The last of her

by FDparadox

The end have come, but not for humanity. Having launched an genetical modified fungus on the demon race to exterminate them from existence, heaven surely didn't have anticipated the small little spark of hope, shinning for their enemy in the dark, the real question his, how much those who protect this hope will sacrifice for saving their world and themself.

2. Chapter 2: Aftermath

Chapter 2: Aftermath.

Moving through multiple imagery of different kind of channel exhibiting the numerous aftermath events of the chemical bombardment to at the end stop on a certain channel showing two sinner demon reporters, where one seemed to be a blonde pale female dressed in a red professional suit while the other was wearing a gasmask and a grey suit.

?: "Welcome everyone on this new day of…of…for fuck sake why am I continuing this" having started with her usual fake smile and excited attitude to suddenly slumber in her chair to pull out a flask and drink the content with a large gulp, she then took a long inspiration before going back, "Anyway…I'm Katie Killjoy and this is Tom Trench" she presented with less enthusiasm than earlier.

Tom: "Good morning to the few sinners and hellborn that have managed to survive this Armageddon of bomb and-"

Katie: "Yeah whatever Tom, let's just get this done and then I'm getting the fuck out of here" clearing her throat, she grabbed and rearrange her text, "For today news, multiple report of this newly virus, or mushroom something bullshit. Have been divulged by Belphegor health to the public in order to properly avoid any more spreading among the populace, apparently, she suggests that we stay at home and wear mask…" she said with a flat expression, "Real fucking helpful…"

Tom: "On a side note, the sins of sloth herself his actively working on a potential vaccine, but until now the populace from the pride ring his advised too also-"

Switching month later over a few images of chaotic insurrection between the survivor and the infected demon running around to kill the unplagued people fighting or running for their life, we once again stop on a certain news channel were this time, show one imp male dress in a black suit with a blue tie and a Baphomet man in a pink suit accompanied with a green bowtie.

?: "Good evening hell, and welcome too-".

?: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD EVENING!" screamed the Baphomet in panic, "WHY THE FUCK ARE WE STILL HERE! PEOPLE ARE KILLING EACH OTHER OUTSIDE!- I mean more than usual- BUT YOU GET THE IDEA! HEAVEN, THERE SOME FUCKING ZOMBIE LIKE THING ALL AROUND THE DAMN PRIDE NOW!"

?: "Dave, keep your calm and just do your Satan damn job, okay!" growled the imp irately.

Dave: "FUCK YOU JOX! I'M GETTING OUT OF HE-" looking over his shoulder at the abrupt sound of a door being busted accompanied with some heavy footstep coming toward him, Dave who didn't reacted quickly, was grabbed by two hellhounds in hazmat suit away, "NOOOOO! KEEP YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY YOU GOVERNMENTAL DICKHEAD! I HAVE RIGHT! I HAVE-".

The voice of his coworker fading in the background to be reduce to some simple muffling noise, Dave could only sight in pity before going back to his work.

Dave: "Excuse us for that…inconvenient".

*BANG*

Dave: "…Anyway, for today news, we have a new report about the vaccine and it say-" looking at his report, his eyes and expression immediately dropped to one of despair, "That there is no vaccine…I…" letting the stack of paper fall off his grasp to run a hand through his short hair in a desperate manner to calm his aching breath and trembling hand, "There is no vaccine and the sinner who are infected just come back with the virus…" he finally finish it with a cracked trembling voice of despair, "Lucifer help us, this is the end".

Cutting later through a few more days and come back on the same channel to be welcomed with the same demon than last time, it seemed that whatever have happened over this small lap, surely did affected Dave to a point that his once perfect suit and feature were now the shadow of his dirty and irrecoverable self.

Dave: "Hi…*sniff* this is Dave, and…were fucked" he stated with another sad sniff, "The royal family followed with the other sins have decreed that the entire circle of the pride ring would be put on a full quarantine" slouching in his seat to pull out a small revolver that he delicately reload it with a few small caliber bullet sticking out from a box standing beside, the imp who brutally closed the cylinder that echoed in the empty and now unlived building he was in, looked at the camera with his pistol resting on his broken dirty table, "The elevator leading to the other ring will be closed and shut out forever with some protective seal that also create an invisible dome around the other ring in order to isolate them from the pride ring…so like I said…were fucked" wiping out the snot dripping from his nose, the demon who eyed his weapon for moment, refocused back on the camera, "Before I leave this fucking building, I would like to tell my wife and kid that-" he said while arming the hammer before getting up with a loud grunt off his seat, "I love you both and I'll do everything to get back home" tear replaced by a determinate face of resilience, Dave tossed his costume while walking toward the camera and cut off the last news channel forever before leaving himself toward his own story.

Weeks later after the last announcement transmitted through a TV, and before the V tower felled from the new named inquisitor force of heaven. We found ourself inside an old radio station leaded by a sinner in camouflage gear whose face was hided by a ripped red bandana and brown hood.

?: "To all survivor from the pride ring, this is Malabar from the F.D.F, the king have officially accepted once again a pact with the enemy, extermination will be brought back and all remaining demon who are still in the pride ring will be exterminated every seven month" fearfully announced the demon, "They have betrayed us" he bitterly told with a angered voice and eyes that were darkly hide under the shadow of his cloth, "Do not trust the Morningstar, do not trust the royal force, and continue the fight in the shadow brothers and sister of the Free Demonic Force, Malabar over and out" Cutting the transmission before taking out a knife and destroy his radio post, the man then rapidly grabbed his bag and leave the room to disappear in the obscurity with a few other person.

Passing through time once again to watch pentagram city shine over another day or to be more precise numerous years that notably showed the drastic change that the mother nature of hell have done over the time.

?: "Good morning dear listener! Alastor on the microphone and quite the pleasure to speak to you in this newly apocalyptic after life day that we are in now! Hahahahahaha" spoke a dear humanoid person over a radio intercom, "In today news, me and the last remaining crew have gathered enough information for the next supply drop send by our only and kindly sponsor sins from gluttony, but before that I have to first, give some important matter that must be said and heard from other" switching our scenery to a more gloomy yet red ambiance where several cable and electronic component lingered around a radio station were our infamous Alastor, was tranquilly resting his foot on a well-crafted office table, "The ring of greed have fallen, seemed that the restriction of those elevator haven't lasted that long, am I right folks?" he rhetorically asked.

?: "Shame that the authorities didn't spotted those renegade digging a tunnel in the south west" replied Alastor microphone, "But on how did they broke the seal, it will be a mysteries for everyone I must say!".

Alastor: "Yes…Shame" wiping an invisible tear of sadness from his eyes, the sinner then sadistically chuckled, "Ha~ it reminds me so much of the depression of 1929, Ha hahahahaha ha…ha~, good old time…but anyway! With that small piece of information out of the way, I would like to send this usual dedicated message to an certain individual that his surely listening to this program" clearing his throat to take a more relaxed pose and tone while in the same way readjust his sleeve, a small real smile came to his face, "We are fine and mostly alive princess" he kindly told with a fond look in his eyes psychotic mind and eyes, "Now!" quickly spoke the dear sinner to change the subject, "The news that you were waiting for! the next delivery will be teleported at-".

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. 7 years later, imp city, I.M.P headquarter.

Many things have change over the years in the pride ring. The abandoned and rotten car columns blocking the street, the numerous collapsed skyscraper and apartment invaded by the red moisture or giant three growing inside to partially cover the sky, the few infected lifelessly marching in some random direction, or the few crater or cracks caused by the shell kindly sent by heaven in the first day which also allowed the formation of a few river or lake to naturally create a new type of fauna expending over the unnatural silence of the once rattling city. Yep, a lot have change…but not all of it.

*FFFFFFIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUWWWWWHHHHH*

?: "HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!"

*BAM*

Welcoming a new corrupted soul who crashed face first into the realm of the damned, the humanoid rat whom suddenly opened his eyes rapidly bounced up to fearfully yet carefully inspected himself and make sure that every part of his body wasn't broken or ripped off during the landing.

?: "I'm fine…" he whispered before madly laughing at the news, "I'm fine and I'm alive!".

?: "RHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Flash news, he wasn't fine nor 'alive' anymore, guess if he hasn't made all this noise he wouldn't have been teared to pieces by the nearest group of infected. But while this grim scenery would have made a few folks traumatized, disgusted or even sympathies, for some other it was just another way to laugh and kill time.

?: "He he, moron" snickered a pink incubus wearing a brown winter coat with a blue dirty jean and a black beanie. Readjusting his hunting rifle scope and seat at the same time that he wiped the small trace of accumulated dust on his shoulder, a sudden noise of footstep instinctively made him turn with his weapon raised and a finger on the trigger, "Antichrist Christ Mox!" he yelled before putting the safety back in precaution, "I almost blew out your head this time".

Marching toward the incubus with two cup fill with hot coffee, Moxxie whom have aged a little, also seemed to have seen better day due to the profound dark circle marked under his eyes and dirty unkept hair.

Moxxie: "Please Josh, you wouldn't be able to hit a cow in a corridor" he joked while handing him one of the cups, "Last pack, so you better enjoy it at his fullest".

Josh: "Fuck…" guess he will have to wait for the next group of scavengers to go, but until that he will follow the thespian advice and enjoy the brewage as much has he can.

Moxxie: "Anything outside" asked the imp while gesturing toward the horizon in front of them, "By the way, why do you always choose the third floor? Can't you just go on the roof?".

Josh: "Already did it, got my ass kick out by Verosika because I accidently used her booze has a fuel…fuck me, at least the car was able to work this time" having muttered the last part with an annoyed tone, he then silently sipped a little bit of his coffee has a way to dissipate the fantom pain of the punch he received that day, "And for today, nothing out the ordinary, except that stupid cold".

Both shivering at the cold breeze making his way between the few broken glass of their once working place, the two demons then closely hugged their jacket to preserve the heat of their body in their garment.

Moxxie: "It's 6AM Josh, also we are in winter…now that I think about it, it's almost sinsmas" taking out from his dark blue puffy vest pocket a white beanie with a red maple leaf on it, and place it over his head while making sure to properly pass his horn between the hole, the small imp then gulped half of his hot coffee to warm himself up, "Ha~, much better…any gift for Ace this year?".

