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Lelouch of Zero:Well, Fenrir hasn't any inexperience in asking a girl out or trying for an actual relationship. He's only had one-night stands during his late teenager years because puberty and hormones plus Hellhound... yeah, you know what would happen.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss. I only own the OC Fenrir Morningstar.
Contrary to what Blitzo thought, Loona did have a morning routine other than rolling out of bed and growling at him until she got through her first cup of coffee and cigarette. It was the same as most other Hellhounds'; since they had been created by the powers of Beelzebub to be guards or hunting aids, their sleep patterns were lighter to most other sentients. Deep sleep never truly lasted long without sufficient aid, and alcohol certainly counted as such. A sense of comfort also helped, be it due to familiar locations or people deemed theirs around them. Despite being adopted, whenever Loona had blacked out from a night of drinking — which in and of itself was a rare occurrence given Blitzo's overbearing nature — she always woke up in the space that was called hers. It wasn't though; often it had been intruded upon, and though that happened with good intentions, the fact remained that Loona didn't, couldn't deem her room 'safe'.
Her bedding back home wasn't ever this comfortable and the shitty pillow they threw on the cots in the orphanage was never this warm. Or fuzzy soft, almost ticklish on her neck. Or - cue subconscious whiff here - smelled like fire and brimstone with a faint touch of apple. Heck, there was even a small hint of her own favorite — secreted away in a box labeled "Spiders Only!" — vanilla perfume mixed into the bedsheet. Mm, a blend of vanilla sounds fucking great right now, just a small taste wouldn't hurt, maybe trick her higher functions into gear (worked before, don't ask)
The moment her teeth nipped the pillow, it shook with a low rumble — something hard started to press into her knee!
Feeling of comfort and safety lost by the sudden intrusion of pressure on her person, Loona's eyes snapped open.
The first thing she noticed was that her vision was obscured by something black-furred, and it was incredibly warm while... inhaling... then exhaling... in and out... like someone's chest breathing. She also took note of something strong wrapped around her back and waist, just close to getting a feel of her ass, and the breathing of someone who was slumbering.
And then came the rumble.
F-Fuck, that sounds so hot. Loona squired, the rumble sending a wave of heat through her body that stirred her loins. Okay, whoever she was in bed with should not have a rumble that sounded so sexy as it just did.
Without lifting her head, she quickly gave a feel of her body and was a little relieved to feel articles of clothing on her. So she didn't get drunk and have drunk sex with somebody, that was good. Who knows what fucked up things could happen while she was too drunk to be aware of it?
She went to sit up, get a look at whoever was in bed with her, only to regret that when her head flared up with unbelievable pain that could only come from a mega hangover.
"Fucking shit, piss ass, hangovers!" She hissed, her eyes squeezed shut as she flinched and tightened her arms around her not-pillow.
God, she needed an avocado salad from the fridge. Those always helped her with a hangover.
She felt whoever she was laying on top of shift a little, their grip around her tightening a little, and then something nuzzled the top of her head while warm breath against her ears made them twitch.
Slowly, she placed her hands on the mattress and pushed herself up enough to properly see who she was using as a pillow and mattress...
Only to be struck silent, stupefied, with wide eyes, at the sight of a shirtless, sleeping Fenrir Morningstar.
"Oh fuck..." She muttered and sat up a little more, unaware of the fact she was straddling him as she was getting a full view of his exposed chest and couldn't help but drool just a little before she snapped herself out of it. "Fuck, what did we do last night?"
They didn't have sex. Both of them still had clothing on their lower bodies. The room didn't smell like sex -it wasn't even a normal apartment bedroom, looked more like a hotel bedroom - They were out last night in Pentagram City for a date, which was also Loona's birthday, they had several drinks and... black out.
She glanced back down at Fenrir's chest and just stared. By Hell, his chest was so fucking toned and looked perfect for cuddling up to after a nice, long, hard fuck. He also had a couple of faded scars that really fit with his frame.
A knock on the door made her head snap around, but that just caused her headache to flare, making her whimper she laid back down on Fenrir and buried her face into the crook of his neck to try and ease off the pain. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind being used as a pillow/mattress for her, right?
"Go-o-od morn-!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Loona hissed before she glared through a slit in her eyelids at…Fuck.
