(Former Title/s: One Helluva Loud; The Infernal Loud - Helluva Sin; Helluva Loud Hotel)
Originally posted in 17/10/2024
Prologue: How the Loud got LOUDER.
There was nothing but screams, explosions, and the sound of gunfire in a town called Imp City. Then again, that type of thing happened almost anywhere in Hell, overall.
For someone like a human, that would be a place that they wanted to stay as far away from as possible; On the other hand, for a demon, although it was annoying... and sometimes even a shitty place to be in, it was still home, surprisingly enough. Though, "home" was debatable as well.
Anyways... Usually, when a human dies their soul goes to Hell as their after-life for the sins they've committed when they were alive in the mortal world.
However, there was one human who was still very much alive, residing within the Infernal Abyss...
Somewhere in Imp City, inside of an apartment that had on top of it a lotus-colored billboard with the words "Buy your own Fizzarolli Bot today"... There lived in a rented room an imp couple who were getting themselves ready for the beginning of the day. Their names were Millie and Moxxie.
Millie was a short red-skinned imp with a long devilish tail and white markings; eyes with yellow scleras and black pupils; long black eyelashes that extended beyond the sides of her hair; two black horns with three thin white stripes; dark gray hair worn in a messy bob style and bangs that covered half of her right horn. She also had a beauty mark on her left cheek and a gap between her front teeth.
Her attire consisted of black lipstick; a simple black choker; a cold-shoulder black crop top with gold buttons where the straps at the top were connected to the torso piece; torn black pants; fingerless black gloves; and black footwear that didn't cover her hoof-like toes.
Her loving husband Moxxie was a short red-skinned imp with a long thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end. His face had white freckles on his cheeks; white pointy hair on his head, and curvy black and white striped horns; eyes with yellow sclera and black slit pupils; and had lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appeared to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls.
His attire consisted of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs; black pants; a white shirt which had a black turtleneck; a large red bow-tie; and black fingerless gloves.
Moxxie was currently working on making some simple breakfast which consisted of a few slices of bread with butter.
"Moxxie, I'm going to wake up our little boy." Millie said happily to her husband.
"Ok, honey. I'll be done in a couple of minutes, anyway." the imp husband replied back.
The imp wife moved from their apartment's kitchen to an extra small bedroom which used to be a closet.
"Darling, time to get up." Millie called out to someone who was revealed to be wrapped from head to toe inside of a sleeping bag. "Breakfast is almost ready."
"Ok, just a minute." a boy's voice spoke up from within the sleeping bag, muffled but still understandable.
As Millie left the bedroom to join up with her husband in the kitchen again, the little person who came out of the said bag revealed to be a human boy.
He was shown to be a caucasian eleven-year-old boy; he was very skinny; had short white hair with a large tuft of it sticking upwards on his left side and two strands sticking up on his right; had an overbite, with a prominent chipped front tooth; bags around his eyes; and freckles on his cheeks.
His attire, at that moment, consisted of a simple gray pajama. the shirt had 4 orange vertical lines on its chest and on its back which extended to its shoulders; and the pants had 2 orange horizontal stripes on each of its legs.
He gave out a big yawn and stretched his body before standing up and looking to the readers.
"Hello there, everybody. I know you're wondering, 'Lincoln, why are you in Hell?' 'What happened to you to be living with those two imps?' 'Is there anyone else from your family there with you?' Well, all those questions will be answered." he then proceeded to walk out of his room and headed to the kitchen where the imp couple were waiting. "But first, I want to get some good grub in me. For now, though, I'll only tell you this: a lot has happened to me in the past few days, even in the first day that I got to Hell. Still, I don't know exactly how many days."
As he walked into the kitchen, Millie went to him before giving him a peck on the forehead.
"How's our boy doing? Did you sleep well?" the imp wife sweetly inquired.
"Yeah. I slept fine, Millie. Thank you for asking."
"Now now, Lincoln. I told you before, I'm your mama." Millie softly scolded the boy.
"I know, I know." Lincoln rolled his eyes as he said that, but still smiled. "But I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to the idea."
"Well, just give it time. I'm sure you'll get there." the female imp replied, not losing hope.
The little human only nodded in response, not knowing what else he could say to Millie. Instead, he only focused on getting some breakfast in his stomach.
During that time, the three of them ate at their own pace with nothing being said between them, like they were just enjoying each other's company.