Snorting at his response, the incubus putted the rifle aside.

Josh: "Usually I'm the one to ask that kind of stuff dude…".

Moxxie: "Guess we all change, but I still maintain my question".

Josh: "Welp I..." scratching his head in shame, he then slumbered on the window edge, "I don't know what to offer him- I mean, we only dated for like…what, a week now?".

Moxxie: "Hm" thoughtfully hummed the imp, "Well to be frank I can't really help you on this case" he responded in shame, "But hey, like my wife said, 'In those time we can't really be picky' so I guess that whatever you offer him, he will still be touched by the act itself".

Josh: "You think?"

Moxxie: "Fifty per cent" told Moxxie while doing a so-so gesture, "And on the other case, he can die then".

Laughing at the joke that lighted up the morose atmosphere for a mere moment, the two then settled themselves in a comfortable silence to admire the first ray of sunshine passing through the leaf and destroyed setting would have been pleasant to look at if it was not for the fact that at any moment something unexpected could happen…at least more than it was before.

Moxxie: "Ok" suddenly say Moxxie before getting up with a loud tired grunt, "Gotta see if Kiki managed to get the right signal"

Josh: "Who's turn this time?"

Moxxie: "Millie"

Josh: "Okay, see ya in a hour" he waved his goodbye, "But it's me next time, want to make sure that my grandma fine".

Moxxie: "Noted"

Leaving his friend behind to head in the direction of the exit and join the corridor and at the same time take a few sips of his coffee. Once a professional building that was basically made to welcome any potential business office with their worker, it now have been converted and reorganize by the old and new survivor for a more live use purpose, gone was the wooden computer desk in the neighboring room, now replaced by the different kind of bunk bed and personal possession that the people they have greeted brought with them, usually it was either some photo accompanied with their clothing, but sometime it could be some painting or statue…seriously, the priorities of some individual could be very confusing during the end of world, "Like that guy who bought a bag full of toilet paper with him" shaking his head at the rethought of such silliness while at the same time push aside some extended laundry off the way and salute a few person here and there, we could also note that the building seemed even more dilapidate and dirty than before, too bad that the last janitor didn't make it…welp not a big loss anyway, the guys was an asshole. Taking a few more turns to finally reach and walk the stair leading toward the old I.M.P office and Verosika studio, Moxxie was just about to push the emergency exit of their floor, only to be taken in advance when someone from the other side opened it for him.

?: "I swear to fucking Beelzebub herself that if I don't have a cigarette now I will-" caught in her word at the sudden appearance of a well know imp, the demoness who just opened the door,yelped in surprise before dropping the small box of vegetable in her hand, "For fuck sake Mox, you scare the shit out of me!"

Moxxie: "Good morning to you too Apple" nonchalantly greeted Moxxie before helping the women to pick up the few carrots and zucchini scattered on the ground.

Taking a look at the blonde half succubus imp wearing a long furred grey coat that have been repaired multiple time with different kind of patched fabric perfectly complimented by the brown furred gloves, pants and black long laced working boots she was wearing this morning, Moxxie have to give her the credits that even in the apocalypse this blonde ponytail women always founded a way for fashion. Putting the last zucchini in his compartment after a few minutes of silent gathering, the white-haired imp then took the box in order to give it back to his original owner.

Apple: "Thanks" she thanked while rubbing one of her eyes, "Sorry about that, it's just that…I'm on the nerve".

Moxxie: "Don't worry, I think we all are" perking up at the rethought of something that found a few day prior, he then searched his pockets for a specific item, "Here, I found them in an old car" he told while handing the succubus a full pack of cigarette, "Thought I could exchange them at the market, but I think you need them more than me".

Squealing in excitement before snatching the object from the imp hand to take a long-delighted sniff from the strong smell of nicotine emanating off the package, Apple could only (from her way at least) take the little guy in her arm and spin him around while at the same time give multiple kiss on his cheek has a way to express her happiness.

Apple: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I own you one for that Mox!" she says before giving him one last kiss before putting him down.

Moxxie: "No problem Apple, always a pleasure to help".

Apple: "Awww, you're such a cutie when you want"cooed Apple, "No wonder why Millie felled for you" she whispered.

Moxxie: "I heard that"

Apple: "I hope so" she teased with a grin that made him chuckle.

Moxxie: "Anyway, did you saw Millie on the way, it's her turn".

Apple: "She is in the armory, say she wanted to sharpen or something" she explained while pocketing the offered cigarette.

Moxxie: "Thanks, see ya Apple".

Apple: "Later Mox".

Leaving Apple do whatever she was doing earlier with this box and enter the depleted corridor of their ancient working place, Moxxie finally arrived at the front broken glass door of the I.M.P office to grab the door knob and twist it to enter the reception, who has been reconverted into their personal living area. Decorated with an dirty couch found in the floor above, a flat TV screen hanged in the corner, a plastic dining table with three metallic chairs around and an old earth bear rug on the floor accompanied with a few plastics plant and other photo on the wall, be it from their pass life or new one. The greed imp who readjusted an old panting hanging above the couch on his way, entered the armory to be welcomed with the sight of his beautiful wife sharpening a firefighter axe with a manual millstone. Wearing a black vest with the former logo of their business on the back and some synthetic puffy wool stitched around the collar, which was accompanied with a pair of long red/black working glove and a set of ripped black jean, the imp women who's back was turn and mind focus on her work, didn't notice his husband sneakily walk toward her to-.

Millie: "Yer still making ta much noise Mox" replied the wrathian demon inspecting the sharpness of her weapon with a cocky smile, "Yall also need ta watch fer tha light around, saw yer shadow in tha corner of ma eye".

Moxxie: "Noted…here" he said before handling his mug, "this is the last".

Millie: "Aaaww, hope tha' ther' will be some in tha next drop".

Moxxie: "Hope so too, by the way it's your turn on the radio" pushed aside by a zipping red blur making his way toward the opposite room of theirs, the imp quickly perks up and runed after her wife when a loud 'What the fuck' echoed from the other side.

Still containing a certain pop like style and exotic atmosphere than before, the ancient studio of the pop star Verosika Mayday, have now been repurposed into a radio center and storage for all electronic material, while it didn't particularly pleased the famous succubus at first, she was outvoted by the I.M.P gang, the resident, and to the astonishment of everyone, one of her crew member named Kiki who soon after that also volunteer to be the one to 'run the com' from now on, in the personal opinion of Moxxie, he think that she just sided with them to find an excuse to have her own room. Opening the door while carefully avoiding a few capable and electronic piece lingering on the ground to finally join the two women sitting side by side in front of an enormous set up composed of three different kinds of radio, Moxxie could see that the messy black-haired succubus tiredly fiddling with the transmission.

Kiki: "Fuck me woman, can't you wait a few hours, I wasn't even dress" growly replied the red succubus referring to the simple blue navy hoodie and boxer she was wearing, "The canal won't leave anytime soon".

Millie: "How can yall be sure abou' tha'?!" she cried.

Kiki: "Because I destroyed the jammer in our sector, should take time before they repair or replace it" nonchalantly answered the woman before smiling at the correct transmission, "Here, you have an hours before we change".

Taking the microphone and in the meantime take a long breath, she then pressed the button aside with eagerness.

Millie: "Millie to tha' Knowlastname family ranch, do yall copy?" the silent crips of extraneous noise was the only response she receives, "Millie to tha Knowlastname family ranch, do yall copy?" she repeated anxiously.

?:"…This is Lin fram tha' Knowlastname ranch ha receive yall, hows yer doing honey?" responded a static feminine voice on the other side.

Has it have been month since that Millie was able to speak to any relative of her own, the wrath imp could only silently sob and hiccup in happiness at the mere voice of her mother, good thing that Moxxie was beside to calm her down, otherwise she would have spent her time crying.

Millie: "Satan mom *sniff, yall don know how much its warm's me ta hear yall" she told at the same time that she was holding her tear, "Things ar'…hard here, we lost someone last week".

Lin: "Ho honey, I…I'm sarry"

Millie: "It's okay ma, I made ma…I made ma grief" truth to be told, she still didn't made her grief over this poor hellhound girl who save her life from a hided clacker, "…Tha shall have been me" blowing aside a few small strings of grey hair off her face, the small country hell imp took another long breath to calm her nerve, "Anyway, How's pa and tha other?".

Lin: "*Chuckle* Joe fine, yall sibling are still working in tha field and Sallie found a bounty hunter job in town, thought we lost grandpa Gray yesterday…die in his sleep"While no emotion could have been seen from the couple, a stinge of sadness could still be felt and heard over the maternal voice.

Millie: "Ho ma…I'm sarry, I wish I could be thare…" apologetically said Millie, tears still threatening to drip down from the corner of her eyes.

Lin: 'Yall don' have ta apologies, we all know where yall are and wha' yer living through…his Moxxie still here?".

Surprised that her mother-in-law asked for him in concern, the masculine imp still stayed on his guard since that he was perfectly aware that his fiancé family wasn't particularly fond of him, "Wonder how they would react if they saw me today" he proudly thought, seven years in the apocalypse surely forge you, both physically and mentally.

Millie: "Yep ma, is beside me now".

Lin: "…Ho" was the only disappointed word she could muster.

And as predicted they still didn't like him, he swore that if he, Millie, Blitz, and the other manage to escape this shit hole, he will make sure too prove to the Knowlastname that him, Moxxie, was the now perfect badass husband that their daughter could ever have…if they didn't make fun of his now old feature and hair first, but this isn't the point! A few gray hairs won't stop him from his oath. Crap! Now that he thought about it, he still needs to see Blitz for the next looting trip.

Moxxie: "Hey Mils" started the imp to get the attention of his wife, "Is it a problem if I leave you alone? I got to see Blitz for the next trip".

Millie: "No problem, Mox, I'll come when I'm done talking ta ma" she reassured with a warm smile.

Kiki: "Or until her time have pass" muttered the succubus who promptly received an elbow in the stomach by Moxxie in response.

Moxxie: "Anyway, later you two" replied the imp to the now wheezing lustful demon and his wife before departing toward another floor.

