Chapter 6: A New Dream

It was a terrible day, a terrible day without Verosika, back at the concert venue, a somber gathering had taken place the Weird Sisters a trio of siren witches, Diamond Dog a British hellhound singer dressed sharply, Alastor the Radio Demon with his assistant Nifty, Queen Lilith the regal wife of Lucie with her teenage emo daughter Charlie, Fizzarolli the cybernetic clown imp, Beelzebub herself had all come together, their usual bravado subdued by the weight of tragedy. They had come to perform in honor of Verosika their fallen peer continuing the concert as a tribute to her memory.

They had no fear as they performed Alastor hacking into every radio in Hell and Lilith using her influence to get every TV and podcast to view. Beelzebub, her usual party girl style muted as she dressed and spoke with her seldom seen regal presence and commanding voice, had taken to the stage to speak, her voice filled with sorrow and anger. "Verosika Mayday was more than a popstar. She was a beacon of hope in a world that needed it more than ever. She believed in a better Hell, and she fought for those who couldn't fight for themselves. We will not let her memory fade. We will carry on her work and make sure justice is served!"

Each artist sang a new song in tribute to Verosika, each one having a different style, different feeling, different mood. The crowd a mix of Hellhounds, Demons and sinners. Had erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers a vow to continue the fight Verosika had started.

As the final notes of Queen Bee's cover of "its a Blue, Blue Moon" echoed through the night, the screens behind the stage lit up with images of Verosika—her bright smile, her fiery performances, and her unwavering determination to make a difference. The blue moons and wolves that had once been mere backdrops now stood as symbols of her legacy, a reminder that even in the darkest corners of Hell, there was still a flicker of light.

And that light would continue to shine, no matter what.

But in the shadows, the forces that had sought to silence Verosika were already plotting their next move, their sights set on those who dared to challenge the status quo in Hell. Blitzø, Loona, Barbie, and the others had a long and dangerous road ahead, but they were ready.

Verosika had started a revolution, and now it was up to them to finish it.

In the days following Verosika's assassination, the atmosphere in Hell grew even darker, tension hanging thick in the air like a storm on the brink of breaking. The news of her death spread rapidly, sparking outrage and fear among those who had supported her cause. Hellhounds and their sympathizers rallied, demanding justice for Verosika and an end to the abuse that had been inflicted on so many.

Blitzø, now the reluctant face of the movement, found himself thrust into a role he'd never wanted. But as much as he hated the spotlight, he knew he couldn't let Verosika's death be for nothing. He threw himself into the work, organizing protests, gathering evidence, and reaching out to allies across the rings of Hell. Verosika' small-time charity foundation the Blue Loona Foundation had now become something much bigger—a force for change.

Loona, for her part, had transformed in the wake of the tragedy. The quiet, timid, traumatized Hellhound was now focused and driven, her grief fueling a newfound determination to see her adoptive mother's mission through. She spent hours combing through Verosika's files, learning about the dark underbelly of the Hellhound trade Barbie Wire had dug up, and looking online decided to leak damning information to the public.

Despite the overwhelming pain of losing Verosika, Loona found solace in the knowledge that she wasn't alone. Blitzø was always there, a constant support even as he wrestled with his own grief. And Barbie, fierce and relentless, was out in the field, tracking down every lead, taking down every lowlife connected to the hit.

Barbie's investigation had led her deep into the heart of the Pride Ring, where the seediest deals were made and the most dangerous demons lurked. The arms dealer she'd interrogated had pointed her toward an elusive figure known only as "The Broker," a shadowy entity who orchestrated high-profile hits for the elite of Hell. If anyone knew who had ordered the hit on Verosika, it was The Broker.

Barbie wasn't one to waste time. Within days, she'd tracked down The Broker's lair—a sprawling mansion hidden deep in the abandoned industrial sector of the Pride Ring. The place was a fortress, guarded by layers of magical wards and heavily armed mercenaries. But Barbie was nothing if not resourceful. With a mix of cunning, brute force, a few well-placed bribes and some assistance from Alastor, she managed to breach the mansion's defenses.

Most of the guard who weren't bought out laying dead at her, Alastor and Nifty's feet.

Inside, she found The Broker—a pale, thin demon with cold, calculating eyes—seated behind a massive oak desk. He barely had time to register Barbie's presence before she was on him, her knife at his throat.

"Talk," she hissed, pressing the blade into his skin. "Who ordered the hit on Verosika?"

The Broker sneered, his fear masked by a thin veneer of arrogance. "You think I'm scared of you? I've dealt with demons far worse than—"

Barbie cut him off, slamming his head into the desk. "Wrong answer."

