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Assistant: Title: One helluva time with Iruma kun
        Author: 616mcu 616mcu 
        Chapter: 39/60 
        Summary: We know that Iruma is capable of surving pretty much anything. Avoiding danger is just second nature to the little guy, espically when it comes to the underworld. But what happened when his parents sell him to hell ... the wrong hell ... with the wrong demon. In a much cruler world, ful of sadistic radio dear, IMPs that never make his life easier, an angel unable to help, and a plucky princess with dreams, or delusions, of a better tomorrow, can he keep his smile on, or is dispair his ultimate fate?
        Contents: Chapter 39: Chapter 37: Side effects may include
    

    
      

        
          
          
            Lots and lots of eating and insanity
          
        

  

  
  
    
    
  Millie marched to the apartment. “Um... Millie.” Mox started uneasily. “I’m kind of scared right now?”

  “Why so?” She questioned, her voice sounded calm but what she’s really feeling now is fury burning like an inferno.

  “Because when I woke up you were staring at the recorder box, and didn’t say anything other than to look for new jobs.”

  “Cause we’re quitting IMP, Mox.”

  He blinked. “... Um... I feel that’s a... bad choice given our limited financial situation …”

  “Well, it’s more like IMP will no longer be in business because I’m going to kill Blitz.” She stated with more heat in her voice. “No hyperbole, I’m going to drive this knife into his throat. Then I’m going to kill Loona.” She had joked about it several times before, but now was the end of the f@ck@ng line.

  “Millie, I admit that Blitz following us to Ozzie’s and dragging Iruma inside to stalk us is bad…. Okay even I have to admit that’s horrible when said out loud... but threatening his… daughter... with bodily harm seems to be a step too far.”

  “Mox, I recorded that entire night last night and listened to it this morning.” She stated lowly. “He brought Iruma to L@st with a trigger word, ditched him when it wasn’t convenient, spied on our date, took the kid back, shouted with him, made the TOT feel guilty, dragging them both to Gluttony, where said hellhound dragged them into a frat party that got Iruma drunk and stabbed, and then proceeded to kiss the tot, and finally sleep in the same bed as him.” Millie rumbled. “There will be one less family in hell today.”

  “Hold on hold on hold on hold on... 
  
    Loona
  
   kissed 
  
    Iruma
  
  ?” Mox’s eyes twitched. “
  
    Loona
  
  ? The barely grown, in the maturity sense, hellhound bad attitude woman constantly insulting everyone that so much as breathes around her?”

  “Yep. I’m gonna start by choppin’ off her jaw.” The imp nodded. “After I kill her and Blitz, Verosika’s next.”

  “Okay, not that I don’t... agree with the sentiment, and I especially would like words with Loona about the matter… but if Blitz goes; then IMP is over... which means Alastor will take Iruma back full time.”

  “Then we find some way to take down the radio f@ck@r, or die tryin’.”

  “Millie, this is a bad idea on 
  
    multiple 
  
  points-”

  “After today, Iruma’s never seeing Blitz again. All that’s up for debate is that if the f@ck@r’s heart is still beating.” Millie laid down the law. “I’m not going to have that boy's heart messed with when it’s so beaten down already.” Anyone who hurt the boy would pay, even if she couldn’t do it quickly enough in her liking. “He’s already been through the emotional ping pong table. ‘Bout time we END a problem for him once and for all.”

  “... Let's at least give Blitz a chance to explain before going into mutilation.” Moxxie groaned. “He’s a sh@tty boss, but he’s still our friend… a bad friend for sure, but still.”

  “… He’ll have a choice of final words.” Millie stated as she kicked down the door. “BLITZ!” She shouted. “I know from the broadcasts you're here, come out and face your death like the man you claim to be!”

  “Mmmm.” The b@st@rd groaned from the couch. “Too much noise... not enough water …” Blitz grumbled from the couch that smelled like depression and alcohol.

  “Sir, you alright?” Moxxie asked.

  “No, he’s not, not after what I’M about to do!” Millie immediately went for the throat and grabbed the pr@ck, throwing him across the wall. “You know Blitz, I know you’re a crass son of a b@tch with a bad attitude! You make fun of my husband's integrity, constantly want to sleep with us, and never give us respect…. But ya know what, I didn’t mind all too much cause ya was a fun boss, better than any sleazy b@tch ‘n b@st@rd we could’ve worked for.”

  “… Fun boss, liking where this is going.”

  “Ya could’ve screwed up a million times and I would’ve looked the other way, cause if it’s to me or to Mox, we’d be able to be adults and look past it…. But then you
  
     f@ck@d
  
   with our kid!” She slammed the b@st@rd against the wall.

  “… Alright, not liking-”

  “So I’m gonna give you one chance to actually 
  attempt
   to justify your actions before I kill you! No s@xy talk, no innuendo, just murder!” Millie pulled out the knife. “Why the F@CK would you put the tot in that situation?! And don’t give me the b@llsh@t excuse of making it entertaining for the radio f@ck@r, you’ve CLEARLY moved past giving a f@ck about it!”