Taking the same set of stair and in the same way salute a few fellow survivor finally getting up to do there daily core or…other thing they were supposed to do, Moxxie who at last arrived in front of the seventh door floor of the building, momentarily stop in front of it to catch his breath, "Can't wait for the elevator to work" taking one last harsh and long breath before opening the door to pass through another corridor and march toward a specific office, that has been designated to be the meeting room for the most important people of the building a long time ago…and when I mean the most important, I means the one that Blitz have choose, so you can get the picture. Has the white haired demon was just about to knock on the door to made his presence know, he still needed to mentally prepare himself for another session of argument that could potentially happen between the other inside, Satan, sometime he wondered if arguing with Blitz was a much better fate than doing it with Bob or Catherine, "Whatever remaining divine entities that still linger in this place, give me strength" pushing the door to be greeted by the cacophony of argument, insult and other pitiful bad word that the different sinner nor hellborn in the room could throw at one another, Moxxie, just like Blitz who now was sitting at the end of a long table that welcomed eight other demon, was desperately massaging his head to sooth an incoming headache forming in his brain, "And it's only…" he thought before taking a quick glance at his watch while taking place at his usual seat, "8AM…Welp, that's a new silence record I guess".

?: "Hey Mox" saluted a half blind black hellhound wearing a grey beanie, ripped red hoodie and a black torn up pants were one of his leg was wrap up in some sort of makeshift splint.

Moxxie: "Hey Vortex, how's the leg?".

Vortex: "Still hurt like a bitch, but at least I can move without screaming or whining like a pussy every minute" responded the canine demon with a tinge of annoyance at his misfortune.

Moxxie: "Good for you I guess…Beside that, since when they started to scream at one another?" Asked Moxxie to change the subject, even after all those years, he still wasn't used to be so social with other people beside Blitz, Millie and…Loona.

Vortex: "They just started a few minutes ago…Still don't know which sector they want to pass in order to avoid the inquisitor and F.D.F dickhead" a simultaneous tired sigh was the only thing the two could do for such thing, "This is stupid".

Moxxie: "Yes, it is".

?: "I say we take the second avenue and use the building to cover our presence god dammit!" argued a literal radio head humanoid sinner wearing poncho and cute little repaired blue top hat.

?: "And I say we take the graveyard third highway to get there faster, fuck stealth! We have enough gas tank and gun to do a fucking hell tour five time!" retorted a young female imp with a half shaved long undercut while wearing a full warm spiky set of anarchist cloth with a leather choker around her neck.

Catherine: "And I say that we can just take the usual route" said Catherine with an annoyed temper, "For fuck's sake guys, it's been-Good morning Mox-30 minute we are on this!" she screamed while at the same time greeting Moxxie, "Seriously, what do you guys think" she asked the other demon.

?: "Don't care" nonchalantly replied a shark demon wearing a long yellow trench coat.

?: "same with Andre" followed an harpy sinner wearing a camouflage t-shirt and short.

?: "I just want to go and kill something" said a teenage white husky like hellhound readjusting his round glasses and white/blue sport jacket.

A simple shrug was given to Catherine when her eyes met the blue coat ashy humanoid sinner sitting beside Blitz.

?: "Personally I don't give a shit, I don't do those kind of thing anyway" encrusted a succubus clad in a pink furred trench coat. Time have surely didn't being kind since that most of her pink hair have turned gray and her once beautiful face was now forever marked with a burnt scar on her left cheeks and deep wound cut on her right eyes.

Catherine: "Woah, thank you Verosika, very fucking helpful" said Catherine with sarcasm and a deadpan expression.

Verosika: "Your welcome honey" smugly replied the women.

Moxxie: "Okay enough of that crap" interjected Moxxie to end this never-ending nonsense, "Blitz, what's the plan then".

Lost in his mind and thought since the beginning of this so-called meeting that he was forced to participate in by Verosika, Blitz which now was wearing the same set of cloth than Millie and seemed a little bit older, leaved himself grow a small goatee. Brought back to reality when the succubus demon gently laid a hand on his shoulder, the former I.M.P Ceo looked at his expect team before giving an answer.

Blitz: "We…" he started, a little lost for a moment, "We will take the same way" he told before getting up to leave the room, "I'll be in my room if you need anything".

Door silently yet loudly closed behind to leave a tense and worried atmosphere behind, Moxxie and Vortex who worriedly looked at each for their leader, could only remain in silent about what they could possibly do or said to someone who have lost his entire meaning or will to live…shit, what was he supposed to say to comfort his friend.

?: "Dibs on leader ship if he kill himself" interjected the shark demon before receiving an uppercut in the face by Verosika, which knocked him out immediately.

Verosika: "I'll see him, the rest of you, at least the one who can still properly walk" she muttered the last part while mockingly eyeing her former bodyguard who playfully gave her the finger, "Go take a bite, you leave in a few minute" she finished with a clap of her hand, "Any other crisis that I need to know!".

Moxxie: "We don't have anymore coffee" bluntly announced Moxxie, making some of the demon in the room groan in desperation.

Verosika: "One apocalypse at a time Moxmox, anything else?" leaded the former popstar. It was always a common thing for the succubus to take the rope when Blitz wasn't able to be there physically or spiritually, welp at least she was much more capable than the rest of them…weirdly.

Leave in the meeting to quickly discuss the few missing thing, news of the morning or when someone has to do this or that, Blitz on his side, kicked the door of his new arranged room, which was containing a glass armoire full of pony figurine, a wardrobe fill in different kind of cloth and a hammock attached at the corner of the room, walked toward a white board with a giant map of the pride ring attach on it with different red dots and marker on it. Taking from his black winter coat an old photo of a smiling Stolas and annoyed him doing a selfie together, he then, with a sad look on his face eyed the map in front of him.

Blitz: "Where are you?..."

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Somewhere on the other side of the pride ring.

Fiddling with the antenna above her super-secret layer that she proudly created all by herself during those several few months, since the other one has been raided by a bunch of inquisitors whom just decided to burnt everything down to the ground because it was 'fun' in their book. Octavia which was still wearing her basic cloth with the exception of an additional green cloak were the base was ripped to shred yet still manage to partially hide most of her body and feet, just opted (without a choice) for an old crashed camping car under a bridge covered by some roots and long grass,"Come on you piece of junk" thought the girl with her beak clench over the wrench in her hand that was desperately trying to slightly unscrew the a bolt of the antenna base in hope to change his direction and get a better signal.

*CLINCK*

Octavia: "Finally" tossing the tool inside a red metallic box standing behind her, the goetic women then meticulously turned the thing south before using the trap of the vehicle roof, go inside and sit beside the radio post…to only grunt exasperatedly at the annoying static noise, "You got to be kidding me".

Putting the headphone down to once again go on the roof and rearrange the device in another direction. It at least lasted a good hour until she finally manage to found the right direction, "Note to self, found a better antenna" listening to the numerous transmission going through the various repeated emergencies message and other propaganda from those anti-royal guys, that she have forgotten their name, and the one of the royal family, she was more focus on a certain emission that will normally start in a few min-.

?: "Good morning dear remaining listener, this is Alastor your one and probably last entertaining men still sane enough to tell you the news, hahahaha-" huh, guess he have decided to start much earlier than usual, "For this morning and the later afternoon, we will have a strong temperature drop of 19C followed by a small downpour for tonight, so to my kind survivor, don't forget to cover yourself, prepare your water collector and a good set of warm cloth with a good hot cannibal brew that I personally know the recipe, hahahahaha!-"

Momentarily leaving the radio men…or dear- whatever, share the news that she wasn't particularly interested on, Octavia grabbed a can of fruit under her bed with a spoon while making herself comfortable for the painful incoming share of horse shit that this guy was so well known to do since the fall of the Vee tower, the goetia seriously suspected that this Alastor was purposely doing this just to force everyone to listen to him, or make them die of boredom…or maybe both. The rambling was long, so long that Octavia managed to do a few thing here and there before deciding to do a little bit of musical practice with the white acoustic guitar that she has found in a residential apartment probably belonging of an married couple, due to the multiple photo and portrait hanged on the wall…she didn't know why but every time that she saw those kind of thing or when she just looked at the star, it always reminded her so much of her own family, shit, she wasn't even able to save a single image of her dad when the fire started. Eyes closed with her breath slowed and finger gently caressing the rough wooden body of the instrument and naturally move toward the old string, she then leaved her mind start a melody that she has played over and over again.

Cover of you will be okay by Loganne.

Starting with a soft melody that conformably leaved her to relax and hum to after that, open her beak to properly followed up with the first couplet of the song.

It always seems more quiet…in the dark.

It always feels so stark.

How silence grows under the moon.

Constellation gone so soon.

Plunging her mind in a constellated darkness with a shower of meteorite beautifully raining down on a nearby passing planet, where some star magically moved themselves to form the shape of her father flying toward his daughter to embrace it, his figure who barely landed a hand on her, suddenly burst apart into a million-glimmering stone.

You used to think you were so bold.

You used to think that love would be fun.

Now all your stories have been told.

Except for one~.

Shedding a tear at those word, she then took a long breath before continuing.

Has the star start to align.

I hope you take it has a sign.

That you will be okay…everything will be okay.

And if the seven-ring collapse~.

Although, the day could be my last.

You will be okay…when I'm gone, you'll be okay.

Grip threatening to break the string of her instrument at any moment, the young women took a small moment of break before going back.

And when creation goes to die~.

You can find me in the sky.

Upon the last day…and you'll be okay.

Melody and darkness slowly dissipating itself to let the songstress open her beautiful magenta eyes to once again contemplate with a loud sight the horrible world she was now in.

Alastor: "-And now for our late spectator who's morning seems hard, the coordinate of the next supplies drops generously gifted by the gluttonous lord herself, queen Beelzebub".

Wow perfect timing, it was almost like someone was writing her fate. Leaning closer to properly listen, she promised that this time she will get it first.

---

Pride ring center, ruins of the three V tower.

Still standing 'strong' and over most of the ruined skyscraper in the entertaining pride district, the V tower, who's logo and half of the floor have been blow up by a well placed shell, was still habited by none other than the last overlord of the V, Velvette and her thousands salaried, slash henchman, slash slave, slash survivor, slash other thing than you can think of a person when he/she is desperate enough to let itself be chained by anyone that will let them have a refuge accompanied with some food and protection.

