Drumming his fingers in an attempt to portray the calm and poised attitude that was all but demanded for a Demon of his position, Stolas allowed his mind to wander back to the events that had resulted in his limo being used in a manner that his wife would undoubtedly condone.

Having expected Blitzy to ask for his help, the Goetia Prince had been more than willing to provide whatever aid that was needed in order to rescue his human born student. Partly because his beloved Imp rarely asked for help, despite the fact that it was always there if called upon, and partly because of the effect Harry's kidnapping was having on his daughter.

His precious Owlet had done her best to maintain the sort of façade that would be necessary once she was old enough to actively participate in Hell's political battlegrounds. But in her eyes he had seen the same feelings of despair that had been present during their little heart to heart in Loo Loo Land.

Of course another reason to offer his aid was because he had come to care for the boy, even if he was certain that he would be have to make certain things clear once he started thinking about the more 'physical' expressions of romantic affection. But since that unhappy day was still far into the future, his relationship with the young wizard was still that of a kind and encouraging teacher and eager pupil.

Which meant that as soon as he learned who was responsible for Harry's kidnapping, his mind had already come up with the basics of a plan.

And he was grateful that Blitzy and his little family were willing to accept his lead on such matters, it was amusing to see his darling Imp act in a manner that could only be called jealousy.

"Sooooo, wanna explain why you have the number of Hell's most infamous porn star on your phone?"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Stolas merely chuckled as he turned his attention away from the window and focused it on Blitzo.

"Because before you entered my life Blitzy…"

"You mean before he broke into your palace to rob you?"

Chortling at the Hellhound's rather accurate description of how he had met the currently frowning Imp, Stolas could only smile as he continued.

"Yes before that delightfully bold intrusion of his, I'm sad to say that my extra martial practices were of a far briefer sort. Needless to say that they never lasted long, but some were more memorable than others. Angel Dust was one of them."

"Because he could hold your arms down while groping that feathered ass of yours?"

Blushing slightly at Blitzy's partially accurate guess, for that had indeed been one of the benefits of having a bedding partner with multiple limbs, Stolas found himself shaking his head as he provided the true reason why the white furred porn star had been worth remembering.

"Because like you my darling little Imp, there was more to him that meets the eye. Of course he was, and probably still is unable to show off his more admirable traits given his unfortunate association with Valentino. But considering that he is part of the Princess of Hell's little…project, I believe that he will be a most useful ally in this endeavor to rescue young Harry."

Pleased to see that his reasoning was being met with nods of acceptance, the Goetia Prince found himself smirking a little as he noticed that his darling Blitzy was still pouting like a deprived child.

Time to cheer him up.

"Don't worry. While there are numerous similarities between the two of you, you needn't feel jealous. For while it is true that he is skilled in the bedroom, you enjoy the advantage of not only being a far more cuddling companion, but also the fact that your much bigg.."

"Please stop talking your highness. We all know that your rather….open about your admiration for our boss, but PLEASE don't go into details."

Chuckling at the white haired Imp's ill looking expression, Stolas nodded his head before allowing a more serious expression to overtake his features.

"As you wish. For I do believe that we have finally arrived."

Opening the door to allow his fellow passengers to depart his limo, and grateful for the fact that he had taken it upon himself to enchant his rarely used automobile to ensure that none would notice it's passing, the Goetia Prince stared at the home of the only being in Hell who believed that the Damned could somehow gain entrance into paradise.

….

Cheerfully humming as he walked through the hallways of the nearly empty building, idly noting that this particular passageway had already fallen victim to the overly energetic efforts of a certain one eyed neat freak, Alastor felt his smile widen ever so slightly as he caught a certain spider trying to sneak out the back door.

Ordering one of his shadow puppets to quietly slam the door in the porn star's face, for he had no desire to have his evening entertainment interrupted by a certain man hating moth Demon, the grinning Overlord could only chuckle as he made his presence known.

"Why hello my fine effeminate fellow. And where are you sneaking off to on this lovely evening?"

Titling his head to the side as he watched Angel's expression change from fear into relief, which in itself was rather amusing since it had been quite some time since anyone had been calmed by his presence, Alastor patiently waited to see what flimsy excuse the porn star would offer for his sneaking about.

Of course he already had inkling since had overheard part of the conversation between the spider Demon and one of the less…distasteful members of Hell's native born aristocracy before Angel had been directed to hold the conversation in a more private area.

But since Angel was unaware of this, the Radio Demon merely waited to see how dishonest he would be with his answer.

And to his great delight, the white furred Demon answered his question in a manner that he generally approved of.

