Author's Note: Please don't expect chapters up this soon next time. We'll be shifting to the two week release soon.

~MC~MC~MC~

Edwin suddenly sat up in his bed.

"Oh god… I had the worst dream… I thought I was still trapped on that blimp and Seto and Ishizu were verbally hate fucking each other."

He slowly got up, opened the blinds… and saw the red sky and violence-filled city before him.

"Ah… still in hell. That's slightly better."

~MC~MC~MC~

"I'm home!" Greta called out as she stepped into her apartment. "CeeCee?"

"In here!" her roommate called out from her bedroom. "Can you help me with this?"

"…I want to say no," Greta said even as she dropped her purse off on the table, taking a moment to take off her scrunchy and run her fingers through her 'hair' to make sure that it was all in place. Rather than normal strands Greta's head was topped with rattlesnake tails and she had to make sure that none got tangled up, lest they pull and cause her to begin rattling all over the place. It wasn't painful but it could be utterly annoying.

Satisfied that all was where it should be she headed into CeeCee's bedroom… and fought back a snicker.

"Oh my god what did they to you?" she gasped as she stared at her green skinned friend. Or rather her normally green skinned friend as CeeCee's face was blotched with all sorts of different colors.

"Rono decided that finger painting wasn't fun and he wanted to have a paint war instead," CeeCee said dryly.

"Well it's certainly a statement."

"Can you please help?" CeeCee asked. "I can handle my face fine but I know I got tagged once on the back of the head."

"Let me get my gloves," Greta said, moving the dresser where the heavy gardening gloves were. Whenever she thought her hair was a pain she remembered that CeeCee's were rose vines, meaning that combing it and styling it was a chore. Oh, CeeCee had SOME control over them but only when she was truly angry and when she was done they didn't retract or the like; they just stayed super long and she had to cut them off. So she tended just to leave them be but as a result she really couldn't do much like Greta.

"So," CeeCee asked as Greta began to push the vines back to see that, yes, there was paint all over them. They were thick and hearty and could stand a scrubbing but it was still a pain. "How was your day?"

"Better than yours!" Greta said with a laugh as she grabbed one of the cleaning brushes and began to work on CeeCee's vines. The two lapsed into idle chatter, discussing what they had done. Annoying co-workers, the line at the bank, so on.

It didn't matter that their jobs were utterly different the two had been fast friends for nearly a decade, ever since CeeCee, fresh in Hell, had answered Greta's ad for a roommate. Greta had lost her previous roommate to an Extermination… and might have, admittedly, purposely locked her out so she would be killed. But it was her fault! She used to clip her toenails in the living room and not bothered to clean them up! Disgusting AND a danger if Greta walked around barefoot!

Unlike the others that thought it was coming with free sex CeeCee just wanted a place to sleep after her shift at the Pentagram City Orphanage, teaching art to the at-need children. And Greta, with her job at the Envy Embassy, was more than happy to have someone who just wanted to sit down after a hard day and gab while watching trashy soap operas. CeeCee was like the baby sister Greta hadn't drowned.

Her phone chimed and at once Greta set down the brush, pulling off her gloves.

"HEY!" CeeCee complained. "What the hell?"

"It's a new Velvette update. I needed to check it."

"Its probably just what she's eating or a shot of her latest bowel movement. Could you please finish?"

"This is part of my job."

"You are an executive assistant!" CeeCee pointed out. "And Leviathan almost never comes to the Pride Ring! You spend your days watching an empty office."

"I know… isn't it great?" Greta grinned and CeeCee rolled her eyes. "There, done," she said, setting the phone down.

"Was it a bowel movement?"

"…no."

"You hesitated."

"I did not."

Before either of them could continue Greta's phone began to ring.

"Oh shit," she moaned as she looked at the screen. "Its him."

"Seriously?" CeeCee asked. "Again? This is the… 4th time this week, right?"

"Yes. He just can't take a hint! I keep telling him I can't pop up to Earth… I'm busy."

"You mean you can't do it anymore, what with the rules." CeeCee shook her head. "Just tell him the truth already."

"I can't!" Greta whined. "Its embarrassing! What am I supposed to say? 'Hey, so when you tried 5000 years ago to summon Leviathan he was in a meeting and told me he didn't want to be disturbed and I had just come off a bad breakup so I pretended to be him'. Yeah, that will go over real fucking well." She looked at her phone. "Fuck, he left a voice mail."

