Despite some protests, Striker had joined their quest to find the sinner who made the demeaning tape. He hadn't taken the van with them due to him saying the horse was more nimble. Which meant, no one could keep an eye on him to see if was up to something. Especially Blitzø, whom had to keep an eye on the road.

Inside the van, the imps of I.M.P and the residents of the Hazbin Hotel were currently discussing the idea to trust Striker.

"Your majesties, with all due respect, trusting Striker is not a good idea." Moxxie said. "Who knows what he will do."

"I know." Charlie said. "But he is probably our best chance to find this sinner."

"I'm sure there were other options." Millie said.

"Like what, going around beating up every sinner wearing a gimp getup until we find the right guy?" Lucifer rhetorically asked.

Millie happily gasped. "How did you read my thoughts?"

"You shouldn't worry guys, I have this man in my sights." Vaggie said. "If he dares lay a finger on Charlie, I will decapitate him and keep his head as a trophy."

"Can I tear off his dick as well?" Blitzø asked.

Vaggie stared at the imp awkwardly unsure of how to respond. Until she shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not? Like he needs it."

"You know I can hear you, right?" Striker asked.

"And I can hear the sound of your horse galloping but you don't see me complaining!" Blitzø retorted.

Striker rolled his eyes in response. "Am I going to regret tagging along with you?"

"On the contrary." Blitzø retorted. "I should be asking that question."

And so the reluctant team continued their journey to the Pride ring to find that gimp demon. "So how will we know if we find the right guy?" Charlie asked.

"Guy is wearing a gimp mask, can't be hard to find." Blitzø said.

However, when they arrived to the Pride ring, everybody in the burning city was wearing gimp masks, leading to some annoyances from the team.

Loona leaned down to her Dad. "Hard to find, huh?"

"Why is everyone wearing a gimp mask?!" Vaggie asked. "I've been here yesterday and there weren't that many."

"Must be some kind of orgy going on here or something." Lucifer theorised.

"Okay, I suggest we should split up so we can find him easier." Charlie suggested.

"Great idea Princess!" Blitzø said. "M & M will go along with Charlie and Lucy…"

"Please don't call me that." Lucifer pleaded.

"…While me, Loonie and Tuppence…."

"Are you doing this deliberately?!" Vaggie asked.

"…Will go with Striker."

"I don't need a team, I can do this on my own." Striker said.

"Oh no, no, it's not just teamwork, it's so I have someone to keep an eye on you." Blitzø said as he showed off his pistol, Vaggie flashed her spear while Loona was playing on her phone.

She then looked up from her device and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I might tear your throat out or whatever."

Striker was about to protest but then smiled. "Of course, you made the wise choice."

"Alright, once one of our teams finds the right fucker, we will contact one another via our phones or by me screaming or Striker possibly chasing them down." Blitzø said.

"Got it." Millie said.

"Hey! We should give ourselves some team names." Charlie suggested. "So we won't get confused."

Blitzø began to ponder that idea. "That's a good idea, Princess. We don't want confusion. Alright team A and team B."

Charlie raised her hand. "I was actually thinking-"

"Adjourned!" Blitzø declared before firing a shot in the air. "Alright everyone, scatter!" And so, the group split up in their respective teams in order to find the gimp sinner.

Unbeknown to them, from behind a wall, a gimp sinner was watching them. He looked nervous and began to tap his fingers together, unsure of how he could handle it.

Team A: Charlie, Lucifer, Millie and Moxxie.

The four of them were patrolling a downtown area trying to keep an eye out for thee sinner. They passed some flaming cars, two sinners stabbing each other and Mrs Mayberry being tossed out of window by Martha.

The two of them tried to kill each other with a pair of swords but then all of a sudden began to tongue each other, leading Millie and Moxxie to be surprised.

Moxxie looked disgusted. "Those two? Really?"

Millie just gave an enthusiastic grin. "Ya know what? Good for them."

Lucifer looked skeptical however. "Isn't one of them a cannibal?"

"So, how should we approach our interrogation tactics?" Charlie queried, disregarding the weird sight they just saw.