Once he was done eating, he proceeded to go to the bathroom to take some care of his personal hygiene.
As he got inside, Lincoln focused on the readers once more while walking up to the washbasin and turning on the faucet to let the water run.
"As I was saying: *Splash* a lot has happened to me. *Splash* One of those things was me getting powers. *Splash*" Lincoln stated, splashing his face with said water a few times before grabbing and filling a cup with some of it, and then turning the faucet off. "And to prove you guys that I'm not messing around, here's a little example..."
Upon that pausing moment, Lincoln then lifted up his free right hand to the ceiling which quickly started to get engulfed in a dark blue light before shooting a tiny orb of the same color to the air. The orb floated there for a couple of seconds before it exploded in a barely audible *Crack, and brought out a small white cloud, and then evaporated.
"So, there you have it."
Lincoln was going to grab a toothbrush, until something else came to his mind which caused him to stop and tell more to the readers.
"Like I said: I don't remember how long has it been exactly since the first day that I got here." he then brought up his right hand, showing it now to have a dark blue mist swirling around his fingers, with said mist slowly expanding in size. "But... I think this will help you guys know of how I arrived here and ended up in the care of Millie and Moxxie. And, while that's going on, I'm going to continue to take care of myself." upon saying that, Lincoln softly blew the mist directly to the readers' faces, covering them (maybe I should also include me) in darkness.
-BEFORE THE ARRIVAL-
It was on a saturday in the afternoon.
Lincoln was in the kitchen making his favorite snack: a sandwich with peanut butter and sauerkraut.
Once he was done, he was about to take a bit...
"Lincoln." a monotone voice suddenly spoke behind him - which caused him to let out a scared little scream.
Recovering from the scare, Lincoln, upon seeing that his sandwich was still in his hands and intact, turned to the person who spoke behind him.
And, of course, it was his eight-year-old goth sister, Lucy.
Lucy had very pale gray skin and long black hair that could reach her shoulders, with long enough bangs which could conceal her eyes. She was also quite thin, and a bit shorter than Lincoln. She wore a black dress over a tank top with black and white stripes, as well as matching black and white stripe sleeves and stockings, and black shoes.
"Lucy, can you please stop doing that?"
"Sorry, Lincoln, but I can't." Lucy responded, with her voice tone not even slightly altered. "That would be like asking the darkness to let the light shine in its territory."
The sole brother of the family only frowned at her answer, though he wasn't upset.
"Anyway... Is there anything you need from me?" he inquired, thinking of the reason as to why she decided to come to him.
"Actually, Lincoln, yes." the goth sister replied. "In less than an hour from now, me and my friends from the Morticians Club are going to the graveyard to try and summon a demon. But before we can do that, we're going to need someone to help fetch us a new tome from... let's just say, the other side of the town's library. So, would you like to be that someone to help us?"
Lincoln thought about it for a moment. He knew of his sister's interest in the occult for a long time, and yet, that was the first time she had ever considered the idea of summoning a demon. On one hand, Lucy's attempts at talking or summoning a ghost had never worked, so he doubted that the results with a demon would be any different; Though on the other hand, in case there was any chance. At. All. That she was successful in her desire, he had to make sure he was there for her in case things went south.
After that moment of reflection, the Loud boy looked to his eight-year-old sister face to face and gave her his answer: "Okay, Lucy, I'm in. Just let me finish eating my sandwich."
If there was anyone capable of staring into Lucy's eyes, even with her hair in the way, they would see a good amount of zest burning within them. However, she was still able to suppress her dark enthusiasm.
It took a couple of minutes, yet right at the moment that the boy had finished putting the last piece of his snack in his mouth, the goth sister was already pulling him by his arm and running out of their home.
After a short time, they had arrived at the local library.
Lincoln was moving to the door, but before he could even reach the entrance, his sister stopped him.
"Not through here." Lucy told him. "Follow me."
He wondered what his sister was getting at, but he still went with her nevertheless.
The duo soon arrived behind the building.
There, the albino-haired boy saw her putting her arms through some bushes.
Taking a closer look, he realized she was actually moving them away... to reveal a hidden hatch door.
"Woah." said Lincoln, astounded. "I had no idea that the library had a secret entrance."
"That's because you - like most people, Lincoln - are only seeing things from one side." Lucy explained. "Sorry if I sound rude, but sometimes there's more than you would usually expect to find. But if you know where to look..."