  Blitz was silent for a moment. “… In my defense... I only lost him 
  
    after
  
   being tossed by a bodyguard.”

  “Ten, nine, eight…” Millie counted down

  “Sh@t sh@t.” Blitz ran to the window.

  “You can’t run from me Blitz, once I have a target, I don’t stop till it’s dead… you know that since ya 
  
    f@ck@n’
  
   hired me in the first place.” Millie twirled her knife around. “Now I’m going to ask again… 
  
    why the f@ck did you do it?”
  

  “You said I couldn’t leave the kid at my house, you said nothing about bringing him on a trip!” Blitz shouted as he failed to move out the window. “And since you two were there, I thought I was making it one happy family reunion-”

  “Bull-f@ck@ng-sh@t, you only stalk us cause of some vague hope you can have threesome, which ain’t
  
     ever
  
   going to happen!”

  “… I mean ever is a strong-”

  “Four! Three! Two!” Her patience was run, b@st@rds would die.

  “Hey, the kid didn’t get hurt at all last night, no torture or anything, so it’s fine, it’s fine, he’s…” Blitz looked around, blinking in confusion. “Wait…. Was I sleeping on the couch?”

  “Yes sir, you were.” Moxxie nodded.

  “But I was going to give it to the kid… wait, Loonie was the one that drove us back… if she put me on the couch, where’s the kid…?” 

  Millie and Blitz both blinked for a few moments as the dots connected. “… Maybe he’s in Blitz’s bed?” Mox tried to defuse the rage as the b@st@rd grabbed a shotgun.

  “There’s only one bedroom in the house… that 
  
    f@ck@r!” 
  
   Blitz angrily shouted as he cocked it.

  “One, hypocrite. Two, don’t you DARE hurt my boy, three, I’m going to skin that b@tch alive!” Millie shouted.

  “Oh don’t you dare Mills, I’m a f@ck up, but I’ll be DAMNED if I let you touch a finger on my Loonie!”

  The door slammed open. “Shut the f@ck up!” The hellhound b@tch screamed. “It’s way too loud in the g@dd@mn morning!”

  
    “Loonie/B@TCH!”
  
   They shouted at the same time, making the two struggle for hugging/stabbing the b@tch.

  “Hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down, CALM THE F@CK DOWN FOR A SECOND!” Moxxie got in front of them. “Honestly, you two… I’ve expected more out of you both! Just stop trying to kill each other for a second so we can clear the air!”

  “It’s a bit hard when everyone always kills …” A familiar voice groaned out.

  “Well they need it when-!” Millie instantly stopped talking, dropping her knife with horror. “...Tot..”

  “Iruma, you’re here… and….” Moxxie gasped… because what they saw… wasn’t ANYTHING they were prepared for.

  The boy only wore boxers... showing off a very... VERY unnatural look to him. His right leg, up to behind his back, and up to his left arm was 
  demon-like
  , covered with blue fur, and sharp boney points that looked almost flat and soft from the way they were positioned. Accenting them was a couple of bird-like feathers that seemed to create an illusion of thin clothing “Ugggh, why the heck is everyone yelling this morning?” The boy asked, moaning in pain. “My head is killing me …” He opened up his eyes... his right one having the slit pupil, an almost animalistic blue hue to it. “No wonder Loona needs head rubs all the time if it’s like this …”

  “... Yeah… he started growing fur in the middle of the night.” Loona nodded. 

  “…. 
  
    You gave my baby hellbies!” 
  
  Millie went for her knife and tried to go for the throat.

  “@SSH@L@!” Blitz aimed the barrel at the tot. “Did you f@ck my daughter!?”

  “What-B@tch, Blitz, back off!” Loona held them both by the collars and threw them across the room.

  “Wait, what fur?” Iruma blinked, looking down on his body, blinking a bit. “... I sold my soul again to that tall lady, didn’t I?” He sighed. “I knew that honey tasted weird.”

  “Honey…” Moxie blinked, before frowning. “You two let him drink Beelzejuice!?” He slapped Blitz right to the face. “No wonder his body is messed up, it’s mutating him like that fish did during spring break!”

  “Oh thank god, I didn’t sell my soul again.” The tot sighed in relief. “I’m just gonna grow up into a giant monster.”

  Moxxie threw up his arms. “How’s that better!?”

  “Cause I’ll blend into hell better and not look so out of place.”

  “That still doesn’t answer WHY you took him into your room, b@tch!” Millie shouted.

  “Hey, I  tried, but he was clingy alright!” The hound shouted. “And nothing happened, okay! He just clung to my back and fell asleep, that’s all that happened!”

  “Oh, like I believe that after you kissed him when he was drunk!”

  “HE WHAT!?” Blitz roared, fire sprouting from his wrathful eyes.

  “I what?” The boy questioned in a quiet voice, his entire body almost folding on itself, shrinking as it looked panic stricken, the feathers and fur poofing with surprise and fear. “No, no, I… oh man.. Octavia’s going to be so mad… what did I do, what do I do… even if she doesn’t know already I have to tell her, oh man, am I the Blitz in this situation?”