"Well ya see….one of my clients decided that he needed…help dealing with a problem of his. And well…you know me. Always…"

"Always willing to debase yourself for a few coins? Oh I am quite aware of that my dear fellow. And it would explain why you are currently using the back door instead of the one that is guarded so zealously by Vagatha. But considering in the past you have shown little interest in avoiding her when you are out performing your sexual escapades, one has to wonder what sort of…activity Prince Stolas has planned for you this time."

His grin slightly widening as he noticed Angel's slightly panicked expression, which all but confirmed that Angel wasn't running off to enjoy some carnal activities, Alastor could only chuckle in amusement as the porn star tried to do something that would have resulted in his dismemberment if he didn't find him to be such a good source of entertainment.

"I uh…I don't know what you mean Smiles. Its just a usual booty call as always. I mean yeah Val doesn't exactly like it when I show my money maker to other high ranking Demons, at least without his permission. But since the upper crust always pays a good price for quality, it's not like I could say no to such an offer."

Chuckling at this less than honest answer, the Radio Demon greatly enjoyed the look of fear that crossed the spider Demon's face as he reminded him that just because he was enjoying the hospitality of this fine establishment, he was still an Overlord.

"True. But the thing is my dear fellow, I have it on good authority that your…Owl Daddy, is quite smitten with his latest paramour. And since rumor has it that Valentino is still quite annoyed at the fact that the Goetia Prince rejected his predatory advances, I sincerely doubt that your are sneaking to satisfy his lustful urges. So tell me Angel. What sort of task does Prince Stolas have for you hmmm?"

Allowing his grin to widen ever so slightly, uncaring of the fact that this caused the already anxious spider to twitch in fear, Alastor felt his amusement increase as he soon realized that they were about have company.

"God what a dump. I mean sure it's fancier than some of the buildings we got back home, but you'd think being the kid of Lucifer the princess could afford a proper contractor."

"Sir, for the love of Satan, PLEASE let Prince Stolas do the talking. It's bad enough that we're going against one Overlord. But if we're going to rescue Harry in time, it would be wise not to piss off another."

"Much as I hate to say it Blitz, Moxxie's got a point. The last thing we need is the Radio Demon getting involved when…"

"When what my dear canine?"

Having used his powers to swing the door open, Alastor verbally took note of the sight that greeted his eyes.

"Let's see. A skimpily dressed Hellhound. A well dressed, and heavily armed buffoon. A duo where it appears that it is the fat bottomed female that is the dominant partner. And of course, Prince Stolas of the Goetia Family. Angel my dear boy, I do believe that you might have surpassed dear Charlie in terms of entertainment value."

…..

Though he wasn't sure how long it had been since his kidnapper had left him alone, for he had sadly left his watch at home before going to his lessons and the Overlord's office lacked anything resembling a clock, Harry knew that he didn't have much time left.

For despite the fact that Valentino was far deadlier then Vernon could ever have hoped to be, the young Wizard suspected that the demonic pimp possessed the same inability to keep to a schedule that he himself had established.

Of course during week day this wasn't much of an issue, if only because the fat tub of lard he had been forced to call uncle hadn't been there to supervise the chores that he had been forced to do. And Petunia had at least recognized that some things couldn't be rushed if one wanted a good job.

But during the evenings and the weekend, the overstuffed walrus took great delight in punishing him when he proved unable to meet his cruelly changed deadlines. Ones that he couldn't meet unless he slacked on one of his other chores, which in turn resulted in further beatings and food depravation.

And since Hell didn't exactly carry the same sort of moral guidelines that even the Dursleys had to adhere to, at least in public, Harry was almost certain that he would be forced to make a decision well before the deadline he had been given.

He already knew what he was going to say, for thanks to his lessons with the Goetias he knew that Valentino possessed both the connections and the power to easily take out the highly armed and skilled members of I.M.P.

But that didn't mean that he wasn't looking for alternative options. Even if he knew that there was only one thing he could do in order to keep the moth Demon from hurting his family.

Only problem with that plan was that he had no idea how to accomplish it since he had no idea where his wand was.

It was possible that the blue skinned Overlord had it in his possession, if only to ensure that his new attack dog wouldn't have to rely on his still developing 'force powers'. But at the same time it could be back in the lobby where he had been knocked out.

And since he was uncertain whether he could use his wandless magic on something that possessed the ability to permanently kill any being in existence, Harry was left with only one question.

If he was to avoid becoming the slave of a Demon who would undoubtedly fail to uphold his promise of keeping his loved ones safe, how could he get his hands on the only weapon that could take him out for good?