Blood trickled down The Broker's face, but he held his ground. "You're making a mistake, you damn imp. You don't know who you're dealing with."

"Maybe not," Barbie growled, twisting the knife, "but you're going to tell me. Or I'll make sure you spend the rest of your miserable existence wishing you had." she was now glaring at his crotch. "If you get what I mean?"

For a moment, The Broker remained defiant, but the cold, murderous gleam in Barbie's eyes finally broke him. With a sigh, he relented.

"Alright, alright. It was… it was a coalition. A group of high-ranking demons who felt threatened by Verosika's influence. They didn't like the way she was stirring things up, especially with Beelzebub backing her. They saw her as a threat to the status quo."

"Names," Barbie demanded.

The Broker hesitated, then rattled off a list of names that made Barbie's blood run cold. They were some of the most powerful demons in Hell, including a few she'd crossed paths with before. Taking them down would be next to impossible, but Barbie had never been one to shy away from a challenge.

Satisfied with the information, Barbie leaving him tied up, she flung open the door a sinisterly grinning Alastor on the other side. "Al he's all yours." As she made her way out of the mansion, her mind was already racing with plans. She had the names. Now it was time to bring them down.

The Broker's terrified screams echoing out behind Barbie but she really did not care at all, after all sinners like the Broker were Alastor's ideal pray and even if she couldn't kill them she knew he would.

--

Back at the foundation headquarters, Blitzø and Loona were in the middle of a strategy meeting when Barbie burst through the door, her face flushed with adrenaline.

"I've got the bastards who did this," she announced, throwing the list of names onto the table. "It's not going to be easy, but if we play our cards right, we can take them down."

Blitzø picked up the list, scanning the names. "Shit… these guys are some serious heavy hitters."

"I know," Barbie said, her voice steely. "But we can't let that stop us. Verosika didn't back down, and neither will we."

Loona nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. "For Mom."

Blitzø looked at the two of them—his family, his team—and felt a swell of pride. They were all hurting, but they weren't broken. They were ready to fight, to carry on Verosika's legacy, no matter what it took.

"For V," Blitzø agreed, his voice firm. "Let's do this."

--

Blitz decided to start his quest now, his quest for vengeance going into a gun store, leaning over the counter with his big silly grin he asked a simple request. "I'd like to buy a gun."

The gunsmith rolled his eyes as he began to ask several technical questions. "That's pretty broad sir if you're hunting i have several rifles. If it's protection I'd recommend a small handgun, if it's revenge I have quite the array of iconic looking weapons."

"Oooh revenge yeah that's the one so show me what you got!" His tail wagging like a digs as he looked at the intricately designed pieces in the case while crouching down.

Blitz tried out several different guns from a hand Canon of a pistol, to revolvers, an assault rifle, a Tommy gun, even a mini gun nothing felt right, the gunsmith stroked his beard before reaching for a dusty box putting it on the counter. "my dad made this its a set of volcanic repeaters gold intricately etched barrels and here on the hammer a demonic eye etching its a lever action pistol with a tubular magazine underneath the barrel, The powder is stuffed into the hollowed bullet, so there are no casings to eject. The barrel is rather wide for a bullet of such caliber to be kept beneath it, but the bullets don't need to be so big. It's obviously the size of the barrel that determines the damage, not 'muzzle velocity' or 'frangibility', this pair is guaranteed to take out whatever you point it at, uts also got a protective curse on it that ID locks it to you, anyone else picks it up their hand is gonna burn."

Blitz's eyes lit up like diamonds as he reached out stroking the barrels. "Yeah, yeah I'll take em!"

--

Barbie had called Blitz and Loona to a warehouse in the Greed ring, Loona wafting the area in front of her. "Uhg it smells like a dead fish shit itself then got lit on fire here!"

Blitzø nodded, patting Loona on the head. "Good description there Loony, so Barb why you bring us to this crime infested shit hole?"

Barbie chuckled at her family's attitude. "Nice, nice, but if we're gonna avenge V I gotta get you two into fighting fit shape, so!" With a snap of her fingers various female demons of all sorts from imps to succubi to hellhounds, loan sharks and be baphomets appeared all dressed in revealing jester outfits gathered around Blitz and Loona.

Barb leaned in with a wink of an eye and the wag of a finger said. "So the Hells Harlequins are gonna turn you guys into killing machines!"