Coming out of an elevator with violet pajama with two bowls of cereal in her hand and a piece of bread with butter in her mouth, a youngish pale humanoid sinner who's yellow eyes were still bloodshot due to the extreme fatigue, used her shoulder to push aside a double dirty pink door leading inside Velvette room and workshop, that still seemed habitable if you don't pay attention at the decrepit paint, spider webs, giant pile of fashion material and tool disregarded all around, "Seems she overwork again" walking while disapprovingly shaking her head between the pile forming a labyrinth, she after a few minutes finally arrived at her girlfriend who…wasn't there actually.

?: "Huuugh" tiredly groaned the sinner women before taking back the same way she has used, only to this time kick a certain pile of dress to let it fall on the side and reveal a hidden door, repeating the same action than she has done to enter, she then smiled yet still felt a tinge of annoyance at the view of her lover peacefully sleeping on her workshop with a bunch of mannequins equipped with different kind of stylish armor around.

Silently tip-toeing toward the doll demon with the agility of cat and grace of a ballerina in order to avoid the numerous objects surrounding the place and make sure that she doesn't drop what she was holding, she at last after a moment of gymnastic, manage to join her sleeping lover to place her food beside.

?: "Rise and shine" said the pale women with a lovely tone and a small kiss on her forehead.

Eyes slowly open over the carrying hand on her shoulder, Velvette then grabbed this said hand to slowly caress it and take it in hers to feel the warmth of the person she has come to love over the years.

Velvette: "Hi" tiredly replied the girl, "What time is it?"

?: "eight in the morning".

Mind and eyes brutally awaken at this sudden information forced the overlord to stand up and go back to work, only to be immediately stopped by the women on her side who strongly held her hand.

?: "Calm down hon, I already got the next drop on the radio and send some guard to secure it" her girlfriend now calmed by this, she then calmly putted her back in her seat, "You overwork again".

Velvette: "…So do you Clem" she remarked while tracing a thumb over the deep black bag under her beautiful eyes, "I hate when you do that" and she was genuine, working twenty-four seven nonstop was a thing that she could keep up has if it was nothing, but when it came to her…it was a different story.

Clementines: "So do I…Hey, since that I already set everything up for today, what do say that we…" leaning closer to her ears, she then lowered her tone into a kind loving whispering, "take the day off, you know, the breakfast in the bed, the massage, and the other…bonus~" she proposed while purring her last word.

To be frank, Velvette already knew that this was an awful lie that her girlfriend was making up, there was too much thing needed to be done since the fall, too much thing to care about since her two partner and friend died in that explosion, too much politic thing to take upon when it come to the security of her territory and the one of the remaining overlord, too much demand of armor and cloth that her slav- I mean newly recruited salary could produce, shit she was even forced to put her sweat in it, yes there was too much things to do now…maybe a little bit of rest and indulgence wouldn't be that bad.

Velvette: "I could use a massage" letting herself being led out of her workplace, but not without leaving her food behind, a small goofy lovey smile was slowly forming on her face at the simple thought of some alone time with-.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Guess the alone time have to wait. Taking a quick bite of her food before passing the dishes back to her girlfriend and angrily stomp her way out of her room to violently open the door and be face with a baseball head trembling sinner, she mentally threatened this man that whatever reason he has to interrupt her, it must be good.

?: "Huh~, sorry to disturb you boss, but Carmilla Carmine his at the entrance for the shipment".

Door slammed in front of him to let the woman heavily sigh in frustration, she then eyed Clem or Clementines from her full name, who now was looking at her with sad and disappointed look…gosh she hates it even more when she was doing this, it made her feel like a monster.

Velvette: "I'm sorry I-"

Clementine: "It's okay…I understand".

A nod was the only response she could give before moving without wasting another minute. Rapidly snatching the nearby cloak lingering around without forgetting to properly comb and attach her hair into a ponytail, she mentally throwed her morning makeup out of the way since that she didn't got time nor she was in the mood for it anyway.

Velvette: "I'll come back when I'm finish, promise that we will have the whole day for us" a promise that she will make sure to fulfill, and if it meant to kill that old hag Carmilla to make the deal go faster, then she surely will do that.

Cinnamon: "…Yeah, okay" sadly replied the girl before giving her a smile.

Door closes behind with the footstep of her girlfriend echoing away, Clementines who just defiantly sat on the bed, put Velvette food in front of her before silently eating her lunch with a melancholic expression plastered on her face.

---

Many hours later, somewhere in the central park district.

Traveling in hell especially in the ring of pride was always a hard and perilous thing to do when everything was still alright in a certain way, highway was bloated every two hours, train and bus station fill to brim with people that will either mug you, have sex with you, eat you or in the best possibilities judge you. Yep, a real challenge, but today without the influx of traffic jam, the explosion of the Mammon power station making the train useless, including the lack of sinner and demonic pawn in the street surely made the meant of movement safer, no?...welp you'll be wrong, it was even more fucking worst. Hardly following the other while desperately trying to make a way between the field of long grass and in the same way force on his bog down hoof, Moxxie could barely register the fact that he suddenly lost his foot to fall face first in the mud.

Millie: "Yer okay Mox?" worriedly asked his wife leading the way.

Head and body drag out from the mud with the assistance of Blitz, the born greed imp quickly spat out the dirt in his mouth after having wiped his face first.

Moxxie: "I'm good, just lost my balance there";

?: "Maybe if you weren't looking at your ass wife, we would go much faster" commented a black boy hellhound wearing a dirty white t-shirt with a leaf on it and a red baseball cap, having a lot of fur did gave an advantage over the cold.

Moxxie: "It's that freaking bag dumbass!" complained Moxxie showing the overloaded sack on his back "You know, I really feel like it was a mistake to pick you up on the way Max" actually, they were forced to take him due to his mother, little guy wasn't able to stand in place without realizing his 'experiment' in his room, sure the kid was an expert when it come to explosive, but he was an annoying brat.

Max: "Say that to my mom" smugly replied the kid "And I'm your mistake now".

Blitz: "Will you two shut up and walk" ordered Blitz in irritation, "If you continue like that, I'll fucking find an excuse to skin you both" finger pointed toward the shocked hellhound and nonchalant imp, he then pushed the two away to grab the hand of their feminine companion standing over the edge of a collapsed service station roof invaded by some mangrove swamp and liana.

While the two other demonic hell pawn momentarily struggled to climb on the roof due to the weight of their package for one and the lack of physical strength from the other, they both, with the assistance of Millie, manage to join the other and crouch behind a billboard that gave them a perfect view over the rest of the zone.

Blitz: "Take out the binocular Mox".

Bag off his shoulder to let him sigh in relief and take what he has been asked for, the imp rapidly searched between the bazar of ration, ammunition and weapon to take from it a red pair of binoculars for each of them…except for one.

Max: "Hey, where's mine?".

Ignored by the other two, it was Millie who answered his question.

Millie: "Sarry sugar, you weren't supposed ta be thar'" and it was true, there were supposed to only be three for this recovery mission.

Max: "Ho right" boy, he could be an idiot sometime. Taking from his own bag a few handmade smoking grenade and dynamite to give one last check before the expected moment, he would not repeat the same mistake this time.

Blitz: "You sure it explodes" angrily asked the burnt imp without leaving his sight from his binocular, "I don't want to bring another body because of how useless you can be sometime".

As this blunt and hurtful comment stung the hellhound and the other around like a knife directly, they still didn't dared to respond back due to the fear of what could potentially happen to them, last time someone tried to express his opinion about Blitz leadership, or even mention his daughter Loona, they were at best beat up to death, or at worst cut apart before being thrown in the middle of somewhere to let them bleed to death or be devoured alive, even Millie didn't dare to say anything now, and while she wouldn't openly admit it, but Blitz sometime…was capable to scare the both of them on a point where it was just painfully hard to believe that he was still their dorky boss….she really missed that dorky part of him, "Good thing tha Verosika his still ther' far him…has strange tha' this seem".

Max: "Ye-Ye-Yes sir, It will work…sir" stuttered the kid, cocky behavior and confidence now throw out the window at the threatening sight.

Eying the young hellhound for a second before going back toward his primarily task of surveillance, the boy could finally relax and sigh in relief at the imposing pressure out on him.

Millie: "It's fine, Blitz didn't-"

Max: "Yes…yes, he meant it…" and damn, he was right that he meant that. The first time that he was brought with a group outside, three person die including an imp girl that he have started to appreciate yet still didn't manage to knew her name in time, "Just because I didn't put enough powder" a regret that he will forever carry with him, just like the scream and plea of this girl that he wasn't able to save…nor the other with him, what a luck that Blitz manage to found and save him before that bloater exploded, the luck of the coward he call it…yeah, a pretty good statement that he have accepted a long time ago.

Moxxie: "Stay focus Max, I don't know when but I have felling that the drop will soon be summon" said the thespian imp, felling some sympathies for him. Granted he didn't like him, but it still wasn't a reason to let him drown in his own thought, "fourteen and he already have some PTSD" when they were done here, he will make sure to have a talk with him or his mother in order to help him, "Just think about all the good thing waiting for us" but now, he will make sure to make his mind occupied over something else.

Max: "*Sigh* Your right…man I hope there those blue candy things in there" he fondly thought with a smile, "Could have some now".

Millie: "Ar some dry pepper hog" she chirped while licking her lips at the mere thought of big chunky bar of dried meat.

Moxxie: "I just want some coffee personally".

Max: "Coffee? Really old man?" asked the young hellhound with an raised eyebrow, "Of all the thing that you could wish, you just want some of this disgusting stuff".

Moxxie: "Shut up brat, I'm only thirty-seven years old for your information" replied Moxxie in false anger.

Max: "Like I said, old man"

Looking at each other death in the eye for a moment, the two couldn't hold it anymore and just busted into a laugh that made Millie smile at the warming scene, while she was the one to be the comfort character around normally, with Max it was on another level, a level that apparently Moxxie was able to understand despite that they hated each other sometime, "Almost make me wan tha have a kid" almost, going back beside Blitz but not without giving him the stink eye, and watch her part of the zone, she didn't notice that not so far from them another individual was making his way toward the same goal that the I.M.P gang came for.