  “What do you mean if you’re the ‘Blitz’!?” The b@st@rd yelled in incense.

  “I hurt people I care about and made everything worse and I’m going to lose her and I ruined Loona’s friendship-” He began rambling in a tangent as his breath became quicker.

  “I’m going to take him outside to deal with his panic attack.” Gently, Mox grabbed the boy. “Loona... make sure they don’t kill anyone.”

  “Alright...” Loona sighed as she picked the two of them up high off the ground, not even arguing with Moxxie for once. “Iruma, I’m... I’m…” The door closed before she could finish. “...Sorry…” She said in a tone that sounded regretful, her ears and her tail lowered.

  “Oh like you have the right to be sorry after what you did!” Millie accused as she tried to strangle her neck.

  “Hey! I stopped it! He’s the one who started it after Bee got him drugged and stabbed him!”

  “See Mills! It’s clearly all your brat’s fault!”

  “Why you-!”

  “It’s not his fault either!” Loona shouted, looking at them with a firm look. “If there’s anyone to be mad at, it’s that glutton b@tch taking advantage of him, so cool your murder boners for each other and anyone that isn’t her!”

  She simply glared at the b@st@rd. “Our employment at your company is under 
  
    serious
  
   consideration, Blitz.”

  “Oh you’re not going to leave, because again, call me a b@st@rd for it, call me cold, unfeeling, or whatever adjective you have up your sleeve, the kid is only around because the radio demon wants ME to mess up whatever life he has.” Blitz glared. “And for all your whining and threats, the truth is you're not going to RISK the kid leaving your side for anything. You may hate me Mills, but I f@ck@ng 
  
    know 
  
  you.”

  “… F@ck you.” He really was just... terrible.

  ========================================================================

  Alastor would really love to shake the hand of that Blitz fellow once more. That broadcast yesterday... ooooh, now THAT was entertainment! Pain, drama, suffering on the physical and mental levels, and broken walls! Truly what a delightful man! For all the suffering he loved putting the boy through, people often forget Iruma’s suffering wasn’t the ONLY one announced to all of hell. Everyone’s pain and anguish, everyone the boy ever came in contact with, Alastor heard them all and broadcasted them all.

  Of course, that wasn’t to say Young Suzuki’s plights were diminishing, oh no, after a small dry spell of happiness, the boy had been through the emotional ringer, one of which actually made Alastor invested in his romantic life for once, because it was crumbling right before his eyes! 
  “Aaah, what a delightful little investment I placed.”

  “F@ck you Alastor.” And there was the delightful peachy with a dark side voice of the princess of Hell glaring at him. “Bad enough you announce the personal drama to all of hell, now you want to rub salt in the wound?”

  
    “Heavens no.”
  
   He shook his head. 
  
    “I simply punish the boy when he’s happy as the parents rewarded him when Suzuki did their work for them. Mental conditioning at its finest I’d say.”
  
   Alastor chuckled. 
  
    “Why would I hurt him when he gave me such a delightful little viewing last night?”
  

  “You are so f@ck@ng sick.” Vaggie shook her head with a grimace.

  “I mean, this WAS the spiciest the show’s ever gotten.” Angel Dust snickered. “Kissing a girl when he already has one, and an adult at that, not to mention the little show with that succubus. Now I can mock him for f@ck@ng it all up with the birdie.” The boy’s entire existence mocks the pathetic life of the drug-addict arachnid, the latter is doomed to fail triumph over the former.

  “Really? You wanna throw fire on the roast he’s gonna get?” Husker raised an eyebrow.

  “Just the romance part.” The spider shrugged. “Cause in hell, no one really cares about you like that.”

  “Ahem!” Vaggie coughed.

  “I stand by my statement, Ms. ‘healthy s@x life’.” The spider called out.

  “He is starting to sound more and more like a bad boy… should I give him one stab or two?” Nifty was her delightful little self as always, holding and spinning a knife on top of her fingertips.

  “… I can’t havvvve anytttthing in sssself defenssse againsssst that?” Sir Pentious questioned.

  “We’re eighty percent sure she’s harmless now... last I checked.” Charlie shook her head. “Alastor aside, Iruma’s going to need time and support, especially after being tricked into drinking himself into a stupor... can’t believe Beelzebub would do something like this to a child of all people. I thought the sins barring Mammon were more respectful than that.”

  
    “Ah, what can you say, power breeds the ability to not give a lick.”
  
   Alastor chuckled as the door opened. 
  “Greetings Young Suzuki, quite the pleasure to see you again! What a lovely performance last night.”

  “Great, first I ruin my first friendship and relationship, then I’m greeted by Alastor. Today’s already an AMAZING day...” The boy muttered sarcastically as the two smaller imps escorted him.

  “Iruma …” Charlie started with a saddened expression that exerted almost maternal affection. “I know it’s a stupid question, but are you okay?”

