Hey everyone, sorry for the extended delay in updates. Been on a rollercoaster of emotions for a bit and had to process it for a while. Apologies if some of my issues might bleed into the content of this chapter, as it was a way for me to help sort through them.

Gamelover41592 - Good to be back

Fengir licon - Gracias

Travian ross - Stella's heart is in the right place but conveyed in a very complicated way. I actually had a lot of fun writing Linc and Via and even more in this one. Loona definitely needs more training too. I don't have a lot planned for the Sinner and succubus with Jill since that was mostly her start of her own story arc.

Guest99 - Got no plans to have RA in the story, as I've decided none of the girls from Lincoln's own show, at least the ones he is commonly shipped with, won't appear, if they do, it will not be as a love interest for him.

Tornado man - Later when I shift the story to the Hazbin at some point. Been also contemplating a spin-off with them and Lucy.

Skully13 - Yup, that's the plan for Jill and Blitzø. As for Vaggie I'm planning to have something with her and Angel Dust later.

Guest 1 - Later down the line.

Guest 2 - I will have the Loud siblings involved at some point, but I don't think any of them will go to Hell anytime soon.

GUEST 3 - None of the girls Lincoln is usually shipped with from either TLH or Casagrandes will appear as his romantic interests for this story.

Mr. Haziq - I agree. Also, thanks, I had a lot of fun with Lincavia.

Tombstone50 - I could probably use this as inspiration, thanks!

Guest 4 - The latter one. We'll get slightly more of B-G's backstory towards the end as well.

Guest 5 - As much as I'd like for them to be because I did like their designs, I'm afraid the final four has been decided and they won't be in it.

Battlefield Wrath

Ira, also known as the Ring of Wrath, was a predominantly hot landscape marked by an uncountable amount of volcanoes spewing molten lava and expelling ash all across the air. In places such as these, you would think of it as a true Hellscape where no one would think to willingly live here, but you would be surprised.

The abundance of ash reaches far and wide, and enriches the soil over a long period of time. This makes Wrath a good place to raise many crops in great amounts, as well as provide for livestock, making the Ring the proverbial breadbasket of The Bad Place.

The Imp citizens of Wrath in particular enjoy a prosperous existence providing their resources to each other and to every other Ring of Hell, with many farms run by generations of families that makes Imps, or any demon for that matter, from other Rings envious of their success.

Today I. M. P. and their patron Stolas have come to this place as the Owl Lemegeton was picked to serve as Master of Ceremonies for the Harvest Moon celebration going on there. As it happens, the town hosting this year's events was near Millie's family farm, so Stolas figured this would be a good time as any to drag his lover along for the ride, and he owed B-G a trip down here as there was someone here the Ring Demon was in dire need of meeting.

Blitzø and his crew plus Lincoln, Stolas, and Loona rode inside the van. Lincoln would have liked to have brought Molly along, but Blitzø was adamant that he wasn't bringing in anyone else who wasn't on his payroll or Loona, and besides that he was still pretty salty about Hellhare chivalrously dragging Molly along with them back to Hell, against his wishes, so Lincoln and Stolas made an arrangement for her to stay at his mansion, with Octavia.

Molly walked up to the great big door of the owl's residence and rang the doorbell, which opened to the sight of the little owlette, "Hi, I'm um… a friend of Hellhare?"

Via looked her up-and-down, wordlessly assessing her when Lincoln said he had another one of his gal pals stay at the mansion with her, "You're sleeping with him too?"

Molly waved her hands defensively when Octavia just blurted that, "n-no, I'm not. I'm just a bit… lost and he's been helping me." Despite having lived with him for a while, Molly hadn't found the nerve to go all in with him just yet, as much as she sees so much of Warren in him, she also knows that Lincoln was clearly his own person, and she was still quite old-fashioned, and not ready to go open her legs for every man she came across. That and Lincoln and Loona making noises every other night was, for her, more than a little distracting.

"I know what you are, Miss Molly," Lincoln told Octavia that Molly wasn't just "lost" in the sense of not knowing where she was, but lost in that she was a soul from Heaven who had been cast out, and while she didn't care about it all that well, she knew instances like this were a big deal and carries a fair bit of baggage, and if it was up to her, she'd probably wash her hands of her right then and there, but she made a promise to Lincoln, "You're welcome to stay with me, but I've got my eye on you, so don't get any ideas while you're here, all right?"

Sitting across from them in the cramped I. M. P. van was Sierra, whom Stolas brought along to serve as his bodyguard for the time he would be hosting the Harvest Moon Festival, to the Hellhare's surprise, "Feels a bit weird to see you again so soon."

"Likewise, dearie," she responded, chuckling to herself.

"You know, Sierra, besides that attack on Marchosias I never got to see what you were made of." Lincoln remarked, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"You wish you could have seen me in action?"

Lincoln shrugged, "A little bit more, yeah."

"Well let's see whether this trip to Wrath will offer any surprises that require me to add my..." she snapped her fingers as a spark burst in-between them, "special touch."

Loona whimpered when she made the small explosion, and Lincoln gently rubbed her back to calm her.

Blitzø looked back from the driver's seat, "Hey, keep it down in there, this is the only vehicle we got!"

(A/N: Going to change the layout of what we saw on the farm, for the purposes of my story)

The Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch was a heavily-fortified farming compound surrounded by a high wall of concrete and reinforced steel, punctuated by towers every couple of feet with black powder cannons on top of them and searchlights.

They passed under the entrance of the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch and parked in front of the cabin which was the central part of the farm. As they exited their vehicle and brought their luggage down, a pair of imps approached them.

"Mom, Dad!" Millie rushed up to greet her parents, eagerly wanting to catch up with her folks as much as they wanted to catch up with her.

Lin pulled her daughter into a hug, "Mildred!"

Joe ruffled Millie's hair, "There's our little hellraiser! Are you still with that pansy?"

Millie pouted as she pulled out of her mom's hug, "Pa, be nice, you don't want me getting ornery and taking it out on your ranch hands again."

Joe shrugged, "They know what they signed up fer."

"Plus, it isn't like we have our body counts on display for nothing." Lin pointed at a big signpost at the front of the ranch's main building that had the words "Confirmed Kills" on top.

Joe: 16

Lin: 19

Millie: 20

Sallie: 4

Millie was confounded by the count, "Everyone knows Sallie killed at least ten more than that!"

Millie's older sister Sallie passed by carrying a rather suspicious-looking sack, "Doesn't count if they can't find the bodies, or prove it was me!"

Sallie took notice of Hellhare as he and Loona were helping Moxxie unload the vehicle. Feeling cheeky, she sauntered up towards Hellhare with a sultry grin.

Sallie dumped her sack in front of Lincoln when he wasn't carrying anything, catching him off guard as she stepped up on the sack to reach his height, "Well, howdy there handsome. I like your musk of blood and sex."

Lincoln stepped back an inch, "Whoa, uh, thanks…" he took notice of her horns, "ma'am?"

"It's Miss Sallie Mae, darling." She winked at him, "You up fer a roll in the hay after dinner?"

