Emily stared at the all seeing eye. It gazed down at the couple. Teien and Haichi … two humans who deserved nothing. "Are you sure Ms. Emily?" Deerie questioned. "This is a big decision, and Earth matters are usually reserved for-"

"Deerie?" She questioned calmly. "I'm a Seraphim, correct?"

The cherub nodded. "Yes... yes you are."

"And what is your rank?" She asked without looking at her.

"Head Cherub …"

"Then that means I hold authority over your order, correct?"

"I'm mean… of course you do…"

"Then by that authority …" Emily did not turn, but opened eyes to see the angel in the face. "I revoke the blessings of Teien and Haichi Suzuki. They are never to be interfered with by heavenly hands again."

"If you decree ... but eh ..." Deerie attempted to argue timidly.

"Deerie. It was my responsibility to give those blessings to them to begin with, I hold authority over the entire Suzuki family…" Especially Iruma. "And I have determined that the actions of these parents will never benefit now that their son is no longer residing on mortal planes." The eyes narrowed slightly. "He was the reason they received the blessing, wasn't he?"

Emily actually took the time to attend more Cherub courses on the account of skipping out on sleep. And what she discovered on their methodology was … unsettling. Net benefits based on paths seen through fortunes and future visions. They focused on helping the whole of humanity, improving their health, safety, intellect, so on and so forth… but what they did to achieve it was… disturbing.

The case of Lyle Lypton was not a singular instance of helping a bad man continue in his sinful lifestyle. Most of the souls they blessed, from politicians to scientists... they were all to make sure it was more convenient for them to sin to keep the 'right' people in heaven. Human testing and trafficking allowed the process of medical development and technological breakthroughs to continue.

And if humanity got too bad and too much chaos broke out? Make a 'messiah' to back up pacifism and peace. That's where Jesus came from!? They'd just... lie to an entire populace which led the all out religious war!? "So without Iruma Suzuki … why continue to bless those that deal with demons?"

"I… I can see your point..." The cherub gulped. "I'll have a team remove the wealth they've gained under their blessings, though it'll take a few months to note all of them."

"Here's every blessing they've received in the last fourteen years." She handed them a ten foot high stack of paper. "It's part one of ten, all alphabetical."

"Oh … I see …" The cherub slowly nodded, sweating. "And … what of …"

"Simply resign their blessings and make sure they receive no more." Emily had spent a decade covering their shit. Hiding things, helping move something just an inch, meeting people … the monsters would kill themselves in less than two years. And they would have no one to blame but themselves.

"Yes, Ms. Emily …" They nodded. "By the way … I think you should get your wings checked. The molting's still going on."

"Hm?" Emily glanced at her wings... which looked more grey... and kind of black. She shrugged. "Eh, it's probably nothing. Move along and have a nice day."

"Okay…" the deer gulped as they flew away.

"That's right... you better be scared." Emily muttered bitterly. She... she couldn't trust anyone in heaven, save for Sera... and maybe Adam...

… Speaking of trust … Emily warped herself right to Adam, who was indulging himself with ribs, before he started choking on one. "Can't … breath …"

"Adam, we're angels, we don't need oxygen." She deadpanned.

"I know, they're that fucking good." He coughed as Emily rolled her eyes and slapped him in the chest, making it pop out of his mouth. "Fuck! Bitch move, thanks." He laughed.

"So Adam." She asked offhandedly. "How goes the progress on lifting Iruma's contracts?"

"Oh... you're still on that shit still." Adam rolled his eyes, before slapping on a smile. "You know how it is, babe. Demons, tricky stuff, always technicalities and loop holes. But don't worry! In two months, we'll have it all figured out!" The first man waved off.

"… Alright then." She nodded. "Thank you for doing this. I know it's a lot of effort on your part."

Adam smirked. "Hey, I'm the first man, it's a cinch, babe, nothing to worry or even think about again."

Emily nodded, warping back to her room as she took a deep breath. Until Iruma's contract broke… she needed something…. She needed to make sure Iruma never went back to those assholes again. She needed a plan to make the Suzukis pay…. And end up in hell when Iruma went back to Earth.

… Even if … even if he seemed the happiest she's ever seen him … when he was down there …

Emily looked over to a pile of paper. "… It's a good thing angels don't require rest to function." Time to continue working on her case.

Millie flipped through the pages of the grimoire as she entered the human world. "We have got to read this thing more often." She spoke aloud to herself as she walked through the moonlit back alleys of Uchiko Japan. She would normally want to take Moxxie with her, but… this was a personal mission for herself. There was a lot she needed to make up for the tot… and she'd only be able to do that if she did this alone.