"Put it on speaker!" CeeCee said with a naughty grin.

Greta groaned but did as requested.

"Oh Great Leviathan!" the voice called out. "I beseech thee… its Dartz girl and… yeah, I might… I might have gone out and gotten drunk with Valon and… I am so horny right now. Can't you come over, please? I am collecting… so many fucking souls for you. Just so many. It will be worth it! You can have some souls, I'll put on some Netflixs and cuddle. Maybe you finally let me try… okay no, you don't have to. I mean-" There was some shuffling and muffled sounds. "I… I just really miss my wife!" He began to cry. "Come on your fucking bitch, I need this!"

"Didn't he cheat on his wife with you?" CeeCee asked.

"Yeah and he still called me by her name three times."

"He was really that good of a lay?"

"It was Atlantis… you ain't lived till you fucked one of them!"

~MC~MC ~MC~

Seto slammed the door of his office as hard as he could, taking only a second of satisfaction that he'd caused a few of the odds and ends that hung on his wall to shake. Honestly he was in the mood to just grab them all and begin hurling them about but that would mean having to call the janitor and…

And…

~EARLIER~

"Sir?" Martin said as Seto stormed into the KaibaCorp building. "You're… back early."

"I am," Seto growled.

"Uh… I am going to regret asking this but… why?"

"The Tournament has to be rescheduled," Seto muttered. "The advising board said that it wouldn't be able to continue on what with Edwin being dead."

"…what?" Aria said softly, eyes widened in shock. Seto looked about and realized that many of the department heads were loitering in the lobby. "Edwin… Edwin is dead?"

"He's dead," Seto confirmed. "And so is my tournament if I don't figure out how to salvage this mess." He continued on, vaguely hearing Aria let out a wail. "Would someone quiet her down? People die all the time, it happens. The world keeps spinning." He moved to the elevator… only to bounce against Moose, the head of the KaibaCorp janitorial staff.

"You made Aria cry," he said slowly.

"Yeah, people do that too, I've found. I don't understand why… I don't fall into pieces every time something bad happens to me. Just shows how weak they-"

Moose dropped a hand on his shoulder.

"If I see you again for the rest of the day I am going to take my broom and shove it up your cock hole."

Seto opened his mouth to tell the man he was fired… only to notice that the department heads that weren't sucking back tears were glaring at him, some slowly reaching for different weapons they just happened to have on their person.

"So take the stairs… sir," Moose said slowly.

~MC~MC~MC~

'Emotionally fragile cretins,' Seto muttered to himself. 'People die. It happens. Edwin would have died at some point anyway. I'm not happy about it either but its no use wailing and wallowing in self pity.' He shook his head and moved to his desk. 'And now I need to figure out how to get the Battle City Tournament back on schedule.'

It was all frankly a mess. Edwin was dead. Mai Valentine had gone missing and there were no reports that she'd used one of the escape orbs so it was entirely possible that she had died on the blimp, deciding to do the stupid thing and go down with her 'love'. As gag-inducing as that was. Yugi had also disappeared but Seto very much doubted he was dead; most likely he'd gotten lost in the shuffle. Brom Bones was missing and Marik and Ishizu had apparently been rescued… and both disappeared the moment they'd made it to port. According to the police at least ten dock workers had been found brutally murdered, they the last ones to see the Ishtar siblings.

'The police will want Ishizu brought in for questioning,' Seto thought. 'Doesn't matter that Chaos probably just died of a heart attack she had sworn revenge on him… could have poisoned him…' Seto looked at his desk and made a mental note to hire a food taster just for safety's sake. 'That leaves just Brom, Yugi, and myself and I can't locate the other two. I could claim that I win by default but that also leaves the God Cards in the wind.' He knew that Yugi had Slifer, Ishizu had Obelisk, and Marik Ra. And the Battle City Tournament had been set up to allow Seto to cleanly claim the cards; now the Ishtars wouldn't dare gamble them, meaning that he'd have to get messy when it came to collecting them.

Seto ran his tongue over his teeth before he dialed a number.

"Well… I was wondering if you'd ever grow some balls and call me," the cultured british voice on the other end said. "Though I don't know why you think I care to hear what you have to say."