Loona jumped to Lincoln's side and grasped his arm defensively, "Grr…"

Sallie wasn't fazed, "Ha! Only teasin'! Looks like your schedule is already filled up, sugar bunny." She got off her sack and picked it back up, she smiled at him as she walked away, "Besides, I'm seeing someone right now, and he'd try to gut ya'll if ya tasted any of this:" she slapped her ass teasingly.

"Goodness, that girl carries herself shamelessly." Sierra remarked.

Loona noticed Linc's bulge and gave him the stink eye.

Lincoln was nonplussed, "I don't always have control over my libido, Loony."

"When do you ever?" Loona grasped him a bit harder, "You know that was a guy, right?"

Sierra looked a bit surprised upon hearing that, blinking a few times, "Uh… she was?"

Lincoln jabbed the Hellhound with his elbow, "Don't be rude Loona."

Stolas bent down to meet Blitzø, "Well, Blitzy, I guess I'll have to depart from you 'til the Harvest Moon Festival rolls around."

"I guess so," Blitzø hefted a pair of suitcases as he headed inside, "Well, guess I'll see you in a few days."

The owl demon grabbed him by the rear of his collar and lifted him up so that they were face-to-face, "Now now, aren't you forgetting something?"

Blitzø groaned, "Do I have to?"

The owl was being cheeky, "You know the score."

As Lincoln watched them make their unnecessarily affectionate goodbyes, he couldn't help but feel like rolling his eyes, "You know, B-G," he thought, knowing the ring demon was listening, "whether it's my sister Lori and her husband Bobby, or these two, I don't think I'll ever not think these public displays of affection seem excessive."

"Agreed," B-G concurred.

Back at the Goetia mansion Molly was taken to the guest room where she would be staying, it was a luxurious room with all the amenities you might expect, with a comfy bed and a large television, a vanity for her to freshen up if she needed to, shelves of books for her to peruse, and all connected to a spacious wardrobe and a bathroom with separate shower stall and bathtub.

"Wow, this really is a nice place you have, Miss Octavia." Molly responded, as she proceeded unpacking her belongings.

"Don't get too accustomed to it, you're only here for a few days anyway," Octavia replied, leaning on the door frame, "I've told the help that you'll be here a while and to tend to your needs."

"Oh, thank you, so much, you know, I was worried for a while that me being here would be a bother."

Octavia exhaled, "Just try not to bother me while I'm busy with anything, all right?"

The owlette went to the kitchen to go and snack on something sweet to perk herself up. She made some of her favorite tea and warmed a tray of crumpets while she listened to one of her grumpy music, at least, according to what her dad called it. She tried not to think about the fact Molly was going to be staying here, not because she was a fallen angel, that was a problem all its own, but rather it was the fact she was essentially one of her rivals in love.

She still had hangups about the thought of her vying for Lincoln's affections with other girls, and as far as she was concerned she wasn't interested in hanging out with any of them. Now here she was with one of her opponents sheltering under the same roof as her for a time, and that was not on her docket of activities she was expecting to do for the next couple of days.

Her mobile phone lit up and she checked up on it, and saw that it was her mother sending her some text messages.

"Octavia, where are you right now?" she had asked.

"I'm at dad's place bunking with one of my rivals and rather playfully contemplating some way to get rid of her," is what she might have thought to say if she didn't feel so inhibited, but she had a promise to keep to Lincoln, and she wasn't interested in dragging her mother into drama regarding her interpersonal life, as while she would have preferred Molly to stay out of her way, she didn't want to subject her to whatever horrible fate her mother might have had in store for her if she found out.

So instead, she replied, "I'm at dad's mansion, having some tea and crumpets."

Stella typed back, "Your father's away at Wrath now, right?"

"Duh," Octavia began, "if you're just texting me for a courtesy call, I need to get back to my thing."

"Are you still working on your taxidermy projects?"

"It's something to do, plus Uncle Andre won't let me do it over at his place because he's offput by the smell."

"A fair point, then," there was a pause in her message, and Octavia took it to mean that she was done talking to her, she proceeded down to where she set up her little workshop, she was putting on her music and failed to notice the little notification that her mother just sent, telling her that she was coming over...

Stolas briefed Sierra on what was going to happen, and another vehicle appeared to pick the owl demon up. As soon as it left Sierra walked up towards Hellhare, "Looks like we'll be sticking together for a little while, rabbit boy."

Lincoln, just as he set foot on the porch of the main building, turned to see the fiery-headed Sinner approaching, not going along with her Goetia master, "You're not going with Mister Stolas?"

"No, Master Stolas decided he wanted me to stick around you lot and keep an eye on his impish boytoy."

"I have a name, bitch!" Blitzø shouted from inside.

Ignoring Blitzø's retort Lincoln asked her further, "Will Mister Stolas be okay without you?"

She waved a hand a bit dismissively, "Don't worry, dearie, he's got a safehouse nearby he'll be bunking over at."

"He has a safehouse?" Lincoln asked, a bit absent-mindedly.

"Of course he does," Sierra walked past him towards the farmhouse, "He's rich."

Lincoln and Loona stepped into a bedroom with one bed, a single desk with a table lamp, another, taller lamp next to the bed, and a medium television.

Millie peeked inside, "it ain't much but it's cozy."

"We'll make do, but thanks, Aunt Millie," he smiled as he responded, before setting down his things.

His Hellhound stood beside him as they finished putting their things down, "Well, get cozy girl, there's only one bed between us, I'm sure we can both fit in there." He playfully pinched Loona's hinders, drawing a high-pitched gasp from her.

"You jerk," Loona giggled, and then leaned into him, fiddling her paw on his fly.

"Hey, hey, hold on now," he grabbed her wrist.

"Come on," Loona whined, "we haven't done it since two nights ago."

"Loona, I get it, you have needs, but you do realize your Dad is here and me being with you is already something he barely tolerates."

She pouted, "Fuck him, if he has a problem with us fucking then I'll split him in half starting with his balls."

He grabbed her snout, "Language, girl!" He chastised, loosening but not letting go of her mouth, "look, it's not that I don't want to do it with you either." he started fiddling her hair between his fingers, "We just need to be a bit more discreet, at least for now."

Molly was flipping through the channels of the television in her room, but there wasn't much on, and their selection of programs that they could appropriate from Heaven on the cosmic airwaves were limited and none at all that was of interest to her specifically.

She decided to examine the books to see if maybe there was something she could read and pass the time with for now, finding a few copies of trashy novels and various dictionaries and what could only be assorted reference material.

After a few minutes of scanning, her eyes fell upon some reading material of a most licentious nature, being what appeared to be an informative picture book about all manner of sex positions as well as some helpful advice about how a female might be able to win the affections of a man and advice on how to form a strong bond with him in the process. Molly probably would have ignored it, but then she thought about the fact that she and Lincoln had never really made any moves on each other.

Molly grew up around the notion that it was the responsibility of the man to court the woman, but she never really thought about whether Lincoln was the kind of person who chose to do things that way. From what she's heard of life and times on Earth these days, the social dynamic between the two genders had become very complicated, but from what she could piece together most fellows were unwilling to go initiate the usual motions of courtship anymore, and it was chiefly because the fair sex had become uncharacteristically hostile towards men, and why so many ladies would choose to poison the well of romantic intimacy was beyond her.