Before he went to bed, Millie asked for the tot's old address, under the guise of wanting to check if any of his old stuff was there and offering to recover it … his most sentimental object was a fucking tent. No toys, no blankets, not even a freaking pacifier because the poor baby never even got the fucking chance to experience of a mother breastfeeding her child!

Moxxie may have been down for torture … but right now, Millie needed to do this by herself. She arrived at the address … seeing a mansion in place of the house, the gate having japanese words for 'Suzuki Residence'. "Looks like they put Alastor's money to good use." She grumbled. No good fuckers having no fucking sense of shame.

Millie heard the doors of the fucking golden doors open as she saw the bitch walk down in crutches. "Keep it steady, sweetie." The fucker of a husband held his wife as they walked down the stairs. "You've been doing great in physical therapy. It's almost like you were never stabbed by a giant red possum." Nice to know her last little 'gift' the loving couple was still giving.

"Thank god for health insurance." The woman muttered. "And thank you darling for taking care of me. I know it's been a hassle."

"My lovely Teien, if it's for you, it's never a hassle." He kissed her cheek as they moved into a car, before driving off.

"… Iruma was right, they are absolutely in love." Millie barely stopped herself from retching. Like her and Mox…. It made her fucking sick. All of that love... and they gave none of it to the one boy in this whole fucking world that deserved it.

Now Millie wanted to just wreck the place … but she also wanted to try something. "We never really use this thing." She flipped through the pages of the book, landing on something that caught her interest earlier. "Minor Explosive spell."

Magic wasn't her thing. Neither were explosives or rifles or lasers. Melee weapons and her bare hands were what she was best at. The brawn of the team and the toughest bitch in all of Wwrath. But for Iruma's sake... she would make sure everything they owned burned… and none of it would ever have a chance of recovering.

"Step back. Take some cursed ash. Think of fire. Aim to the center … Ignis." She watched it glow-

KAAAABOOOOMMMMM!

"…" Millie stared at the crater that was the mansion… along with the city block of destruction. "… Minor my fuckin' ass." She shook her head in disbelief. The rich have no idea what counts as small, did they?

Few minutes later the car came back as the couple ran out of the car. "Oh my fucking-gash, what did you do!?" The bitch of a wife shouted in shocked dismay.

Her husband's head whiplashed to her, stunned. "What do you mean-I didn't do this!"

"You're the only one that goes into the kitchen, I've been stuck in bed all month!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" The bastard of a husband screamed before taking a calm breath. "Okay, okay, we can fix this. We have money in reserve. It's not like we can use it all up … we just, go back to our old sized apartment."

"Our old size?" His wife frowned in displeasure.

"I'm sure we can work it out honey … we'll find a way."

Millie gagged as she walked away. All of that money was gonna run dry and leave those two broken and poor.

They wouldn't just suffer when dead … they'd do it alive too.

Charlie looked at the clock. It was late, and many of the staff and patrons were heading in … just what she was waiting for. "Hey Vaggie?"

"Yeah?"

"You mind tucking Iruma in tonight? There's some stuff I have to do." Charlie pleaded.

"Oh… uh… you sure?" Vaggie nervously chuckled. "I've… never done that before. I mean, aside from when I've tucked you into bed..."

"It'll be fine." She hugged the girl. "I trust you. And I know you two can bond when you put your mind to it."

"I'm not worried about that, it's just…" She sighed. "Well I like the kid, but you're the one that mothers him, I'm not sure if that's the relationship I have with him."

"Whaaa, I wouldn't say mother." Charlie nervously chuckled. "He already has two mother figures. I just want to make sure he's happy, that's all."

"Riiiiight." Vaggie looked at her with a smirk. "Alright, if you say so." The woman walked up the stairs.

Charlie waited for a few moments, taking a glance around to make sure she was alone, before going over to Husk, taking a seat at the bar. "Late night drink?" The man asked casually.

She took a deep breath. "I need to know about soul contracts. In detail, anything you can tell me."

He raised an eyebrow. "This have something to do with how you went full mom on Mammon the other day?" Husk asked as he cleaned a cup.

"It's been a build up." She sighed. "Between Iruma, meeting Valentino, Blitz's comments about hellhound orphanages … I just …" Needed to be better, more informed, active … "I need to learn how to help every and all everyone however I can, and well, you've been in hell a while and are under a contract..."

