I've made this to replace Helluva Spawn for a few reasons. The main one is that, helluva Spawn felt rushed and quick. I feel like I didn't plan things out with it that could've worked. Plus, I had been too engrossed with making a Helluva Boss fic that i didn't properly plan it out. But now, new ideas have hit my head and I felt the need to try my hand at something new, something to let me work with both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, try and use the two shows in in one story.
And so, that is how Hell's Hellhound Prince was created. i have read a couple of fics where the MC is a Hellhound and is adopted by Charlie Morningstar. I wanted to try something similar with my new OC, only he won't be Charlie's adopted son...
He'll be the adopted son of Lucifer and Lilith. Don't think I've seen a story where the MC is adopted by those two, well save for one which was a crossover with Naruto.
Don't worry, like with Helluva Spawn, the pairing is still OC/Loona/Verosika Mayday, though Loona will most likely be the first girlfriend and Verosika will take some time, maybe, who knows?
Anyway, as for the OC. His name will be Fenrir Morningstar, named after the Great Wolf from Norse mythology. His appearance is that of the werewolf from the 2004 Van Helsing movie, which you can see in the story cover picture. Just imagine that the eyes are like every other Hellhound's in the Helluvaverse.
As for weapons, aside from his teeth and claws, he will wield Death's sickles from Puss in Boots: The last Wish, though they'll have a little upgrade.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss. I only own the OC Fenrir Morningstar.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Fucking Zombie Jesus' rotting meat-stick— Shut up!" A clawed fist dropped down on the device, shattering it to oblivion. An annoyed growl came from under the bed covers as the occupant started sitting up. "Fuuuuck. I hate when I do that. That's the fifth alarm clock this month."
When the bed covers fell, they revealed a male Hellhound in his early twenties, around twenty-two, with a wolf-like appearance, pitch black fur, a leaned, toned and muscular physique that showed the Hellhound was built for fighting but made sure to not make his body look like some bulky bodybuilder who took too many steroids. He also had red sclera, white irises and slit-like pupils like almost every other Hellhound.
And his only piece of clothing a pair of black boxers.
His name was Fenrir Morningstar, the adopted son of Lucifer and Lilith, the King and Queen of Hell.
Fenrir sighed as he looked at the remains of his alarm clock with a look of annoyance. It was often that he smashed an alarm clock due to it getting on his nerves when it set off, and he'd maybe slam his arm down on it too hard to turn it off resulting in it being smashed to pieces.
"That's it, I'm sticking to my damn phone." He grumbled and got out of bed, yawning as he stretched before snapping his jaws shut. "Last thing I want is mom to get on my back about smashing a total of forty alarm clocks."
After leaving his bedroom, which looked like something a prince would sleep in given how luxurious it looked, Fenrir went into the bathroom which looked equally as luxurious. Then again, this was the castle of Lucifer and Lilith themselves, so of course they'd make it look like it belonged to royalty.
Turning the tap water on, Fenrir splashed his face with some water to get rid of the drowsy, tired look on his face, then dried his face off with a towel before entering a shower. When that was done after roughly thirty minutes, he got out, got dressed into a pair of black jeans and a black tanktop.
Following that, he brushed his teeth and made sure they looked healthy before nodding to himself in the mirror, making his way out of the bathroom before he licked his long muzzle as the smell of food hit his nostrils.
"Oh that smells good." He said in delight before hurrying his pace until he came to the dining room where the family would always have breakfast, lunch or dinner together... at least until Charlie moved out to get started on her passion project of redeeming Sinners so they could go to Heaven.
In the dining room sat the King and Queen of Hell, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.
Lucifer was a slender-figured man with white skin featuring rosy-cheeks, blonde hair with thin light coral streaks on the thicker, paler-blonde highlights, and eyes with light yellow sclera and red pupils. He was dressed in his usual white and red clothing that resembles somewhat like that of a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes, which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared suit with eight golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped waistcoat with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie.