Regardless, it was obvious to Molly that Lincoln was an unfortunate victim of present circumstance, and decided that if she wanted to have a relationship with him, especially if it meant rekindling the memory of old Warren that she knew was deep inside of him, she needed to adapt and take matters into her own hands.

Downstairs in some room, where the smell of chemicals and the musk of some animal who might have just been pulled out of storage from an icebox was apparent, Stolas' daughter was busying herself.

She was working on a Hell-mole that the hired gardeners had trapped and killed after a few days of it uprooting and making a mess of the plants. They were about to dispose of the creature until Octavia decided she wanted to use it as part of her taxidermy practice, and after her little distraction with Hellhare not too long ago, she could start with her project in earnest.

It was nice to have something to work her hands with, it kept her focused, and occasionally afforded her moments to think about events in her life she needed to concentrate on. She thought about the other girls she knew were with Lincoln right now, and how she'd likely interact with them.

First there was this relatively new recruit - Molly - so far she was not unpleasant, although given she was from Heaven, Octavia supposes that she would be predisposed to be polite and well-mannered, and she seemed respectful enough to not pry into her life too much without prompt. Perhaps if it weren't for the thought of sharing the same man between them, she could see herself being friendly with her.

Then there was Cherri Bomb, a Sinner from Pentagram City, apparently an associate of people in the Hazbin Hotel run by Princess Charlie and her lover, that fearsome Radio Demon, as he was known. She was thankful that Cherri helped Lincoln deal with that awful business regarding Marchosias, but based on what Lincoln told her and from some after-action reports she had asked from Saltstove and the other demons who participated in the attack, she was a hellion, with a streak of violence that made her unpredictable and, obviously, unapproachable. Octavia didn't really like people like that, even on her birthday parties she always liked being secluded on her own and reading a good book or maybe listen to her favorite song on her headphones, and rarely interacted with other people her age except if she knew them personally; this Cherri on the other hand was quite the party animal, as according to what Lincoln told her while he spent time with her, she liked going to places known for being crowded and rowdy, and get into a fight if one started, whether she was involved in it or not. Definitely someone to be careful around, the owlette thought.

Another one she thought about looking out for was another visitor from Pentagram, the little midget woman from the Hazbin, another one-eyed Sinner named Niffty. This one worked as a maid over there, and she was known to be very meticulous about her work ethic, with expertise in all the domestic activities - she could cook, clean, sew clothes and assorted linen sundries, administer first aid, and is good at recordkeeping if she was required to - a multi-tiered threat. She was also handy in a fight, as she could throw down with a whole group of thugs despite her puny frame and affable demeanor. Lincoln also admitted that he couldn't help but play dress-up doll with her, citing that he used to help his own little sister Lola come up with clothing that fit her for whenever she was doing one of her pageants or something, and Niffty was accomodating enough to scratch that peculiar itch of his; Octavia smirked at the thought, the notion was actually rather adorable if she was honest to herself, but still, Sinners like that ought to be kept under close observation, and she couldn't let her guard down around her.

Up next on her list was Loona, Lincoln's Hellhound pet. Octavia couldn't help but be biased against her, first of all because she was the (adopted) daughter of that imp doing damage to her family life, and second of all because of all the girls in Lincoln's circle of lovers, she spent the most time with him. That was obvious considering that she was, in fact, legally his pet, and except when she had to go back to her "father" to keep him contented with the situation that she and Lincoln had arranged, she never leaves his side, and she was utterly devoted to him, why she'd probably rush through a blaze of fire and a flood of water if Lincoln so much as asked her to, not that he would, he is a good master to her and wouldn't dream of putting her in harm's way. Despite her external persona of an ice-cold mean girl, though, Loona was truly Lincoln's "pet" after all was said and done, the façade dispersed whenever she was with him, and she was like proverbial putty in his hands, and he adored her for who she really was, with the benefit of also being a willing hole to let his log inside with. Soon Octavia's mind brought her to the knowledge of the fact that Loona was but a Helhound, and she was a Goetia, and for once in her life Octavia actually cared about that piece of knowledge and a devious smile found its way on the owlette's face when she thought about it, contemplating how it would be so easy to pull rank on the Hellhound in such a manner, an uncharacteristic glimmer of cruelty crossing her mind as she imagined one possible scenario of her and Lincoln having lunch at some posh café while, crawling under the table between them was a naked Loona, forced to publicly shame herself by sucking his dick while Octavia fingered her in the feminine zone.

Octavia shook her head, she was getting ahead of herself, and she didn't really want to dwell on someone who she saw as small potatoes, especially compared to the last one on the list, Verosika Mayday.

Verosika was many things: a succubus, a popstar, one of Hell's favorite demons, Octavia even has some of her songs on her phone. There was no beating her, even her weaknesses were just another strength for her. She also has something Via could never have, history with Lincoln - good history. He never told her all that much about their time together, probably because it would be a bit tactless to talk about it with her, but Octavia could get the feeling that Verosika meant a lot to him, and judging by how fondly he expressed it, Verosika meant to Lincoln in the same way Lincoln meant to her. Octavia only ever knew Verosika from afar, as she was a celebrity who never had the time to personally meet every single admirer who expressed their admiration and adoration of her, but Lincoln knew Verosika in a way few others did, and from the sound of it, not to mention all of the popstar's posts showing off her relationship with the Hellhare, the white-haired young man loved her dearly, and Verosika reciprocated the feeling with a similar degree.

The frustration from thinking all of this had distracted her as she was busy stitching, and she pricked her finger with the needle; she yelped in pain as she brought the finger she had harmed in her mouth to try and stem the trickle of blood. She opened one of the cabinets and pulled out her emergency kit, dressing and bandaging her little injury, and she looked back at her work table, she made good progress on her little project, but after this little incident, she was put off the mood to keep going.

"Excuse me, Miss Octavia?" The owlette turned to the door to the room, hearing the voice of Molly coming from there.

Octavia sighed as she made her way to the door, "Now what does she want?"

She opened it to see the Spider-like Angel standing a few feet away from the doorframe, "I hope I wasn't interrupting you or anything."

Octavia shook her head, "I was just taking a break from what I was doing anyway, how'd you know where I was?"

"Oh, I just asked the staff," Molly answered, "but anyway, I was hoping you and I could, uh, have a chat for a few minutes?"

"Okay? What about?"

"It's um..." Molly seemed just a little flustered thinking about what she was about to ask, "About Lincoln, I know you've uh... done the deed with him?"

An interesting question, Octavia thought, perhaps she'd try to find out where she was going with this, "Yeah, at least a handful of times now, you jealous?"

Molly waved her arms defensively, "N-No, not at all, but, um... well, you uh, wouldn't happen to have any advice on how to initiate intimacy with him, would you?"

"Intimacy?" Octavia raised a brow, "Haven't you done it with him by now?"

"No," well, maybe with Warren, "well, yes," but then she wasn't sure if Lincoln counts since he couldn't remember, "maybe? But that's besides the point, we haven't actually done anything since I got here."

"Wow, you know, considering you come from Paradise itself, I was sure you lot would have all kinds of crazy, outlandish fun up there."