She didn't know how many times she was running now, but if there is one thing that she was sure is that she couldn't allowed herself to slow down right now. At first everything seemed to be relatively safe when she took this quick shortcut between those abandoned sky scrapper, but has you can guess everything wasn't has simple in this new world, and so without knowing Octavia founded herself in a nest of clacker which by some unknow divine bad luck were waken up by a rat falling from the vent system, "Talk about some god damn fucking luck" sprinting inside a room and take the first window to jump into another building with the help of a spell that created a small shock wave helping her to be push much further, Octavia then rolled on the ground to deaden her fall and finally take a break while at the same time watch with satisfaction the small horde of clacker mindlessly jump through the same window that only leaded them toward their death, "Ouch, now that's gotta hurt" commented the owl who watched a mushroom infected crash multiple time into some three branch before impaling itself head first on a lamppost. But while the…welp, not so teenager anymore goetia wanted to appreciate the grotesque spectacle in front of her, time wasn't in her favor, and the drop will soon be summoned, "Okay Octie, time to go back" getting up to dust off her ass, knee while in the same way readjust the holster holding the angelic revolver of her mother with a hellish hunting knife attached on his side before finishing up with a small check of her backpack, she then moved toward the stair case to traverse what used to be some old apartment that his corridor have been rotten by the overgrown flora wich passed through a giant hole that she used to join another building roof from the other side by swinging on a roots dangling from above, "Whatever gods that still listen to us, ho poor demonic soul…" she internally joked with a sarcastic 'tone' before walking and grabbing a ladder leading toward a water tower promising enough for a good point of view over the area, "…Answer my prayer and make sure that inside those crate there is a better bag, some cigarette, enough food to kill a person from obesity, and most of all…" loudly grunting to push on her arm and reach the top of the water tower were she catch her breath for a second, she then slowly decelerate her heart beat to focus her mind and summon a spell that allowed her to sharpen her eyes sight in a way that permitted to zoom closer like a pair of natural binocular who was also able to see the ambient temperature of the demonic beings arounds with the small rift of concentrated magic used for teleportation, "…Some fucking battery" And there they were, the first heat signature of living life, be it animal or intelligent life surrounding the place, guess she wasn't the only desperate soul there. Bah it didn't matter, she wasn't the type to go full gun and explosion anyway, just like last time she would wait that everyone kills each other to then take the opportunity to scavenge the remain of the aftermath, was it dishonorable? Yes, was it the technique of a coward? Yes, but those technique have kept her alive for seven years, so she wouldn't complain about it, plus bullet were rarer now and angelic ammunition were even rarer than it was before so curse her if she would ever waste the last three loaded in the chamber of her gun, "…time to wait" sitting down with her leg in the air that leaved the opportunity for a small white rodent sneakily jump on her tattered laced long booths and climb up to her knee, the poor mouse wouldn't have the chance to go further when it was suddenly snath by the owl who ripped and eaten her head before munching the rest of the body, a snack before the storm if we could say that…a storm of leads and fire.

Millie didn't know how much hours have passed since they have arrived, but she sure has shit that if the fucking cargo didn't come right now, she would kill everyone around her and then herself because death seemed to be a better faith than this slow ever growing and eating boredom that was consuming her.

Millie: "I'm bored~" desperately moaned the wrathian imp before falling face first on the ground, "Why those tha stupid thing didn't spawn naw?".

A question that everyone couldn't found the answer yet still asked themselves internally.

Blitz: "That's not normal" suspiciously spoke Blitz from the same spot he was sitting since they have arrived, "It should have appeared now".

Octavia: "That's not normal" said Octavia with an raised eyebrow from her own spot, "it should have appeared right now".

She has always been a patient person if she has to be honest with herself, be in a family were argument tended to quickly go south surely helped to train that patience in certain way, but even tho she has acquired that useful quality, it didn't mean that it was unbreakable. Five hours have passed since she has arrived on top of that water tower to observe the arriving wind of magic, who for a reason haven't come yet, "the fuck are they doing in gluttony".

---

Distribution center of the gluttony ring (D.C.G):

?: "I'm telling you Greg, if I *burp* hear that bitch yap again about the fucking toilet sit again, I will explode" complained a male drunken hellhound in a violet uniform suit with the D.C.G acronym printed on his back.

?: "I feel you man" lazily responded his Doberman hellhound partner with a joint in his mouth.

Working at the D.C.G was maybe a boring job at the time, charge the crate in the summoning circle, check the coordinate to make sure that the goods didn't appear in the middle of an apartment or above the sky- that kind of shit, but on the other hand it did bring up a certain amount of advantage like an unlimited access of food, beer, drugs and other area where those two salaries could just drink and chill without being preoccupied by anyone or anything…and do some smuggle too for the various gang and faction rooming in the pride and greed circle, Beelzebub it was paradise.

*BBBBBIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP*

Came a loud buzzing noise from the speaker.

?: "Message from the direction, all staffs must come to the cafeteria now! And when I said now it's NOW! I won't repeat myself okay" fearfully announced the director over the intercom, making the two hellborn weirdly look at one another.

?: "Welp, time to move" shrugged the Doberman extinguishing his joint on the nearby wall, "Same time, same place for the next loads of drugs?".

?: "Yep, but we gotta make this quick and stealthy, I almost got my ass skinned alive last time" grumbled his partner at the rethought of their last deal with those north side greed ring weirdo living in one of the few rarer safe zone, "Wonder how Mammon his doing there?".

Dusting off the remaining ash from his torso and his friend the last drop of beer from his can before tossing his empty bottle inside a crate that he was sure will be delivered later, they both marched in the long flashy multicolored corridor leading toward the cafeteria and join the line of demonic men and women hellborn standing in attention, while simultaneously nervously sweating, "The antichrist his happening here?" thought the Doberman hellhound who then looked to the left at the sound of heavy footstep coming toward-.

?: "Holy-"

?: "Fuck" finished his friend sentence.

Standing before them with her ever glowing magma hair and body sparkling in a red translucent and captivating fiery light that would have made any mortal, demonic, or even angelic being stun by her immortal beauty, was Beelzebub, queen of the fly and eternal ruler of the gluttony rings.

?: "What the fuck is she doing here?!" fearfully whispered his companion while readjusting his posture.

?: "How the hell should I kno-!".

Beelzebub: "So!" started the demonic queen, her voice shutting up any kind of noise around, "Good evening everyone! Queen bees here!" happily announced the superior sin demon while buzzing around the line "I don't have a lot of time so I'll keep it simple, you must ask yourself why the great bitch queen motherfucking Bee is here, hmm? Simple, first I wanted to thank the person working in this fine charity company that I have personally created to help the survivor in the pride ring" she said now walking back and forth in front of the line, "Note aside, you'll get a raise Greg" she pointed to the director imp standing at the door way.

Greg: "Thank you your highness" bowed the imp, making the queen roll her eye, she really hated the bootlicker treatment sometime.

Beelzebub: "And second" sharply turning her gaze toward the group of hellborn tensing up at her growing-colored heat, some of them where even forced to cover their eyes due to intensities that it was growing up, "I know that two of you are illegally smuggling some of my goods to those greed prick gang" she darkly replied, hand clenched behind her back, "get out of here, and I will maybe spare you".

A long dreadful silence was the only answer that the arc demon got and it was angering her with each passing minute, "Shit, killing them all will have been a better opti-" cut in her thought by a loud sound of footstep and an husky hellhound walking forward with his head down to demark himself from the other, she does have to recognize that she would have found the guy pretty attractive if it wasn't for the fact that he was one the smuggler she was looking for.

Beelzebub: "Great, we have one" she cried in a mocking matter while levitating in front of him, "What's your name love?".

?: "Huuuh…Greg, your highness" responded Greg with a shaky tone.

Beelzebub: "Ha! Now that's a joke of the year, we have two Greg everyone" mocked the fly demon before taking a more serious attitude, "Say…Before I do anything to you and your friend aside" she pointed to his friend, "You really think I couldn't smell your fear dude? Come on, I'm Beelz motherfucking Bub, get out of here" she asked with a kind yet ordering tone that was taken seriously since the other hellhound obeyed, "Now that's better, kay' now, why the fuck do you sell my shit, aren't you paid enough?".

Looking at one another without founding a proper excuse to get them out of here, Greg was just about to open his mouth to respond, only to be suddenly grabbed by the neck and held in the air by the giant fly demon who's form and color have slightly changed into an even more intensified red and orange.

Beelzebub: "You know what, I don't care anymore, those goods weren't for you two in the end" with a small pressure and a light flicker of her wrist she-.

*CRACK*

Snapped the hellhound neck like a mere stick whom leaved the other staff gasp in horror, and his friend fall on his ass with a loud panicked scream.

Beelzebub: "When I created this caritative association, it was at first to show to the eyes of the public that can be a cool gal toward the pride and Lucifer people" she told to the dead body in her hand before tossing it aside and glare at the second soon dead man, "But now…now it is more of a personal reason" not even caring if the her other culprit was listening or not, she just used her forearm has blade to decapitate him and squish his head under her foot to send a clear message to the other trembling staff and director, "If I ever hear that one of you have done anything stupid like that again, I will personally come for you first Greg, do you understand" Her cool now replaced by an icy tone, a quick nod was the answer she wanted to see and received from the nervous man behind her, "Good…Now get back to work, people are waiting for this drop".

Flying toward the exit to let the staff go back to their task and take out the two body away. The fly demon with her mind a little bit more at peace now that one of her problems from her giant shit list have been taken care of it, leaved for her chagrin and discontent, enough peace for her to rethought about a certain hellhound lover that she hasn't been able to get him out of here. But how was she supposed to do it in time when thing were going too fast, even for her, infected spreading around the ring like a fire in a dry wooden forest, angel going down even deeper in hell with their newly reformed inquisitor group, and the loss of not just one but now two ring, granted she was actually glad that the greed ring with this asshole overweight clown felled, but netless to say it was still a big hit for everyone, even for her brother from another father Luci, who now was desperately trying everything he can to keep the infection at a stable state…if barely, "Fuck me, I need a drink" she thought before pushing the double exit door and fly toward the rainbow white and gold limousine waiting at the front gate.