"I'm starting to see your point, Lucy." he stated, still in surprise by the discovery. "Still, well done."
As Lincoln made his way down through the door and into the secret room, Lucy accompanied him close behind with a flashlight.
"You think Mrs. Wetta knew of this area?" the Loud boy inquired upon entering the said room.
"I doubt it." his goth sister responded. "This place was build long before she was even born."
While they kept exploring their current location, the two walked slowly in hopes of not causing too much noise and alerting any unwanted attention to their presence.
After a bit of exploring, Lucy and Lincoln came across what the former was hoping to find - a large but ancient book case made of wood, and a steel ladder on its right side.
From the looks of it, the book case appeared to be centuries old. It was surprising it was still able to stand.
"Give me some light while I browse through the books." said Lucy, passing the flashlight to her brother before she grabbed the ladder on the book case's side and used it to climb up and reach the books on the top shelf.
While Lincoln helped his sister search for the book she wanted, his eyes caught the glimpse of a tiny yet visible glow coming from one certain book on the penultimate row of the bottom shelf.
Feeling mesmerized, he went to go and grab it, but in his distraction, he forgot to point the lantern in Lucy's direction.
"Lincoln, what are y-?"
"Who's in there?" a man's voice suddenly called out.
The two were really not expecting anyone other than them to be there, and because of that, Lucy fell from the ladder and on top of her brother who also ended up tumbling to the ground. And in doing so, both Lincoln and Lucy accidentally knocked the ladder with their feet, causing it to hit the book case and destroying it to pieces.
"Who goes there?" the man now demanded after hearing what sounded like something or someone falling to the ground with a clank and a crash.
The duo quickly noticed the silhouette of the library's security guard who had just entered. Whoever he was, they saw he appeared to be tall and large - though, it was difficult to tell if he was fat or muscular.
"Sigh." Lucy muttered her frustration as quietly as she could before turning to her brother. "Lincoln, just a grab a book and let's go."
As his sister instantly and quietly disappeared into the shadows, the Loud boy took a quick second to see if he could find tHAT book he had seen just moments ago and, fortunately for him, he found it sticking out of the book case's rubble.
Whether it was luck or something else was at play, he didn't have time to think on it. Instead, he simply grabbed the book and snuck away from the security guard before getting caught.
Right after he had climbed back out of the basement room, he was about to sprint to his left direction.
"Lincoln, this way." Lucy, who had just shown up, called out to him from his right. "Follow me."
And so, with no time for questions, he complied and ran along with his sister where she wanted them to go.
A short time later, they stopped after they reached the interior of a forest.
Whether those woods were familiar or new, Lincoln couldn't know in the darkness of the night.
"I think we're safe." he commented, believing that they managed to give the guard the slip.
"Sigh. Yes, but now we can forget about the ritual." Lucy stated with clear chagrin in her voice. "Unless, you managed to grab the tome we needed."
The Loud boy looked at the book in his possession before presenting it to his sister.
"Is this it?"
The little Mistress of the Dark turned her sights to the book in his hands and took it to inspect its pages.
If one could see through Lucy's bangs, they would see that she was mesmerized.
"Lincoln, this is better than I thought." Lucy responded with a smile on her lips. "If all goes as intended, our ritual will work. Let's go and meet up with the others now."
Barely taking the time to catch a break, Lincoln kept running with Lucy to their meeting point, doing his best to keep up with her.
Upon reaching the Royal Woods Cemetery, the duo noticed that the Morticians Club had already started making preparations for their ritual. All of them were wearing black cloaks and hoods upon their heads.
Approaching them, one of them spoke up to Lucy.
"Lucy, were you able to get it?" it was Haiku as she inquired in an almost whispery voice.
"What do you think of this, Haiku?" Lucy said as she presented to her friend and the other Morticians the book in her hands.
While they looked upon it, they couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
Like with Lucy, Haiku gently took the book from her friend's grasp and also verified what was written in some of the pages.
"Lucy, this- this is splendid!" Haiku finally responded nearly exclaiming after a moment of looking at its content. "With this tome, I'm certain we can open the door for an otherworldly being."
"I couldn't have done it without my brother's help." Lucy blankly added, though she would never deny she was grateful.