…..

"DAMMIT VAL! I TOLD YOU NOT IN THE FACE!"

"AND I TOLD YOU THAT I'M NOT WASTING MY LOAD ON A TISSUE! IT'S EITHER IN YOUR ASS, OR ON YOUR FACE!"

Giggling in amusement as she watched her two friends act like a pair of teenagers instead of powerful Overlords, Velvet merely rolled her eyes as the T.V. Demon shot her an annoyed frown.

"It's not funny Vel. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wipe this shit off without damaging my screen? It takes time. Time which I don't have since Val was quite insistent on us being here today."

Since she too had been annoyed by Valentino's rather forceful request to drop what she was doing at the time in order to come to the studio, a feeling that only grew as she had arrived too late to put an end to Val's latest attempt to seduce Voxy, the doll Demon decided to change the direction of the conversation before the T.V. Demon could further complain about his slightly crusty screen.

"He's got a point Val. I mean I love hanging out with you guys, even if you won't let me watch. But I was in the midst of starting my Extermination Day plans, so this'd better be good."

Grateful to see that Val had the decency to at least shoot her an apologetic look, for even if he was a cruel and self-centered Demon he did care about her well being, Velvet felt her frown morph into a hopeful grin as the multi-limbed Overlord once again proved that he was more than just a pretty face.

"Considering that I might have found a way to not only increase our power but also copy the fancy ass force field King Lucy has for his castle, I would have to say it is."

Beaming at the multi-limbed Demon, Velvet could only giggle as true to form Vox made his skepticism known.

"Really? And how do intend to accomplish that? Some magical ritual that only works if you have angelic mojo? Bribing the Exorcists so they leave us alone and go after our fellow Overlords?"

Though she liked that particular option, even though she knew that the winged killers of Heaven could never be bargained with, the pigtailed Overlord tilted her head in confusion as Val merely shook his head, instead of his usual habit of smashing in Voxy's for daring to doubt him.

"Love the ideas Vox. Even if it'll be a few years before the kid has that kind of juice. But what I meant to say was…"

"Kid? What kid? Oh, Val. Please tell me you haven't started adding a kiddie menu to your business. I mean yes, this is hell. And a good number of sinners are here because they got hot and bothered by choir boys or girl scouts. But even it turns a profit, I don't see how…

"Vox. Shut the fuck up."

Frowning in concern as she watched Val's previously smirking expression morph into one of annoyance, Velvet was surprised when instead of hitting the sour-faced T.V., Val simply settled for taking a deep breath before he continued to explain his latest scheme.

"Like I was saying, thanks to a little bit of work, I've managed to nearly acquire the services of a LIVING magic user. And not just any magic user baby, but the brat destroyed that pathetic robo-whore of Loo Loo Land."

Fighting the urge to jump for joy at this knowledge, for when she had first seen that little cutie she had wanted to make him part of her…collection, the female Overlord was pleased to see that Vox also agreed that this was a good thing.

"Really? Then I suppose that you might be right about what he can do for us. Though doesn't he need to mature first before we can start using him as a battery? My knowledge about natural magic cores is rather rusty, but I thought that they needed to be at least in the double digits before they could be turned into living weapons."

Frowning a little at her friend's inability to concentrate on the positive aspects of this news, Velvet found herself nodding her head in agreement as Val simply blew smoke at his partly electronic lover.

"Which is why we're going training him harder than that limped-dick owl freak ever did. When it comes to getting results, it's better to use the stick as much as you can, just so they can truly appreciate the small bits of carrot you give them."

Having practiced a similar training regime with her collection of toys, though unlike Val she took a less...physical approach when it came to motivating her dolls if only because it was more fun to make them hurt themselves than doing the work herself, the doll Demon moved to give a more verbal response to this plan.

Only to be interrupted by one of the few Demons that Val didn't keep around for sexual pleasure.

"Forgive the interruption, Mr. Valentino. But Prince Stolas is waiting in the front foyer. He says he has some manner of business to discuss with you."

Frowning in confusion, if only because she didn't know why her friends greeted this news with mixed looks of concern and anger, Velvet decided to take charge of the situation.

"Any idea what he wants to talk about?"

Ignoring Val's less than pleased expression, if only because he wouldn't dare to treat her the same way he treated his employees whenever they spoke without his permission, the doll Demon titled her head as she considered his response.

"He only said that it was an urgent business deal, Ms. Velvet. And that it would be worth Mr. Valentino's while to see him."

Though her expression was one of confusion, Valentino's sneer turned into one of amusement.