  “Mentally or physically?” He questioned. “Because if it’s the latter… then weirdly yes… I’m walking without my limp.” The boy raised his leg. “And the pain in my back... or messed up ribs... or burn marks I got over the years... and I think my pancreas is back.” Huh?

  “Did the beezlejuice make it grow back?” Husker questioned as he stared at his own bottle of cheap booze. “...I should’ve been splurging for the expensive sh@t this whole time.”

  “It’s like every injury and scar I’ve ever gotten used to over the years vanished... it’s kind of unsettling actually.” Iruma shuddered as the princess gave him a hug.

  “It’s okay Iruma, whatever’s happened, we’ll see you through it no matter what.” Charlie reaffirmed. “You can rest in your room if you need to.”

  “No… best thing I can do is get back to my life as scheduled.” The boy sighed. “I need something to take my mind off of messing up Blitz, my relationship with Octavia, and my friendship with Loona.”

  “You didn’t mess up Blitz, he’s trash.” The female imp growled.

  “Aww, and here I quite enjoyed their adventure together. Best content Suzuki’s had in a while.”
   Alastor grinned. 
  
    “I can just imagine the number of people who are cheering when Blitz announced his intentions to the world. Good job yanking that out, young chum.”
  

  The boy’s eyes twitched as what appeared to be a slitted pupil appeared on his right eyeball. “...Shut up…”

  It was so silent that a pin could be heard dropping-no, that actually was Nifty dropping her sewing needle. “Oooooohy, defiant Chomper…. Being a 
  
    bad dog.
  
  ” The little darling grinned.

  “Ooooh, telling 
  
    
      me
    
     what to do?”
  
   He chuckled. 
  
    “A little role reversal from the normal routine? Or do you just feel a little more bold with that new look?”
  

  “Alastor, don’t.” The princess got between them.

  “Oh no, sorry your majesty, I want to 
  
    
      hear
    
     what the boy has to say.”
  
   Alastor cackled as he pulled the boy’s chains, and thrust Iruma closer. 
  
    “Now…
  
  
    
      care to speak up-”
    
  

  “I said 
  
    shut up!
  
  ” The boy interrupted with 
  
    literal b@st@@l
  
   snarl, actuallying trying to pull back as fur began growing, his body starting to raise a little in height, light feathers dressing his features as if he was wearing another set of clothes on him. “I am sick and TIRED of the constant agony you go on about 
  every single DAY!”
   At his poke of the finger, another arm manifested, looking quite bug-like... Alastor would say, termite. “So for once in your life, do everyone a favor and 
  
    shut up!”
  

  “Well, the kid’sssssssssss dead.” The snake took off his hat and saluted solemnly. “You have my ressssssssppppect, Young Iruma.”

  “He’s not going to die!” Millie shouted.

  “To be fair, the fact the brat’s mouth didn’t get him killed sooner is a miracle in itself.” Angel Dust snickered as he drank a bottle of liquor. “This was a long time coming.”

  “Angel!” Vaggie shouted.

  “You can’t tell me it isn’t true!”

  “I must say this is quite the exotic design.”
   Alastor chuckled as he clutched the boy’s arm, ignoring the growling from the boy. 
  
    “I wonder if it actually does something other than make you look like half a freak instead of a full-”
  

  CHOMP

  … Everyone turned to the blue arm... as it 
  
    bit
  
   onto his hand. “… What?” Moxxie asked, stunned. “The f@ck-”

  
    Tear
  

  And as the child pulled back, it 
  
    ripped off his finger, 
  
  gulping it down.

  “Wait, this thing is alive?” Iruma questioned, caught off guard and panic-stricken. “Do we share a stomach, does it mess up it’s own stomach, wait, do I HAVE TO PAY ALIMONY!?”

  “I don’t know…. 
  
    
      I’ll 
    
    
      rip it off to find out…!”
    
  

  “ALASTOR!”
   Ms. Morningstar shouted in anger, as horns grew and fire surrounded them.

  “Ain’t you going to stop this V@g@n@?” The spider asked.

  “Yes… I’m going to sneak up from behind while Charlie takes the front!” Oh, like that would 
  
    really
  
   work for them in the end-

  
    Pooooof
  

  What smelled like honey and pollen came into the room… as the sigil for 
  
    Gluttony 
  
  appeared on the floor. “Wait, isn’t that Beelzebub’s teleportation symbol-?” Charlie began to speak up.

  
    Fwwwwwwwoooommmmmppppffffffffff
  

  Cotton candy flew through the air out of the sigil, as well as what looked like glitter. “Wait a f@ck@ng minute...” Angel Dust stuck his tongue out to catch the glitter, his eyes lightened up. “It’s LSD! F@CK YEAH!”

  “Oh for f@cks sake Angel!” Vaggie shouted, frustrated.

  “IT’S SO STICKY!” Nifty was slowly becoming encashed in the sugary sweet confectionery.

  “What’ssssssss going on!?” The snake said with a panic shout, waving his arms erratically.