"I get it. I own up to the bartender stereotype, I don't deny it." Husk shrugged as he took a drink out of a bottle. "Here's how it works." He explained with a sigh. "Two people make a contract where both parties promise at least one thing. The thing runs on a special type of rules, even your dear old dad himself wasn't able to just take souls away if they were bound to a specific place by commands of a sinner."

"That sounds… still pretty sketchy." She narrowed her eyes. "It feels like there's a lot of wiggle room for some kind of backstab."

"Faustian Bargains were always a thing." Husk nodded. "More often than not, people like Overlords love to skirt the line of technicalities and loopholes. They chose specific wording and phrasing to allow themselves to maximize profit without bleeding themselves dry too much. Course, that's if you're lucky."

"… And if you're not?"

"You get contracts like the kid and Missi Zilla, where you make deals so they stop torturing you over and over while keeping you locked in a basement." Husk nodded. "That's how it is for a lot of newcomers in hell. So freaked out and desperate for protection they take the first chance they think they have at staying out of the frying pan."

Charlie bit her lip. "That's horrible. They're capitalizing off of their fear and panic and naivety."

Husk looked down. "… Eh, I wasn't much better."

"What does-?" She remembered two truths and one lie. Slowly, her eyes widened. "… You were an overlord."

"My deals were all gambles, princess." He spoke simply as he took another sip. "If they won, they got what they wanted. If I won, I took their soul at no cost. All in the luck of the dice and the skill of the cards." The man snickered. "The thrill... the chase… the uncertainty of what could happen… I thought it was the best years of my afterlife… goes to show how messed up I must've been, right?"

Charlie ... wasn't sure how to take it. She certainly wouldn't want to judge Husk, especially given he was probably the second to third most amicable person in the hotel next to Iruma and Pentious ... but taking part of something she found so horrendous. "Do… do you regret any of it?" She asked hesitantly.

"I … not much. It's hell, most of the bozos down here are asking for it, so the guilt ebbs, you get me?" He asked.

That wasn't really the answer she was hoping for out of him. "Yeah…" But the time for that would have to come later. "… What …" She started after shaking her head. "… Do most overlords do with their souls?"

"Mostly power." He shrugged. "The more souls you own, the more power you can take from them and add to your own. Otherwise it's a range of labor, money, or other reasons."

"And... how many souls would someone like Alastor have?"

"… He's weird." The man admitted with an unsettled look. "Alastor got a lot of power when he came to hell. Some think he soul collected when he was alive."

That... that would oddly connect to how he was able to take Iruma's soul. "What exactly can you do under a contract?"

"Depends on the content, but as long as it doesn't go against the things promised explicitly in writing … no holds bars. My contract pretty much lets Alastor do whatever he wants with me." He answered. "In return … I'm free to gamble to my heart's content, always afloat."

"But don't you always lose most of your money?"

"In his words, a 'small price to pay for his entertainment'." The cat shrugged. "Although he probably lets a few people use his power in return for paychecks, which would back up the kid's claim of him being a 'jobless bum'."

Using contracts under their command to fulfill the conditions of other contracts while both letting yourself become free of the obligation needed to pay, and steadily gaining power … "But what would he even need all that power for? He doesn't have territory like the Vs have." She frowned, confused.

"You're asking the wrong demon for that, kid. I've been that bastard's lacky for over a century by this point and I still don't know what his whole deal is." Husk shrugged. "Only one that he'd even consider telling that to willingly is Nifty, and only because she's…"

"Why are you staring at me!?" Nifty shouted aggressively as she looked into the mirror. "Why won't you give me your heart!? Why don't you bleed!?"

"… Right." Charlie shook her head again. Time for the big question. "So… what about breaking contracts? If it's a deal... can… can they be broken? Rendered null and void?"

"Of course." Husk nodded. "Contracts are broken all the time. Problem is that usually only happens during extermination, where hopefully the pricks that own you die off. For seven years I thought I was scott free till that smiling creep came up to my doorstep."

She sighed deeply, uneased. "Death... it always comes back to death..." It really was starting to look like killing Alastor and the people like him was the only option… and she didn't want it to be like that… death shouldn't be the answer.

"There is one more thing you can try." He stated, regaining her attention. "Back when I owned souls, they were a commodity. Something that can be used to buy or bargain with. So if you don't like the idea of ripping off the skulls of Valentino or Alastor … your only hope is to offer them something they'd want."