"You did work for my father," Seto said coldly. "And you have a lifetime contract with KaibaCorp, meaning that if I call you then you have to accept the contract."

"Yes, I suppose you are correct," the man said with a sniff. "Now then… what is it you wish for me to do?"

"There is a woman. Ishizu Ishtar. She has harassed me during the Battle City Tournament and now may have very well gotten a minority shareholder killed. I want her brought to me… alive."

"Very well."

"She was last-"

"no no no," the british man whispered. "That isn't fun at all. I have the name… that's all I need."

"I want results. I don't have the time for you to waste playing games."

"You don't realize how good I am, do you?" the man retorted before hanging up.

Seto scowled and almost dialed him back only to see a text from Mokuba.

SETO… PLZ CALL

He took a breath… before swiping the message away.

Mokuba had been near hysterical when he'd learned of Edwin's death. Seto had done what he could but in the end had been forced, upon arriving back home, to have their private doctor give his brother a sedative. It must have worn off though and now…

…now Mokuba wanted a conversation that Seto wasn't ready to have at all.

'It can wait,' Seto thought to himself and he turned to his computer and began to work on figuring out how to restructure the Battle City Tournament. 'It can wait.'

~MC~MC~MC~

"So… Charlie said I should apologize," Vaggie said as Edwin settled down in the hotel's main ballroom for breakfast. Charlie had decided that they should do it as a buffet, that way people could pick and choose what they wanted to eat. She'd hired some of the best caterers in Pentagram City to supply the food, not quite sure what everyone liked and not wanting anyone to go hungry.

Edwin had to admit that it was nice to have regular looking pancakes.

"You know," Vaggie continued. "For what I said."

Edwin merely cut into his breakfast.

"So… we good?"

"I'm sorry was that the apology?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vaggie ran her hands could her cheeks and growled. "Fine… I am… sorry… I accused you of… sleeping with Angel."

"So not being a john?" He shrugged. "That seems kinda mean to Angel. And not really an apology to me."

"Are you seriously going to make this harder than it needs to be?"

Edwin merely bobbed his head up and down.

"Fine!" Vaggie snapped. "I am sorry I called you a john! We good?"

"Yup."

That made Vaggie start. "Wait, seriously?"

"Considering how Angel is it was a natural assumption. So we're good." He chuckled. "Was that so hard?"

"Seriously, are you friends with Alastor or something?" Vaggie asked. "Because I'm getting vibes from you that are too much like him."

A laugh filled the air, slightly distorted and tin-sounded. "Oh my dear, I already told you all that I hadn't met our new arrival." And with that Alastor stepped into the ball room, running the back of his hand along his sleeve, making sure there was no dust on it and everything was nice and straight. "But it seems I finally get a chance to meet the darling you've been hiding."

"We haven't been hiding him," Vaggie said.

"I was asleep," Edwin commented, standing up. "I get that most of hell loves to stay up til the crack of dawn but that just means they are all tired out while I'm wide awake and ready to seize the day."

"My my my, aren't you an eager beaver." Alastor held out his hand.

Edwin did the same… only there was a fork in it, which Alastor, after a moment, grabbed. Edwin wasn't about to accept any handshakes from the Radio Demon.

"Now I'm sure our dear Charlie is planning a little meet and greet later but I won't be able to attend, sadly. I am far too busy."

"Doing what, ruining more lives?" Husk asked from the end of the table, his plate empty as he suckled on some booze.

"Yes!" Alastor declared cheerfully, audience laughter filling the air around him. "Among other things. So, do tell us a bit about yourself, Edwin."

"I dislike pina coladas and getting caught in the rain."

That made the Radio Demon lean back slightly before he glanced at Vaggie. "That sounds like a reference. Is that a reference?"

"It's a reference," Edwin stated only for Alastor to hold up a finger, shushing him before looking to Vaggie who let out a sigh.

"It's a reference."

"Hahaha! Delightful." Alastor leaned in real close. "I would love to hear more."

"Get an empty bottle we can spin," Edwin said, forcing himself to remain calm with the fucking Radio Demon leering at him. He could feel Jackal ready to pounce and the thieves of Kul Elna ready to attack but he forced them to stand down. "Play truth or dare or twenty questions."

"I'm sure Husk ercould provide something."