  “I’ll tell you what’s going on!”
   Suddenly Alastor began feeling a presence that made him feel... small... made him feel like if he made the wrong move... he would be 
  
    eaten. 
  
  “The Queen Bee of Gluttony is making a house call!” 
  Out of a kaleidoscope of colors bursting out of the ground, a feral figure grew out of the sigil, a constant buzzing filling the air as 
  
    the embodiment of consumption
  
   filled the room. “Yo, little blue boy, what’s up?” The 
  Deadly Sin
   asked the child, smirking.

  “Are these things alive?” Iruma asked, completely unphased as he pointed at his recent additions with teeth. “Was it the juice, did you buy my soul …” He blinked. “Did we have s@x and are these our kids?”

  She blinked back. “...PFFFFTT HAAHAHAAHAHAAHAA!!” The vulpine woman loses herself in laughter before recovering, wiping the tears out of her eyes. “Wow, you just say that, just... out of the blue. You’re exactly like your Loonie Moonie friend... or girlfriend, I honestly got confused about that whole thing.” The sin chuckled. “In order, partially, no, and not at all… but if you really wanted to, like, f@ck, that’s some boldness going for three girls in less than 24 hours.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa!” Vaggie shouted, crossing and uncrossing her waving arms a few times. “Hold on for a second!”

  “Hm?” The sin blinked and looked around the room, as if she realized where she was. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been to Pride. Don’t really see a whole lot of sinners.” She turned to Ms. Morningstar, then made a cheerful smile. “Yo Char-Char, how’s it hangin’! Have some sweets for the sweetest gal in hell.” And they tossed over some cotton candy to the girl.

  “Aww, thank you Bee.” The princess blushed. “Now, could you explain-?”

  “Hey, Ms. giant.” Husker raised a hand. “Mind restocking the bar? I’m getting too close to sober.” 

  “Well of course!” She grinned, snapping her fingers as multiple kegs of liquor formed. “Be it booze, drugs, sex, food, ask and ye shall be and indulged by yours truly!”

  Angel Dust and Vaggie looked at each other for a minute, before Vaggie tackled the spider and the two began fighting. “It’s free drugs V@g@n@, I ain’t skipping out on that!”

  “You can and you will if you want your arms intact!”

  Alastor glanced over to the imps, where Moxxie tried to stop Millie from outright murder... seems everyone was tamed enough for him to speak. 
  “Greetings Beelzebub!”
   He shouted, holding out his hand. 
  “Alastor, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.”

  The sin looked down on him with a raise of a brow, sniffing the air. “Whoa, that is some nasty energy you’re giving off... kind of sad actually.”

  Alastor twitched. 
  
    “And you reek of fornication and booze, I think that calls us even, don’t you?”
  

  “Fair enough.” The Sin turned her head as if 
  
    he wasn’t there.
  
   “So little pup, how about some breakfast?” She snapped her fingers, as piles of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice formed.

  “I’m still concerned, but you’re still the best sin I’ve met!” The boy immediately jumped towards the pile.

  
    “Not now, child.”
  
   Alastor pulled on the chains, holding him back.

  “Hey, what’s the big idea?!” The boy growled, his fur beginning to flare up.

  
    “Where are your table manners? It’s like you completely forgotten about etiquet-”
  

  “I told you to 
  
    shut UP!” 
  
  The mouths on the boy’s arm grew wider… and 
  
    sharper, 
  
  stretching itself out as he reached for the food… and 
  
    consumed 
  
  it 
  within five seconds. He sighed in satisfaction. “Ahhhh… better… wait,” He blinked. “Did I just eat with my hand?”

  “Yeah you did, pup! Now 
  
    that’s 
  
  how you use gluttony!” The sin cheered as she chuckled. “You took what you wanted in spite of what that red dog thing tried to tell you.” Oh... 
  
    now he f@ck@ng hated this 
  
  
    b@tch
  
  
    .
  

  “Moxxie, let me the f@ck go!” The female imp shouted. “She needs to pay for f@ck@n’ up my boy’s body!”

  “Just hold on for a second, I think she’s trying to be helpful!” The male imp yelled back.

  “... So... do I have to worry about feeding them or …?”

  “They’re just extra mouths on you kiddo, don’t worry about them running wild or being alive.” The b@tch chuckled. “It’s just par for the course as my successor.”

  … The silence was thick... as all 
  
    of Hell 
  
  went silent upon hearing those words. 
  
    
      “Wwwwwhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt!?!?!?”
    
  

  “Hmm. Twice in a row... wonder if I tell the other sins I could create a rule of three effect.” Beelzebub muttered.

  “Bee… what are you talking about?”’ Charlie asked, her expression completely staggered.

  “Well the rule of three effect is kind of a statement where three things happen in succession to make a joke funny. I already told the hounds, now you guys-”

  “She means what do you mean by ‘successor’?” Vaggie clarified, matching the princess’ reaction. 

  “Oooh... he’s my successor. Heir to the throne. Just like you are to your pops Lucci.”