"Really?" Haiku rhetorically inquired as she and the others turned their eyes to the said boy. "In that case, Lincoln... This is not something we would do, but in this situation, we shall make an exception - we would like for you to join us as a guest, do you accept?"
Lincoln was certainly surprised that the Morticians Club were willing to let him stay. Still, he kept his comments for another time.
It certainly felt like a privilege, but he accepted it for his sister's sake.
"Sure, I accept." he quickly responded.
At midnight, Lucy, now wearing a black cloak of her own, along with the Morticians Club had drawn with some pieces of black chalk a pentagram on a large enough part of the ground made of stone and placed five red candles at the tip of each point of the drawn star, as well as placed a sixth white candle right in its core.
Though, Lincoln was offered the opportunity to join them for the ritual, even of wearing an extra cloak that they brought, he politely yet slightly nervously turned them down by telling them that if it was no problem for them, he would take the cloak but would still rather just watch.
The goth bunch consented to his decision and gave him the extra cloak for him to put on.
As Lucy and her friends started to chant at the written words of a specific page in the tome in a dead language, nothing seemed to be happening... nothing at all.
The albino-haired boy didn't know what language was it that his sister and the others were speaking in, but somehow he could tell it wasn't latin.
The louder and more repeated the chanting got, the darker and more sinister the atmosphere got.
Lincoln was growing unsettled, but he wanted to believe it was just a coincidence. Yet things didn't stop there...
The book that the Morticians Club were using began to give out a barely but visible dark purple glow;
Some black clouds manifested and were slowly circling across the night sky right below where the ritual was being performed;
And the positioned candles were glowing more intensely, while the candle in the center was shining brighter than the others around it.
The Morticians continued to chant/shout at the top of their lungs with all of their strengths combined, as if they were pouring everything from their very hearts and souls.
And then, with one united final scream from the little goths, the tiny flames on the candles erupted into giant fiery balls. They almost seemed like they could touch the gravestones and set them ablaze as well.
Though the kids were a bit startled at first, they quickly marveled at the sight before their eyes and were excited to know what demonic soul was going to be brought to their mortal realm.
The Loud boy, however, actually felt genuine fear within his being. He never expected anything that Lucy and her friends did to ever work, but... for the first time ever, it would seem they were successful with something.
Suddenly, the fires of the candles were immediately snuffed out... and everything was in silence.
For a moment, no-one said or did anything. Instead, they waited for something, anything at all, to happen.
Upon a full minute of nothing, the Morticians Club started to believe that their goal was a bust, much to their annoyance but much to Lincoln's relief as he gave himself a quiet sigh.
"Well..." he began to speak, not wanting to be mean. "Guess there won't anything happening. How about we just go away before someone else comes here and sees this?"
"Sigh..." Lucy sighed with more volume than usual and responded with a slightly depressed and disappointed tone. "It appears that you're right, Lincoln. Perhaps, there was a step in the ritual that we have missed. Could you please retrieve the candles for us?"
He nodded in reply and went to get the stated items while Lucy and the others started to pack up their stuff.
Apart from relief, he was also glad that nothing else occurred as he leaned down to take the first red cand-
*BOOOOMM!*
An explosion-like sound came, causing the albino-haired boy to leap back in fright, as the white candle, out of nowhere, caught fire and its flame instantly grew into a large sphere which covered the entire area of the drawn pentagram.
The moment that the kids heard what sounded like a violent explosion, they stopped what they were doing and turned their attentions to where it originated from. Could it be they were going to get their wish? That the demon from the other side was aware of their actions and decided to toy with them for a moment?
They would now have their reply...
The blazing sphere then slowly began to open and expand from its core, and a gust of wind seeped out of it.
All of them stood where they were standing. Petrified yet with a hint of dark satisfaction at what they were bearing witness to. Except for Lucy's brother who was terrified of what could possibly happen next.
As the sphere became fully opened, an even larger gust of wind blew against the kids. That caused some of them, like Lucy's brother, to shield their faces with their arms or their hands, while the others used any nearby final resting places of the dead as cover.
Doing what they could to still try and look, the kids stared at the big orb of fire, wondering what was on the other side of the flame. However... there was nothing there. Nothing apart from pure darkness.
And before anyone could react, a giant shadowy tentacle popped out of there and caught hold of Lincoln!
It happened so fast...
Lincoln, with an expression of someone who knew was condemned as well as afraid for his life, turned his head to face his sister, as she was already running to him.