She was so fucking dead. No, this was beyond death, she was going to be eradicated from existence. Fuck her life. Why?
Because she was looking at Princess Charlotte Morningstar. Fenrir's older sister. The daughter of Lucifer and Lilith.
And she just told her to shut the fuck up.
She was dead. So very dead.
"Ooh, sorry." Well okay, if she's going to die to the Princess of Hell, at least the Princess is trying to be fucking nice about it. There was a sympathetic wince as Lucifer's fucking Daughter stepped in. "Hangover?"
No shit, Sherlock. Loona bit down on the knee jerk retort. She closed her eyes and gently, barely even moving, nodded her head once. Nope! Still too much movement. Ugh, someone put her out of her fucking misery already.
"Yeah, Fenny's been through the same after he was of age to drink." Charlie giggled at the memory. "He was quite snappish because of it, even if his headache was pounding."
Loona raised a brow. "Fenny?" She asked, barely holding the amused snort as the Princess giggled again.
"It's my nickname for him. He hates it, but I know he loves it." Charlie smiled and walked over to the bedside, handing Loona a bottle of wine. "Here. Fenny always feels better after drinking some wine in the morning. He tried whiskey once while suffering a hangover... and it was a nightmare."
"i'll bet." Loona muttered and took the bottle of wine, opening the cap and drinking from it.
Suddenly, a static, radio-like, voice pierced the air of the bedroom. "Why hello there, wayward mutt!"
Before Loona could rage at whoever just called her a wayward mutt, as well as rip their throat out for spiking her headache, she yelped as her not-mattress/pillow shot up with a angered snarl that set off a fire in Loona's body.
"I swear to fuck, Alastor, if you insult me again-AH FUCK! HEADACHE! HANGOVER!" Fenrir slammed a hand to his head. "Oh I hate those..."
"Here you go." Charlie handed him a bottle of wine, which he snatched and gulped down entirely. "No! No! What did mom say about taking a full bottle?"
"Mom's not here." Fenrir shot back after lowering the bottle, then took note of his surroundings. He was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, the room was clean and just the way he left it. Charlie was in the room, as was that fucktard, Alastor, and... Loona was laying on his lap. Loona was in bed with him.
He quickly looked and was both relieved, and a little disappointed but mostly relieved, to find they had clothing covering their lower bodies.
"Morning Loona." He said awkwardly. Loona gave a lazy wave while making no move to leave her position on his lap.
"Morning Fenny." She said with a smirk, making him freeze before he glared at a giggling Charlie, then snapped his glare to Alastor who was watching with that irritating shit-eating grin on his face.
"You." He pointed at the Radio Demon. "Get the fuck out of my room."
"Now, now, 'Fenny'-" Oh, Fenrir was so going to murder this Bambi reject. "-No need to be rude in the presence of a lady and your pet."
"Pet?!" Loona and Fenrir snarled, glaring at the amused Radio Demon.
"I'll show you a fucking pet, you-" Before Loona could even think of all the ways she was going to kill this bastard, Fenrir held her down. "Hey-! Let me go!"
"Trust me, Loona, leave the idea of fighting this bastard to me." Fenrir said with a growl, brokering no argument. Like fuck was he going to let Loona anywhere near Alastor.
"Okay! Okay! I think everyone's having a rough morning." Charlie cut in, trying to ease the tension, then giggled sheepishly as Fenrir and Loona gave her unamused look. "Or, rather, you two are having rough mornings."
"Charlie..." Fenrir sighed. "Please, get Smiles out of my room. Loona and I need to adjust ourselves - no wait, that's not right -. I mean, get properly sorted and dressed."
"Translation: Get the fuck out." Loona was more blunt about it.
"No problem!" Charlie smiled brightly at her, then looked at Alastor. "Alastor."
Alastor glanced at her, then back at the two Hellhounds, both of which were glaring at him with Fenrir looking more protective for the female. He merely chuckled and walked out of the room, disappearing into shadows.
"I'll leave you two. Breakfast is being served, by the way, whenever you're ready to come down." Charlie said, getting an appreacive nod from her little brother.