  “Oh for f@cks sake!” Angel Dust grumbled. “You tell me this brat’s gonna be royalty!?”

  “One day, if he plays his cards right.” The b@tch grinned.

  “Not if 
  
    
      I have 
    
    anything to say about it.”
  
   Alastor cackled 
  
    
      “I 
    
    am in control of his soul. He belongs 
    
      to me.”
    
  

  “... And that f@ck@n’ matters because …?” Beelzebub tilted her head. “Like I told the pup last night, soul deals mean 
  
    d@ck
  
  . The only reason sinners get pissy about them is because they’re too p@ssy to actually do anything about it.”

  
    “The f@ck?”
  
   Angel and Husker said with a glare.

  “So go ahead and try, deer priss.” The woman smirked. “I’ll be waiting for the day he chews through the chain on his neck and into your soul.”

  “I’m… I...” The boy shook his head. “Why are you doing this?”
“Cause I saw the fire in your stomach, and I’m takin’ it up to a rampaging inferno.” Beelzebub told Young Suzuki, she then opened her third, vertical eye…three eyes staring at Young Suzuki with much more intensity. There was some wild gleam in her eyes as her grin widened, her canine teeth sharpened. “And my bet is, you’ll devour all of Hell …”
  “Not bad.” Husker patted the boy on the back.

  “Yeah, for a dog on a leash.” Angel Dust rolled his eyes.

  “….. Bad boy doggy…” Nifty drooled.

  “But...” Charlie started. “He’s not dead, he’s human…”

  “And?” Beelzebub tilted her head, her third eye now closed. “Your pop’s an angel. He still became a Sin... you know, after apotheosising the last f@ck@r’s corpse and all when he tried to bang your mom.”

  “Oooh, sounds like a story.” Angel Dust grinned. “Mind telling it in exact detail.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll put out a spread.” She created a table full of food, drinks, and drugs.

  “... Okay brat, if I will EVER agree with you on anything... best Sin ever.”

  “Yeah!” The boy cheered.

  “Really not supposed to be cheering for sin...” Charlie grumbled. Hmm, should Alastor push for the support on Charlie’s side, or cause some rage by pointing out she’s not supporting the woman who’s supporting Suzuki …… well the woman was a b@tch he did not like, and it would bother the princess either way.

  
    “Indeed, such a gluttonous display is 
    
      quite 
    
    distasteful.”
  
   Alastor shook his head.

  “Alastor, you 
  
    torture 
  
  a kid for sh@ts and giggles, you don’t have a leg to stand on!” Vaggie shouted.

  
    “My own staff is one thing, but I haven’t even dreamt of hurting the patrons Charlie’s trying to redeem.”
  
   It was fun to watch them crash and burn on their own.

  “He 
  
    sadly 
  
  has a point there…” The princess groaned. Hm, maybe he should switch up the passive aggressive taunts for just a moment. After all, the goal was to get a deal out of the princess eventually-

  
    Smack 
  

  A smashing of the doors led to everyone turning their attention... to the young goetia. 
  “Iruma!”

  “Well, I’m dead.” The boy sighed.

  ========================================================================

  Octavia had... many emotions from last night. Hate at Blitzo for dragging Iruma into L@st and almost getting him raped, Loona for dragging them to a party and KISSING him, Verosika Mayday trying to seduce him (although surprisingly not as much as she expected, the succubus was really respectful and sweet about it, and knowing how much Iruma respected and cherished Octavia really made her heart float), and Beelzebub for getting the boy drunk and hurt. 

  Of course, with all those feelings erupting from her head, there was one solitary thought through her head. 
  “Iruma!” 
  She charged through the doors of that tacky hotel. Making sure her boyfriend was alright.

  “Well I’m dead.” He turned to see her… the boy’s body changed beyond belief, with fur, strange bone-like protruding, and strangely adorable looking feathers. “Octavia, I know I messed up and you have every right to be mad at me, especially after everything that’s happened with your parents and Blitz and I-”

  “Shut up and let me hug you!” She immediately tackled the boy with comfort. “Are you alright!?”

  “... Mentally or physically, because if the former, I’m confused on SO many aspects.” Her boyfriend blinked. “You’re... you’re not mad?

  “Of course not! You were drunk and dragged there against your will. I’m mad at EVERYONE ELSE in your life at the moment.” She pointed at the small imps. “Those two for leaving you with that red d@ck.”

  “Hey, I tried to fix my mistake immediately!” The girl shouted.

  “Said d@ck for dragging you and almost getting you raped 
  
    again, 
  
  his b@tch of a daughter for taking advantage of you while you were drunk.”

  “But-”

  “This b@tch for 
  
    getting 
  
  you drunk!” She pointed to the sin.

  “Hey again birdie.” They grinned without shame.

  “And him!” She pointed at Alastor, his yellow toothily smile looked really, 
  
    really
  
   punchable. “For... existing!”

  “Did you not like the show last night? Personally, it was one of my favorite broadcasts in a while.”