"Oh absolutely," Molly said in reply, "I knew a guy who re-married after his first wife died in childbirth, then when he and his new wife reunited with her, they lived together and get into all sorts of dirty deeds."

"What a lucky man," Octavia commented.

"Speaking of lucky men, I'm happy to know that Lincoln has had so much affection showered on him, thanks to you and the others," Molly rubbed her arm sheepishly, "I wish I could offer myself to him, but I've never gotten the nerve, mostly because he hasn't reached out to me to start a relationship, it's not so bad but I thought it'd be nice for him to reach out to me."

"He has told me that you were from an older time than him," Octavia leaned her head on her hand, her expression analytical, "but Lincoln's from a different time and guys like him just have a habit of being far more cautious."

"So I've heard..." Molly cleared her throat, "which is why I wanted to ask you about him, what's he like, and I don't just mean when you and the others have fun, I mean, what does he love to do and what does he want out of a woman?"

Before she could think to answer, an imp butler walked up to them, and Octavia in particular to ask her something, "Madam, how should I prepare your mother's quarters?"

The owlette turned to him, "Huh, what are you going on about?"

"I thought you knew that your mother is coming over, she sent you a message."

Octavia felt a chill down her spine and froze momentarily, then she grappled her phone as fast as she could, "Fuck..." she hoped this was a gag, but no, there it was, her mother telling her she'd be staying over for the night, "Fuck!"

Molly looked a little worried for her, "Uh, Miss Octavia? Are you okay?"

Elsewhere in the farmhouse, Millie had left Moxxie to set up their things in the room where they would be staying, heading into the kitchen to get a glass of apple juice. Joe and Lin stepped inside and stood behind their daughter as she finished her glass.

"Hit the spot, honey?" Her father asked.

Millie turned around when she noticed her folks were in the kitchen with her, "Oh, Mom, Dad! Sorry, I just missed chugging down this stuff, it really takes me back."

"Fresh outta the family orchards," Lin declared proudly, "Always keep at least one bottle around in case you come home."

"And speaking of coming home," Joe started, not breaking his fatherly smile, "you ever think about coming back home, Mills?"

"Dad, we've been through this," Millie put the apple juice back into the fridge, "I'm fine where I'm at, and me and Moxxie are happy together."

"Are you now?" Lin folded her arms, her face a bit of an arrogant smirk.

Millie could get the feeling where this conversation was going, and she wasn't liking it, "Yes, I am, and he's everything I could want and more."

"Millie, we're just worried about you," Lin explained, "and especially you cavorting with that sissy."

That seemed to push a button something fierce in Millie, "Mama, I love you, but it takes a lot of balls to insult my man to my face!"

Joe folded his arms, "The guy is a wuss, Millie, he's girlier than Sallie Mae!"

Millie had enough, "Shut the FUCK up!" She bellowed, before taking a deep breath to calm herself, "Do you really need to bully my husband every time ya see him? I love him the way he is, do ya have a problem with that?"

"Only 'cause he's a Prider from the Big City," Lin answered, "and y'all know they're no good."

"None of y'all have ever met one!" Millie snapped back, "He's the only one ya talk to and y'all are always too damn abrasive to him that he tries so hard to impress ya!"

Joe thought a bit about his next choice of words, "Well what makes you think he's any better than those city-slickin' idiots blocking trucks along the highways?"

Millie's heard of them, some City Imps from Pride deciding they knew better than the ones living in Wrath, driving down and blocking roads and causing all kinds of havoc, and generally being a nuisance wherever they went, and it was only after Satan, Prince of Wrath, decided to bring the matter up to Lucifer, causing a fair bit of a stir that could have engulfed both of their Rings, that the Prince of Darkness was forced to acquiesce, though a fair bit of bad blood still existed among Imps in Pride and Wrath, particularly between the youth of the former and the seniors of the latter.

Moxxie suddenly showed up at the doorway, wiping some sweat from his brow when he dropped in, "Oh, um, did I come in at a bad time?"

Millie, completely calm and with all the restraint she could muster, turned to him with a smile, "Sweetie, why don't ya make yourself at home? Just find a comfy spot and I'll come find ya later." As Moxxie left, Millie turned to her parents with a sharp look, "we'll not have this conversation again, I assume?"

They said nothing, Joe folded his arms and grunted in annoyance, Lin just sighed in defeat.

Millie walked away and found Moxxie having stepped outside to catch some fresh air, "Hey Mox, you uh, you okay?"

"I'm fine Mills, just taking in the air, I have to admit I like how warm and pleasant it is," He took in a deep breath, turning towards her with a cheeky look about him, "You know, even I hate being in the big city, it's too claustrophobic, expensive as fuck, and just walking down the street greets you with the worst smell imaginable."

"Oh, you heard that?" Millie laughed nervously, "I'm sorry you had to hear that, babe."

"Don't worry about it, Mills, your parents just care about you too much," he responded, "I kind of get where they are coming from, but I wish they'd open up to me more."

"Me too, they just don't see what I see in you, babe. I know they'll turn around some day, they got to." She grasped his hand gently, letting him know she's there for him.

Octavia was running through the corridors of the mansion while pulling Molly behind her by the wrist, there was a palpable fear evident on her face and in her actions as the confused Atoner dragged with her asked what was going on.

"It's my mom!" She tried to reply, "I absolutely cannot have her find out about you, we could both get into a lot of trouble, so I need to find a place you can hide until she leaves!"

The first place Octavia tries is the wardrobe of her father's room, she pulls it open and, besides his array of clothes for every function expected of the Lemegeton, she also saw a few things of his she probably didn't want to know about - his sex toys, cosplay outfits and various paraphernalia, including a gimp suit.

Molly peeked inside and saw one of said cosplay outfits, "Is that... a maid costume?"

"Ah, no! That's my Dad's gross kinky shit!" Octavia exclaimed.

Octavia closed it and proceeded to find other possible hiding spots. Next they came upon the mansion's large indoor bathhouse, and the room's most prominent feature was a large fountain in the center, a circular pool of water with a spout gushing in the middle.

"You could just hide in the bath." Via explained.

Molly looked around, "Uh, you mean in the bathtub? Where is it?"

Via gestured with both of her hands towards the fountain, "In front of us!"

Molly took a moment to understand she was talking about the thing in the middle of the room, "You mean... this massive fountain?"

"It's a bath." Via reiterated.

Molly seemed visibly intimidated, "It's... it's so big though! I dunno if I could..."

"Ugh, fine, come on!" And with that, Octavia continued the search.

They came now to the front of Octavia's room, where Via decided to slow down a moment and catch her breath. Molly looked around and asked what was behind the door, and Via said it was her room.

"Well, how about in there, then?" Molly suggested.

The owlette turned to her arachnid acquaintance, "Huh?"

"Your room," Molly explained, "I'm sure that your mother wouldn't really think to look in there, even she must know that girls of your age need some space to themselves."

That wasn't a terrible idea, in fact, it was perfect but she didn't want Molly in there, "Uh... it's no good."

"Is it messy?" Molly asked.

Via's mind went to her wardrobe and the secret section where she had assembled a shrine made to Lincoln out of leftover taxidermy material she couldn't immediately use, and she absolutely did not want anyone to see her monument to the man she loved and the mockery she would likely receive from anyone who found out and call it a gesture of desperation, which it kind of was, but even she didn't need other people telling her that, "I just really don't want anyone in there."