"I say we start off simple." Millie suggested before she brandished a knife and a gun. "Knife to the juggler first then gun in the mouth second."

"Or…We could ask politely." Charlie suggested.

Lucifer cracked his neck. "Or…Maybe the king of Hell should make things easier!" All of a sudden, Lucifer turned into a demonic form causing all the sinners. "LISTEN UP YOU PATHETIC SINNERS!" All the sinners began to emit different reactions to the king of Hell in his demonic form, hovering above them. "I AM HAVING QUITE A SHITTY FUCKING DAY AND I WANT ONE OF YOU SINNERS TO COME FORWARD AS TO WHICH ONE GAVE MY DAUGHTER A SENSELESS, CRASS AND DEMEANING VIDEO OF HER RIGHT ON HER FUCKING DOORSTEP!" But instead of adhering to his requests, the sinners ran away in distress.

Lucifer reverted back to his small king sized form just as his daughter approached him. She cringed as a response. "Maybe some choice words might have helped."

"I had no idea I was that terrifying." Lucifer remarked. "I swear I was at my most tame."

"I agree with my wife, we should start off small." Moxxie suggested. "Then we try and use more aggressive tactics."

"Good idea!" Millie said.

"Yeah, small is good." Charlie remarked.

Later, the team found a businessman sinner standing by a bus stop. "Alright, remember, we start off small." Millie said.

"Got it!" Charlie responded. "Let me start." The princess approached the sinner. "Excuse me, sir, do you know of any demons dressed as gimps?"

"Do you mind?! I'm plotting to murder my next client!" The demon exclaimed.

"Okay." Charlie said. "But this will take like a few seconds."

"Few more seconds of you standing here and I will slit your throat!" The sinner said.

"Princess, is this your idea of starting small?" Millie asked.

"What would you have done?" Charlie asked.

"Stuff my fingers up their nostrils until they talked." Millie replied.

"No. I am going to start polite then I will get much firmer." Charlie said.

Millie groaned. "That ain't gonna work!"

Lucifer placed a hand on the imp's shoulder. "Hold up. As those kids say: Let her do the cooking. She knows what she is doing."

"Yeah, she is going to have her guts disemboweled!" Millie exclaimed.

"Listen, it will only take a few minutes so…I will ask politely one more time." Charlie said much firmly. "Do you know of any gimp sinners?"

"I don't care if you are the princess, I will stab you to death like I did with my hopeless wife."

Charlie looked back to Mille, whom was awaiting to get a beat down going while the princess wasn't having it. "Look sir, I'm sure we can come to an-" The demon cut a button off of her shirt, causing her Dad to immediately get angry.

"Oh you did not!" Lucifer rolled up his sleeves.

The princess held up her hand to sure her Dad she had it perfectly under control. Then, Charlie sighed realising she had no other choice. "I didn't want to resort to this…" Then Charlie grabbed the demon by the collar and pulled him towards her. Her eyes turned inferno red and horns emitted from her head. "Talk!" Upon seeing her transformed, the demon began stuttering in terror. He really did underestimate the princess of hell of all people.

"Okay! Okay!" The demon cried in fear upon seeing her demonic form. "I don't know of any gimp demons specifically!"

"Smells of barbecue sauce!" Charlie exclaimed.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Then, almost abruptly, Charlie just reverted back into her regular form. "Alright then. We're all good here." She returned to the group with Millie applauding, Lucifer looking impressed while Moxxie looked confused.

"Why didn't you just do that before?" Moxxie asked.

"I don't like scaring the sinners." Charlie said. "Sometimes…It doesn't work." She leaned into her father.

"Charlie, politeness tends to not work on sinners." Lucifer reminded her. "Except Canadian sinners. They're always polite."

The next demon they tried was a demon with a ton of muscles that no regular sized demon could take them down, however, Millie pounced on the demon and forced their mouth on the curb. "You better answer to me or else I will curb stomp your ass!"

The demon cried. "Okay! What do you wanna know?!"

"Tell me some shit you know of the gimp demon!" The imp demanded.