  “If I could kill you I would!”

  “I have an angelic spear you can use.” The gray sinner held the weapon up.

  … Octavia snatched it and marched in the radio demon’s direction. 
  
    “Oooooh, look who’s getting 
    
      cocky.. you know..”
    
  
   The demon’s voice got louder.. and 
  
    distorted… and 
  
  
    unnatural. 
  
  
    “It was my pastime to kill arrogant demons supposedly stronger than me… how about I give hell a reminder of that-!”
  

  
    “Alastor-!” 
  
  The princess of hell began to shout-

  
    Chomp
  

  … Before Iruma grabbed ahold of the radio demon’s leg... and 
  
    ripped 
  
  a piece off. 
  
    “Stay 
  
  
    away 
  
  from her, Alastor!!!!”

  
    
      “Oh you little-!”
    
  
   And Octavia used the fact he wasn’t looking at her to stab his leg. His eye twitched. 
  
    “F@CK@NG!”
  

  “Enough!” 
  The princess pulled the two back. “I know out of anyone here he deserves it... but Iruma... 
  
    do
  
   you want his blood on your hands?”

  “Alastor alone is the only one who deserves it.” Iruma growled.

  The princess’ stare was firm but gentle. “And do you want that to happen today?”

  Iruma looked at the man... glaring... before sighing. “No... my life is good... I’m not going to ruin it by getting my hands dirty... he’s barely good for food.”

  “D@mn.” Husk cackled. “I’ll drink to that!”

  Octavia continued glaring at the man... before dropping the spear and turning to the princess. “One day you’re going to regret letting that b@st@rd live a minute longer.”

  “Trust me... I already do.” The princess sighed.

  “Wow Char-Char, rarely see you lay down the law, nice.” Beelzebub grinned as she tossed the princess a batch of cotton candy. The sin looked at her boyfriend. “And pup, 
  
    now that 
  
  is the fire I’m talking about! You fought back against this red sh@t in spite of your chains. You 
  
    can 
  
  have it all! You just need the push to see it through.”

  Iruma sighed as he turned to her, his face full of concern. “Are you alright, Via? He didn’t touch you? You’re not hurt?” He looked her over.

  “I’m good Iruma... I’d be better if the b@st@rd died but...” Iruma hugged her, instinctively Octavia hugged him back. “Thank you-” The hug got harder... and more 
  
    intimate
  
  . “Oh... so... public...”

  “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-!” The arm wrapped itself around her and brought her even closer, Iruma blinked in surprise. “I thought you said it wasn’t alive!”

  “It’s reacting to subconscious impulses.” The sin shrugged. “It does nothing you don’t want to do.”

  “Oooh, I wonder what would happen if he was given full access to Alastor’s organs.” Nifty questioned with a giggle.

  
    “
    Not
     in a million years.”
  
   The twitchy overlord growled, looking over his bleeding leg.

  “Never say never.” The gray demon snickered.

  Octavia felt the fur... felt the feathers rubbing up and down against his back… it felt so good…. She wanted it to 
  
    last. 
  
  
    “….Harder.” 
  
  Octavia spoke with closed eyes.

  “Huh?”

  
    “Squeeze me harder.”
  

  “... Are you alright?” Iruma asked, the arm loosening as he looked at her in concern, along with multiple others.

  “Guess the h@rny apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” The spider demon cackled as he snorted white powder up his nose. The goetia opened her eyes and blinked a few times, feeling awkward and embarrassed.

  “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Octavia nervously chuckled. “Just... fine.” 
  
    You’d be more fine if he picked you up and carried you back to his room where you-
  
  shut up! Iruma did 
  
    not 
  
  need this right now! “So um... your body …”

  “Yeah, apparently Bee did this because I’m her successor or something... the last two days have been a wild rush of emotions and revelations.” Iruma sighed. “I have no idea why my body has these changes.”

  “You’re a Sin now, or rather, you’re a proto-sin, like Char-Char here or Satan’s kid.” Bee smiled. “Your body reflects your soul. The pack loving wolf, the vicious all devouring termite... and what I’m guessing is a little bit bluejay cause of your girl here.”

  “Ahh...” Iruma nodded. “… Guess I’m stuck with the bluebird nickname for the long haul.”

  “I mean...” The snake looked it over, his lips pursed. “It’sssssss not a bad look on you, a bit buzzzzy but a fairly normal appearencccccce by hell ssssstandardssss.” He nodded.

  “... So wait.” She blinked, turning to Beelzebub. “The f@ck do you mean successor?”

  “So, full disclosure so we don’t have to rehash anything over the long haul.” The woman said, looking at Iruma. “You’ll be taking my empire when I feel you’re ready. Gonna let you grow up on your own and take charge. Don’t be afraid to go wild, gluttony be like that. Not gonna offer you TOO much protection though, so don’t think it’s a way out of whatever you’re dealing with.”

  “So it’s like you loosened the chains, but not take them off him?” Charlie asked.