Molly looked sympathetic, and decided not to press her on the matter, "I understand."

They continued the search, but everywhere left was occupied by the hired help who couldn't stop talking about gossip.

In the kitchen they saw a pair of imps having a break, "You okay, Dennis?"

The one looking more tired nodded, "yeah, just had to deal with my little brother's nonsense again, getting tired of him complaining about Montendo raising the price of the Handle 2, he keeps blaming that shit on Lucifer's tariffs."

The other imp laughed, "Dude, Mammon's a fucking greedy bastard, he decided on that price before Lucifer decided to tariff his ass."

They tried the big garage where some imps were busy maintaining the automobiles and making sure they were all accounted for.

"How's the wife, sir?" The imp assistant to the mechanic under one of the cars asked.

"Gettin' too annoying, if you ask me," the mechanic responded gruffly, "she complained about the price of imports from the other Rings making the goods she likes to buy too expensive."

"Has she ever, you know... maybe considered limiting her expenses and cut it out with her purchase of exotic goods?"

The mechanic grumbled, "you think I haven't told that bitter old nitwit that?"

Then the two ladies went into the laundry room where they saw two imp maids chatting while loading up the washer, "Your sister do anything fun lately?"

The other one rolled her eyes, "She and her beta male boytoy watched that musical movie with the witches."

"Ah, that one," you, dear reader, surely know which one this is, "What'd she think?"

"She said it was 'the bestest film of the year' and streams it at home every other day."

The first imp maid sighed, "Some people just have no taste, you know?"

Octavia was getting a headache as they rounded a corner and still could not find a place to hide. The two of them sat on a bench and took stock of their bearings, but Octavia was losing hope she could tuck Molly away in time; speaking of, what time was it, and where were they, anyway?

Octavia looked around and saw that they were in the main hall of the mansion, within sight of the big entry door, "Oh shit." The door slowly opened, "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Octavia?" Stella called as she stepped inside, "Octavia, my dear, where are you?" she could see what looked like Octavia's figure ducking into a far-off passage, and she followed after her.

"What do we do now, Miss Octavia?" Molly asked.

"I dunno, I..." They had arrived back at the door to Octavia's room, "Hold on, I have an idea, quick, into my room!"

"But I thought you said I shouldn't be in there?"

"Well no, but I got an idea, just stand still!" Octavia rushed into her wardrobe and pulled out a bundle of random clothing and started dressing her up.

Stella arrived in front of her daughter's room, knocking gently on it, "Octavia, what is the matter with you?"

"Just hold on, mom!" Octavia responded.

Stella wasn't very patient but she gave her daughter a single minute to do whatever she needed to do, but no more than that, "I am coming in, Via, ready or not!" Stella opened the door to find her daughter standing rather rigidly in the center of her room, "Octavia..." then she noticed the presence of another individual inside her room, a haphazardly-dressed person who looked rather perplexed with her current state as Stella probably was, "and, who is this?"

"Oh uh, she's..." Octavia hesitated for like a second or two before she quickly thought of an excuse, "she's a friend of mine! She was coming over to take some of my old clothes away."

Stella didn't look convinced for a minute, "A friend, huh?" Stella looked Molly over, "I don't think I've ever seen you around before, tell me, where did you meet my daughter at?"

"Oh, uh..." Molly needed to think carefully, but she didn't exactly have a lot of information to go off on, "Um, I'm her roommate, from the... university?"

Stella looked at her daughter with a critical eye, "Octavia, I thought you dropped out of college?"

"Uh, I did," Via explained, but she thought of a way to cover for Molly, "But we hit it off so well that I decided to give her my number and stay in touch with her."

Stella turned to Molly for a minute, then back to Octavia, "This is the first I've heard of this, Via. Why haven't you told me about this?"

"H-hey, I don't need to tell you everything going on in my life, besides it's not really anything so big that I should drag you or dad into it."

"Uh-huh," Stella wasn't buying any of this, and she'd given Octavia enough leeway to explain herself, and it was time to cut the natter, "Ahem, Octavia dear, you were never very good at lying. It could be a very useful tool."

Octavia could feel her spine go stiff and her voice cracked into a stutter, "I... I'm not..."

Stella turned to who she thought was a Sinner, "Look you, I don't know who you are or where you came from, and honestly, I couldn't care less," she stuck her pointer out just an inch or two from Molly's face, "but if you're here to do anything that could harm my daughter-"

"Mom!" Octavia exclaimed, surprising the both of them, "Look, she doesn't even know how to use a Hellphone properly, so just ease up on her, okay?"

That seemed to calm Stella down and soften her mood about Molly, "Hmm, an old-fashioned type, are you? I suppose that is acceptable."

"I was..." Octavia sighed, the sight of her mother calming had eased her somewhat, which made it a bit easier to be less-than-truthful to her, "She... Molly, was some Sinner I met along the way from a shop I buy my supplies from, she seemed friendly so I invited her in, maybe have a drink or two and watch some corny movies."

"So..." her mother started, "you invited a stranger into our house just to have a girls' night?"

Octavia rubbed one of her arms, "Yes."

Stella paused for a moment, looking at both her daughter and at Molly, then she proceeded to exit the room, looking back towards them, "...you want some expensive wine?"

Octavia raised a brow, "Am I allowed to?"

Stella shrugged, "As long as you don't post anything on the Undernet, go nuts."

Back at the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch, a klaxon alarm suddenly blared, and everyone in I. M. P. was confused and scrambling.

"What in blazes is that?" Moxxie asked.

"Oh fiddlesticks, it's the Raiders!" Millie exclaimed, as she turned to the door and saw her mom and dad hauling some weapons.

"Man the walls, Mills!" Joe shouted.

Millie turned to her husband, "Grab your gun, hon, we're gonna need all the manpower we can get."

Upstairs, Loona instinctively hugged and held onto Lincoln. The Hellhare turned towards the window to see several farmhands running about, grabbing firearms and some other weapons.

Millie suddenly appeared by the door, "Bad news Linky! We're being attacked!"

"What, why? By who?"

"Raiders!" Millie yelled out, "and all you need to know is they don't like imps like us, look I'll explain later but for right now we need all hands on deck!"

Loona turned to Lincoln, "Just say the word, Linky!"

Lincoln held onto her, and decided what he needed from her, "Loona, stay here and keep your head down."

"But…" she was about to protest before Lincoln gently held her snout to silence her.

"Loona, I don't know what's going on, but until I get a bead on things, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?"

"Okay," she hugged him tight for a good minute, "Don't get your dick shot off, now."

"Don't worry, girl, I'll keep my jewels safe."

Loona hunkered in the room while Lincoln ran outside, Sierra running alongside him, looking rather eager for the upcoming carnage, "Looks like we're getting some action, aren't we, Rabbit?"

Lincoln manifested his mace-staff and boltgun, "I'd have liked to have stretched my limbs a bit before we had to kill anyone, myself."