"Oh, are we playin' spin the bottle?" Angel Dust said as he entered, at once making his way to the coffee machine, not noticing the tension in the room. "I love that game. If the bottle points to you then you decide where to stick it."

"That is not… never mind," Vaggie said with a groan just as Charlie bounced in.

"Oh, so many of you up! Normally its just me and Vaggie awake this early."

"I technically never went to sleep," Husk commented.

"Wait, its morning?" Angel said, blinking. "Huh… so that's what it looks like." He stared out the window, seeing the sky looking exactly like it always did. "Meh, overrated."

"I am so glad you are all here!" Charlie said, clapping her hands. "I want to go over what we'll be doing today…"

"Of course, Charlie!" Alastor said, never letting his eyes leave Edwin's gaze. "You and I can talk any time."

"I'll bring crackers," Edwin said with just as dark of a smile.

Charlie moved to the buffet and began work making what was the most colorful and happy pancake she could. Rainbow sprinkles, whip cream, lots of fruit… "Alright, so I am thinking that we need to do something today to truly welcome Edwin to the Hotel. Maybe a party-"

Angel perked up. "Oooh!"

"A happy normal party," Vaggie said, "not an orgy."

"Aw."

"But of course before that we'll be doing some sessions to help everyone become better people. The sharing hour, followed by the trust circle, this the trust hour and the sharing circle." Charlie beamed even as she walked over to Vaggie, giving her a kiss on the temple.

"I think, in honor of him being here," Alastor cut in, "Edwin should choose our first activity."

"That's a great idea!" Charlie said. "Of course we'll have to make sure its appropriate for redemption but anything else is a go!"

"You made that mistake of saying anything goes before, haven't you?"

"…maybe," Charlie said before shaking her head. "But that is in the past and that can't hurt us again."

"At least until we get the doctor results back," Husk muttered, glancing at Angel.

"I'm tellin' ya they were just cuts! Cuts in the shape of herpie sores!"

"Well Edwin?" Alastor asked, slinking around him as he moved to the buffet. "What do you think we should do?"

"…art therapy."

Everyone just stared at him.

"I'm sorry but… what the flying fuck is Art Therapy?" Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

"ART THERAPY?!" A british snake demon declared, sliding into the room with a giddy smile. "Oh, I haven't done that in ages! Or at all. I don't think I've done it at all. But art therapy!? Please please please!"

"Uh… who is-?"

"Sir Pentious," the snake said. "And I am ssssso on board with Art Therapy!"

"Was that a hissing speech impediment or just because you were excited?" Edwin asked.

"Yes!"

"Again, what the fuck is art therapy?" Husk asked.

"Why do you care, you won't be doing it," Edwin pointed out.

"Huh. Good point." And with that Husk went back to drink.

"Art therapy is where you have people do things like paint or sculpt or the like in order to work through their emotions. Lets them release their anger or work through their grief by creating something. Doesn't have to be good; its just a way to express yourself without words."

Charlie's eyes twinkled at that. "That sounds… amazing!" She thrust one hand up, which happened to be holding her pancake and thus forced Vaggie to open her mouth and catch the drop of syrup that was dripping off of it. "Its like how I express myself through song."

"Except not through song," Edwin said quickly.

"Right," Charlie said, deflating a touch before perking right back up. "But you're right… that would be a lot of fun. We could either do different styles of art each sessions or let everyone just pick what they want to do."

"Fuck it, I'm in," Angel said. "Anything is better than the sharing triangle." He leaned in to Vaggie. "Maybe you should join in. Work on some of your rage issues."

"I do NOT have rage issues!" Vaggie snarled. "You say that again and I will strangle you with your own cock!"

"Is she saying he has a huge dick or a tiny throat?" Edwin asked Sir Pentious, the Princess giggling awkwardly.

"Uh… well I'm going to participate Vaggie so you should too… it could be a couple's thing." Vaggie looked at her girlfriend before letting out a sigh, Charlie beginning to mumble about what they'd need.

"Well, you all enjoy that. Unfortunately Husker and I have things to do."

"We do?" Husk asked only for Alastor to shoot a dark look his way. "Uh… yeah, we do."

"Too bad," Edwin said, side-eyeing Alastor.

"Yes… too bad."

The two stared at each other.

Sir Pentious, who was in the middle of them, shifted awkwardly.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Mind telling me what the fuck that was about?" Husk asked as he followed Alastor outside of Hazbin Hotel. "And what you need me for? I thought you wanted me to watch the front desk of that place!"