"Thanks Char-Char." Fenrir said, getting a smile from his sister who then left the room, shutting the door behind her. Now that it was just them, Fenrir glanced at Loona who looked around the room. "So... uh, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel."
Loona shot him a look. "Is that really what you're going to say to break the silence?"
Fenrir winced. Okay, she was clearly not in a good mood... maybe because of the hangover. "Sorry."
Loona sighed and sat up from his lap, and he had to hold back a whine as he was very comfortable. She sat up on her knees and stretched, which forced Fenrir to look away as her action did things that drew his eyes to her chest while giving him a nice view of her toned stomach.
But now that he was free, he slowly got out of the bed and stretched his arms with a groan, feeling his joints pop a couple of times and sighed while lowering his arms. He turned to see Loona staring at him, more specifically, his chest.
Unable to help himself, he grinned. "Enjoying the free show?"
Loona scoffed. "Like you weren't looking at me." She climbed out of the bed and checked herself. Yep, still clad in her crop top and those shorts of hers along with her leggins. Her jacket and boots were... oh, in the corner of the room along with Fenrir's jacket and tanktop.
"Any idea what happened last night?" Fenrir asked. His mind was a little fuzzy, as always after he drunk too much.
Loona sighed and put a hand to her head, shaking it slightly. "We drank and drank. I think we issued a silent challenge to each other on who can outdrink the other and then... everything went black after that. I wonder how we ended up here though."
"Charlie probably found us or we somehow stumbled to the Hotel." Fenrir said with a sigh, then walked over to the corner of the room to grab his tanktop which he proceeded to put on. His ear twitched as he was sure he heard a whine from Loona, but a glance at her showed she was now sitting on the bed with her phone in hand. "Anyway, you can use my bathroom to freshen up if you want. I'll need to go downstairs and... sort this rabble out. Fuck, I'm really not in the mood to deal with Alastor's shit."
"Alastor." Loona frowned, before her eyes widened as the name finally clicked to her. "You mean that was the fucking Radio Demon?"
"Yep. Total asshole, isn't he?" Fenrir chuckled. "Anyway, you go take a shower. And if you hear shouting, it means I've decided to try and kill some nosy bastards."
Loona's lips quirked. "Sounds like fun." She got up and made her way towards the bathroom, and Fenrir forced his eyes away from her before leaving the bedroom.
"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking kill him!" Blitzo hissed as he drove down the streets of Pentagram City in the I.M.P. van, with Moxxie and Millie in the back, both of them looking irritated.
"Sir, we've been out all night. Just wait until Loona-" Moxxie was stopped from continuing when Blitzo made a sharp turn that sent the Imp into the closed door of the van. "Ow! Sir!"
"Shut the fuck up, Mox! I'm not stopping until I find that rapist and end his miserable life!" Blitzo snarled, eyes scanning the streets.
Millie sighed. "Blitz, we've search all of Imp City, and now Pentagram City. Just give it up and let us go home so we can get some damp sleep!"
"Not until my baby is safe in my arms and that fucker is dead!" Out the corner of his eye, Blitzo spotted something on the outskirts of the city, which he was close to since he could see it clearly. It looked like a hotel. Wait... wasn't there something about Lucifer's kid opening a hotel?
Bingo!
Without warning his two fellow Imps, Blitzo gunned it straight for the hotel, ignoring their screams and shouts for him to slow down.
"I'm coming Loony-Toony!"
"So-"
"Not. A. Fucking. Word. Angel." Fenrir snarled at the porn star as soon as he heard him about to speak. "I've got enough shit to deal with, with that smiling bastard. And if you keep staring at me like that, Alastor, I'm gonna knock your ass out!"
Alastor chuckled in amusement, like this was all just entertaining to him - which it most likely was -, the fucking dick. "My, my~ i see someone is not a morning person. Or can you just not handle your drink?"
Fenrir growled at him, lips curling to bear his teeth. "I'm three seconds away from taking that microphone and shoving it down your throat. Seriously, I get drunk and all, and you lot have nothing better to do than interrogate me about it?"
"Well, we're just surprised at you getting a girlfriend and-" Charlie started but Fenrir waved his hands.
"Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!" He lowered his arms. "She's... she's not my girlfriend. It was her birthday yesterday and-"
"Taking her out on her birthday? Smooth." Vaggie smirked.