Lucy desperately wanted to reach him, but as far as she could get to him was when her fingers were only a inch away from touching him.
He only had enough time to scream for her as he was pulled inside. "LUCYYY!"
And just as soon as he was pulled into that absolute obscurity, the fiery orb closed its entrance and faded away in the next second, leaving him all alone and floating in what seemed to be the complete and utter emptiness of darkness itself.
Lincoln couldn't make heads or tails of his situation. In fact, he didn't even know if he was floating up or down. Not to mention, he didn't know how he was still able to breathe normally, even in there.
As he looked around himself, anxiously searching for anything that he could find there, his eyes noticed a large piece of rock floating at the distance.
Having nothing else in mind, he did what he could to "swim" to its direction.
As he got closer, he realized that it wasn't a piece of rock. It looked more like... some sort of cavern. Thinking that he could use it as a temporary place to rest and collect his thoughts, he sped up towards it.
Upon arriving, the albino-haired boy felt some type of invisible wall was in front of him, though it barely impeded him from entering as it also felt frail like a paper sheet.
He sat down by the entrance, attempting to take some deep breaths and settle his head.
While he was beginning to calm down, he stared outside of the cave, and still he couldn't see anything standing out in the darkness. He couldn't even see anything at the bottom nor at the top.
He could feel a strong grasp of fear in his heart as his mind wondered. Even if he never had to worry about hunger, thirst, or even sleep; He was trapped, all alone in that endless emptiness - a fate even worse than death itself. He would never again see his parents, his sisters, his friends... no-one, ever again.
*GROOWL!*
Suddenly, there was a raucous monstrous grunt.
And Lincoln then knew that he wasn't alone in the floating grotto, but oh how he wished at the time he was, for it sounded like it was big... reaaally big.
Cold sweat formed on his head while he slowly and trembling turned his attention to what ever it could be lurking in its shadows.
It was then, from the depths of the cavern, a giant glowing orange eye and a giant glowing yellow eye opened and stared directly to him. And just as soon as those eyes opened, five more luminous eyes with different colors were revealed: green; pink; blue; purple; and red.
With terror in his eyes, Lincoln was barely able to move from where he was. He just stood there, staring back at those enormous eyes, petrified and almost not breathing.
The creature in the shadows then seemed to shift a little without breaking the visual contact, it was har-
*ROOAAAR!*
Out of nowhere, the creature let out a mighty yet unnatural bellow as it then sped off towards him!
Lincoln let out a shriek of pure fear as the muscles of his body were nearly numb and only permitted him to stand up and take one step to the cavern's exit before the shadowy thing was just about to take him!
And just as he thought that he was going to get eaten, it seemed to somewhat shrink down as it collided with him... and phased through him!
At the moment that the entity touched the boy, he started sounding like himself screaming and an unnatural beast howling at the same time, as if their voices were merging into one.
Due to the collission, the little human lost his footing and fell out of the grotto's mouth. And, instead of floating in its space, he began to tumble down at high speed.
While Lincoln was falling, he started to feel his eyelids grow heavy, as if the sensation of him not sleeping for days suddenly caught up to him. And before he realized it, he had fallen asleep.
As he kept falling, an odd aura appeared from him before wrapping itself around his body. And shortly after, he began to enter a world's atmosphere and getting out of space itself. Plus, if the boy was still conscious, he would've known that he was entering into a world that wasn't his own.
From the distance, one would think they were witnessing a falling star, or - if they were closer - a comet.
Yet, from the point of view of a few individuals who were watching from afar and took notice of the "comet", they could tell it was going to collide with something at any moment...
-MEANWHILE, CLOSE BY, INSIDE OF A LARGE BUILDING WHICH WAS SPORTING A COUPLE OF HORNS (DON'T ASK ME, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH IT)-
"Alright, we just got a psycho bitch and her psycho family dead yesterday." a red-skinned humanoid creature announced as he made his way to a door which had 'BLITZO'S OFFICE' written on it, with an 'x' on the 'o' of Blitzo. "Let's see what clients we'll get for today."
That was Blitzo Buckzo. But he only accepted Blitz. However, for the story and until he's fine with it - if he ever does - his name will be written as Blitzø.
Blitzø was a hellborn demon. An imp, to be more specific. And one that was taller than the average imp too.
