all this," interjected Vaggie bitterly.

"So you came here to escape from the chaos in Heaven?" Lincoln asked Emily.

"Yes… that, and I was hoping to ask for your help," answered Emily hesitantly.

"Me?"

"I've been watching you ever since I found out about you. I've seen how powerful you can be. And out of all the powerful angels and demons who've gone crazy from this, you, who probably possess even more power than them, are not going crazy. I believe that you're the one who can save everyone."

"Dad's the only one who's not turning Hell into even more of a hellhole," said Charlie. "But even with him doing everything he can to keep things stable, he can't stop this mess by himself."

"Then I gotta get to work," said Lincoln resolutely as he made his way to step out of the hotel. "But I'm gonna need some help."

"We'll do whatever we can," said Charlie with conviction, which Vaggie and Emily nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, but you're not the only ones I need."

"This mission's going to be way more dangerous," Lincoln warned his coworkers. "This is beyond anything we've ever got involved with. I can't ask you guys to do this with me."

"Good!" Blitzø replied roughly. "You think you can just ask me for help after you straight up ghosted us when all of Hell turned into double Hell?!"

"You might hold a lot of power, Lincoln," Stolas said to Lincoln. "But power alone isn't going to bring back balance."

"What else do you suggest?" asked Lincoln.

"You have to siphon some power from the other Rings, which means… you need to obtain some souls."

"Wait! I can't do that!" clamored Lincoln nervously. "I don't even know how to trap a soul into a contract, much less like the idea in the least bit!"

"Oh, I don't mean that kind of soul…" clarified Stolas with a knowing smile.

"… Wait, are you saying I should—?"

"— run a business?!" Moxxie inquired loudly with a dumbfounded expression.

"Businesses … plural…" clarified Lincoln blankly, staring off into space.

"Wait… he needs you to run businesses to weaken the other Rings to stop the chaos," summarized Millie. "So that means…"

" Seven businesses…" answered Lincoln with the same blank tone, which was reflected in the astonished looks his coworkers and friends in the Hazbin Hotel gave him.

"Starting and running these businesses is one part of the solution," explained Lincoln. "The other part is to get to the heart of the matter."

"You mean we need to actually get to the source of whatever's causing all of this?" asked Moxxie.

"Exactly, but that's where it gets even more dangerous…"

"Whoa… the fuck is all this?" asked Loona as she and her coworkers, as well as Charlie and her hotel crew traversed what looked like an underground ancient ruin.

"I had no idea all this was sitting under Hell this whole time…" Charlie commented.

"Don't know about you all, but something ain't right here…" said Husk, who felt very unnerved that his fur was practically standing.

"Yeah, something doesn't smell right," agreed Loona.

"AUGHHH!" shouted Lincoln suddenly. He gripped his chest over his heart as he fell to his knees, feeling an intense pain overwhelming him in an instant. The others, especially Millie, gathered around him as he fell into a fetal position, one hand clutching his chest and the other his head.

"Baby! What's going on?!" shouted a distressed Millie.

As quickly as the agony consumed Lincoln, the searing pain went away just as fast. Gasping for air in a cold sweat, he opened his eyes wide in utter fear, not paying attention to his friends by his side.

"Guys!" Lincoln choked out. "We have to get out of here! NOW! "

"What is it?!" asked Charlie.

"Something's in here, guys! Something very, VERY evil! "

"This is way bigger than I thought it'd be," commented Lincoln. "It's not just Hell and Heaven under threat. It's everything that exists." Lincoln then used his magic to open a portal to Earth. "Which means we're gonna need more help than before."

"… Lincoln?" inquired the voice of Lucy Loud. "Is that you?"

"You think you can just defy Hell's elites?" Andrealphus questioned Lincoln, who stood his ground defiantly. "You think you, a mere child, are above the laws of Hell?!

"So you're going to just throw your life away like it means nothing to any of us?!" Octavia shouted at Lincoln, who looked her in the eyes resolutely.