He facepalmed and groaned into his hand. "Ugh.. I am way too hungover to deal with the lot of you." Fenrir muttered.
"Preach." Husk grumbled from the bar, opening a bottle and downing it.
Fenrir ran his hand down his face and glared at the smirking Alastor and Angel, then looked at Charlie who was smiling. "Look, Loona and I just went out to a diner, and maybe it was an attempt at a relationship on my part, and I may have hinted towards a second date at some point in Lust-"
"Why would you go there on the second date?" Vaggie raised a brow. "You know what happens down in Lust, right?"
Fenrir deadpanned at her. "Of course I do, Vaggie. But it doesn't matter anywhere. A second date would only come if I passed the first with flying colors. Doubt I did considering we got drunk and ended up in bed together. And no, we didn't have sex, Angel."
Angel, who had opened his mouth to ask, closed it.
Charlie got up and approached her brother. "Well, I think you shouldn't be so down on your luck. Maybe she's willing to at least give the second date a shot." She said in an assuring tone. "Plus, you two look really cute together. I think she's perfect for you. I've gotta tell mom! I mean, I was considering taking a photo and sending it to her and dad-"
"You better not!" Fenrir pointed at her. That was the last thing he needed to deal with. His mother was already on his case about getting a girlfriend, he didn't need more of it if she found out about this... when she'd find out, because it was inevitable.
"OH FUCK!"
The sudden shout from upstairs drew everyone's gazes as Loona came running down the stairs with her phone in hand.
"We've got a fucking problem!" She shouted, looking at Fenrir.
"What? Did you try masturbating and it didn't work so you want his-" Angel got a glare from Loona before he could even finish that sentence.
She looked at Fenrir. "I just got a text from the Old Lad- I mean, Millie! Blitz is on his way here! And he's wanting you dead!"
HONK! HONK!
The horn of a vehicle drew everyone's attention to the door as they heard the faint sound of a vehicle getting closer and closer to the building. Fenrir sighed and drew his sickles, causing Loona's eyes to widen.
"I'll take care of this." He muttered, then looked at Loona. "I'm not gonna kill him, Loona. But I am gonna kick his ass."
As he made his way towards the door, Alastor chuckled. "My, this is proving to be a very entertaining morning."
Vaggie shot him a disdainful look. "Of course you'd think that, asshole."
Fenrir pushed open the doors of the Hotel, which swung shut behind him as he stepped out onto the road, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a pretty shitty van coming up the driveway at full speed... and it wasn't slowing down. It was looking to hit him head-on.
"Show time." Fenrir rolled his shoulders and drew his blades.
When the van was a few inches close, Fenrir took a big sidestep while dragging his right blade along the side of the van, leaving quite a mark as the van ended up turning, nearly going flipping like it was possessed but it managed to stay upright as it slowed to a stop.
A second later, Blitzo jumped out of the van, aiming a golden flintlock at him. "Smile, bitch!"
He pulled the trigger, and the bullet sailed towards him but was deflected by Fenrir's left blade. He then deflected another bullet with the right sickle, then a third, then a fourth, fifth, and a sixth.
"Okay, you're good." Blitzo muttered while reloading his gun. "M&M! Get him!"
The side doors of the van opened and out came Moxxie and Millie, looking quite reluctant. "Sir, we can't attack him! He's-"
"I will fuck the both of you until you beg me to stop." Blitzo growled, then heard footsteps running towards him and looked up in time to be kicked right into the van hard. Like, he was literally sent into the van due to the open side door. "Oh! Fuck!"
Fenrir twirled his blades then looked at Moxxie and Millie, with the former gulping. "Um... we didn't have anything to do with this!" We tried to stop him!" Moxxie explained quickly.
"He's... he's a little protective of Loona." Millie added.
Fenrir raised a brow, and glanced towards the recovering Blitzo, then at Moxxie and Millie. "Stay out of the way. I'm going to fuck this Imp up for thinking he can shoot at me."
Moxxie and Millie nodded quickly and took several steps back. Fenrir then narrowed his eyes on Blitzo who was coming out of the van, but the male Hellhound sheathed his blades and charged at the Imp whose eyes widened when seeing him coming right at him.