Outside they spotted Millie and Moxxie at the top of the wall on the far side of the fields, and ran up next to them, where they were looking out to see several ramshackle vehicles covered in spikes and scraps, driven by humanoid beings with skin that ranged a plethora of metallic hues, predominantly gray but also some blue and copper-brown.

"What are they, B-G?"

"They are Makhai, Hellhare," B-G explained, "They are the native demons of the Wrath Ring. Their flesh is made of metal, and their blood is liquid sulphur. True to their homeland's name, they are ill-tempered and brash, and have a terrible tendency towards violence."

"Will they be trouble for me?" Lincoln asked.

"I don't think so," B-G explained, "your armor-piercing boltgun should deal with them well enough, I'd be more worried about the imps."

"Good morning, kulak scum!" Their leader bellowed, a muscular, androgynous-looking Makhê with large, curved horns, speaking through a megaphone while standing from the back of a pickup truck.

"Is that the one leading them, ma?" Millie asked.

"Yup," Lin responded, "some weirdo named Trash, thinks she's non-binary or something."

"She's just the worst," Sallie Mae interjected, coming up next to her sister with a double-barrel, "stupid bitch doesn't know what she is."

"Wouldn't she be called a They/Them?" Millie asked.

"Millie, dear," Joe started, "don't play the games of nutjobs like that."

"Surrender yourselves to us, we have the upper hand!" Trash exclaimed, "our numbers are without end!"

Lincoln scanned the assembled lot and could only guess they numbered approximately about a hundred, with who knows how many of these demons were in there driving them and ready to throw hands.

"You cannot hope to prevail, for I am the mighty Trash! You selfish kulak scum have been hoarding your precious foodstuffs, well we're not taking this anymore!" She started rambling, "We are bigger than you, stronger than you, and we are more inclusive too! What gang in the whole of Wrath Ring boasts the only non-binary member in it? We are the rising stars in Wrath, you bastards owe it to-"

An enormous fireball materialized around Trash's vehicle and engulfed her and her goons. It dispersed and all that remained was a charred car wreck and their metallic bodies melted into nothing.

"I have no idea what in Satan's arsehole she's talkin' about," Sierra lowered her staff, having evidently conjured the spell that obliterated the lunatic windbag, "But I felt like I was getting dumber just hearing her speak."

(A/N: Really sorry you had to go through that, I just started writing down a gobbledygook of nonsense and almost got carried away)

"Attack!" One of the Makhai yelled on his motorcycle, spinning a chain above him as the column of invaders moved in.

Joe took aim, "You know the drill, get 'em in the eye or in their mouths!"

"Batteries, open fire!" Lin gave the signal and the black powder cannons on top of the towers fired into the onrushing vehicles while the farmhands, Millie's family and I. M. P. laid down gunfire on them.

"Let's see how their clunky wagons and iron skin handle my flame!" Sierra made some flourishes with her hands and whirlwinds of burning air manifested and engulfed some of the motor vehicles.

"Boom boom!" one of the Makhai shouted as he and a squadron of vehicles rolled beside the wall and chucked what looked like stielhandgranates on the ramparts.

"Look out!" Lincoln, along with several of the defenders got off the wall as the grenades exploded, taking out several of the farmhands and seriously injuring Joe.

"Ram 'em!" One of the Makhai signalled to another vehicle, resembling a large armored tractor with what looked like a jet engine attached on its back. The engine roared with a loud peal as it propelled the heavy vehicle forward, smashing through the concrete wall and getting wrecked in the process, but it allowed the rest to sweep inside.

"Dad!" Millie went to her father, tossing one of her knives into the eye of one of the Makhai riding in on a motorcycle, causing him to fall over.

"Get out of here, Mills!" he shouted, "you're going to get yourself killed!"

Millie slung his arm over her shoulder, "Shut up, pa, I ain't leaving you behind!"

One Makhê ran up behind them, brandishing a machete, he was about to chop up Joe and Millie good when a bullet shot through his eye and he fell back dead.

Father and daughter looked up to see Moxxie pulling the bolt of his rifle back and chambering a new round, "I got your back, Millie, go!"

Millie nodded and retreated with her father. Moxxie stayed and accurately shot every incoming Makhê coming his way. But he was about to run out of ammunition, and he needed to get into cover before he could safely reload. One of the Makhai was about to come close and clock him with a crowbar, but another imp suddenly jumped him and shot two revolver pistols down his throat.

"Need a hand?" he asked as Moxxie reloaded his weapon, standing with their backs to each other.

Moxxie was thankful for the intervention, "Thanks for the assist, uh…"

"Striker, and you can thank me later, we've got company." A mob of Makhai were about to surround them when a pillar of swirling flame melted them down.

"Melt, you sods, melt!" Sierra exclaimed excitedly from watching the ranks of demons become slag from her flames. She was pulling the most weight in the battle, and the farmhands were thankful that a Sinner with a skillset that could casually obliterate the tough-as-nails Makhai with conflagrations that melted down scores of them at a time was on their side.

Sallie hopped in between the rushing vehicles and shot at the attacking Makhai with her gun, looking aside to note that Lincoln was holding his own rather well, smashing one of the Makhai aside and crumpling his head with a powerful overhead swing once he was down, aiming at another that was about to strike him with a length of chain, popping his chest open with a bolt or two in the torso.

"Cut him down!" Lincoln turned to see an unusual sight, two Makhai that were conjoined at the hip, one torso facing back and another facing forward, with four legs between them. The Makhai on the back excitedly clapped his swords, "Chop chop!"

They rushed for Lincoln, moving in a circular pattern and cutting down farmhands that were in their way, alongside their own allies as their whirlwind of slashing blades moved towards the Hellhare. Lincoln parried one of the blades with his staff, and the next coming from the other torso. He couldn't get much of a chance to breathe when the previous torso returned and swung both of his swords which Lincoln had to riposte one after the other, and his opponent flipped over, the other half going for an overhead slash with each of his blades, this the Hellhare also had to deflect. The other torso doubled back and crossed his blades making to thrust forward towards him.

"You two are really annoying!" Lincoln shouted as he feigned to the side and dodged the incoming thrust, then he raised his foot and put it on the attackers' arms, stomping it down and unbalancing him and his conjoined half, causing them to tumble into the ground. Lincoln then somersaulted over the two, aiming his boltgun in between where they were fused together, firing a couple of rounds and exploding, splitting the two apart as they exploded into shrapnel and gore.

"Damn, you're good at this, Big Bunny!" Sallie Mae wolf-whistled towards Lincoln, impressed by his combat prowess.

"I try my best!" Lincoln was holding well on his own, but even he was starting to feel the pressure as he fired the armor-piercing rounds of his boltgun and scored against two of the invaders, "There's so many of these bastards!"

B-G could feel a powerful sensation coming towards them, "Heads up, Lincoln, I'm sensing another presence on the approach, it's coming in fast."

From nowhere in particular, everyone could hear a sharp piercing noise whistle through the air, and everyone stopped momentarily to figure out where it was coming from. Soon this was followed by a low droning noise, which unmistakably sounded like a motorcycle running across the ground.

From another direction and rolling down from a faraway hill, a vehicle was driving down the dirt, as it slowly came into view, everyone could see that it was a motorized unicycle - a huge monster-truck wheel under a motorcycle chassis - and its driver; he wore an exceptionally long and flowing red scarf, trailing a length of about four and a half feet behind him, and he resembled a humanoid insect, his skin being layers of chitin, his head a big bulbous shape with large, compound bug-eyes with antennae above them.