Like how Val wanted money for Angel Dust's time. "That makes sense ... the only ones that would work for though are maybe Carmine and Missi Zilla." She didn't know much about Missi but she seemed amicable enough from the manga readings she heard on the broadcasts, and Carmine seemed professional enough. "Maybe Satina too if I can convince her that friendship doesn't have to start with contracts."

"I think you need to convince her about morality first. She's a nightmare." The man groaned as he cracked his back.

"She's... trying to be nice... in her own way." Charlie sighed. "So much trouble because one boy unknowingly agreed with five demons."

"Four. Kid got sold to Alastor by his parents, remember?" Husk noted.

"Right, because of course they-hold on." Charlie thought of something. "If souls are traded by exchange of two parties... how did his parents sell him when he wasn't there to participate in the exchange of his own soul? What would his parents have to give in order for that to happen?"

He blinked, looking genuinely pondered. "… I actually don't know … you'd probably have to get the specifics from him."

"You rang for me, my dear?"

"Gah!" Charlie jumped. She moaned. "How long have you been listening?"

"Eh, I learn to multitask." He shrugged with his ever present smirk. "Between following the actions of my employees, listening to Vaggie and Young Suzuki have a discussion about the old stories of Grimm being more conventional to listen to, to figuring out which ring to torture the young lad with tomorrow. A busy mind keeps one sharp."

"Of course." Charlie glared. "If Iruma never made a deal with you, how did his parents give you his soul?"

"Ah, quite the funny tale that involves a little exact wording." Alastor chuckled. "I simply exchanged gold for the boy. Honestly the two were just as dim, if not, more empty headed, than him. Didn't even blink at the sight of a demon. Signing away their name without a second thought."

"Their name?" Charlie latched onto that. "As in plural?"

"All they wrote down was 'Suzuki' in the contract I gave them. In return, I gave the two a lifetime's worth of gold. Should last them, say, seventy or so years if they moderate it." The man chuckled.

"…. Fucking hell, you got them to sign away their whole family line." Husk muttered.

"The whole family?" Charlie blinked. "So you own the parents' souls too?"

"Their souls, and the souls of every single member of their bloodline that bear the name Suzuki that wound up in hell!" He cackled. "It was quite the package deal, I must say indeed! Of course I'm not one to go so far back as to but already claimed souls. But the trio … oooh, when they're down here, we'll have a GRAND old time indeed."

"That's going to be one cold day in hell for the kid." Husk muttered.

"Family name… bloodline…" Charlie's lips way Alastor worded it… Husk said that Overlords chose specific wording… 'anyone in the family that had the Suzuki name' … Angel Dust's real name was on his contract… the name he had when he lived on Earth… and Iruma wasn't a demon… Iruma… was still alive... with the Suzuki name… She composed herself from making any perceived reaction. "... Thank you Alastor. That was very helpful."

"I'm always happy to assist with whatever endeavors you wish, dear Charlotte." He bowed, before walking away with a hum.

"Surprised you didn't tell him to fuck off." Husk muttered.

She waved as casually as possible. "Trying to make sure the catchphrase doesn't stick. I'd rather not be known as the princess that always says fuck."

Charlie wouldn't bank all her hopes on it… but if what Alastor said was true…. Maybe breaking that contract would be easier than they all assumed.

"Hey Charlie." Vaggie called out from the top of the stairs. "Not that I'm wondering... but what do you do when you tuck someone into bed and you basically tie them up into a burrito of sheets and blankets?"

She smiled. "Would you be comfortable in that? Because I think it's a matter of opinion." Charlie loved being cocooned in fluffy sheets personally.

"Good, cause the kid's fast asleep and I don't know how to unwrap him."

"Then he'll be fine." Just had to keep your plans under wraps too … as Alastor showed, the walls have ears.

Octavia glared as she watched the despicable couple from the window. Her second time in the human world, and she was doing it without her boyfriend. It was disappointing for sure, but something she needed to do nonetheless.

"What do you mean our insurance was discontinued!?" She heard the man that was supposed to be her boyfriend's dad yelled into a phone. "What do you mean our taxes just doubled!? What do you mean yelling into the phone and repeating everything isn't helpful!?"

"Why is life getting so hard!?" The woman that was supposed to be her boyfriend's mom screamed into the air. "It was supposed to be easy!" It actually took a while to find the couple given the address Iruma gave her (why the fuck was a freaking tent the only thing that he was sentimental for!?), but it turns out that it freaking exploded. On the one hand, she did want the assholes to die, but on the other hand, that would send them to hell too soon, and no doubt the radio prick would factor that into Iruma's torture. "We have all the money, that means happily ever after, right!?"