"Why I do!" Alastor proclaimed. "Its just that I have something just as important that we need to do. Or rather I need to do but I work far better if I have an audience to watch my greatness."

"Listen, I love violence as the next demon but I'm in no mood to see what horrors you are in the mood for."

"Oh hohoho! Husker, you simple minded cad! I assure you this has nothing to do with violence. At least not yet." Alastor tapped the demon with his cane right on his hat. "No… we are going to do some good ol' fashion investigating."

"Investigating? Investigating what?"

"Why, the newest guest at this hotel," Alastor proclaimed. "Come now… you don't think it odd that he was the one in trouble but our horny little friend Angel Dust was the only one injured? All bruised and bloodied but Edwin had not even a tiny scratch?" He shook his head. "no no… it is clear that something happened there that they aren't sharing… and I intend to find out what." Alastor jabbed his cane forward. "Come Husker! The game is afoot!"

~MC~MC~MC~

Nephthys and Horus glanced at each other and then back at The Lone Wolf Bar.

"You're sure they are in there," Horus finally said.

"I'm sure of it, brother" the third of their number, Khonsu, said with a smirk before glancing at Nephthys. "What's wrong… too low brow for you?"

"I suppose it works if you like dive bars," Nephthys said with a sniff.

"Remember," Horus said firmly, "we are here to be respectful. Don't say anything to upset them. Especially the human."

"Former human," Khonsu reminded him. "And let me do the talking." He had tried to get his brother to stay out of this but Horus had insisted on coming, thinking that the Titans would be offended if proper dues weren't made to them. "I don't need you saying the wrong thing and pissing either of them off."

"I wouldn't-"

Neph cut him off. "Sweetie… you called the newest titan a human. She might get offended."

"She's barely been immortal for a day."

"And you know how baby gods are. And this is a baby titan. Made by a goddess… a titan… who wasn't that stable to begin with."

Horus huffed. "You're just pissy because this isn't some upscale hooch shop."

"Don't ever call it 'hooch' again," Neph warned.

"Oh, this will end well," Khonsu muttered as he stepped into The Lone Wolf.

No one would ever mistake the bar for one belonging to mortals. The moment they were through the door they found themselves in a great open grassy field, with a massive sky filled with swirling nebulas and galaxies all around them. And, of course, a giant moon that was so close each of the three Egyptian Gods felt like they could reach up and caress its surface. There was a small pond off to one side where nymphs were ready with glasses, dunking them into the water and using their magic to turn the liquid into whatever one desired it to be. As for where to sit one could pick any type of seat they wanted. Some lounged on blankets. Others had candle lit tables. Others entire booths right in the middle of the field.

Horus elbowed Nephthys who merely glowered.

"Its… nice," she muttered.

"Over there," Khonsu said, gesturing to a pool table where two silvery blond women were playing a game. From a distance both looked to be near twins but as they got closer the three could see the differences. The older of the two had hair that went down to her ankles and was wearing a sleek silver dress, watching in amusement as the other, her hair much shorter and wearing a belly-baring top and painted on black jeans, rose up on her bare tiptoes as she focused on her shot. Both were also rather… well… big. Not as large as titans normally could get but at least 8 feet tall, forcing the Egyptian Gods to look up slightly. Off to one side were a man and a woman who were currently drinking their sorrows away. "Hello cousin."

"Khonsu," Selene said with a slight smile. "Come to say hello to the new member of the family?"

"Of course," the falcon-headed god said with a smile.

"Tea," the shorter haired moon goddess said, not even bothering to glance at him. "Selene?"

"I'll deal with them, you keep playing." She looked at the others, none of them blinking at the fact that the balls appeared to hold galaxies in them. Most likely an illusion… most likely. "She's a pool hustler. She's already won so many favors." She gestured at the other two. "Our mortals, Yuri and Renard. Don't mind them, they are still in mourning."

"And you aren't?" Khonsu asked. "I know how long you've waited for Endymion's-"

"Edwin!" Tea snapped, sinking a ball.

"…Edwin," Selene confirmed. "He wanted to be called Edwin. I can… at least give him that." Her sorrow disappeared though as she glared at the three, taking a step forward and growing another few feet. "They mourn for him. I've moved on to revenge."