"Which one?!"

"One that smelt of barbecue sauce and sex!" Millie said.

"No!" He cried.

"Thank you." Millie said with a friendly smile before returning to her team.

"Was that the best approach?" Charlie queried.

"I'm surprised it worked." Millie said. "Last time that happened, I ended up making someone's head look like the insides of a horse. I get a little excited." The imp rubbed the back of her head bashfully.

"So, Moxxie, do you have any interrogation tactics?" Lucifer asked.

Moxxie sighed. "During my mob days, I had to learn some traumatic interrogation tactics. What I am about to do is the tamest."

Later, Moxxie approached a one eyed sinner. "Excuse me, sir."

"The fuck you want?"

Moxxie pulled what looked like a plate and a fork. "I really do not want to do this." Moxie began scraping the fork against the plate in order to break the sinner.

"Oh, fuck! That's annoying!" The sinner tried walking away, but Moxxie jumped in front of them before he continued to scrape the fork against the plate.

"It's going to get a whole lot worse if you don't tell me what I need to know." Moxxie said.

"Okay! What do you wanna know?"

"Know of a gimp demon who smells of barbecue sauce?" Moxxie asked.

"Saw them once." The sinner replied. "But they didn't smell of barbecue sauce."

"Thank you." Moxxie said before going across the street to return to his team. Millie looked empathetic, Charlie was cleaning our her ear while Lucifer looked confused.

"What was that?" Lucifer asked.

"A method my father used to torture people." Moxxie exhaled. "It tended to work."

Millie placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Best ya'll don't ask about his childhood. He gets…Very sensitive about it."

Charlie and Lucifer gave understanding nod. "Alright." Charlie said.

"Well, this looks like it's going to be a long day." Lucifer remarked.

And so, Team A began to interrogate every sinner from around every corner to try and get some kind of answer. Each one using various methods.

M & M threatened to toss a sinner in front of a moving vehicle, Charlie got all demonic on a bunch of literal loan sharks, Lucifer was rambling about some rubber ducks to a duck sinner, Millie threatened to dump one of them into some acid, Charlie and Moxxie briefly got carried away to discuss their love for musicals which somehow caused nearby demons to repent, the king of Hell showed off his fireballs to some ice sinners while Millie threatened to stab one in the juggler.

However, all those interrogations lead to zero results leading the team to a nearby diner to eat some pancakes. "I thought one sinner at least had some answers." Millie said, disappointed.

"I just hope the others have better luck." Moxxie said.

"If Striker doesn't cut them and stuff them." Lucifer stated.

Charlie nudged her Dad. "Dad!"

"No, no, no, it will take a whole lot more to take down Blitzø." Moxxie said. "Believe me."

"Plus, Loona would tear his dick off first chance she gets." Millie stated as she added a whole lot of syrup to her pancakes.

"Alright, maybe we should try and figure out who might have sent that video." Charlie said.

"I mean, you're a princess, you have to make a few enemies." Millie said. "Besides the forces of Heaven."

"Hmmm, I can think of a few enemies." Charlie said. "Or people I slightly annoyed. Katie Killjoy likes to piss people off."

"Yeah, but I don't think she'd go in that ART studio." Lucifer shuddered. "I can still smell those perverted sweats."

"Hmm, there was that one time I met Verosika Mayday when I was on a date and I had jam all over my hand but I….Oh my god, and she was wearing white!" Charlie exclaimed.

"No, no, I know V." Lucifer said. "She never held a grudge against you. In fact, your handprint on her dress inspired one of her outfits."

"Phew, at least she isn't capable of holding a grudge." Charlie said.

"Oh, she holds a grudge against some asshole she used to date." Lucifer said. "An asshole so cruel that she throws an annual party dedicating to hating him. God, I wonder what pathetic loser managed to bag someone like her?"

Millie and Moxxie took some glances. "We shouldn't tell him." Millie said.

"Agreed and how do I get an invite to one of these parties?" Moxxie asked.

"Alright, we know the Vees didn't do it." Charlie said. "Especially Valentino."