"Freaking monsters …" The Goetia grumbled to herself.

"So, those are Iruma's parents." Her ride to the human world, Verosika Mayday, noted as she looked through a spyglass. "Now we clearly see where the cutie got his good looks from."

Octavia gave the succubus an unimpressed look. "Are you seriously ogling the people that ruined his life?"

"I'm ogling the people I'm about to fuck over metaphorically and literally. I have to get in the right mindset, you know." The popstar snickered as she kept looking. "Otherwise I'll just be thinking about Blitzo comparisons and lose the motivation to screw them over."

"Fair enough." This was outside how she normally did things, but with Iruma not having the bloodthirst to rip these fuckers a new one, she had to think about it more methodically about how to screw these bastards over. "He always said if there was one thing they actually loved, it was each other … they don't deserve that love." Octavia clashed her beak. She herself knew one or two things about fucking up a marriage.

"I know, such a waste." Verosika gave a tsk sound and a shake of the head. "But they did hatch an adorable little bluebird, didn't they?"

"Are you really going to keep talking about my boyfriend in front of me?" She asked dryly.

"Hey, you made it open season." The succubus laughed. "Which, by the way, is a bold move on your behalf that I support wholeheartedly. Although if it were me, I'd secure the V-card before opening the gates, but it's sweet that you care about him to slide over that detail."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "He deserves it." He deserved so much more than what the world gave him all the time.

"You know little birdy, if you ever need... special lessons to spice things up for you and the cutie, I'm always available." They smirked. "I do guys and girls just right after all."

Imagine what it would be like if an experienced woman's hands pushed her hips right into your- "Thanks for the offer but I'll be just fine!" She squawked.

"The voice says no but the tone says yes." The pop star smirked before spinning around, going into her human disguise with a nurse outfit. "I pretend to be the bitch's new physical therapist, and either the bitch falls for me caressing her body in all the right ways or the bastard in his frustrated state 'fucks me' over a table in front of her. Either way, their perfect little love life is ruined seven ways to Sunday."

"Fuck fuck fuck, I can't deal with this right now..." The bastard of a father grumbled as he threw the phone on the ground. "I need to head out now for fresh air."

"I understand honey, I'll … try and fix up what I can." The bitch of a mother nodded with a strained look on her face.

"Nothing like the smell of a sexually frustrated woman to set the mood." Verosika smiled with clear predatory hunger. "Guess lovey-hubby hasn't been so attentive as he thinks."

"I think the only thing keeping them together this long was the money and comfort." Octavia observed. "Take that away and they can't push down whatever problems they have." Not as comforting as Iruma made it sound … good, let them suffer from each other.

"A brewing problem ready to erupt." The succubus chuckled. "Crystal's on the table." Verosika smirked as she walked out with swaying hips. "Either head back or have some fun watching … Oc~ta~via~sama~." With that sultry sentence, the door closed.

Admit it, it was hot how she said that. Shut up! She's not even from my favorite genre of music. But she has great legs, or do you like them more furry like Iruma and Loona's?

"Gaaah." Octavia grumbled, looking at the crystal … You gonna pussy out and wait at home, or watch the two suffer personally? It's my boyfriend's parents having sex with a succubus that also wants to sleep with him (and possibly you), that is many layers of messed up! But the fallout of those two losing whatever illusion of happiness they've conjured for themselves, the hate on their eyes, the hate you had to see personally on your own parents, only now it would be for Iruma's benefit. Their suffering will make his life better.

… Octavia really did inherit her dad's horniness … and the worst part was she didn't reach for the crystal after contemplating that thought. Now … let's pick up as many techniques as we can. I'm horrible for this. You're a demon, a saint among your kind compared to the rest honestly. Being a little horny won't kill anyone. And it wouldn't hurt your boyfriend either... it'll literally do the opposite. She took a long breath, bracing herself to…watch the incoming adultery. Japan calls it netorare here, which is still popular to countless people of this era for guilty pleasures. There's no harm adding another tiny bird in a vast sky, right? Come on… DO IT.

Octavia was a demon … cruel to those that deserved it … and … she wanted Iruma to be cherished …

Barbie grinned as she sold off another bag. "Pleasure doin' business with you, pal!" Cocaine. What was completely usable and cheap in hell, hard and super expensive up top. When you could deal in two worlds, money just came rolling in. "Tell ya friends and I'll give you a double brick special next time!"