Lilith was as a tall demoness with an hourglass figure, and very pale-lilac skin. Her eyes have light violet irises, very pale yellow sclera, slit pupils, and long thick eyelashes. Her calf-length hair is blonde with thick honey-colored streaks, and it perpetually flows in the air, even when she isn't moving. She was dressed in a simple robe that flowed down to her ankles.
Lilith was the first to greet him. "Morning, sweetie."
Lucifer looked up from his newspaper (Because even Hell had them) and grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. "Hey kiddo! Another alarm clock destroyed?"
Fenrir just grumbled at that as he took a seat across from them, started to grab whatever he desired for breakfast this morning. "I'm sticiking to my phone. Alarm clocks are so annoying and grate on my ears."
"So, that's what? The fifth one this month? Hmm, forty in total." Lucifer hummed in amusement. "That must be a record. You'll almost beat your mother's record for how many windows she shattered from-"
"Luci." Lilith looked at her husband with a 'sweet' smile that made the King of Hell shiver... and Fenrir grimaced as he knew it was a good shiver judging from the smell that was in the air. "Please don't give our son details of my... pregnancy mood swings anymore than you already have."
Fenrir couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Apparently Lilith was a right terror when she was pregnant with Charlie and all of Hell practically shook in fear with her mood swings. Nobody was safe, and Fenrir was glad that he hadn't been around that time, much less born, to experience that for himself.
"Yes, sweetie." Lucifer chuckled, shifting in his seat before looking at his son. "So, sport, what's on your agenda for today?"
"Looking for work of course." Fenrir shrugged, taking a drink from some apple juice. "Probably do part-time bodyguarding."
Lucifer scoffed with an eye-roll. "You're our son, which makes you the Prince of Hell, and you want to do bodyguarding for a job? You do know that's what most Hellhounds are used for and I don't want to see that for my son."
"Most Hellhounds aren't exactly me." Fenrir countered. "Besides, I said it would be part-time, not full time. Who knows, maybe I'll join an assassination business."
Lucifer hummed. "That works."
"And maybe you'll finally find a girl to bring home and finally make us grandparents." Lilith teased, causing Fenrir's eyes to widen as his ears shot up straight. Lucifer chuckled.
"Mom!" Fenrir's lowered his head with a whine at her teasing. "Why do you always have to tease me about that?"
"Because I want to see my puppy happy with a girl that he loves, or two~!" Lilith threw him a wink, making him whine into his hands. "And I want grandchildren to spoil. I'm not getting any younger."
Fenrir gave her a deadpanned look. "You're over 10,000 years old and immortal to boot! You can wait a little longer!"
"No, I can't." the Queen of Hell countered. "I want grandchildren to spoil, and I want them now! And with your sister dating Vaggie, I don't see her giving me grandchildren unless she adopts."
Lucifer looked up from his newspaper. "Not gonna lie, I am interested in being a grandpa myself."
"I hate both of you." Fenrir grumbled into his hands, then looked at his parents. "Look, I don't even know if I'll get a girlfriend. Any girl that's shown interest in me is because they just want to have sex with me or because I'm the Prince of Hell. If I get a girlfriend, I want her to love me for being just me, not the Prince of Hell.
Lilith reached over and put a hand on her son's arm, gently rubbing it. "I know, sweetie. And trust me when I say this; I know you'll find that girl one day, or maybe two. Polygamy is legal in Hell, so I wouldn't be surprised if you had a few lovely ladies falling for you. At least that means we'd have more grandchildren~"
"MOM! Goddammit!" Fenrir threw his hands up, earning a laugh from Lucifer. "Shut up, dad!"
"Can't, it's too hilarious." The King shot a cheeky smirk at him.
"Like your face is hilarious because people laugh at it?" Fenrir shot right back.
"Hey! This face is utterly gorgeous. It's how I snared your mother." Lucifer bragged.
"More like she saw how desperate you were and took pity on you." Fenrir rolled his eyes.
"Take that back, you little shit!"
"Make me, apple fucker!"
Lucifer tackled his son out of his chair, and Lilith rolled her eyes in fondness and exasperation as her husband and son began another one of their playful scraps that's beeing going on since Fenrir was a pup. Her smiled went gentle and soft as she thought back to the day she found him.