?: "Everything went well your majesty?" asked the succubus trans butler slash driver holding the door for her employer.

Beelzebub: "Yes and no" nonchalantly replied Bel, "I need a new dress and a hot relaxing bath with a good bottle of Gin" shrinking to easily fit in the vehicle, she flinched in disgust at the blood dripping on her arm to stain the leather seat, "Call the house maid too".

?: "For the dress and the maid I can do that your majesty, has for your bath and brewage, I'm afraid that it must put to an halt for another hour" said the succubus butler hoping in the driver seat and handle an I-pad with numerous message on it, "A message from King Lucifer and lord Asmodeus".

Beelzebub: "Fuck" muttered the fox demon, "Fine…will go for a new dress first, try to find the nearest decent cloth shop" ordered the major demon who was wiping out the blood with a nearby towel, "And tell Ozzie that I'm taking care of this, he will understand".

?: "Understood your highness" complied the butler driving toward the parking lot exit to join the main and drive at the marked destination on his G.P.S without noticing the uncared look that her employer was giving at the now gloomy city that have become her ring, a ring where joy, music, and party have completely if not mostly disappeared in those dark time.

Beelzebub: "…What a sad day" indeed it was a sad day once again.

---

Back to the pride ring.

Sharpening her knife for at least the fifth time since they have arrived, Millie spited once again on the blade to sharpened for the sixth time just to make sure that it was properly prepared and in the same time not going crazy by how much she was bored and angered by the wait, "Thas' guys under there have one job, and it's ta send those crate thar', how fucking hard it can be?!" she really wished that she have brought one of those romance book that she has found the days earlier, granted it wasn't her cup of tea but at least it killed time more easier.

Max: "Everyone, I think I got something".

All getting up to stand beside the hellhound who passed the binocular to Moxxie and point what he saw from afar, which made the small imp hum in satisfaction before passing in return the object to his friend and former employer who followed the same action and looked toward the direction the born greed imp was looking at.

Blitz: "Get ready it's going to start" warned Blitz without taking his eyes off from the small distorted rift forming in the middle of an abandoned parc.

Gun draw, equipment and melee weapon at the ready and for one of them grenade held in hand, while slowly and quietly crouching toward another position with some better cover and high ground to meticulously prepare the next step that soon will lead for the assault and potentially the slaughter of other people.

Returning toward Octavia who was fiddling with a screwdriver and old a headphone to recuperate the cable, screw and other salvageable material to use for her radio set at 'home'. An electric sensation tingling at the back of her neck that announced a close magical use around, quickly made the owl to react to put the material with the tool she was holding in her bag before tossing the rest aside and use once again the spell that enhanced her eyes sight.

Octavia: "What the-" eyes squinted to follow the glistering trace of magic strangely moving afar from his original position, it instead fled toward a giant sky-scrapper barely held by a hundred roots of three and liana, "-Fuck".

Quickly putting her bag on her back and jump from the tower to momentarily fall in the air and grab a nearby branch that she just used to do a few acrobatic figures helping her to propel herself toward a leaning lamppost who allowed the Goetia to safely roll on the ground and sprint in the direction of the building, she didn't notice that a few blocks away a group composed of three imp and one hellhound were also going in the same way than her.

Max: "What the fuck happen?!" cried Max between breath, "Thought they were going to deliver it in this park!" jumping above a wrecked car, the young hellhound almost felled on the ground only to be rapidly caught by Moxxie who helped him to resume his run.

Moxxie: "It's not the time for question anymore!" he replied back, "Crumbs, my legs are killing me".

While the two weren't the most athletic one from the group, they at least still manage to keep up with Blitz and Millie who on their side were easily moving around to avoid any obstacle with a feat of pure muscular strength, on Millie part at least, or by some graceful gymnastic move that only a former circus like Blitz was capable of, "Fuck, I'm going to fucking die" wheezing and sweating like a pig in a sauna, the hellhound whom couldn't keep it anymore decided to take a break by slumbering on a nearby car with Moxxie behind, who was in the same condition than him but in a less critical and dramatic way.

Moxxie: "Ho for fuck's sake, come on Max, we don't have time for that!" attention grabbed, Max slowly raised his head to show an tired and blank expression which soon morphed into one of panic when he spotted a small glint.

*BANG*

Echoed the gunshot of a zipping bullet piercing the air and ground were the imp marksmen once stood.

Max: "Sniper!" shouted Max who manage to shove and drag a shocked Mox behind a fallen three.

Millie and Blitz who had gotten too far head from the other, immediately stopped in their track at the thundering echo that still resonated between the building.

Millie: "Wha'?! Wha' did yer said?!" shouted Millie from afar.

Max: "I said, SNIPE-!"

*BANG*

Cut off by another gunshot that made the country girl demon fall due to a hit in her left shoulder, Blitz instantly let his brain go into 'full survival mode' and runed toward his partner while at same time avoid a few bullets, to grab both of her leg and drag her behind a clod of earth thick and large enough to use for cover.

Millie: "HA! Sonnava bitch" painfully moaned the women desperately quenching the bleeding with her hand"I knew I should hav' brought some bandag'".

Moxxie: "Millie!".

Millie: "I'm okay honey!"

*BANG*

Jolting at another shot whom almost hit Moxxie head for Blitz taste, the former employer discretely peeped from above only to be instantly backed down when a bullet ricochet on his right horn.

Blitz: "Motherfucking cunt!" swear Blitz while massaging his damage horn.

Max: "His in the old cafe at the end of the street! Last smell his coming from the second floor!".

Giving a nod to the young boy, Blitz draws his Beretta pistol before giving a silent 'get ready' to Moxxie which in return gave a silent understanding while preparing his hunting rifle.

Blitz: "GO!" getting out from his hide out to give a few shots has a distraction, another shot coming from the third floor and forth window of the pointed building, forced Blitz to back down when the bullet slightly scratched his cheeks.

Moxxie: "Found you" muttered the white-haired imp with his rifle in hand. Time seemed to slow down when his breath was coming at an halt with the world around, nothing else seemed to matters when Moxxie was in his own little world were everything was just him, his rifle, and the cyclopes sinner who was shockingly watching from his scope the little imp slowly presses the trigger.

*BANG*

And smile in satisfaction at the perfect shot who pierced the center of the unique sinner eyes. Manually ejecting the case to catch it mid-air and stuff it in his pocket, he then ran toward his wife to crouch at her side and apply a bandage on the bleeding wound.

Moxxie: "Hold still honey" told Mox while gently applying some pressure on the wound, "Go, I'll bring Millie back to the office".

Millie: "Come on Mox, it's just ha flesh wou-HA!"

Blitz: "Yeah no, just go back home, me and the wimp will get the stuff" jabbed Blitz with a thumb pointed toward Max, who was still recovering from all the cardio and action earlier.

Moxxie: "Understood".

Watching the couple leave the other two take care of this task. Blitz just gave a judging look at the now nervous canine demon, who mentally asked himself if being shot may have been a better fate than being teamed with the burned imp.

Blitz: "What are you looking at, move your ball god dammit" he harshly ordered, finally making the boy move and run…in the wrong direction, "Fucking stupid kid" massaging his eyes before perking up at the sound of distant gunfire which seemed to come closer and closer from the building they were running toward, he then quickly catches up with the hellhound to correct where he was going.

From far off inside an ancient flower shop, Octavia who now was crawling behind the shelf with her knife in hand, just instantly got up on her feet to rush toward a half-naked incubus cover in tribal tattoo and grab him in a head lock from behind to cut out his throat to make sure that he couldn't give the alert. Gently putting him down while rapidly take any valuable on him before silently crouch toward the exit door and loose her pursuers, she could at last breath out in relief and refocus on her primordial objective who luckily was now standing a few blocks away from her, "I'm almost there, with luck I would be the first one" she wasn't the first one when she arrived a few hours later.

Octavia: "Me and my big mouth".

Guarded by numerous heavily armed and armored sinner mounted on horse or civilian vehicle that have been repurposed for a more combative use, she remarked that some of them were wearing some sort of camo red and black uniform that were particularly well know in the zone, "Great…the F.D.F" the one and only militaristic organization, or terrorist for the high class like the Goetia love to say, used to be an important N.G.O (non-governmental organization) faction created at first by the princess of hell, Charlotte Morningstar, which was composed by numerous hellborn and sinner with the objective to rescue, protect and help the few survivor rooming in the zone while also fight down the cordyceps and keep the infection at bay by halting it in certain area. The organization followed with his idea have soon been held in respect and approved by the sin and the numerous Goetia family for a momen, until it soon turned into a darker turn when King Lucifer accepted once again the new extermination force to come every five or six month this time to cleanse up the 'impure' like they call it and all the survivor being hellborn, sinner and high class, in the pride ring to be exterminate. Such news haven't been taken well by the numerous demon who joined the rank of the F.D.F, and the once loyal and committed caritative order whom pledge allegiance to the princess and his people, soon turned their back against the royal family and started to massacre all the richest family and supporter of the Hazbin hotel, their ancient headquarter, around and beyond the other ring, which lead to a year of internal conflict and a new tragic historical event (with the exception of the outbreak) named 'the slaughter of blue blood'. If she remembered correctly, this small yet violent and gruesome war at least lasted three or four years until the traitor force like they were named in the day, were forced to flee with they're tail between their leg when the king finally took the matter at hand and made…an entrance that almost eradicate half if not all the traitorous soldier in an hour. To this day, the F.D.F was now a name only used by the traitor who were reduced into a small group of militaries raider that were still continuing the fight against the noble but in a more stabby tactics rather than a full-on gun like in the old day, and since that she was a Goetia you could already imagine what would happen if they spotted her.