"Best dealer in town." The man grinned as he walked off. Aah, young druggies. So full of hope and money. Perfect clientele for honest and decent work. Of course given that her human disguise was of a young-ish human woman, it didn't hurt to flaunt around her assets either. Anytime she needed help moving drugs, all she needed to do was show a little panty and the hormones of horny teenagers did the hard part.

Pay was steady, stock was flowing … for once, Barbie didn't feel like her life was spiraling out of control. Rehab was the only thing keeping her stable back when mom … back when Blitzo … when everything went to shit. She drugged herself up, banged her head against walls … it wasn't pretty in the slightest.

But now she was … alright. Barbie wasn't going to be rich or retire early … she was just going to keep on chugging with her job. A job where she could, hopefully, build a new life. New people, new friends … and maybe if she was lucky enough, some guy or girl to spend her time with. She already had one friend in the bag, so it wasn't completely hopeless for her.

Now she just needed to find five or six more desperate and/or gullible souls to sell the rest of today's batch and she could call it a day. She smirked. "Lucky for me the sun's still shining … thank you Earth for havin' different time zones." Which was weird considering Hell was mostly just eternal night with one giant clock.

Now who was desperate enough to buy what she was selling but dumb enough to not call the cops on her. "Twenty years of marriage ... and she … betrays me like that..." Spoke some blue haired man sulkily walking down the street with a dazed look on his face. "Why … did all the time we spend together mean nothing?"

Ah, disillusioned and lonely, perfect drug bait! "Excuse me good sir, it looks like you're needing something to lift your spirits up." She smiled, walking over to the man.

"I … maybe … I don't know anymore." He mumbled. "Everything's turning upside down and I don't know why. I have so much money … but ... it keeps either disappearing or not making me as happy as it should."

"Well doi, what good's money if you don't buy good shit with it?" Barbie asked, grinning. "What you need in life is some white powder, my friend." She held up a bag persuasively.

"Oh, you're saying I need to bake a cake?"

Barbie blinked. "Ahh…." Okay, that was a line of dumbassery she didn't expect to hear … and it gave her a vague sense of deja vu. Maybe it was just a Japanese thing? "Why don't you take a sniff and see if it's for you?" She opened up the bag. If this was one of those sheltered types, there was an opportunity to capitalize on the naivety.

The man opened up the bag, taking a sniff. "Hmm … can't really-" His eyes were widening. "Oooohh …"

"Thirty bucks and it's all yours." Barbie held out her hand.

"Oh man… so many pretty colors... I haven't felt this good since I sold my son to a demon." The man laughed deliriously as he began staring at the sun. "Pretty sun… it's tickling my eyes."

"And you can keep feeling tinglingly if you-what was that about demons?" Barbie asked with a blink.

"It's tickling my eyes … I see a blue sun and yellow sky …" He chuckled as he fell onto the ground, already too high to not balance himself.

"Blink once if you want me to reach into your wallet and give you more fun powder." She asked with a raised eyebrow. He slowly blinked. "... Welp, pleasure doin' business with you." She yanked out his wallet, pulling out all the hard cash he kept on him (hundred dollar bills with no credit card, fuck yes!), and tossed him three bags. She snickered in her breath. "Hahahaha, sucker." You could be depressed and/or naive, but never be both in front of a drug dealer.

Huh, ID, Haichi… Suzuki. Could be a coincidence … But that comment earlier … plus the blue hair. She could name like five people she's ever seen in the human world with natural blue hair.

Question was what to do with that. She liked the kid; and he also gave her the out of rehab she was looking for, but it wasn't like she was prepping to kill for him or anything, she didn't need that kind of heat in the human world. On the other hand, she knew was it was like for family to fuck over sideways.

… Then again that imp gang runs a human killing business, so if they wanted the parents DEAD they probably would have done so already. Plus if the man got addicted, then she would want to keep his money around-

Wait a minute, that could be it... but it was risky to stay in one place for too long…Eh, what the hell? The kid was nice and didn't care about his family, let's fuck them up some more. "Enjoyin' the fun powder, Mr. blue head?" She grinned as she turned back around.

"I see a guy in a hat laughing at me … funny … I don't get the joke." The fucker giggled.

"Do you know what the guy in the hat wants? Cause I can tell you what he wants." Barbie smirked as she leaned down.

"Tell me... Ahaha … slimy hands crawling all over me."

"He wants you to buy more white snow and keep having fun." Barbie grinned. "And I can give you all the white snow in the world if you give me your bank account and social security number. Sounds fair?"