Twelve years ago
'Another extermination by those fuckers from above.' Lilith thought with disdain, disgust and growing anger at the angels of Heaven as she walked down a street in Pentagram City, seeing the destruction caused by the Exorcists who would come down one day a year to slaughter the Sinners. Lilith had never been on board with the idea since Lucifer and Heaven agreed to it just to stop Hell from overflowing, but Lilith knew the real reason; Heaven was scared Hell would rise in revolt and start a war, so they pushed, whined and complained until they got their way.
Especially that bastard ex-husband of hers, Adam.
How that fucker got into Heaven was beyond Lilith. His attitude, his views on women, made it look like he'd belong in Hell and he really would... and she'd torture him every single day if he was down here.
Lilith sighed as she looked around at her kingdom, her eyes softening as she looked at a dead Sinner child, before her hands clenched into fists. She loved her husband, truly she did, but she didn't like how he caved to Heaven's demands for this when they should've told Heaven to go fuck themselves.
If nothing changed, then she would-
A sound caught her attention, bringing her from her thoughts and making her look towards a nearby alleyway. Curious, she walked into the alleyway and noticed that the sound was a whine, like that of a dog. She walked in further, getting closer and closer to the source of the whining until she saw what was causing it with her own eyes.
Hiding in an empty crate was a Hellhound, more specifically a Hellhound pup. He was shivering, his body and fur matted with wet and dried blood, various scratches over his body. And he was crying.
The sight made Lilith's heart break.
The Hellhound looked up at her with large, wet eyes, and Lilith crouched to a knee, not caring that her dress was dirtied-she'd had plenty more to spare-and offered the pup a soft, motherly smile.
"Hello, little one." She said softly.
"S-Stay back!" The Hellhound tried to move, but his body flared with pain and he whimpered.
"Shh! Shh!" Lilith shushed him gently as she quickly took him into her arms, ignoring his weak struggles as she cradled him to her chest like a baby. "it's okay. I'm not here to hurt you."
Slowly, his struggles died down and he instinctively snuggled into the warmth of Lilith's body. Now that she got a good look at him, the Queen of Hell raked her eyes over his injured state with a growing frown, anger building in her veins at the thought of a child being harmed. He looked to be at least ten years old.
'Those winged fuckers couldn't have been responsible for this. They know the agreement is to target Sinners, not Hellborn!' Lilith thought angrily, almost turning into her demon form, but she calmed down enough to stop that or else she'd scare the pup a little more. She looked down at him, smiling as he snuggled against her breasts, enjoying how warm her body was.
"What did this to you, sweetheart?" Lilith asked softly. "How did you get into this state?"
"H-H-Hound fights..." The pup whimpered.
Lilith's eyes widened. Hellhound Fights, much like dog fights on Earth, but more brutal and dangerous since it was Hellhounds who were almost feral that were forced to fight to the death. This pup had been involved in them?!
'Whoever forced him into those detestable fights had better wish they die before I find them.' Lilith thought angrily before looking at the pup in her arms, just as he looked up at her and stared straight into her eyes.
As they maintained eye contact, Lilith saw something in this pup. She didn't know what it was, but she just knew one thing; this pup was going to help change Hell for the better.
She smiled. "Don't worry, you won't be going back. Now, come with me, you need medical attention before those cuts get infected."
Cradling him close, the Queen of Hell turned and walked away with the pup in her arms, glaring at the cannibal demons that had been watching from the shadows. Her eyes glowed red, warning them against making a move, and they scattered in fear which made her chuckle.
Thus was the day Lilith found Fenrir, and Hell received a prince.
Present
'I'll never forget that day. The day my little pup entered our lives.' Lilith thought fondly as she treasured the memory, next to various others that she treasured such as her marriage to Lucifer, and the day Charlie was born.
Fenrir had been a welcomed boon to the Royal Family. Lucifer loved him instantly and had been on board with the idea of adopting him. Charlie was equally as happy as her parents, being the big sister and always being there for Fenrir when needed. Lilith smiled as she thought back to the times where she'd find them in Charlie's room, asleep and cuddled together.