"Maybe a fucked up fan." Millie theorised.

"Oh yeah, believe me, those exist." Lucifer said. "You will not believe the fans I get! They call me a DILF and it makes me feel hurt!"

Moxxie, Millie and Charlie gave Lucifer perplexed expressions leading Lucifer confused. "What? Have you been called DILF's as well?"

"Dad, your fans wanna fuck you." Charlie explained.

"Wait, they do?" Lucifer asked, slightly curious but not interested in sexual activity with his fans.

"Do you have an ex you pissed off?" Millie asked.

"Yeah, Sev, right?" Lucifer queried. "Boy you were cute."

Charlie just gave a deadpan stare. "I do not want to talk about Seviathan. But even he wouldn't do it. He dare not enter the ART studio."

Then, a waitress walked up to them. "Will you want anymore pancakes? Or do you want our special?"

"What's the special?" Lucifer queried.

"Barbecue ribs." The waitress replied. "They're very popular around this area of town."

"No thanks." Charlie said. "I can't even think about barbecue related without thinking of that gimp."

"Oh, so that's why you're here." The waitress' statement got everyone at their booth interested.

"Excuse me?" Charlie asked.

"There's a sinner who comes in every week complaining about how he was going to fuck you over." The waitress explained. "How he was going to get back at you or something. I wanted to know, but he was really vague about it."

"Do you know where he is?" Millie queried.

"He offered himself to me one time." The waitress stated. "Said he was the master of cock related acts or something. He said if I wanted it, I could find him at a refuge with others like him. Around the corner somewhere near that sex shop."

Charlie smiled. "Thanks, random waitress. Come on, let's go!" She, Millie and Moxxie began to depart while Lucifer was planning to stay behind to finish off his pancakes. However, Charlie just yanked him by the collar and began to drag him. "Come on Dad!"

"But my pancakes!" Lucifer cried.

"But your cheque!" The waitress exclaimed.

Team B: Blitzø, Loona, Vaggie and Striker.

The four teammates had their own issue to deal with as they were on the rooftop interrogating a sinner who wasn't giving them answers they want. "Alright little sinning bitch, if you want your afterlife spared you will give us what we want to know!" Striker demanded.

"Please, please!" The sinner pleaded. "PLEASE!"

"I will spill your guts on this rooftop if you don't tell us anything about that gimp demon!" Striker demanded.

"I don't talk!" The sinner argued. "I refuse to answer!"

Striker pulled a knife from his satchel. "Do you want to be breathing the fresh Hell air again?"

As they watched Striker interrogate the sinner with mixed emotions. Loona was doing her best to look away from the sight, Blitzø was intrigued while Vaggie looked unsure of his methods.

"Uh…Striker is this really the best method?" Vaggie asked.

"We gotta do what we gotta do." Striker replied as he shoved his boot against the sinner's throat. "Do you wanna talk again, fuck face?"

"Okay, Striker, I think I will take over." Blitzø suggested.

Striker kicked the sinner. "Knock yourself out. He's a waste of time anyway." He joined the others while Blitzø did his own methods.

"Alright, pal, we are going to be friendly." Blitzø said. "Me and my friends just wanna know where that shitty gimp demon is." Then, the imp forced a gun in the mouth of the sinner. "So start talking, fucking shit for brains."

"Ohhhhhh!" The sinner cried.

"Cry all you want, but we ain't leaving till we get what we need!"

As Blitzø continued interrogating, Striker was lighting a smoke. He offered Vaggie a cigarette, however, the former exorcist refused the offer.

"So, you used to be an angel?" Striker asked.

"Exorcist." Vaggie said. "How did you know?"

"When you've been in my business for decades, you start to take notice of a few things." Striker replied. "That and I saw you during last year's raid removing your mask dramatically. Almost like you were doing it for show."

"And I guess you saw my eye being took out?" Vaggie queried as she flashbacked to the trauma of losing her eye and the day she met her Charlie.

"Not that part." Striker said. "But I suppose that is how Charlie found you?"

"Yeah." Vaggie said while Loona's ears perked up, taking a slight interest in her backstory. "And I am forever grateful for her."