"We're aware," Khonsu stated. "That's why we are here… we want to make sure you don't do anything rash-"

"You should be more worried about keeping me from acting. It gives me time to think. And that is NOT a good thing."

"Right," Khonsu said as the runic tattoos began to appear on Selene's flesh, showing how angry she was. "No one is denying what happened to Edwin was horrible. It was cruel and wrong. And you deserve revenge. We just want to make sure it is against the ones that deserve it."

"Your priestess. Ishizu Ishtar."

Khonsu held up his hands. "She has no connection to us. The tombkeeper served the Pharaoh but the Pharaoh is long gone." He paused. "Okay, one is around but he disowned her. Which means we've disowned her. Can you blame us for what she did? Really?"

Selene considered that, leaning on her pool cue. "I really want to. I really really do. You watched what happened and now my love is dead."

"Maybe he-" Khonsu though elbowed Horus before he could finish.

"Yes. And you have full rights to go after Ishizu. We won't stop you. In fact we'll help you, if that's what you want."

Selene considered that before shaking her head. "I want to do this on my own. Just me and my sister."

"Right," Khonsu agreed. "All we are asking is… Egypt is innocent in this."

"She is their ambassador."

That made Khonsu wince. "Right… that was a… really dumb pick. But we all make dumb decisions."

"Like making a human a-" Horus said only for Nephthys to elbow him. "Why is everyone doing that!"

"But do the innocent people of Egypt deserve to die?" Khonsu pressed. "Do they deserve to suffer because of Ishizu?" He dropped his voice. "And… is that what your Edwin would have wanted?"

"…he can't tell us what he wanted," Selene muttered. "He's dead."

"Dead… is not gone," Nephthys pointed out.

"It is with him," Selene said. "I have checked with Hades… his soul did not end up in the Underworld. Not in the fields… not in the caves. What she did… how she killed him… it destroyed him. At best he will pull himself together but it will take thousands of years for that to happen. Plenty of time for Egypt to heal from what I do to it."

"Just because he's not in one underworld doesn't mean he can't be in another!" Horus said, much to Khonsu' horror.

"…what?" Selene said slowly, turning her gaze on the Sun God.

"Your Edwin… he's not reforming. He's in another underworld." Horus smirked. "We are the gods known for the dead, Selene… we have ears out for the most interesting news in the world of the deceased. Edwin Chaos is in another afterlife… and that means he might never come back."

"What… do you know?"

"I know where he is," Horus said even as Khonsu tried to get him to be quiet. "Give your word that Egypt will be spared and I'll tell you."

Selene… smirked.

"No."

"…huh?" Horus said, instantly deflating.

"If you had him or if one of your allies did you would be instead offering him to me. So that means you only know where he is but can't access him. And as you said… you are death gods. So you are tied to plenty of underworlds and afterlifes. That eliminates a lot of options of where he could be. So no… I think I'll find him on my own. I just haven't decided if it will be before or after I destroy all of Egypt."

Khonsu saw the two humans come out of their drunken stupor over that comment but before he could say a word Horus… exploded in rage.

"You think we fucking fear you?" he snarled. "You are a Titan… one that only is free because you suckled at Zeus' tits and got him to let you go free. You are the Moon… not war. Not battle. Not fire or sea. The Moon. What can the moon do to hurt us? You aren't a warrior, Selene… so all your threats are utterly meaningless."

Selene shrugged. "You're right. I'm no warrior."

CRACK!

The Egyptians turned to see that Tea had snapped her pool cue in half, the newly made Titan slowly walking towards them, twirling the two pieces.

"But she is."

~15 Minutes Later~

Nephthys snarled as she slammed her shoulder against the wall of The Lone Wolf, biting back a scream as she popped her shoulder back into place. "Well… that went fucking well!" she snapped at Horus who was looking over the crack in his beak, wincing when he touched it.

"How was I supposed to know the baby titan would-"

Khonsu cut him off. "WHAT did I fucking tell you?" he snapped. "What did I tell you? Don't talk. Let me talk! And now you ruined everything!"

"Ruined… she was never going to cut a deal with us! You heard her! She doesn't need us!"

"Because you presented it wrong!" Khonsu complained. "I was going to tell her that we would help her look for Edwin. Put out feelers to all the underworlds and afterlifes. And when we found him help her negotiate his release. You tried to use that info as blackmail and now she's even more pissed!" He shook his head. "Go back to Osiris. Tell him we need to prepare for war."