And if Fenrir had a nightmare he'd go to either Charlie or his parents and they'd hold him close to ease his distress.
If it wasn't for Fenrir, she might've left Hell after an argument between her and Lucifer seven years ago. The Extermination Days had brought tension to the King and Queen, given Lilith's disdain for it.
But she was happy she didn't, for she'd never get to treasure more of these moments as she watched her son and husband wrestle each other with Fenrir snatching his father's hat and using it as a weapon while Lucifer told him off as the hat cost a lot... like he didn't have a thousand spares in his wardrobe.
'Now, if only he can find a girlfriend or two and get to work on making me a grandma.' Lilith plotted eagerly. Her son deserved happiness, and she was fine with whomever he'd choose whether it be a Sinner, Imp, Succubus or Hellhound.
Fenrir seemed to know what his mother was thinking and shot her a look, to which she playfully winked at him before he was tackled by Lucifer.
"And this time don't forget to grab the macchiato latte with extra vanilla spurts! Gotta keep Moxxie's mouth shut for another ten minutes somehow, and if you forget it again, he'll get so fucking pissy and Millie won't let me hear the end of it! I can't fucking deal with that today, Loony, I just can't do it! I have a very important client stopping—"
"Yeah, yeah, grab Fatty's macchiato. I got it, Blitzø." A wolf-like Hellhound clad in clothes that could be described as 'goth' muttered as she hung up her Hellphone. She immediately went back to browsing Sinstagram as she walked into the Hothead Cafe. She'd much rather have just DevilDashed this order in, but since the last Extermination Day, the wait time for a D-Dasher had doubled and the costs for delivery tripled. Neither she nor her, ugh, co-workers were made of that kind of money and given she was the - her ear twitched a bit here - secretary, it was her 'job' to pick up the weekly breakfast order.
At least it gave her a reason to get away from her d-Blitzø, Millie and Fatty.
After a ten minute wait for the idiots that actually came in half-asleep to get their drinks, the Hellhound made it to the cashier. The teenage Sinner, if her nose was right, looked like an amoeba plastered onto a generic demon body, each of its micro-spots looked more like zits. They plastered a fake smile on their face once the Hellhound looked up from her phone.
"Hi, welcome to Hot-!"
"Order pickup, name's Loona," the Hellhound, Loona, huffed. She went back to checking Sinstagram, and looked up again when the Sinner didn't move. "Well?"
"Uh, um, th-there's a thirty minute wait for uh—"
"A thirty minute wait?! I ordered this shit almost twenty minutes ago!" Loona growled. "How hard is it to make three coffees?"
The lardo imp Blitzø hired could live without his monstrosity of an order. His stomach would thank Loona from the ulcer that never was.
"The, um, there's another order that's, um, uh-" the Sinner stuttered and shrank back from her.
Goddamn, how has this shitstain survived in Hell for so long? What, was it some wimp that took the lame way out when they were human? I thought most of those fucking idiots got dealt with during Extermination Day. Ugh, she wasn't awake enough for this shit.
"Look, I don't care about your fucking excuses. Can you just throw the Vanilla Latte together? I can wait for the rest." Loona huffed.
"Er, I mean, I-sure?"
"Great. Thanks." Loona held the Sinners gaze and she almost snarled. "Some-fucking-time today."
"Oh! R-right. Sorry." The Sinner winced and darted about the counter, squishing and slipping past their coworkers and occasionally getting cussed at by the Imps, Incubi or Succubi that they worked with.
Christ, thank God I never had to work retail. Loona thought with a huff. Another three minutes went by before she was given her latte. A sip had her nerves settle and her tail swished once before she got it under control.
"Th-the rest of your, uh, your order will be done-"
"Just fucking call my name." Loona growled before she stepped to the side and claimed a spot on the wall to lean against. Her attention went back to Sinstagram, only broken whenever the need for Vanilla Latte called.
She barely registered the jingle of the cafe's door bell, as yet another slave to the sweet relief that was caffeine walked in. A few damned muttered around her, but Loona ignored it. A sweet smell filled her nostrils and she instinctively inhaled before writing it off as some whore's perfume.