The mufflers of his vehicle spouted fire and boosted him over the section of wall keeping him out. He jumped off his vehicle and leapt into the air, spinning to his side before performing a diving kick and struck one of the attacking Makhai, driving him into the ground and cratering it with the force of the impact, shattering the iron demon's body.

"Whoa! He hits hard!" Lincoln exclaimed as he repelled an incoming Makhê who rode beside him, having been distracted by the newcomer's arrival.

"Circle him!" The remaining Makhai started rapidly moving around him, closing the distance as two of them disengaged and moved in closer.

The mysterious rider jabbed forward, fingers extended and piercing into the iron demon's skin, striking into what was probably an artery as the wound burst into a geyser of demon blood. The other one was about to strike him, but the Rider pirouetted around and did a sweeping kick with such force that he split him in half.

Everything that happened after was a blur of him chopping, jabbing, kicking, grappling and bludgeoning the Makhai until only one of them was left. The last Makhê was standing his ground momentarily as he and the Rider stared down one another; it was the Makhê who lost his nerve first and ran off.

"You're not going to get away that easily!" the Rider shouted, and he leapt into the air, covering a significant distance as a sharp piercing sound sang through the air. Another sound rang and he double-jumped and front-flipped another couple of yards and closed the distance even further; the Rider then triple-jumped a back-flip as he was now upon the fleeing demon.

"Rider… Kick!" He struck him with a kick and the Makhê was thrown several feet away and rolled uncontrollably down into a ditch, where upon coming to a stop, he spontaneously exploded.

The Rider landed on the ground, where his vehicle rolled up beside him, having apparently been waiting out-of-sight for the fight to be over and to pick him up. The Rider wasted no time mounting his motor-unicycle and quickly rode away.

"Doesn't seem like the type to stick around, huh?" Lincoln remarked, wiping sweat from his brow as the battle finally came to an end.

"Apparently not," was all B-G could say, though he was in deep thought, and couldn't respond much anyway. That demon on the motor-unicycle exuded a familiar energy, and B-G needed to get to the bottom of it later.

Back at Stolas' mansion, the unlikely trio of Octavia, Stella and Molly were busy viewing a chick flick in a room they had the staff furnish for them, they had some finger snacks, and plenty of fine wine, and after a couple of shots...

"You know... I never wanted to be with your father." Stella said sobbing, "He didn't want to be with me either..." She hiccuped, her cheeks flushed red from the wine.

Molly was mildly drunk, trying not to have too much so that she wouldn't blurt out anything unwise, but still pretty wasted, "Then why'd ja hafta marry 'im?"

Stella waved her hand dismissively, "Eh, political family crap. His dad wanted to play with his future."

Octavia slammed a fist on the table they were nipping victuals from, "Grampa Paimon can go fuck his own cloaca."

"Yeah... no idea what he's doing now, he doesn't even seem to care we're getting divorced." Stella poured another glass for herself, "He moved on to other games I guess."

Molly felt genuinely bad, "That's so awful," she said while making sobs and sniffles, getting a tissue and blowing her nose to clear it.

Stella coughed as she downed another shot, "Don't worry, Via," she reached a hand out and placed it over her daughter's, "I have something going on that, if it pans out, would benefit you and me."

"What's that?" Via asked absent-mindedly.

Stella coughed again, clearing her throat, "Oh, you'll see it, I hope."

That night at the Rough n' Tumbleweed, everyone was celebrating the victory with a party outdoors, with plenty of food, drink and whatever activities the farm folk liked to do.

Sierra was toasting some marshmallows and helping some fellas light their smokes, Blitzø was carousing with some drunken farmhands with a couple of flagons of hard stuff in their hands, while Lincoln was getting a lap dance from Loona, though she was clearly not as experienced at this as Verosika was, but she was doing well enough, especially after some ale loosened her up and she was able to make up for it with some sloppy but enticing motions, and it was a good thing Blitzø was too wasted to even notice his little girl was enticing his employee nearby.

At one table Millie and her folks were having a big feast with her parents on one side, and Millie with her husband on the other.

"That was a close shave, huh, Joe?" Lin remarked.

"Yup" Joe responded tersely while chewing on a big rack of ribs.

Millie looked up to see her dad looking away, and she had an inkling what might have been on his mind, "Dad, do you have something to say to me, or… maybe to Moxxie?"

"Hmph." Joe grumbled.

Millie pouted, "C'mon papa…"

"I don't got anything to say." was his gruff reply, "Just enjoy the night."

Millie grumbled, but Moxxie put a hand on hers, grasping it tightly and reassuringly, "It's fine, Millie, I'm pretty sure your dad is exceedingly grateful."

Moxxie smirked as he glanced towards Joe, as even though no words were said, both were of the idea that Millie's parents, or at least her father, owed Moxxie something now.

"By the way, who was that guy on the weird one-wheeled motorcycle?" Millie asked.

"Got no idea sweetie," Lin began explaining, munching on some cornbread, "but I'm sure you've heard of that feller called 'Kimon Rider' haven't you?"

"Kimon Rider?" Millie wracked her brain trying to recall where she heard that, "Oh, it's that vigilante guy, isn't it?"

"Sure is," Lin replied back, "and it was lucky he decided to help us out, not that we all couldn't have handled that situation, but he saved us the trouble of having to go hire some new hands to help out the place."

Striker came up behind Moxxie, handing him a pint, "Not too shabby on that marksmanship, city boy."

"I wouldn't be working for Blitzø if I didn't have a good aim," he took the drink from the serpentine imp, "you're not from around here are you?"

"Heh, nothing gets past you, does it?" Striker leaned on the table next to Moxxie, "Nope, as you might have guessed, I'm from Envy; just got this job a couple of months ago."

"Is that so? Your skills seem a little too good to be just another farmhand, what's your angle?"

"Needed a new place to stay after I left Envy," Striker took a swig, "not to mention this place was hiring for any new hands to help fight back against troublemakers like those Makhai."

"Hmm…" Moxxie was still a bit wary, his gut was telling him there was more to this than that, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Hey, hey Moxxie!" Blitzø stumbled his way towards his two employees, still clearly washed over with drunkenness, "How're you guys doin'? You makin' friends, or something…?"

"Sir, you're drunk again," Moxxie said while sipping his ale more slowly.

"Yeah that was fun, wasn't it?" Blitzø slurred out, too drunk to really notice what his employee was really saying, though he could still make out Striker nearby, "Hey buddy! You look good with a gun, you wanna work for me?"

"While that sounds like fun," Striker chugged down the rest of his drink, "I'm going to have to take a pass, I like to work on my own terms, you know what I'm saying?"

"Wonderful! Let me get you another drink, on me!" Blitzø stumbled away, though who knows how long until he forgot about what he was doing and go have another round and possibly lose consciousness in the process.

It was about time to go to bed, and Lincoln and Loona had to pull a completely-wasted Blitzø to his room before they could go into theirs. Loona herself seemed a bit too tired for some hanky-panky and decided to go to bed early.