Keeping an eye at a safe distance before cursing over the view of a group of soldier raiding the building, Octavia once again analyzed the building and spotted on the side of it a half destroyed ladder leading at least to the fifth floor, the only problem was that a car with two bandits was parked just in front of it, "Fuck" she double cursed, usually she would have just leaved and abandoned the idea to get the loot, but not this time, she was too desperate and have already put too much effort just to get here, so curse this shitty day if she doesn't get at least one crate or two. Jumping from the roof to walk behind a hill of buried debris leading to a field of long grass that she used at her advantage to safely sneak toward a gutter transformed into a stream by the attrition of time and nature, the humanoid owl, who heard some approaching footstep, immediately let herself fall on her stomach in the murky water and silently crawl under some rotten plank used has a makeshift bridge were she closed her eyes to make sure that her bright pupil doesn't betray her position, and patiently wait for the group to pass. Just has she heard two of them walk their way without noticing her, something heavy suddenly felled in front of her while making a loud splash.

?: "Shit!" cursed a female voice above who jumped in the water to kneel and desperately search what she just dropped, "God dammit, where is it?!" she whispered angrily.

?: "The hell are doing in there?" asked another figure just above Octavia hide out.

?: "My flask slipped from my hand" complained the women tossing behind her back a handful of mud that unintentionally splashed the owl face.

?: "Welp, you better hurry 'cause the sergeant want everyone for a report in five" said the masculine voice without a care before leaving his companion at his demise.

Digging the mud or tossing away the few rocks, grass, and bricks angrily away, the women which after a few minutes was forced to abandon her research when the sound of a ruff voice called. Seeing the women toss a rock in rage not so far away from the hideout she was, Octavia could finally breath in relief and open her eyes to continue after making sure that the way was safe to move. Not forgetting what the soldier was basically searching for, which was a beautiful silver flask with numerous medieval tapestries sew on a dark brown leather pouch enveloping the now wet murky container, it was truly a beautiful object that now belonged to her, "And it's full too!" full of what? She would discover that later.

Out of the gutter after few more minute of crawling and zig zag in the long grass or behind the few available cover that managed to get her little bit closer from her goal, she was then forced to go behind a half-destroyed billboard when even more demon came to discuss with the group already standing there, "Crap! Crap! Crap! Are they serious?!" freaking luck, now she has to found a plan to get their attention elsewhere-.

*CRACK*

Eyes widen in surprise over the cracked branch under her shoes, she didn't really mean that when she wanted their attention elsewhere.

?: "Hey, did you heard that?"

?: "Yeah"

Jumping from the hood of the car with their weapon at the ready, two sinners, one a red crocodile and the other a skeleton with red eyes socket that were both equipped with bullet proof police vest, slowly approached with the support of the other soldier, the felled billboard where Octavia was hiding and hyperventilating with her revolver out for what could it be an inevitable fight coming at her, fuck this! She would rather fight than surrender to those blue blood murder, plus she was sure that they would kill her on the spot, knife held in her other hand with a magical orb gently forming into a bubble around the blade. Has she been just about to get out and attack the first men close enough, she was denied from the element of surprise when a sudden explosion of one of their armored cars grabbed the attention of the remaining survivor.

?: "Shit! Ambush!" screamed a hell cat before running toward the gunshot with some other men behind.

Octavia: "…Now that convenient…" Octavia commented while watching those who were standing beside the ladder run in the direction of the flame.

Taking the opportunity that no more enemies was at sight to run in a crouching position and climb up the stair to arrive before the first group can, she would have to give her thanks at the idiot for the distraction, if they survive long enough to have her to thanks them.

Hissing in sympathies for those poor bastards that just got themselves cut in half or entirely vaporize by another explosion aimed this time at a tank trunk containing some Mammon petrol that he could easily recognize due to the greenish color and the chemical smell flying into his nostril, "Feel like the circus again" Blitz thought before felling even more sympathetic for those who weren't killed by the explosion and were just slowly burn alive while the rest that manage to avoid this fate were just gun down by another group of gang charging toward them.

Max: "That's the V gang over there" said the hellhound pointing his baseball bat at the opposite group clad in some sort of fashion like apocalyptic bullet proof and vest marked by a giant red and pink V in the middle of their torso or back, "Seems that they pulled out the big gun…think they planned this attack".

No they didn't. Blitz have from time to time worked with the V for resource or favor, they weren't the kind to plan anything, and just always grabbed the big gun for every opportunity even when it wasn't necessary, he didn't like to work for them…hell, he didn't like to work for anybody that was the sole reason on why he created I.M.P in the first place, but like the proverb say, the end justifies the fact that you have to sell your ass to survive, or something like that, it was usually Mox job to pull some quote like that not him, "And look at that, the F.D.F" he sarcastically thought with a growl, he also did work with those fucker sometime, if he have to put them in his list of shittiest people that he would gladly put a bullet for free, the F.D.F would be at least a good top five. Always doing promise without paying most of the time or in the worst case try to kill the people they have associate or engaged for their dirty work in order to 'take out the evidence', and have an to just not pay. A group of F.D.F merchant once tried to take them out him and Vortex after having finished a job for them, let's just say that the crow and infected in the east side were well fed for at least a week.

Blitz: "Buckle up you little shit, were moving in there" said Blitz before jumping over the window to go in a full sprint toward the battlefield.

Max: "Wait-You serious?!" cried the canine demon in disbelief, "That's a freaking warzone over there! Were just- and he's already too far now…Grrr, anti fucking Christ!".

Jumping from the window of the house they were hiding and run after the crazy bald imp, he swore that if he survives that he would make sure to make the man suffer…when he finds the courage to do it. Running just behind the line of the F.D.F force defiantly holding their ground despite the overwhelming odds, the teenager humanoid dog almost got hit by a lost bullet which made him instinctively jumped on the ground to crawl behind the burned car were the imp was taking cover and finally take a break, "Fuck me" panting rapidly in panic, Max just barely have the time to turn his head that he already saw Blitz sprint once again toward the building entrance to shoot two soldier that were so focus over the fight that they didn't notice him. Closing his eyes to mentally prepare himself the teenager just gave a quick grunt before going back in zig zag with his head down to avoid the flying bullet and explosion happening around.

?: "Hey you-!"

Smashing the head of a sinner rabbit soldier and finish him off with second hit with his baseball bat in good measure, he then continued his way behind another car to finally join the imp, who now was tranquilly sitting on an old leather couch where he was surrounded with dead body's reduced in various state going to the simplest bullet wound to the gory way were they were either torn to shred or transformed into a literal puddle of blood and broken muscle, Satan the spectacle almost made him barf out his lunch.

Blitz: "You took your time" snarked the half-burned imp cleaning his gun over the sound of gunfight and scream pursuing outside.

Max: "Ho fuck you, I almost got my ass reduced into a…a…" a look was all it took for the young hellhound to shut up, "Never mind" he muttered in a whimper.

Feeling a tinge of fear at the demon getting off his seat with a loud tired growl while eyeing the place for any other possible way to join the roof and escape at the same time, Blitz who watched the set of stairs for a moment, decided to took out from his holster his iconic flintstone pistol in one hand and a kukri in the other.

Blitz: "You take the elevator, I'll take the stair" he ordered before leaving the kid in a jogging pace.

Max: "…Huh yeah…sure boss" he agreed, not like he have a choice, "Wait a minute, how am I going up if the elevator doesn't work?" he asked to himself while scratching his head.

He didn't wanted to bring Max, not only because he was an annoying idiot and a kid that barely got hair on his dick, but also because he was a oblivious fool that think himself to be a big match just because he knew how to make a few firework without blowing up half of the building from time to time…just like him, when he used to work in the circus of his family with his sister and best friend Fizz…Dammit, just thinking about the past made him thirsty for a drink right now, "It hurt…it hurt dad".

Blitz: "Shut up" whispered Blitz while running up the stair and shove with his shoulder a door leading to the fourth floor since the rest of the stair were rubble. Guessing what it used to be some working office for a car company, if the giant cartoonish car paint on the wall was a clue to take on, it obviously did took a rough time since he have seen better days due to the destruction around and the beautiful cherry three spreading his branch just above the upper floor too leave his cinder petal fall peacefully around and cover the rotting desk, computer and other furniture, he would have found the scene stunningly beautiful if it wasn't for the fact that six F.D.F soldier were looking at him with disbelief.

?: "…"

?: "…"

?: "…"

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?: "…"

?: "…"

Blitz: "…Huuuuuuh…Hey guys…".

Wearing his best (awful) smile to appease the awkward situation, his charismatic figure must haven't work pretty well since he was now completely surrounded by various caliber and melee weapon, "Meh, at least I tried" unpinning a smoke grenade that he discretely tossed at his feet, the imp patiently waited before dashing away at the detonation followed with the enormous cloud of smoke blurring the room they were in has a way to give the perfect escape.

?: "Crap! *cough* *cough* Found him!" ordered an armored camera head sinner.

Splitting into three group of two, a duo composed of a greed piranha demon and a chameleon, carefully walked around some old red office screen. Eying each corner meticulously without leaving each other sight for one moment, the chameleon sinner who swiftly look at a working pace just barely registered his friend being stabbed in the back before receiving a knife between his eyes and lifelessly fall like a sack of potatoes on the ground.

Focusing at the second group of soldiers being closely followed and reinforced by the third group. The two parties, which was composed by the camera head, a bulldog hellhound, an imp woman with short hair and a now dead dreadlock imp men with a throwing knife in his throat, the imp woman who saw the kill of his friend at first hand screamed in rage while blindly shooting in the direction were the knife was thrown. Jogging toward her comrade after having stopped to pull the trigger in order to kneel and check on his pulse, she could close her eyes sadly at the silent non-beating pulse.

?: "Man down!" she cried out before getting up with her teeth clench in fear and anger.

?: "We got another one there!" cried out another voice.

Following the emplacement of the last voice, the rest of them who saw that the smoke was partially going away, also saw the body of one of their own lying dead with a knife in the middle of his face.

?: "There!" pointed the hellhound at a shadowy figure in front of them.

