THE NEXT MORNING:
Loona suddenly woke up naked in bed, exposing her cleaned-up furry body. Except for the breasts, which she covered with the blanket.
She looked around to see she was in her bedroom back at Blitzø's place. A huge giveaway was the door with signs and stickers saying:
"KEEP OUT!"
"BEWARE OF DOG!"
"NO MOXXIES ALLOWED!"
Realising that, she sighed in annoyance as her expression changed from blank to her usual grumpy self.
A few minutes later, she was up and out of bed, dressed up in a half-torn singlet with the word 'NO!' painted in blood on it.
She walked out of the room to find her adopted dad, Blitzø, already up and at 'em making breakfast.
"Oh, good morning Loonie!" he said in a happy-go-lucky mood. "How did you sleep?"
"Like I wish I stayed asleep." she silently growled under her breath.
Loona sat down just in time for Blitzø to serve her breakfast. Scrambled eggs on two horse-shaped pancakes.
"Eat up now, we got a big day of work ahead of us. Who knows what miracles it'll do for that hangover of yours?"
"Hey! If you wanna talk about hangovers, don't!" snapped Loona angrily. "In fact, don't talk at all. I'm in no mood to hear you."
"Suit yourself. But I'm always here to talk." Blitzø replied in a calm tone.
"You better. Because Satan knows what'll happen if I sniff you at my apartment." the hellhound gave a threatening look.
"P'shaw! I'd never!" chuckled Blitzø in a scoff. "Now eat up, seriously. I heard there are hell-flies around."
"Goddammit." sighed Loona, as she wolfed down her eggs and pancakes in 5 seconds flat, like a normal wolf.
This put a shocked and rather nervous look on Blitzø's face. He even ate his breakfast with his shaking hand.
"Well, thanks for the breakfast Blitzø. But if you decide to make scrambled eggs again, make sure the butter balances with the texture." Loona spoke calmly at first, before glaring at him in her anger again. "GOT IT?!"
"Yes, dear. Yes." gulped the still-smiling imp.
Loona then walked into her room to get changed while Blitzø groaned to himself in relief.
A few more minutes later, Loona walked out of her apartment to the company van in her usual clothing. No bra, just short shorts, leggings, fingerless gloves, and a halter top exposing her hairy belly.
"Okay Blitzø, let's get this shit day over with." she grumbled.
"That's the spirit, Loonie." smiled Blitzø, before she grabbed his arm hard.
"How many times have I told you to knock it the hell off?!" she shouted. "Call me Loonie again, I'll call you Verosika! I MEAN IT!"
"Now, now, no need to call me that." stuttered Blitzø anxiously.
Loona interrupted him, placing a sharp claw at his lips. "You prefer me ripping you apart?"
The imp gasped as he quickly shook his head in response.
"Then, shut the fuck up, and drive." she ominously whispered, before letting go of him.
Blitzø then began driving to work, with a little blood trickling down his upper lip where Loona shushed him.
AT I.M.P
The I.M.P building was just like any other boring office. It was a fixer-upper at times, due to crashing through walls or setting atriums on fire, but still a good place to set up shop or call home with little rent.
As Loona sat at her desk playing with her phone, Moxxie was going over the overdue paperwork while his wife Millie practiced her swings with her fake human targets.
"Good aim, honey." commended Moxxie, looking up at the action. "Just... take some advice for me."
"Moxxie hun, we've been over this. I know what I'm doing." Millie replied in a sultry country voice. Sort of like a voice you'd fall asleep to being tucked in as a child.
"I know, but let me demonstrate." Moxxie pulled out the folder of a previous target from the filing cabinet. "Imagine, I'm a 24-year-old Caucasian male who does trampoline back-flips and mastered a green belt in Taekwondo. Which power move do you..."
Before he could finish, Millie bolted off towards one of her cardboard humans that fit the description, and shredded it to bits with her axe like a cat.