After hearing her story, Striker stood in silence, contemplating the former exorcist's story. "She should have left you for dead!"

Vaggie instantly narrowed her eyes at Striker. "Excuse me?!"

"You know what I'm talking about." Striker said. "Many of you exorcists have killed my guilty pleasures."

"You think I liked killing sinners?" Vaggie asked.

"You enjoyed it before." Striker said.

"All because Adam made me believe it." Vaggie pointed out.

"But you enjoyed killing them didn't you?" Striker's query got Vaggie silent as she gripped on to her spear. "What was it like to kill them? Did you enjoy cutting their afterlife permanently? Did you enjoy cutting their stomachs open, spilling their guts? Did you enjoy how worthless they were? You know, we enjoy killing sinners are own way. You enjoy revoking their afterlife while I enjoy killing them, over and over again. Just the span of a few months, I killed a sinner named Bernadette. Every time she comes back she acts like she is prepared but I-"

Suddenly, Vaggie interrupted him by placed her spear against his neck, surprising the demon. "You better shut the fuck up."

Loona placed her paw on Vaggie's shoulder. "Let it go. He is trying to get to you." Vaggie adhered to the Hellhound's request while Blitzø returned.

"Alright, the fucker is difficult." The imp declared. "Vagina…"

Vaggie rolled her eyes. "I got it." She approached the sinner and grabbed them by the collar. "Hutch up." She revealed her wings and shot up into the sky along with the sinner.

The rest of the team watch as the former exorcist flew upwards with the sinner. While she was gone, Striker took the time to chat with the imp.

"So, how are you and that prince of yours?" Striker queried. "You must have been so worried about him when I held his feathered ass in my care."

"Striker, you are walking on thin ice!" Loona chided.

"You wanna tell your bitch to watch her tongue, imp?" Striker asked.

Blitzø narrowed his eyes at Striker. "That bitch, is my daughter. But if you're curious about Stolas, I'm sure we are doing great."

"Really?" Striker raised a brow. "So, what is it with you and him anyway? Just a little fuck and that's it?"

Blitzø narrowed his eyes at the bounty hunter and folded his arms. "That's it, yeah. Nothing more."

"But you want more don't you?" Striker asked. "You want your intimacy to mean more than just a good fling. You want Stolas to love you more than his little imp plaything." Blitzø looked to the ground in doubt. "Oh yeah, you think the same thing don't you? But you're afraid that Stolas will just toss you away as if you are nothing. But maybe you are, because how can a high class royal cunt like him love a piece of shit like you?!"

"ENOUGH!" Blitzø narrowed his eyes at Striker before pulling his gun out. However, Loona quickly disarmed him of his firearm and picked him up.

"Dad! Dad! He is trying to get you riled up! For fuck sake! Why did we agree for you to come alone?!" Loona exclaimed.

"I have some usage in all this." Striker replied.

Vaggie returned with the sinner. "Alright, I got nothing. Loona…What's going on?"

Loona let go of Blitzø, whom had managed to calm down. "Just keep an eye on him. I know how to get them to talk."

While Loona approached the sinner, Vaggie was staring daggers at Striker. "What did you do while I was away?"

"We were talking, don't start anything." Blitzø lied, not wanting to start a fight.

All of a sudden, Loona came back. "Gave up so easily?" Striker asked mockingly.

"No, I got him to talk." Loona replied.

"Huh?" Vaggie, Blitzø and Striker looked shocked.

"How?" Blitzø asked.

"I said please." Loona replied. "He told me of this one guy who would complain about Charlie. Turns out, he is holding refuge with other sinners like him in a building near a sex shop."

"Wait, why did he give up so easily?" Vaggie asked.

"He was Canadian." Loona replied. "I could tell when it was clear we weren't asking nicely. Come on, let's go."

Loona began to walk towards the stairs that lead to the exit while Blitzø, Vaggie and Striker stood in disbelief. "All we had to do was be polite?!" Striker exclaimed in shock.

Blitzø just smiled. "That's my girl."