"I'd like a chocolate latte, please." She heard a male voice say, her ear twitching.
Gonna have a losing battle there, dude. You'll be waiting a damn long time. Loona thought, hardly interested as she kept her focus on the phone, tuning out the new customer's order.
Her attention shifted as a shadow passed over her, and she idly noticed a form passing her, causing her to glance for a moment and her eyes widened when she did.
What she was staring at was a black-furred male Hellhound dressed in black jeans and a black tanktop, with a black jacket over it. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his own phone with a disinterested expression. The reason for Loona's reaction to him is because she knew who this was; who in Hell didn't know who this was?
It was Fenrir Morningstar, the Prince of Hell! The son of Lucifer and Lilith themselves!
"I know I usually get stared at a lot, but something tells me it's for a different reason this time." He suddenly said, making her jump and she noticed he was side-eyeing her with a slight smirk on his muzzle that made her cheeks warm.
Fuck, I'm standing in front of royalty! I'm standing before the Prince of Hell and... woof, he's hotter in person! Loona thought with a growing blush. Did I do my makeup shitty? Fuck!
"Uh, I-U... um..." Loona stuttered, trying to form a sentence. How does one speak to royalty?
Fenrir chuckled, amused and found it a little cute. "Hey, hey, no need to get all worried. Just couldn't help but notice you were staring at me."
"I... I was? " Loona asked meekly, making Fenrir raise an eyebrow as a smirk grew on his muzzle. "Shit! I'm so sorry-"
"Hey, it's fine, I get it all the time." Fenrir waved her off good-heartedly. "Prince of Hell and all that shit."
"...Yeah. Sounds delightful." Loona chuckled awkwardly.
"You're not a people person, are you?" Fenrir said knowingly.
"Is it that obvious?" Loona asked, wrapping her tail around her legs. Did he think her insecure? Was he judging her?
"Meh, just your reaction from talking to me is either because I'm the Prince of Hell or for another reason that's personal to you so I won't go into it." Fenrir assured her. "All I'll say i'm sorry if I'm making you feel uncomfortable."
"N-No! I'm perfectly fine. You aren't making me uncomfortable." Loona quickly assured, brushing her hair to the side with a small, awkward smile. "J-Just, you don't really encounter royalty at such a place like this."
Fenrir shrugged. "What can I say? I like to show that just because I'm the son of the King and Queen doesn't mean I'm some rich, stuck-up asshole like most of the nobility in Hell. Don't even get me fucking started on the Von Eldritch family. Those fuckers are lucky I didn't eradicate the whole lot of them."
Loona raised a brow, becoming far more curious and relaxing a little. "What did they do?"
"Long story short; their son dated my sister, cheated on her, so I mauled the bastard but couldn't finish him off because my dad pulled me off. The fuckers had the nerve to act like they were the victims." Fenrir scoffed, rolling his eyes as he went back to his phone. "Since then, they've known to stay the fuck away."
"...Brutal." Loona whistled, earning a nod from Fenrir.
"So." Fenrir looked up from his phone. "What's your name?"
"L-Loona." The female Hellhound quietly cursed her stutter and pocketed her phone. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and played with her half-empty latte. "You waiting on your order, too?"
"Yeah." Fenrir sighed and looked towards the counter, eyes narrowing in minor annoyance. "Fucking Bee has no doubt ordered tons of coffee after having one of her parties in Gluttony. trust me, this is a common occurrence and can really be fucking annoying."
"Wait, Bee? As in Queen Bee? Beezlebub?" Loona wanted to clarify.
Fenrir nodded. "Yep, that's aunt Bee. Let's just say the coffee is shit down in Gluttony so she orders a fuck ton of it from Pride." He said exasperatedly. he was about to say something else when his eyes caught site of the TV, and they narrowed as he saw it was on Channel 666 News with that bitch Katie Killjoy interviewing his sister, Charlie Morningstar.
Oh yeah, today's her interview in discussing her hotel. He realized before calling to the Sinner at the counter. "Hey, turn that TV up!"