Horus stared at him for a long moment before sighing, disappearing in a burst of flames.

"Damn it all," Khonsu muttered.

"We still have options," Nephthys stated, rubbing her shoulder.

"I don't see how. Selene isn't going to want to speak to any of us. I might be able to reach out to the other Moon Gods and Goddesses-"

"Not her. The Baby Titan. Tea. She's the weakness." Nephthys smirked. "She was only made a god yesterday. That means she still has connections to the human world. That's how we strike." The goddess of the dead chuckled. "And I… know… how…"

~MC~MC~MC~

"And… there!" Charlie said with a grin, lifting up her drawing. "I'm ready to present my work!" Everyone looked up from their own projects as Charlie grinned. "I call this Happy Family!"

She flipped around the drawing and everyone… grimaced.

"Uh… so I want to make sure I have this right," Sir Pentious said. "Because that-"

"Fucking sucks," Angel said, Charlie's smile instantly deflating.

"What he meant," Vaggie said, trying to be diplomatic, "is we'd like some context."

"Oh, right!" Charlie said with a giggle. "See, I decided to begin drawing without thinking. Just let my mind wander as the crayon wandered over the page! Try not to worry about the colors or the shapes of things just… let the drawing draw itself."

"Okay…" Vaggie said slowly. "So… that's you in the center." She said, pointing to a drawing that looked like Charlie… hugging herself and crying.

"Yup! I think that turned out great."

"And your dad is that… figure all the way on the far right side of the page?"

"Uh huh."

"The one with his back turned to you?"

Charlie nodded. "Yeah. Really fit, you know."

"And that small little blob on the top left corner?"

"That's my mom. I was going for an abstract kind of thing."

Edwin raised an eyebrow. "Wow."

"What about you, Vaggie?" Charlie asked. "What did you do?"

Vaggie shrugged and lifted up what she'd sculpted from clay: a goose with a bunch of knives in its back.

"I call it "I Remember"."

"…well… that is… sweet."

"Me next!" Sir Pentious said with a laugh, revealing his drawing: a self portrait. "Isn't it lovely? I think I'll have it framed!"

"Its very nice," Charlie said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. "Angel?"

"Oh, mine is great!" Angel said, revealing his own drawing.

"Are those two dinosaurs-?" Vaggie began.

"Blowing each other? Yeah."

"Can I frame that too?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Let's… move onto Edwin. I was afraid you wouldn't come back after you left."

"I needed to use some fire for mine," he admitted. "Didn't want to burn anyone." He paused, pressing his lips together. "Can any of you burn?"

"Sinner demons aren't immune to flames," Vaggie said. "So Angel and Sir Pentious would have gone… you know… poof. Me too, of course," she added.

"Huh… so just me and Charlie then," he said, scratching at his beard. "Meh, good to know." And with that he revealed his piece.

Everyone's eyes went wide.

"I started with clay, sculpting out the design," Edwin said as the rest of the group crowded around the small metal object he'd made. It was half an orb with what looked like a sideways C under it, the ends of which curling slightly. "Once that set I used plaster to make an inverse mold. Then I poured some metal in and waited for it to harden. Popped it out and… there you are."

"Its beautiful," Charlie said, lifting it up. "Is… is this gold?"

"Fool's Gold," Edwin lied. "I found a few pieces in my pocket when I arrived in Hell and figured… hey, why not make something beautiful out of it." He paused. "I call it a Millennium Eye."

"This is… I have no words." Charlie smiled as she gazed at the piece of jewelry. "I mean I have words its just… none of them are good words and…"

"I know." Edwin paused. "Keep it."

"What?"

"Keep it. I can make more if I want."

"You… you mean it?" Charlie asked.

"Think of it as a thank you gift for the warm welcome."

"Ya know, I bet a lot of demons would like something like this if it were made of real gold," Sir Pentious said.

"Hmmm… there's a thought," Edwin said, rubbing his chin. "Would be nice to have some pocket change…"

As the group discussed Edwin's potential new business none of them noticed the Millennium Eye briefly flash the same blue as Edwin's fires before its lid opened, looking about before shutting again.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Note: Fun fact! I do in fact know how to do metal casting jewelry.