"Done!" she said in a sweet expression, wagging her demon tail.
Loona, as unamused as she was, looked up at the scene with a small smirk and said: "Damn."
"Use..." Moxxie finished speaking, very flabbergasted at what he just saw. "The point is, Mills, what if there's a target we can't face the way you think?"
"Don't be silly Moxx, we've each said that for every shrivelled human or enemy we've each faced." Millie reassured him. "Those agent guys, Striker, (shivers) Rolando."
"Okay then. What if our next target is someone we TRULY can't face? One that we don't see coming?"
"Hmm, I don't see how that'd change things." shrugged Moxxie's wife. "But I guess you're right."
"Look, I know you have your family's wrath, hence your hometown's name... say what the hell?" Moxxie was stunned to hear that from Millie.
"I genuinely agree. Perhaps I know my own strength, but not my own limits." she began to purr, tracing her finger along Moxxie's chest. "I'll keep that in mind, if you treat me right..."
"Mills, Loona could hear..."
Before Moxxie could finish, Loona 'affectionately' called out to him. "HEY FATTY!"
"Told ya, didn't I?" he groaned.
"Get your ass back to those phone bills before I tell Blitzø you're slacking off!" she shouted from her desk again.
"Yes ma'am!" shivered the white-haired imp as he marched back to the couch.
Loona was only a little surprised to have that immediate reaction from him, but still kept her smug look.
"And while you're at it, check out that weight loss ad I paper-clipped to the income." she cackled.
"Wow, goody, thank you Ms. Loona." Moxxie mocked her in a very sarcastic tone.
"Wanna talk smack to me again, old dick?!" Loona snapped back, nearly sounding pissed off.
"Get along, you two!" Blitzø intervened from his office. "I've got Stolas on the phone!"
"Yes boss." replied Moxxie, as he moved his paperwork to the meeting room.
"Stolas?" asked Millie, sounding puzzled. "I thought you'd be happy for him since that Halloween party you spied on."
"Oh, I am. It's just... he wants to discuss actual business, no biggie."
"Hm, okay." Millie shrugged again, as she went back to target practice.
"Hell yeah, keep up the good work Mills!" he cheered her on. "Now where's that little guy at?"
"Don't care where he at." replied Loona flatly. "As long as he's not near me."
"I... respect your decision. Loonie." said Blitzø, before quickly closing the door just in case Loona would kill him for calling her that name again.
"Literally just said I don't care!" she called from the other side.
"Ah, thank Satan." he sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his head and holding the phone to his horn again. "So where were we, Stolas?"
Stolas Ars Goetia, the owl prince, was in front of the TV at his mansion, eating some cereal whilst the phone levitated up to his ear by magic.
"I believe, Blitzø." he began speaking in another sultry tone. A British accent. "That we were discussing the terms and agreements on your latest deal for business."
"I know, from time to time, I get the Grimoire for occasional big-time missions in the field, whereas right now, I get this... shiny bar of soap."
Blitzø held the Asmodean crystal in his hand. It was another powerful artefact that Stolas acquired from Ozzie, sin of the Lust Ring, for Blitzø to continue his company without breaking demon law. As well as relationship-status connections too complicated to mention.
"Correct." Stolas replied through the phone.
"And just so we're clear, not even Satan would find out about this?" he asked.
"As long as your precautions are properly set, then yes."
"Whatever you say, Your Highness." replied Blitzø. "Assuming I only call you that now, after..."
"Hey, listen to me." said Stolas in sympathy while rubbing the phone with his fingers. "You're still my Blitzy from before. Nothing can change that. Nothing yet, nothing will."
"Yeah... I can't help but feel it's too late for that actually." chuckled Blitzø with an awkward blush.
STOLAS - "Be as it may, there's always things in life to adapt to, perfectly or no. We may have known each other since childhood and there's usually an end, but that's only to some of those things. Like this relationship-wise thing you believe we're trapped in."