"Oh fuck me in my tight little red-AHH!" Blitzo yelled as he was tackled into the van with Fenrir, the door sliding shut, and all Moxxie and Millie could see was the van rocking and shaking along with Blitzo's pained grunts as something was slammed against the side of the van's interior.
"Should... should we do something?" Moxxie asked.
Millie shook her head. "When the van's a rockin', don't come knocking." She advised with a giggle, then glanced towards the Hotel to see they had an audience which included- "OH MY SATAN! It's Princess Charlotte Morningstar!"
Charlie chuckled. "I prefer Charlie, actually."
Angel leaned towards Husk. "So, babycakes, who do you think is going to win?"
"First off, get the fuck away from me." Husk glared at him. "Secondly; Fenrir."
Inside the I.M.P. van, Fenrir punched Blitzo in the face and slammed him against the wall before the Imp's tail wrapped around his throat tightly and the little bastard kicked him in the face repeatedly.
"Mother-!" Fenrir grabbed Blitzo and threw him off into the back, then lunged with a snarl as his claws pierced flesh, ripping some blood out that got flung onto the wall, floor and ceiling of the van.
"Oh you dirty bitch!" Blitzo yelled, thumbing Fenrir's eye which made him yelp before Blitzo got him onto his back and punched away at him, grabbing one of Millie's sharp-bladed weapons which he proceeded to drive into Fenrir's side, causing him to snarl then he pulled his legs in. "Oh fuck."
With a harsh push, Blitzo was sent through the windshield, over the hood and down to the floor. he got right back to his feet with a murderous look, spotting a furred arm coming up and giving him the 'bring it' gesture before it switched to a middle finger.
"Let's fucking goooo!" Blitzo yelled with a savage grin while running, diving through the shattered windshield to continue attacking the male Hellhound who blocked his attack, pressed his foot against his head and shoved it against the wall before clawing at his sides. Blitzo managed to get his hand on a knife, which he stabbed into Fenrir's shoulder repeatedly, angering the Hellhound who grabbed his arm and twisted it. "AH! FUCK!"
Grabbing the back of the Imp's head, Fenrir slammed it off the radio repeatedly, which caused song after song to come on, then they both paused as You're the One That I Want by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John came on.
"Oh, I'm so gonna fuck you." Blitzo grinned. "Fuck you for raping my baby girl!"
Fenrir glared at him. "That didn't happen, fuckhead! And it's fuck you up!"
"Oh no! I'm gonna fuck that asshole of yours for what you did, kidnapper!"
Blitzo elbowed the Hellhound in the face, catching him off guard before he retaliated with a punch to Blitzo's face, with the Imp then drawing a smaller knife.
"Baby knife!" He exclaimed, stabbing it into the Hellhound's knee before they were turned around as they continued to fight, then Fenrir fell back against the radio which cut the song short. "Damn, this van fucks hard. Too bad you don't and won't, dickless."
A dark grin came onto Fenrir's face. "Oh, we're just getting started, bub."
With a roar, he lunged at Blitzo again, pushing him into the back of the van while clawing or stabbing his claws into his body. The fight continued with savage growls and roars coming from the Hellhound, war cries from the Imp, blood flying from both combatants, the van rocking and shaking like something else was happening inside that wasn't a fight by any means.
Stop thinking that way, you dirty bastards.
"I cannot believe you showed up here, attempting to kill a member of the Royal Family!" Loona shouted at Blitzo who was nursing his wounds sustained in his fight with Fenrir. The fight had eventually ended after Blitzo called it quits due to how much he was getting his ass kicked. Fenrir had dragged Blitzo out of the blood-stained, trashed, van and dumped his carcass in front of Moxxie and Millie, wincing with each movement as well as the blood staining his fur.
They were all in the lobby of the Hotel, and Loona was now letting Blitzo know how much he nearly fucked up.
"Now, Loony-"
"No! You don't get to try and bullshit way out of this one!" Loona glared at her adoptive father. What kind of idiot was he to think he can try and kill the son of Lucifer and Lilith, and think he won't suffer any consequences?! Did he not realize they all would've been given death warrants if he had actually gone through with it?! Loona liked living, thank you very much! She snapped her fury onto the married couple. "And you two are just as bad for not stopping him!"