Later, Team B were walking towards the building to find that Gimp Demon. At the same time, Loona was getting ready to contact Millie.

"Alright, is this the right place?" Vaggie asked.

"Sure hope so." Loona replied. "I'm just about to contact Millie."

"I don't think there will be any need." Blitzø stated as he pointed forward to show to his daughter that the others were already here.

The other team were surprised by the fact that the others had arrived. "Oh. I was just about to contact you." Charlie stated.

"Well, convenient." Lucifer remarked as the team began to stare at their target. This one building which might have their target. That pervert himself.

"So…how do we handle this?" Millie asked.

"I say we go in and kill every last one of them." Striker suggested.

"No, no, that's stupid." Blitzø said. "We should barge in and interrogate every last one! And if one isn't the gimp, we kill the motherfuckerand move to the next shithead."

"Or…Maybe we could go in and ask politely." Charlie's statement made everyone give a deadpan stare at her. "But if things go sour, we can fuck them up."

IMP and Striker grinned with glee. "Fuck yeah! Now we are talking!" Millie exclaimed.

And so, the group entered the building to see it scattered with a bunch of sinners. They appeared to be just chatting and eating what looked like some barbecue ribs. Each of these sinners had some distinct looks. They either had a stitched up head, stitched up limbs, knives for teeth, knives for nails, no eyes, one eye and skull heads. But there was one distinct look they did have however, they each had wings that looked reminiscent of a demonic dragon.

The team all gave each other some glances. "So…Do you wanna say something?" Vaggie asked Charlie and Lucifer.

"Oh, we will." Lucifer assured his future daughter-in-law.

Charlie and her father took a step forward. "If I think things get sour, wait for my signal." Charlie said.

Then, the king of Hell tapped the hard floor below him with his cane to grab the sinners' attentions. "Hello everyone!" Lucifer exclaimed. "You all know me and her, we want a certain sinner who has sent the Hazbin Hotel the very rancid tale featuring my daughter! And there is no hiding it, we know one of you has been fucking one of the Vees to get what you want and visited the ART studio and is wearing a gimp mask."

The sinners all stared at the visitors with baffled expressions but then laughed leaving the Morningstars confused.

"Uh…Did I say something funny?" Lucifer asked.

Blitzø pulled out his pistol. "No….It appears they're laughing because they think you guys are about to make a fucked up decision."

"Indeed!" From the crowd came the gimp demon himself. He was around eight foot tall and appeared to be wearing nothing but white underwear and a greasy shirt of what looked to be a garden. "You messed up following me here, bitch!"

"Sir, listen, about the video you sent me." Charlie said, trying to maintain a more peaceful approach.

"Oh yeah! Wasn't it something?!" The gimp nudged one of their pals. "Right guys?"

"Whatever I have done to you to go to these extreme lengths, I am sure I can apologise." Charlie said.

"Apologise?!" The gimp demon looked insulted. "Apologise?! Because of you, I ended up stuck in this hellhole; because of you, I had to give up my wings to make a buck; because of you, I am not that good at sex anymore; because of you, I decided to attack that fucking hotel; because of you, I ended up killed at that fucking hotel!"

Charlie and the others looked confused. "What is he talking about?" Millie asked.

"Yeah pal, if you suck at sex that's your fault, not Charlie's." Loona pointed out.

"You know, back up in Heaven I was a master!" The gimp exclaimed. "And not just any master, the dick master!"

Upon hearing that nickname, Charlie's eyes went wide in shock. "Say that last part again."

"That last part again." The gimp laughed. "Get it?! Alright, alright, you haven't figured it out Princess?"

Vaggie looked alarmed. "It can't be."

"Sup, vaggie?" The gimp demon asked as he began reaching for the zipper behind his head. "Don't recognise the voice of your former boss?!" The gimp demon removed his mask to reveal himself as none other than a face, Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer thought they would never see again.

The first man, the leader of the Exorcists and the self proclaimed dick master himself: Adam. "Wassup, cunts, did you miss me?!"

There was silence among the groups until it was broken by Blitzø. "Uh…Who?"