"Piss off, nobody wants to hear that skank." A Sinner customer scoffed, only to get a chair chucked right at his head by the male Hellhound.
"And nobody cares what you think or how desperate you are to stick your dick in something." Fenrir retorted, then glared at the Sinner behind the counter while Loona stared at him with wide eyes.
Fuck, that was hot. She thought, rubbing her thighs together. Oh God, please don't smell her arousal!
However, his attention was completely off Loona and on the TV as the volume was turned up.
"Oh, shit."
"Oh, shit indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than," here Katie Killjoy feigned a gasp, "Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid, right now," laughed the anchorwoman.
Fenrir's eyes narrowed as at the insult and anger flowed through him when he saw Charlie being pummeled by a pissed off Channel 666 anchorwoman, Without another word, he turned and left with Loona watching him go.
And yes, she was so staring at his jean-clad ass. Once he left, she turned back to the TV, just knowing something was going to happen.
As Katie Killjoy raised her fist to strike the Princess of Hell, she found herself incapable of moving her arm due to a tight grip, "You want a piece of me, asshole?!"
Katie slapped the owner of the arm that prevented her from hitting the stupid out of the Princess, and instantly regretted her outburst once her mind registered what she had just done. And, more importantly, who she just slapped: Fenrir Morningstar, the Prince of Hell himself.
"Hey, Charlie."
"Hey, Fenny," Charlie smiled.
"You okay?" Fenrir asked, ignoring that damn nickname. 'Fen' was completely off limits and could only be used by his girlfriend... when he gets one.
"It's all good. This is nothing. Remember when Helsa and I fought?"
"I lost a tooth and had to go to the dentist." Yes, they even had dentists in Hell and they were fucking worse than the ones on Earth. "You two ended up in intensive care."
"We did? I don't remember that."
"You were out for nearly two days!" Helsa was out for the same amount of time, too. He'd be surprised if either of them remembered, "Anyway, Bitchjoy, did I hear you make fun of my sister?"
Everyone that wasn't Charlie, Vaggie, Razzle and Dazzle, at Station 666 froze. The anger of the Prince of Hell was quite well-known.
"She also said she doesn't shake hands with her kind!" Vaggie added viciously, her smile equally as evil.
Killjoy paled considerably.
"Did she now?" Fenrir smiled a soul-chilling, cold smile that caused those closest to him to scatter and leave Katie to her fate, and those that didn't scramble shook in fear as if death itself had arrived. "If I ever hear, or learn of you, saying shit like that again of my sister, I'm going to tear your soul apart, broadcast your screams across all of Hell for every other disrespectful, insignificant little shit who dares insult my family!"
Fenrir's eyes were practically glowing in a sinister manner as he gazed right into Katie's eyes, like he was staring directly into her soul and seeing every dirty little secret she had, every thing she'd ever done. It was like staring into the eyes of death.
"Is that understood or do you need a little more..." He drew a sickle blade and held it to her throat, just gently pressing the blade against her neck and Katie winced as she felt a burning sensation due to the fact the blade, as well as it's partner, were forged from angelic weapons left by the Exorcists during the Extermination Days. "...persuasion?"
"N-No, your majesty! P-Pretty understood!" Katie nodded fearfully.
"Lovely." Fenrir leaned back.
Wham!
Katie's vision turned white and then dark after her head struck the cracked desk. Eh, she was a Sinner she'd recover.
"Anyone else have something to say?" Fenrir looked around at the news crew, who quickly shook their heads while trembling in their shoes or whatever they had on. Fenrir then noticed a screaming Tom Trench who was still on fire. "And can someone get that guy a bucket of water-oh for fuck's sake, I'll do it."
With a snap of his fingers, Tom was drenched in water, extinguishing the fire.
"Th-than-k-k yo-u-u!" Fenrir's actions earned him a lot of gratitude from Killjoy's shivering co-anchor, "Can I-I ha-ve-ve a t-t-tow-e-el?"
"Don't push it," while Tom didn't make fun, Fenrir did recall him laughing at Katie's comment.
"So-so-rry."