"We tried-!" Moxxie tried to defend himself and his wife.
"Clearly not hard enough! You couldn't have tackled him down and died him up?!" Loona snapped, putting her hands on her hips so she wouldn't give into the urge to smack the Fatass across the lobby of the Hotel.
To Moxxie and Millie's relief, Charlie gave to their aid as she got between the Imps and angry Hellhound. "Okay, okay, just calm down, everyone. Nobody got hurt..." She winced while glancing at Blitzo. "Much."
"The fucker got lucky." Blitzo muttered under his breath.
Fenrir, who was sitting nearby on the couch with some bandages over the stabbed areas of his body, snorted. "You want to go for another round, you fucking clown?"
"Bring it, kidnapper!" Blitzo challenged.
"Knock it off!" Loona snapped, then glared at Fenrir. "You too!" Fenrir put his hands up in surrender, knowing better than to try and deal with an angry woman. Loona turned her attention to her adoptive father. "He didn't kidnap me. I met him yesterday while going to get some coffee, we started talking and I wanted some company on my birthday. Company that isn't you! All we did was have a few drinks and crash here, we didn't have sex!"
"Then what about that fucking picture and text?!" Blitzo asked, pulling his phone out and pulling up the picture along with the added text of it.
Loona's cheeks reddened, though she really liked how good she looked laying on Fenrir's exposed, muscular chest like that. Oh shit, did she really send a text asking if she could keep Fenrir?
"Aww, you two look so cute!" Charlie gushed after seeing the picture. "Fenny, I think you have a keeper!"
Fenrir groaned, facepalming.
"Okay, are we going to ignore the fact he came here to kill Fenrir? I mean, I know Fenrir would've easily killed this guy-" Vaggie started.
"Fuck you, bitch." Blitzo scoffed, getting a glare from Vaggie but Blitzo just flipped her off with a smirk.
"-But the fact of the matter is he still attempted to assassinate a member of the Royal Family." Vaggie finished pointing out.
Fenrir shook his head. "He's not the first to have attempted it and I doubt he'll be the last."
"That's not the point, Fenrir." Vaggie said with a stern look.
"I would have to agree." A female voice said, one that only a select few in the lobby knew, as their gazes snapped to the open doorway of the Hotel to see none other than the Queen of Hell herself, Lilith. "So, what's this I hear about an Imp attacking my son?"
Fenrir stared at the calm - though he knew that meant she was pissed - form of his mother, then snapped his gaze to Charlie who winced. "I panicked! I had to do something so I texted her! Better her than dad, right? Doubt he'd even show if I did text him." She mumbled that last bit sadly.
"Dammit, Charlie." Fenrir groaned. He looked at his mother with minor annoyance. "I have it handled-"
Lilith just held a finger up and Fenrir went silent, knowing that it was her telling him to be quiet without having to use words. Lilith approached, the Sinners in the room backing away, Alastor in almost reluctance as he watched with his never-wavering smile. Lilith stopped before her son first and checked him over, nodding slightly at the bandages covering his wounds though he will heal quick. Her eyes then strayed to Loona, who couldn't help but whimper and have her tail curl around her legs, feeling almost submissive in the presence of the Queen of Hell, whose aura demanded authority and respect.
"You." Lilith pointed to the female Hellhound.
"Hey! Back off from my daughter, you-!" Moxxie and Millie tackled Blitzo before he could finish that sentence.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Blitz! Are you trying to get us all killed?!" Millie snapped at her boss.
Lilith watched the scene, a little bit amused, but she kept her attention on Loona and beckoned her to come closer with a finger. Loona glanced at Fenrir for help, but he just gave her a pleading look that told her to do what Lilith said. Hesitantly, Loona approached the Queen of Hell, who cupped the Hellhound's chin when she was close enough, her thumb tracing down her muzzle.
"So, you're the one my little pup has taken an interest in." Lilith said with a soft smile.
Fenrir rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, mom-" He stopped upon being given a look by his mother and he shut his mouth.
Lilith returned her gaze back to Loona. "No need to be scared, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you. Your father on the other hand, though..."