He had yellow eyes and red irises; two large, curved black and white striped horns; a heart-shaped skull symbol on the forehead; and a large white spot on the right side of the face.
"Wait, sir." another imp, shorter than the previously mentioned (you readers already know who it is, he appeared right at the start), spoke up to Blitzø as he was about to shut his door. "So, that's it? We just sit here and wait for the clients to come to us?"
"Of fucking course, Moxxie, we wait for them." Blitzø stated, somewhat annoyed, to his firearms specialist. "We are hired killers, not newspaper delivery men."
"And until we get a client, we can take it easy and do something to pass the time." responded optimistically the female imp who took Moxxie into her arms before having him sit down along with her on the couch of the room.
"That's right, Millie." Blitzø happily agreed with her and then added to Moxxie. "Until a client comes in, we can do what ever we want, like: read a magazine; play a game of cards; or any other shit that comes to mind."
"Good, 'cause I would rather just chill." a grey-furred humanoid canine being spoke up with an uninterested voice. "I don't want to have to deal with fucking anything for a while."
That would be Blitzø's adopted daughter, Loona. She was also a hellborn demon, but unlike the others at work, she was a hellhound. A hellhound who dressed like a goth, with an attitude to match.
Won't give all of the details, however... Her outfit consisted of a large, spiked black choker around her neck; a tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top that was held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that formed an inverted pentagram; black shorts that were tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side.
Her fur was white with grey countershading encircling her face; long, silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears - the left one had two small, black hoop-piercings, while the right one was ragged; and had a large, dark grey bushy tail.
"Now, now, Loonie." Blitzø softly reprimanded his daughter. "If any clients come in, they're not going to take your attitude well."
"Oh yeah? Well, they can fuck right off." she retorted. "I may open the door for them, I may even answer the phone when they call this company to have some shithead killed, but that's it. I don't give a damn about them, about their stories, or about their thoughts."
"Alright, let's just-"
*WHOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!*
Regardless of what it was that Blitzø was going to say next to his daughter it was quickly cut off as all of them in the room heard something suddenly and abruptly rushing in the air outside.
And then...
*BOOOOOOOOMMM!*
What ever it was that caused such an explosion, it sounded like an actual bomb going off as it caused the ground - including the buildings - to suffer a short-timed tremor, and it appeared to be very close by.
"WHAT THE SHIT!?" the boss imp was the first to speak up in both anxiety and annoyance. "Is some bitch going on some killing spree? That sounded way too close from here!"
"Oh crumbs!" the firearms speacialist was the next one to exclaim, scared as he nearly fell to the floor, though luckily his wife caught him and held him on. "Sir, I think we better evacuate for the time being."
Blitzø frowned at his employee before telling him: "Don't be so fucking dramatic, Moxxie. Do you see parts of the ceiling about to fall or really cracked windows? No. We don't need to run out of here while screaming like hookers who haven't got payed in days."
"Blitzø, how about you let me and Moxxie deal with this? And, if it's some dumbass on a murder rampage, we'll deal with 'em." Millie volunteered as she let go of her husband, got up from the couch and grabbed her combat knife.
"I appreciate your spirit, Millie. But I would like to have a personal word with whoever decided it would be a funny idea to fuck with our business." he said before turning to the receptionist. "You're coming too, Loona."
The hellhound of I.M.P. frowned at her imp father and inquired: "And why the fuck should I?"
"Because, sweetie, I don't trust the clients keeping their hands to themselves if you stay here on your own." the boss imp answered. "Besides, in case those bitches try to pull a cut and run act, I need you there with us to stop them."
"Fine, let's get it over with." Loona groaned as she stood up.
With no more words being spoken, they all went out.
Standing now outside of the large building, Blitzø announced: "Alright, guys, let's find those cocksuckers so we can beat the shit out of 'em and then jam some of it down their throats and the rest back inside their asses."
That comment made his employees and his adopted daughter give him weird and disgusted expressions.
"Sir, first of all, ew!" Moxxie replied. "And second, I thought you said you wanted to have a word with them."
"And that's what I want to do, Moxxie." the imp boss decided to 'explain'. "I want to have a word with them by pounding them with my fists, shooting them with my gun, and crushing them with my boots."
"Seems like that explosion came from over there." Loona stated, pointing to where a large amount smoke could be seen coming from a few blocks away from them.
"Good eye, Loonie." Blitzø praised his daughter after he and the others looked to where she was indicating. "Let's move it, people."