All raising their weapon up to rain down a storm of leads that destroyed or reduced to shred everything in their way, they all stopped when the clicketing sound of empty mag resonated over the loud crashing sound of a cherry branch felled to created a shock wave powerful enough to push away the remaining smoke and clear out the area for the tree to watch for their horror that the figure standing in front of them was actually the body of one their companion hanged transformed into a meaty Swiss cheese mannequin. Quickly reloading their weapon at the obvious trap they fell in, the cameraman who's eyes exploded into a piñata of electronic part, blood and brain matter by a precise hit from the flintstone of Blitz hanging by his tail at one of the tree branch, the imp then released his tail grip to land feet first on the bulldog hellhound and snap his neck with his boots. Follow up with a direct shot in the face of the imp who to his surprise, manage to deflect his shot by using her gun has a makeshift club that knocked his pistol aside. Taking the stance of a boxer to dodge or block with forearm, much to his pain, the attack of the surprisingly strong and fast attacker, Blitz in his turn tried to give a few hit of his own consisting of multiple jab, direct, hook uppercut or even kick sometime, only to be once again take by the surprise when the female soldier perfectly dodged each one of his hit and suddenly backed away to throw her weapon at his face, forcing him to dodge left, and charge like a football player to lift him up and throw him off the floor to have the advantage to beat the shit out of him. Getting his ass severely whooped and not in the way he used to do when he was with Stolas, Blitz who finally got enough after another blow on his broken profusely bleeding nose, blocked a fist to then give a blow of his own directly aimed at the throat of the women who released her grip to gasp and desperately held her throat for air, that gave the perfect opportunity for Blitz to roll with her on the right and reverse the situation with the exception that unlike this woman he pulled out his third hidden knife to repeatedly stab her in stomach and thorax until her painful gurgling moan stopped.

Blitz: "*Pant*…*pant*…*pant*…PHEW, I'm too old for this" he tiredly says before getting up without trying to get his knife back due to the handle being completely cover in a thick layer of black blood, making it too much slippery, but he surely did take the occasion to quickly grab the weapon ammunition and thing that those dead fuckers have on them before moving back to his primordial goal, the roof.

Climbing up the tree trunk to jump from branch to branch in an impressive speed and set of agility that rapidly leaded him to the floor above, Blitz could at least thank his dad for forcing him to take all those acrobatic lesson for the circus, Satan would know how long he would have made it without his former experience in this new crazy world…except for the clown lesson. Balancing on another branch to propel himself at the balcony of the height floor, Blitz who closed his eyes to massage his burning hand and neck due to the cramping sensation he was feeling over his old sore muscle, got almost taken and pushed over the edge when an infected runner suddenly rushed out of nowhere, good thing that even after all those years he still have some good reflex since he manage to crouch at the right moment to avoid the fungus humanoid zombie jump at him and let him throw itself over the edge to humorously crash with a loud crunching sound of breaking bone at the base of the tree, "That was unexpected" not thinking too much about what just happen to make sure that he still maintained his focus on why he was basically here in the first place, there was still some moment when he got to made himself discreet since the upper floor where swarmed by those flesh eater mushroom varying to the runner, clacker, stalker to the threatening brute, big mutated hellhound that was capable to tore through concrete like it was paper, over the most dangerous and feared anomaly who was basically an infected goetia demon capable to cast spell or in the worst make everyone mad or crazy just by their mere presence, only a blessed bullet got the capacity to kill them, and since that he didn't got any blessed gun or ammunition, he will have to rely on the sneaky beaky technique that he like to call 'the little bitch version of a fight' consisting of carefully crouching around and cut out the throat of any person, infected, or small little animal like your neighbor dog only if it was necessary. Passing the numerous tainted office without having being detected once or even killed anything on the way, Blitz silently opened the door of the fire escape roof that suddenly fall off his hinge and flatly fall on the ground with a loud metallic rumble that echoed all around the building, "Shit" Sprinting head on at the first groaning and clacking sound coming after him, he barely got the time to punch the first imp runner coming at him before being forced to fled at the view of a corrupted peacock goetia throwing a blue magical corrosive flame while pursuing him in the same way. Running up the stair by three marches in a record time before shoving with his shoulder the exit door that he immediately closes and blocked with some nearby shelf full of old cardboard, Blitz with a loud wheeze, backed away in fear when a sudden hand bursting out of the door almost grabbed one of his horns. Knowing that the door wouldn't last long even with this made up barricade, the former circus imp didn't waste any more time and quickly jogged to the place where the crate of goods has been teleported, and Christ on a stick was he happy to see the thing standing in the middle of an old heliport.

Blitz: "Huh HA! Come to papa girl" stretching his hand before tearing up the bubble gum tarp with the Beelzebub insignia on it, Blitz couldn't restrain his smile at the view of green military crate pile up on one another with a different kind of drawing going through the food, ammunition, cloth and medicine paint on it, "Okay let's get to work".

Taking from his bag an harness that he equipped and used to clip two crates of food on his shoulder, two others around the leg, and one of ammunition on his belly, he then checked that everything was properly attached or didn't hinder too much of his movement, "Mammon tits, where the shit his that kid when you need hi-".

*Click*

Straightening his head in shock at the recognition of the metallic armed sound of a gun followed with the cold cylinder touch on his neck, the imp naturally putted his hand in surrender and slowly try to reach for his knife attached on his belly-.

?: "Don't even think about it" coldly replied a feminine voice, "Get up, and turn around…slowly".

Obeying without doing any sudden movement, Blitz who slowly turned around to face the one that was robing him, discretely detached the crate attached on his torso and in a blink of an eyes suddenly throw it at the women face which felled on her ass with a loud yelp, gave the perfect timing for the imp to pull out his pistol and-.

Blitz: "…Wait…Octavia?" eyes widen in surprise with his jaw hung in shock at the face of the, not so young teenager that he desperately tried to search for her paternal figure, slash lover that for his opinion would never admit it for personal reason. The felling however wasn't shared since the women goetia with a now broken beak who was already healing up, looked with the same stunned expression at him but not for the same reason.

Octavia: "YOU?!" expressed Octavia while pointing again her revolver, "You're the one who fucked my d-".

*BONK*

So much preoccupied by this unexpected encounter, the owl demon with the imp didn't notice Max climbing up the edge and tip toe his way toward Octavia to bonk her across the head and redeem her unconscious in an instant.

Max: "Are you okay?" asked the boy in worry while giving a kick to the demon on the ground, just to make sure that she was actually 'sleeping' for now.

Pushed aside by the imp who slided beside Octavia to make sure that the moron behind hasn't done too much damage on her, he left out a breath of relief escape his mouth over the non-lethal injury, with the exception of the small bump that was already healing himself at an rapid pace, was to be worried about.

*PPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH* *BBBBBOOOOOOMMMM*

Knock off their feet by a powerful explosion that made the entire building shake and in the same way lose a few pieces of concrete and metal here and there, Max whom quickly got up to watch over the edge what was happening down there, paled at the view of the V gang crook pointing their rocket launcher at the already destroyed foundation of the building in order to bury the remaining retrenched force making a hold in the building reception.

Max: "They are blowing up the pillar!" panickily cried the hellhound.

Shit, guess the situation have quickly escalated, and since that they were on a roof without any other exit than the one being slowly breached by a horde of angry mushroom, the odds were surely not in their favor.

Blitz: "Take what you can kid, we are getting out of here!"

Max: "What about her?" asked Max, referring to the unconscious noble demon on the ground.

There was a moment of silence in Blitz mind before finally taking a decision with a determined frown.

Blitz: "She's coming with us".

While the hellhound would have argued if this was a good idea to bring a noble with them, any word that was about to come out of his mouth was quickly died down by the stern look of the half scar demon and another explosion who made the building rumble even more. His own harness out of his bag to be attached with numerous crates of food and medicine, the hellhound boy watched the imp carry the goetia over his shoulder before giving a small affirmative nod to confirm that he was ready to whatever plan the guy have in mind. Taking from his own bag an oversized gun that made the boy question how in the seven ring he manages to stuff this inside, Blitz with effectiveness rapidly armed the weapon with an harpoon attached with a metallic rope on its end before aiming at a giant pine standing out from the small forest below.

Max: "You sure that your-" he didn't need to finish his sentence since his companion fired and impressively manage to hit his target and a unlucky bird passing by, "Never mind".

Both rapidly attaching the other end of the rope and use it has a provisional zip line to flee the collapsing building and the infected finally breaking the door to swarm the roof, Blitz who was looking at Octavia sleeping under his firmly held arm, could finally see a sparkle of hope over the fact that he has maybe found a clue on were Stolas could be found and…welp, he didn't know what he would do after he found him, but he was already working on it right now. Willingly letting themself fall in a pond deep enough for the three to safely plunge inside, Blitz immediately swims to the surface with his lover daughter to the shore while making sure that her head was out the water, last thing he wanted was to accidently drown his only clue. Waiting a few second for Max to join him, they both saw from the distant the building finally collapse to loudly grumble and fall over the screaming soldier silenced with the imposing falling rubble followed up with the thick cloud of dust overring the area that was soon swarmed by the nearby infected of area, who in a matter of minute started to attack the few unlucky soul that have manage to survive, "Poor bastard" thought Blitz with a hint of serious sarcasm before moving with his canine companion toward the way of their home with a newly found and probably kidnaped new comer with them.

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Boom a new chapter of the last of her, finally.

Sorry for the wait everyone but i will not be able to regulary post some new chapter for a moment, 'cause now i got a job (hoora), but i will try to keep up with the other story and also this one during my weekend.

What else, ha yes there is some upcoming project that i want to put in place like put some of my story on different kind of fanfic plateform (Archive of our own for example) and also work on some new other crossover concerning (has usual, i love this universe) the helluva and hazbin verse, her a few one.

-Ark survival ascended and the Hazbin hotel, with Vaggie has a main character.

-Subnautica and helluva boss with Moxxie (not sure about that one).

-Frostpunk with Emily from Hazbin hotel.

-Darkwood with Josh from helluva boss (If you are a fan of horror, go check out this indie game, it's woth it, and why did i choose Josh you may ask or not? Because why not, all side character deserve at least one fanfiction of them).

-Vintage story and the whole I.M.P crew (Not sure about that one too, so don't expect anything, i don't want to make a minecraft movie there).

-And finally Prey (from Bethesda) with Millie for main character.

Tell me what you guys think about it, anyway that all i have to say for today, i won't do some review this time i'm too tired for that, and i will just say that you all have a nice day/night, don't forget to leave a review and i'll see you all another time, see ya.