"He's an idiot." Loona quickly said. Yeah, Blitzo fucked up and is a real piece of shit who she wished would stop treating her like a child, but he was the one who gave a shit about her first and adopted her, even if she was just months away from leaving that orphanage. She owed him, and deep down in her heart, beneath all the annoyance, she cared for Blitzo and couldn't stomach the idea of something happening to him. "He... doesn't often think with his brain much and he's a little protective of me."
Lilith laughed at that fondly. "Sounds just like Lucifer when Charlie was younger. In fact, he's still protective of her."
Charlie flushed, embarrassed. "Mom..."
Lilith chuckled before looking at Loona. "Well, I have to say it is nice to meet you... Loona, was it?" Loona nodded. "I trust my son treats you well?"
"We-We aren't... we aren't a couple." Loona mumbled under her breath, but Lilith still heard her.
"But you wouldn't mind, would you?" Lilith whispered, making Loona duck her head with her cheeks growing redder while the Queen simply laughed. "I must say, Fenrir. Taking a girl out to dinner on her birthday is quite romantic."
"I'm not even going to argue." Fenrir sighed. "She's a friend, mom."
"Bullshit." Lilith scoffed with an eye roll. "A mother knows, Fenrir. And I know there's something blooming here. Tell me, will there be a second date?"
"Uh..." Fenrir glanced at Loona, whose eyes shifted nervously between him and Lilith. "Probably?"
"Oh good." Lilith was all smiles. "For a second, I thought there would be no chance, which would be a shame. you are quite a beauty, Loona. And I think you'd be perfect for my son."
The female Hellhound blushed at that. She just got complimented by the Queen of Hell! Lilith herself told her she was a beauty! The demoness that many desired and envied had just told her she was beautiful! Lilith just said she'd be perfect to date her son!
God, now she really needed to sort out what things were between her and Fenrir.
"T-Thanks." Loona said shyly.
Lilith smiled at her, but it dropped as she turned to Blitzo. "Now, you. I take my children's safety very seriously, no matter how old they are. I refuse to let anything or..." She glanced at Alastor and narrowed her eyes. "Anyone bring harm to them and think they can get away with it." A thought then occurred to her mind as she recalled something "Wait a second, you Imps are of the company I.M.P., correct?"
"Uh, yes, your highness." Moxxie nodded nervously. "Um, h-how do you know?"
"She watched the jingle." Fenrir piped in.
"Quite." Lilith nodded. "Most things on TV are boring these days, and I came across that oddly catchy jingle about a trio of Imps who have a way to access a path to Earth to carry out assassinations."
"Hey, when people up there die and end up down here, they want revenge on the ones responsible for it." Blitzo huffed, crossing his arms., trying to not show how nervous he was at Lilith finding out they were using a Goetia Grimoire to get to Earth. "When is it illegal to try and make a living in Hell?"
"Hmm..." Lilith narrowed her eyes at the Imp's tone, then glanced at Fenrir, then to Loona, then back to Blitzo. A smirk grew on her face as she recalled something. Oh, this would be perfect! Call her a matchmaker, but this was perfect to push her son closer to Loona. She had a good feeling about the female Hellhound, and she could tell her son was attracted to her. She almost giggled, it was like when she met Lucifer all those years ago. "I have a proposition. One that will ensure you do not end up living your last day in Hell today for attempting to kill my son."
Blitzo swallowed when the Queen of Hell narrowed her eyes at him, making it abundantly clear she was not happy about it but he was at least willing to hear any alternative that doesn't end in him being killed. "I'm listening." He said.
Lilith smirked. "In exchange for not killing you, you will hire my son to be an assassin of I.M.P."
It was silence for a few moments before several voices shouted. "WHAT?!"
And I'll end it there. Lilith just coming in and laying down some law here. Now, I am thinking of ways to handle the fact of I.M.P using a Goetia Grimoire to get to Earth, which is clearly illegal, and since Fenrir will me working for I.M.P, he'll end up finding out about that. Unless it can be an operation personally legalised by a member of the Royal Family.
Though, that probably won't stop Stella and her bastard of a brother from trying to use any excuse to shift things in their favour, like pointing out they were doing it BEFORE it was made legal or something.
If anybody else has better ideas, I'm all ears. Because if I get to Mastermind, it's very possible Fenrir may put some people in their place.