Although they could travel by foot, the tall imp still insisted on taking the van. The reason for that was because he said they could reach their destination faster and, in case there was anything of value, they could then carry it more easily and more discreetly.
Upon arriving to the blast's origin area, I.M.P. quickly noticed a broken sign laying on the other side of the road which read '696 Cafeteria (Pay, make your own coffee or something and FUCK OFF!)'.
Looking to the other direction, there stood what was left of a detonated coffee shop... and a crater between a few wrecked tables.
The tall imp groaned: "Well, there goes the coffee shop that I liked to take my coffee from."
"How many times did you come here for coffee?" the bruiser of the company inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Just once." he replied before elaborating some more. "A year ago I used to go to another that was shit. I stumbled upon this one about two months ago and decided to try it. It was a little more expensive, but satan damnit it was worth it."
As I.M.P. approached the cavity in the floor, they came across a human child with white hair lying passed out on the ground, much to their surprise.
"What. The. Shit?" Blitzø was the first to break the silence. "What is this!? Do we suddenly have humans popping in Hell or something?"
"I-I have no idea, sir." the guns' expert stated, anxiety in his mind. "I think I speak for all of us when I say this is the first time that a human has come here to Hell."
Millie didn't wait for a single second, she simply went to the little human before carrying him in her arms.
"Let's just head back to our building for now." she suggested as she then was walking back to their vehicle. "Blitzø, I think you better-"
"Already on it, Mills." the boss imp, knowing what she was going to say, responded instantly as he took the hellphone from his person and began to call someone. "Stolas, you better get your feathered ass inside my building this instant. Something tells me this is a big deal for you, because it is for me."
With the call done, Blitzø then dropped his hellphone on the ground and quickly stomped it into pieces before going back to the van along with the others.
Since one problem was solved but there was still another, Blitzø drove them back to their working place and waited for the one called Stolas to appear.
It was soon after Millie, with Moxxie's assistance, had laid the human kid on the couch that he started to come to his senses.
"Hmmmmm..." he softly groaned as he blinked his eyes and focused on his surroundings.
"Well, look who's finally awake." Loona announced as she and the imps had their attentions on the boy.
"Where... am I?" the little human spoke, sitting up.
"You're in Hell, kid." the tall imp decided to just say it. "That's where you are."
"Sir!" Moxxie immediately criticized his boss. "Don't just say it like that, we don't want him to panic!"
"Oh. Okay, I guess." the boy nonchalantly answered.
That response was certainly not what any of them were expecting from a human. He just took that revelation as if it was no big deal!
The group looked at each other for a moment before looking back at the kid.
"Sweetheart, what's your name?" Millie carefully inquired him.
"Well, I'm..." the little human was about to tell them, but stopped out of nowhere as he seemed to be thinking.
Then he developed a face which showed astonishment but also fear.
"I... I don't know who I am."
Ooh geez...
Author's notes:
Please no Anonymous reviews, those will be removed, if not ignored.
Believe it or not, a few years ago I thought about giving Lincoln either a demon's soul/blood/essence. But, in the end, I decided against that. Especially because, in a way, that bit is already been or being done by someone else.
And yes, I COULD have given Lincoln one that was of an angel... But I wasn't exactly interested in it.
Eventually, I decided on an entity of the Cthulhu Mythos.
Now, before you even try to ask, I'm not going to reveal who it is. despite being actually an O.C.
All I'm willing to reveal for now, is that this entity is not an Elder God.
If anyone is wondering if Lincoln is going to become an omnipotent character, I'll tell you no.
Close, yes. But not really there.
Also, Lincoln's harem is going to be... MASSIVE.
Not exactly sure how many there will be, but it will be a lot of them. And, like I wrote, there will also be Loudcest included.
By the way, don't go posting anything mean about this fanfic or about me, for example: 'Lincoln shouldn't be doing any of that'; 'You're a monster, I hope you die'; or 'Loud House stories should remain like in the show, family-friendly'. You do that, and you will be blocked. I'm serious.
And on an extra, last note: I've been thinking for a while in putting this fanfic in some other website, though I'm not yet certain where.
It won't be on Wattpad, that much I can tell. Because, although it allows people to even put images, they could never be NSFW at the risk of getting banned.
I'll have to look a bit more on that part...
Anyway, I hope you liked this opening. Until next time.