Sallie Mae passed by the door to Lincoln's room, and their eyes met for a moment, she smirked, and made a motion like doing a blowjob with her mouth and fingers, causing Lincoln to blush as she left his sight.

Moxxie and Millie passed by when they noticed their rabbit nephew was looking a bit flustered, "You all right, Lincoln?" Moxxie asked.

"Y-yeah, um… I think I need to take a leak."

"There's an outhouse if you'd like, Linky," Millie said.

"Thanks, Aunt Millie," Lincoln rushed out to the aforementioned location, and he pressed his hands against his face as he tried to focus and get that image of Sallie Mae out of his mind.

"Hey there, big fella," Lincoln opened his eyes to see Sallie Mae, standing just outside the door.

"Gah! What are you doing here?"

"I smelled desire in the air and it led me to you," she closed the distance between them, "would you like to have a happy ending?"

Lincoln felt a shiver of excitement go up and down his spine, he took a deep breath, "Aren't you in a relationship? Also that your boyfriend will shank me if we did anything?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't fool around. Besides, it ain't like you're loyal to one gal either, aren't ya?"

"T-That's different…" he tried to deflect, but it was hard with his boner occupying his thoughts.

Sallie Mae wasn't buying it, "Sure hon, do you want your cock sucked or not?"

"Well…" Lincoln tried to think of something to say, but his mind drew a blank while his animalistic instinct was very active right that moment; he sighed in resignation, "Ah, fuck it," Lincoln whipped out his needy and taut cock, "You gonna milk me or not?"

Without a moment of hesitation after he made himself clear, Sallie moved in closer and inspected it, "Now that's a log if I ever saw one!" She went to town on it, and after a minute Linc fired a couple of shots down her throat.

Sallie Mae swallowed the burst of warm sauce as Lincoln let go, and she pulled out after it seemed he was done, "Wow, you were either saving up or you got backed up fast."

Lincoln grabbed her horns and lifted her up, "Let's just say I got energy to spare…" he pushed her to the wall of the outhouse and rubbed his cock on her backside.

"Whatcha' waiting for? You get cold feet just 'cause I'm trans?"

"Not really," he prepared to shove into her hinder, "I mean, I never stick my dick in things that also have one, but on account of the fact yours isn't there anymore, that simplifies my decision. Besides, I've stuck it in stranger things by this point." And after all of that hubbub, Lincoln stuck himself into the slutty imp, and she responded with a loud, wolf-like howl.

And then he woke up.

The haze of that dream-like vision suddenly changed back to his and Loona's room, where he was on top of his pet, having pinned her down and doing her in the back, "Uh, Loona? What-"

Loona turned her head back, glancing up to the Hellhare, "S-Sorry master! I was just sucking your cock when you jumped and fucked me in your sleep!"

"Ah, uh…" Lincoln wasn't quite sure what to say, given he was half-asleep while in mid-coitus, and seeing as he was already in the middle of it, "Huh… well, when in Rome." He laid down on top of her and started nibbling and sucking on her neck.

"Ah… hah… Master Lincoln," she muttered lustily as Lincoln defiled her backside, his lumber making rhythmic ingress inside of her, her erotic flesh squeezing and expanding to accommodate his meat moving in and out.

Lincoln pressed his lips, and sucked deep of Loona's neck flesh, leaving a hickey on her skin while she whimpered in ecstasy from the Hellhare bringing ruin upon her.

Once he felt sufficiently loaded, Lincoln dispensed into his pet, who made a soft howl of pleasure as her body tensed, her muscles contracting to squeeze as much of the juice as it could, until she bucked and gave way to Lincoln's weight and he collapsed on her, "You've been a good dog today, Loony," and he gave her a gentle peck on her temple, and with that they were content as master and pet finally retired for the night.

While everyone was asleep, B-G emerged from his ring form and seized a nearby Hell-pigeon that was roosting on the window sill, and he flew off in pursuit of that mysterious Rider, and he could easily follow the trail of his lingering presence.

He flew far and wide and came upon a clearing between some trees, at the center was a one-person tent and a small bonfire, sitting on a log between them was a demon - he was a short, Fennec fox demon, about the height of the average imp, a head of black, curly, styled hair, and cream-colored fur with patches of white along the sides of his face and trailing to under his chin and along his throat.

The possessed Hell-pigeon landed next to the fire, the Fennec demon was lying on his side, propping his head up with his right arm.

B-G approached him, "Wiley?"

The Fennec didn't stir, so he spoke up and scooted even closer, "Wiley!"

The Fennec seemed to stir, as he sleepily looked up and scanned his environs, glancing around without really seeing anything interesting, that is until the Hell-pigeon got up on the log and started pecking him.

"Huh?" he turned around and saw the strange bird seemingly bugging him, he extended his foot to shoo it, "Go away, you winged rat."

B-G decided something a bit more drastic would be needed to get him to pay attention, and so he flew up to his head and started flapping rapidly and swatting his face, "Argh!" The Fennec fell over as B-G flew back a way.

Wiley suddenly got up from behind the log, looking mightily annoyed, "Stupid bird!" He picked up a rock and threw it at the Hell-pigeon.

Before it could hit him, B-G suddenly shot a dark, rubbery arm out of the pigeon's beak and caught it, "Finally, I have your attention!"

The Fennec named Wiley stood up, and eyed the strange figure coming from the bird, "Who are you and why are you bugging me, you miscreant!?"

"Now that's no way to talk to me, boy, don't you remember?" B-G extended more of himself and he assumed a demonic form with a circle of horns around his head and his one eye featuring prominently on his face.

Wiley blinked a few times, even rubbed his eyes, but he realized he wasn't dreaming, "Dad?"

Hope that was an exciting battle that was as much fun to read as it was for me to write! Plus it seems we are digging ever deeper into B-G's history with his own family coming up, the plot thickens, dear reader!

And now, a special presentation featuring my little brother, Mr-Dusk, and the latest chapter of his long-dormant series, Lincoln Goes To Hell

After being buried for two years, Lincoln Goes to Hell crawls back from the depths.

Hellhare approached the big rabbit and held his hand out to help him up, "Hey Sinner-Linc, I heard you were getting married, should I have B-G send you any wedding gifts?"

"Just let everybody know that I got back after a long break" Sinner-Linc replied.

Hellhare signalled to someone off-screen, "Roll the clip, guys!"

Moxxie was bawling, "I can't believe he's getting married!"

Millie was touched, "Seeing you treat Lincoln like your own makes me giddy."

Loona threatened Via, "If you touch me, I'LL BITE YOUR CLAWS OFF!"

Octavia calmly responded, "We don't have to be friends, but you don't have to be my enemy."

Stolas had his talons on Lincoln's shoulder with a grave look to his eyes, "I am trusting you to be there for my daughter in case anything happens to me. Do I have your trust in return?"

Coming Soon on This Screen (Actually right now if you are interested.)

Collin fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, "Uh, you two do know I'm still here, right?"

Millie twerked her bare ass in his face, "Oh, we don't mind if you watch…"

And now, back to Hellhare, "Well, that's the development on the latest chapter of my little brother's story, 'Lincoln Goes to Hell' please give it a read, everyone!"