"I can't believe you forgot my drink again." A small, well-dressed, white-haired imp whined forlornly as he leaned against another imp, this one a female with a small gap in her teeth and a Hothead Cafe cup in her hands.
"Aw, don't you worry none, Mox. You can share mine!" The other imp smiled and offered her drink. "It's got extra tabasco sauce in it to give the espresso a real kick in the ass!"
"Er...Thank you, Millie, but I'm-I'm good."
Loona ignored the byplay of the married couple and swiped her thumb over her Hellphone screen while she scrolled Sinstagram, currently looking at the profile of one Fenrir Morningstar. She thought back to their meeting and blushed, having felt turned on when he appeared to put that bitch Killjoy in her place and the way he did it was soooo hot that Loona wish she could use her 'toys' to pleasure herself with tonight.
Sadly, her dumbass of an adoptive father snatched them and used them on himself. And like fuck was Loona going to touch anything that's been up his ass or whatever he's used it for.
"What the horse-fucking rider fuck?!" Blitzo shouted from his office before he stormed out, came over to Loona's desk and held his cup up to her line of sight. "Loony! They made my Iced Coffee without any ice! You better not have given those fuckers a tip!"
"Um, sir? You were on the phone when Loona got here with the order an hour ago and told us not to disturb you. By the time you came out to get it, five minutes ago, the ice probably melted." Moxxie pointed out with a raised finger. Blitzo stared at him for a moment.
"Moxxie?"
"Er, yes, sir?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"...Y-Yes, sir."
Loona snorted, typical fatty and his bitch attitude. No wonder Millie hooked her claws into him when she could.
"Right, now, we have to send these fuckers a message and–" Blitzo stopped his rant and stared at Loona's hand. Okay, new level of weird for her adoptive parent, but–Wait, oh fuck. Loona growled and pulled her phone out of his reach before he could snag it. "Loona! You aren't supposed to look at those kinds of websites at your age! Your innocent eyes are being fucking tainted!"
"For the last time, I'm almost fucking twenty-two, Blitz!" Loona snapped as she kept her phone out of his reach. "Back off!"
"In Hellhound years!" The stupid horse-fucker snapped back at her so certain in his words it caused her to stare at him. Goddammit, why was Loona surrounded by idiots?! "So, to everyone else that means you're only three! I can't have Hellhound Services know I'm letting you look at that shit when you're so young! The shit Beelzebub's lackeys would do to us if they ever found out we violated those rules?!"
"Blitz, you do realize that Hellhounds age at the same rate as Imps, right?" Millie asked, smirking from where she sat with her fatass of a husband. Smug bitch was amused by Loona's suffering, was she?! She was going to dump the next coffee Millie ordered off the freeway and fill the cup with sewer water!
"What? No, they don't! Every documentary I watched before adopting my sweet Loony-toony can attest to this!"
"What documentary was that 'Dogs: What They Are & How to Fuck Them?'" Loona sneered. Blitzo gasped and–Loona's eyes crossed before they blazed with fury. "Oh, you did not just fucking do what I think you did!"
"No! Bad! Bad Loona! We don't besmirch the sexual desires of family!"
Loona could've ended the fight here and now with a single word. An apology would've put the fight to a stop, swept Blitzo up into whatever bizarro fantasy his sick twisted mind came up with and made him forget about the whole incident. That would've required a large amount of healthy Pride Juice to be swallowed by the Hellhound, so, naturally, she did otherwise.
"We're only 'family' on fucking paper, asshole!"
And so the fight continued as it normally would, loudly and somewhat comically. It was just another day for I.M.P., with the shouting of hurtful words, violence that no amount of medical insurance in Hell or on Earth could cover, and many, many slurs to be exchanged. The time would come when things would change, and the change would come soon.
And that's it for the first chapter, folks. I hope you all enjoyed it and are looking forward to more of this.
Big change is that Lilith is still around thanks to Fenrir's presence. It is unclear why Lilith is in Heaven, though I think we'll find out in season 2, but I'm going with that it may have something to do with the disagreements between her and Lucifer on the Extermination Day. But hey, nothing's confirmed and it's only FAN fiction.