"I'm not gonna turn my back on my friends and family!" Lincoln retorted hotly.

"I'm your family!"

"So are they! They need me right now!"

"I need you! But you're just leaving me like dad did for that dickhead boss of yours!"

Lincoln looked up at a fairly rundown building, barely held together by its structure. He could see people in there, mainly employees of a business, but even then, there weren't enough, a major sign that the business is failing. With a deep breath and exhale, Lincoln started making his way to the entrance of the building.

"I promise, Verosika," Lincoln whispered to himself, placing a hand on the front door to push it open. "I'll get this place up and running."

"Do you even realize what you're trying to accomplish, boy?" Satan questioned in a dangerously low tone.

Images flashed one at a time, with one displaying Lincoln gathering his demonic power and facing off against Asmodeus…

Flash to another image of Lincoln dueling Beelzebub in the skies of the Gluttony Ring…

Flash to the next image of Lincoln battling Mammon in his home turf in the Greed Ring…

"ANDREALPHUS!" bellowed Lincoln in pure rage.

Lincoln immediately sprinted, but then teleported closer to the Goetia and executed a dropkick to his face with all the momentum he could muster. Unable to react within that instant, Andrealphus took the kick to the face with utter shock and was launched backwards like a cannonball.

"If any of you lay one GODDAMN finger on my friends and family again," Lincoln started his threat to Satan, holding the corpse of a loved one in a bridal carry, " I will bury the Ars Goetia ." Tears rolled down his cheeks, once of sadness, now of unbridled anger as he glared down at Satan. " I will crush it all down to the last demon… THAT… I promise you. "

"Please…" Blitzø sobbed quietly as he leaned on the emergency room doors of a facility within the Sloth Ring with both hands. With tears leaking down his eyes, he fell to his knees and leaned his head against the doors. "Just get up… I'll do whatever you want… Revenge, you name it… Just please come back… Lincoln…"

"There's only one way to fix this," Lincoln whispered to himself as he hovered an ancient glowing spellbook. "And now I'm brave enough to make the right choice…"

The bright light dimmed, revealing both the crow and the fortune-teller in their original spot. However, neither showed any signs of shock and awe.

"Well…" started the fortune-teller. "There are your answers. I'm sure your counterpart will appreciate this information." The crow cawed before taking off into the night sky to parts unknown. The fortune-teller sighed and remained silent for a few minutes before finally commenting to herself, "Lincoln… your life will be filled with so much excitement… but it will also be filled to the brim with perils. I just wish you didn't have to suffer through so much to achieve your happiness."

The fortune-teller then looked into her crystal ball one last time to see another vision of the future:

Lincoln stood bawling in the middle of a large group hug, surrounded by his sisters and parents crying tears of joy as his coworkers, Stolas, Octavia, Charlie, and Vaggie spectated the touching reunion with tears of their own.

-THE END-

So to explain the last part of this chapter, this is basically a glimpse into some of the ideas I brainstormed for another A Loud Among Demons fanfiction. However, that fic would have no relation to this fic. Instead, it'll be a different AU of the ALAD fic inspired by not only the Yakuza/Like A Dragon games, but also Transformers: Devastation and Sonic Frontiers. And that's all the hints I'll give for you to speculate on what that fic would entail.

Again, I apologize so much that this chapter came out so late. Writer's block is such a bitch, especially when you were on a roll with several chapters being written and posted. But at the very least, watching the Season 2 finale of Helluva Boss made up for it and gave me some ideas for the remaining chapters of this fic and the fic I had been brainstorming. Unfortunately, that fic will not be made for a long while because I want to see more ideas from both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel as they are made.

Hope you all enjoyed this omake. Once again, please give your support to Akito the Boxer, TvFan2244, Epic-Writer0.1, and last but not least, Chris Savino for The Loud House and Vivziepop for both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.