BLITZØ - "In my defence, while I'm being honest with each other, you had that same feeling for a while now too, so we both can't help to feel guilty and pleasured as charged, right?"
"Which is exactly why you've failed at whatever snow-job you just tried pulling me into, Blitzø." said Stolas seriously.
"Sorry. Force of habit."
"Anywho, it'll be best if we could still keep half of our contractual relationship in check until things are fully set the way we want them to be." continued Stolas. "Do we have a deal?"
Blitzø paused, pinching his nose to have a think about this. He and Stolas had their magnetic fields since starting I.M.P with the Grimoire, concocting an agreement where every Full Moon, the two would... exchange favours for it. Up until the moon where things got so complicated for them, hence the Asmodean crystal in I.M.P's possession.
On the plus side, seeing this would help restrain it back to his former glory, Blitzø knew both artefacts would come in handy, whether one had a more stronger advantage than the other.
"Stolas, you've got yourself a fucking agreement!" grinned Blitzø, standing tall and having made his decision.
"Ooh, splendid days!" Stolas said, before clearing his throat. "I mean, I guess that settles it. I'll be in contact when need be, but please do call first, I love our little conversations."
"Aww that's sweet..." "Business-wise, Blitzø. I still have my mixed feelings."
"Yeah, fine." sighed Blitzø. He knew he was right. "But hey, tell Via I said hi one day."
As Blitzø said that, Stolas hung up the phone-call altogether.
It was too soon for him to say as recently, his 17-year-old daughter Octavia had recently passed the breaking point of her neglected child syndrome and left the two to be happy with each other.
Even if he broke up with him long after that fateful Full Moon first.
Blitzø moaned and rested his head on his desk for a nap, knowing it was a day he'd regret for good. One he'd never forgive himself for as much as Stolas.
Loona, meanwhile, crept into the office with a half-full beer bottle in one hand and a magazine in another, secretly checking on him with no-one looking.
"Blitzø? Dad, you okay?"
She waited a few seconds to see if he'd react, before going back to her snarky self.
"Or... whatever." she huffed and left the office.
But all the same, she kept feeling like she should be lucky and grateful for the imp who did take her away from what shitty lifestyle she once lived in as a pup.
THAT AFTERNOON
Loona was soon napping at the desk with her sharp-fanged mouth wide open.
Moxxie passed her by with his paperwork, accidentally inhaling her foul-smelling breath, combined of booze, flesh, and a hint of...
"Fucking avocado salad!" he seethed to himself.
Then, very carefully and slowly, he tried closing her muzzle without getting his arm chewed off. Thankfully, he did it without that happening, but only with little bits of slobber stuck to his hand.
In disgust, he shook it off and some got on the bone-shaped telephone which ironically started ringing.
Moxxie then heard it and picked it up before Loona could.
"Hello, I.M.P!" he said in a happy sing-song voice. "How may we help you?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Loona screamed herself awake.
"Ya snooze ya lose, mutt!" sang Moxxie again, in a startled voice.
Loona just growled at the imp's attitude, tracing a finger along her neck.
"...Anywho," Moxxie gulped before returning to the call. "How may we help you, sir? (Silence) Ooh, shit... sorry, ma'am."
Loona couldn't help but snicker at the imp's little accidental fuck-up before reading her magazine.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..." Moxxie started writing down the client's notes on a piece of paper, based on what the call was about.
"You got it, ma'am. The Immediate Murder Professionals are on the job." he smiled before hanging up.
He walked over to Blitzø's office and knocked lightly on the door.
"Hey sir! We've got a client!" he called out, before Blitzø slammed the door wide open.
"Alright gang! We've got ourselves a fucking target to kill!" he exclaimed. "Loona, you're coming with us on this one."
"Can't... breathe...!" Moxxie suffocated from behind the door.
A/N: Things are about to get interesting from here. Be sure to leave a review or a PM in case you liked this chapter or like the story thus far.
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