"Is that right? Well if that's the case, I shouldn't keep him waiting. Vox, you know what to do."

Her friend releasing a tired sigh as he nodded his head in acceptance, Velvet felt herself perk up as the grinning moth Demon pointed at her.

"And you Vel. I need you on babysitting duty. Just in case."

….

"Oh god. I'm gonna be sick again."

Shaking his head in mild disappointment, even if he had to admit that the stench was pretty bad, Blitzo managed to keep his voice to a whisper as he mocked his green looking employee.

"Shut your cake hole and keep moving Moxxie. It's bad enough that I have to crawl through this cum and drug smelling pipe with your bony ass in my face. But if I have to wade through your puke as well, lets just say that my dry cleaner will be cleaning more then the remains of your breakfast out of my suit. Anyways, you have no right to complain since it was your suggestion that you be the one up front."

Receiving a glare from the white haired Imp, the former circus performer could only scoff as his employee tried to avoid the responsibility of paying for his cleaning bill.

"I never suggested th…"

"Buuutttt I suppose it could be worse. If it had been Millie to take point, you'd probably start fantasizing on how your gonna spend your next date time. Which would in would mean that I'd have to crawl through a disgusting combination of jizz and blood since your dick would be scratched raw by all this metal."

Smirking as his comment was met with a horrified glare, Blitzo continued his line of twisted reasoning.

"And since I doubt you wanted ME to watch your wife's well rounded backside as we attempt to save your son Mission Impossible style, plus the fact that the last time we did this your face kept getting in the way of my tail, I have graciously allowed you to take the lead while Millie brings up the rear. So do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."

Smirking at his less then happy employee, Blitzo found his good humor vanish as Millie made her displeasure known.

Though thankfully it wasn't directed at him.

"This is taking too long. At this rate, even with Stolas acting as a distraction, we'll never reach him in time. Why couldn't we have brought Loona with us? With her sense of smell we could have found him already."

Turning his head so he could glare at Millie, who unsurprisingly returned it with a unamused look of her own, Blitzo held up his hand to count down the list of reasons why adoptive daughter wasn't with them.

"Because a) these vents are barely big enough for us to crawl through, let alone someone of Loona's…dimensions. b) there's no guarantee that she could smell the kid through the stench of cum, blood, and rust. And c) we needed somebody to remain behind to activate the spell book once we got the kid. And since the Spider can't be trusted, and the fact that the Radio Demon all but demanded that Looney be the one to bail us out, I don't think I need to continue."

Shivering as he recalled the way Alastor's smile had grown when Loona had first expressed an interest in coming to the studio, though in truth he was grateful for the Overlord's intervention since it meant that his daughter would be out of harms way if this rescue mission went south, Blitzo turned his attention back to the task at hand.

"Anyways that's enough talking about my kid when we still have to rescue yours. Moxxie, any idea of how much further we have to go?"

Seeing the white haired Imp nod his head in approval, the former circus performer opened his mouth to berate him for his lack of a verbal response.

Only to hear something below him that caused Millie to start growling like Loona did during the rare times he was forced to cancel her computer privileges.

"My my my. I know Val said he got himself a kid, but I never dreamed he'd get a cutie like you. What's your name sweetie?"

Knowing that he only had seconds before Millie went into psycho parent mode, Blitzo tried to come up with the words that would keep the deathly still Imp from blowing their cover.

"Now Mils listen to me. I want you to take a deep breath and…."

Sadly he was too late.

For with a quick punch to the metal that had been holding her up, Millie quickly fell into the room below.

"GET YOUR STICHED HANDS AWAY FROM MY SON YOU BITCH!"

….

Annnnnnnnnnd That's it for now. Was hoping to get this arc done before the next episode, but sadly not gonna happen due to my busy work schedule.

However, hopefully you will all be satisfied with this chapter. Even if I'm basing a lot of my material (i.e. the Overlords personality) from 1 pilot, 1 prequel comic, and a lot of fan comics lol BUT…can sort of see Velvet acting like Bellatrix.

But overall I say I did a good job.

Once again big thanks to Darksycthe Drake. Whose help in editing/being a sounding board for this story has ensured that I can make these chapters both quick and awesome lol.

ANNNNND…for the poll regarding which year Harry will be returning to Hogwarts….not gonna end the poll since only around half as many people have voted compared to the one about the pairings.

BUT….when taken into account those that have made their votes known through msgs….just gonna say that there are only a few votes difference between those that want I.M.P raised Harry to go Book 1, and those that want him in Book 4.

Promise to release the results once it is done.

Anyways, as always plz review. No flames.

Til next time.