"Suuuper fair." He sat up with a dazed look. "It's super complicated, so listen closely to the pin."

"I will, little man, I will." She nodded, pulling out a piece of paper.

"The pin … is … one … two … three … four."

"… you're a bloody genius." She muttered sarcastically. It almost wasn't worth taking all the bastard's money for how easy it was… she was still going to drain him dry, but like, what the hell?

"I say it was America." Haichi muttered. "That's where it all went wrong." When his cheating wife got her leg broken.

"You sure it wasn't when you blew up our house like a moron?" The bitch glared as the two of them were now sitting on the side of the street ... completely homeless. No more money, no more valuables, and his body was constantly aching and his brain was itching unless he snorted the fun powder.

"At least I didn't cheat on you with the first whore that entered my vision, skank!" He exclaimed angrily.

"She at least knew how to touch a woman, and you hadn't had sex with me in a month!" Teien yelled.

"Because your leg was severely damaged and I didn't want to hurt you by moving you too much! Cause I CARED about our relationship!"

"You never cared about me, or you would've learned to eat me out and NOT get addicted to drugs!" She shrieked.

"It helped take my mind off whenever you felt the need to shout at me!" He screamed.

"Yeah, and you wasted the emergency one hundred thousand dollars we had in the bank, AND we no longer have our IDs!"

"I told you the man in the black hat said it was a good investment!"

"My social worker was right about you, you're an idiot that has no idea what he's doing!"

"I have no idea what I was thinking of going into a relationship with you, Ms. prissy!"

"You do NOT get to call me that, gutter trash!"

"You …" He took a deep breath. "Look. All this fighting is getting us nowhere. Do you know what the real problem is?"

"The lack of money?" She guessed snappily.

"No, the lack of someone making money for us." He argued. "The taxes, the chores, the overwhelming amount of animals that we could've used as emergency meat, we don't have someone to keep it flowing and manageable."

"Right." She snapped her fingers. "… You know this goes back to my earlier point about you putting another kid in me."

"Maybe if you weren't batting for the same team-ugh, not the point." He grumbled. "It'll take nine months for the new kid to come if we do that, and we at least need a roof over our heads if we're going to proceed with it."

"Well we need money for that, and we have none." The bitch muttered. "It's not like we can summon Alastor again…"

His head perked up. "Or can we?" He asked.

"Well last time we summoned him, we had a live doe. You have another one in your back pocket?" The bitch rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, I'm the one with the plans, remember." He smirked as he pulled out the book. "Luckily for us, I saved it just in case of emergency."

"Right, but that still doesn't solve the 'sacrifice a living animal' problem."

"It's a deer, how hard could it be?" Haichi smirked.

… Three days later they finally caught one. "'How hard it could be' my ass." Teien growled.

"What, Iruma-kun did this all the time, how was I supposed to know they travel in herds and get super territorial?" He growled back. "Just hand me the book."

"Yeah yeah, I'll draw the circle, little old me." She spoke sarcastically as she sprayed the pepper.

He flipped through the pages, finding the same spell as last time. "Perfect." Wait for the pentagram … and … "Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, taizai no ikimono to torihiki o shitai to kangaete imasu. Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, kono sanji o sekai-kan no michi o hiraku tame ni tsukaimasu. Watashitachi Suzuki ya no mono wa, jinrui no aku o shiru imawashī mono to no kōshō o motomete imasu."

The same red glow took place, as the horrid creature screamed out … before ripped apart again. "What is it …" The demon paused, taking notice of them. His default smile widened. "Well well well, if it isn't the Suzukis!" They shouted with glee, holding out his arms. "Give your old pal Al a hug!" Before they could respond, they were forced into an embrace, almost like their bodies moved on their own before they could tell them. "How are my favorite despicable living degenerates doing this fine evening? I have to say, you two..." The demon looked them up and down. "... Frankly look terrible," He cackled as there were sounds of the audience laugh track. "HAAHAHAHAAHAAHA, what's this, the recession? Taxes finally got to you, or you're downsizing your bathing time to save money?"

"About that …" Teien nervously chuckled. "We kind of … lost it all."

The demon stared at them with a tilted head. "... As in it was stolen by loan sharks?"

"As it … it's a very long story, lots of factors…" Haichi began sheepishly…

"Well we have an hour going by our previous encounter, so that's plenty of time, sit down, relax, have a cup of tea." The demon snapped his fingers as a table, chairs, and a tea set summoned itself. He gestured them. "Sit, sit, we have quite a lot to discuss."