As the weeks passed, Blutz went from a mere entertainer who could win a bar brawl to a skilled knife fighter as he was drilled constantly, getting ganged up on and pummeled every time he made a mistake much to Barb's delight. He was then trained with firearms shooting at various targets first bottles then thrown hubcaps, if he missed he would again be Hortons beaten, it became pretty obvious that the HH either didn't like him very much or they figured constantly brutal discipline would make him stronger.

With Loona though an older Hellhound in the HH unsheathed her razor sharp Dagger like claws doing a twirled and slash to show Loona how to fight like a hound, Loona tried but her claws were tiny broken nubs and when she tried to twirl and slash she kept tripping falling on her face or butt, the older hound leaned in Loona expecting a beating bit only getting head pats.

"Hey how come she gets positive affirmation?!" Blitz groaned while crawling on the ground only to be hit with a chair.

Loona was taught how to properly maintain her claws as they grew, were sharpened and started to gleam, training day in and day out to get the slash moves down, once she mastered one she was taught another, then put through crazy Japanese Game show obstacle courses to try and improve her agility, falling into rancid pools, hit by balls of sludge and sprayed with some sort of burning smelly liquid, but she did not give up eventually clearing the courses.

Finally Blitz and Loona got martial arts drilling and Blitz with his circus experience proved to be a very agile tricky fighter, bit Loona she had a killer instinct, durability and power that was especially surprising for a hound so young.

Barbie watched her family with pride as they were being forged into someone else, something else: Immediate murder professionals!

After what felt like forever they were ready as Barbie pulled out the booklet full of a list of names, the work could finally begin!

the fight against the corrupt elite of Hell intensified. Blitzø, Barbie, and Loona worked tirelessly, gathering evidence, exposing secrets, and rallying support from every corner of Hell. The benefit concert, once a tragedy, became a rallying cry for change. Verosika's song, "It's a Blue, Blue Moon," was played everywhere, its haunting lyrics and powerful message inspiring demons and Hellhounds alike to rise up against the injustice that had claimed her life.

The coalition of demons who had ordered the hit found themselves under increasing pressure. Their secrets were laid bare, their crimes exposed for all to see. One by one, they fell—some taken down by Blitzø's skilled hand, others by Barbie's relentless pursuit of justice, or even Loona pure ferocity.

In the end, the battle was hard-fought and bloody, but it was a victory nonetheless. The corrupt elite were toppled, their influence shattered. And through it all, Verosika's memory remained a guiding light, her vision of a better Hell becoming a reality.

They checked off name after name on the list, demon after demon was falling as they made their way up the ladder of the Hellhound traffickers arriving at one last name, a prominent sinner overlord named Heathcliff a rather scheming and sinister cat themed sinner who revels in the exploration of *Pleasure pups*.

Blitz, Barbie and Loona looking at his compound from across the street. "Security is top notch. How are we gonna get in?" Loona leering, the now 9 year old hellhound girl wearing a cute little tux, her hair in a ponytail.

Barb shrugged, pulling out a phone. "Easy, we call a friend.

--

Alastor the radio demon walked right through the front gate followed by his assistant Nifty, being one of hells top overlords he could easily arrange a meeting.

As he stepped into Heathcliff study tje portly amber cat creature had very mangy fur abd wore an ill fitting business suit with tiny wings on his back and smoking a cigar a pair of rather sexy poodle hellhounds in lingerie waiting on him hand and foot. "So, so what does the famous radio demon want with a humble businessman like myself?"

Alastor tapping his chin began his wide sinister grin. "Well you see my good man that's the rub, now in my day I of course would take a tour of a few cabaret clubs, who hasn't but, let's just say I'm not a fan!" A swirling mass of shadows oozing around Alastor as Barbie, Loona and Blitz emerged, a classic Trojan horse maneuver. "So we're putting you out of business!" The overlords' eyes turned into radio dials, his form becoming gangly and tall.

Blitzø, Loona, and Barbie stood together on the steps of the ruined mansion from where Heathcliff had once ruled. The sky above was dark, the moon a pale, ghostly blue.

"She'd be proud of us," Loona said softly, her eyes fixed on the moon.

Blitzø nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, she would."

Barbie smiled, though there was still a sadness in her eyes. "We did it for her. For all of us."

As they stood there, a sense of peace settled over them. The fight was far from over—there would always be more battles to face, more enemies to defeat—but they knew that as long as they had each other, they could face anything.

Verosika's legacy would live on, not just in the foundation she'd started, but in the hearts of those who loved her. And no matter what the future held, they would carry her memory with them, a reminder that even in the darkest corners of Hell, there was always a flicker of light.