And they did sit down, a mix of that strange force … along with just being really desperate for a drink that wasn't mud water. "Ah … so I take it you enjoyed our last offer?" Haichi asked in curiosity.

"Enjoyed it? No." The demon shook his head. "I LOVED IT! That boy of yours is a bonkers mess of insanity driving hell crazy every second of every day!" The man laughed boisterously. "I don't even have to do much, I let the child live out his life and reality tries to crush away his spirit! Oh sure, there were glimmers of hope here and there, but either the world destroys it or he doubles down and devours anything on his path, quite literally in some cases, it's MARVELOUS!" The demon cackled in a way that made them shiver. "It might be presumptuous or premature, but I truly see the lad as my own flesh and blood, a blooming seed of chaos and disorder disrupting how everyone sees the world …. It almost makes me cry if I could be capable of such a feat now."

"That's great to hear." His bitch of a wife chuckled nervously as she sipped a teacup. "Glad to hear you're having fun as a … family."

"Yes yes, he's quite fun. We even share the same tastes. Like cannibalism we turn into scones and tea." He bit down on one of the objects. "A bite?"

Teien let out a forced smile. "Aaaah…. No thanks?"

"You sure? It goes great with the Earl Blood tea you've been drinking."

"... We're good." He cried out in a high pitched tone as his bitch of a wife coughed roughly. "Although, we would like to … perhaps … make another deal."

The demon snickered. "Oh no thank you. I already have enough as it is." Haichi blinked, caught off guard.

"I…" What was he talking about? "No, we're looking to make another deal…" Teien insisted, looking spooked as him.

"But you've already exhausted that well, dear miss Suzuki, you can't ring it out again."

"But you got so much entertainment last time." Haichi pointed out, anxiety and despair began dwelling in his mind. "We could offer you someone else's soul." As soon as they could get them.

"Afraid it doesn't work like that." The demon looked at his fingernails casually. "Unless you somehow figured out to own souls like a demon, there's frankly nothing that you can give me."

What … what was he on about!? "But you took our son! We can give you-"

"No no, read the fine print." He stated, unfurling a familiar document. "I read, 'Suzuki', not 'Iruma Suzuki'."

"Exactly, we gave you a Suzuki, so we can give you someone else-"

A laugh track played. "No no no … you gave me Suzuki, as in, the Suzuki family." His face became more radio-like as more static formed in the air.

Haichi's eyes widened as his bitch of a wife looked immensely shocked and horrified as he was doing. "What…. What… you… You can't-!" She stuttered.

"I can and I already have!" The man snickered as the table fell to its side. "You exchanged the very souls of your family name. Every Suzuki that exists belongs to me… funny how something as small as a name can make such a difference. So the second the two of you die, you will automatically come to me and serve my every whim as slaves, just like your dear charming Iruma, how lovely and ironic."

No … no … "YOU BASTARD!" Teien screamed in rage. "You tricked us!"

"You didn't read the fine print!" The man cackled. "Oh, and speaking of, your boy spoke of many, many things about you … lots of people would love to meet you, Suzukis, I wonder what they'll do first…eat you, shoot you, flambe you, RIP OFF YOUR HEADS AND USE THEM AS LAWN ORNAMENTS... lovely possibilities one and all. But look at it this way, you have seventy years worth of wealth before you ever have to deal with that…. Or wait, you don't, guess life's just terrible for you both in general, AHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAHA!" This man…this monster…is twisted. Evil. Irredeemably evil.

This … this was … no … "We … we …" Haichi weakly tried to retort.

"Have lost it all … tell me …" The monster leaned down with that ever present smile. "Was it worth it?"

"...I…" The table and the demon began going static.

"Was it worth it? To give it ALL up for some coins that you wasted?"

"We didn't… if we knew what-"

"WAS IT WORTH IT?" The world lit on fire as they felt their very souls burn, extinguishing the bitch's anger immediately as she and Haichi became submissive. "Because considering your afterlife … I hope it was …" He laughed, walking backwards … and hitting the air. He blinked. "... Oh right, stuck on Earth for an hour …" The demon turned to them. "Do either of you still have any card games?"

They can only stare at the demon, terrified and horrified beyond belief. "...What… what is wrong with you?" Teien asked in a hushed tone. The monster shrugged, his vile smile widened.

"Many things, something your son can tell you all about when you meet him down below, you know, provided he hasn't become so angry and jaded at you two that he doesn't eat you both on sight, oh, now THAT is one show I can't wait to witness!"