  “Correct.” Beelzebub grinned. “If he 
  
    really
  
   wants to be a Sin, he’ll break them off himself. If not, it wasn’t meant to be.” She nuzzled Iruma’s head. “But he is the most gluttonous soul I’ve met since... well, since me, so I’d bet my cards on him.”

  “… Iruma’s going to be royalty.” Moxxie said breathlessly in a daze. 

  “My baby’s a prince!” Millie shouted, her ecstatic face sparkling.

  “I still think the best thing for him would be to get out of hel-” The princess of hell tried to interject, looking awkwardly conflicted.

  “Ooh, now I can give you this roach crown!” Nifty ran on top of the boy and placed a crown made out of dead roaches on his head. “Don’t worry. Next time I’ll make em out of termites, or blue jays if I find them!”

  “... I appreciate the gesture.” Her boyfriend weakly smiled.

  “A sin huh...” Octavia chuckled. “You’d be higher than my father…” The idea of Iruma being a leader like that... hilarious... but... also really cute to think about.

  The fox-insect woman nodded to the group with a smile. “Anyway, I’ma head out for now, you b@st@rds and b@tch@s know where to find me. Anyone need more drugs and booze before I skip?”

  “Yes ple-” The gray woman had the spider in the headlock. “Trust me V@g@n@, I’ve slipped out of buffier and more feminine holds than you, you can’t hold me down!”

  “I guess that's a no.” A vortex formed as she began to move on the other side. “Oh, and one more thing, pup.” The sin smiled slyly as she walked out the portal. “Gluttony doesn’t just apply to food! Don’t be afraid to go after meals, freedom, friends, family, or even women!”

  Octavia’s eyes widened. “What?!”

  “Or men, whatever you’re into. It’s hell, no one judges!” And with a peace sign on 
  that
   note, the vortex closed.

  “….So that happened…” Husk muttered, drinking out of the kegs of beelzejuice. “Drink for the occasion?”

  “I will rip your head off.” Octavia threatened as she pushed Iruma away.

  “Actually I could use something small to take my mind off of... 
  
    everything
  
  .” Iruma spoke with a dazed, confused, and terrified look in his eye, his body clinging to hers. “She wants me to rule Gluttony... I… I have no idea how to take that.”

  
    “Oh no need to worry about that Young Suzuki.”
  
   The b@st@rd grinned. 
  “Worst case scenario, I can simply make you a middle manager and rule the ring myself.”

  “Oh f@ck off Alastor!” The princess shouted. “Right now 
  
    you’re lucky 
  
  to be here!”

  
    “And I’m grateful to broadcast such a delightful little switch of the hierarchy of hell to the world.”
  

  “Oh, did that include getting your ass kicked five minutes ago?” Octavia smirked.

  “Your dog on a leash disobeying and taking a bite out of you.” Husk cackled with a satisfied smirk. “Cause it’s not like you care about people seeing you as untouchable or anything.”

  “Yeah, let it be known that all it takes to take down the radio demon is one teenage goetia and one human.” Vaggie smirked in satisfaction.

  The man simply twitched. 
  
    “... Welp, I guess that little fumble’s on me.”
  
   He chuckled. 
  
    “I believe I’ll go clean myself up now, don’t want to stain the carpet.”
  
   And with that, the bastard vanished into the shadows.

  Iruma blinked. “He... just left it at that…”

  “... Yeah …” Husk noted. “... Either he really doesn’t wanna fight and plans on f@ck@n’ us over later, or …” He shook his head.

  “Or he really really likes you!” Nifty cackled. “Just like me when I first met the boss! He said I had an eye for cleaning.”

  “… I think I’ll take the torture.” Iruma shook his head. “This is way too much for one morning.”

  “How about we get breakfast going and... decompress this and all its implications.” The princess of hell sighed before directing her attention to the guests, her smile was strained but still had warmth in it. “Octavia, Millie, Moxxie, you’re welcome to join us.”

  “Yeah... that sounds good.” Octavia nodded as she held her boyfriend close… so many people wanted to take advantage of him around every corner… she needed to stick closer at all times. 

  ========================================================================

  Velvette was glad she invested in some earplugs, because if she was actually listening to Vox’s shouts with bare ears, she would’ve gone deaf ten times over. 
  
    “F@ck@ng f@ck you little f@ck b@tch fuuuuucccck!!”
  

  “Surprised you’re not joining his rampage.” She deadpanned to Val.

  “Oh, I already blew my rage load with about fifteen whores after the ‘successor’ announcement. I’m just puffin’ smoke angrily now.” Val huffed one of his cigars. “I did 
  
    not 
  
  need to wake up to this again.”
“F@ck@ng sh@t hell f@ck f@ck f@ckkk!” Vox threw the tv screen against the wall. “How the f@ck does this little bastard keep falling ass backwards into good fortune!? The heir to f@ck@ng Gluttony!? He’s not even a sinner, how the f@ck is this even possible!?!?!?” He screamed in rage.
  “Hmm... you gonna calm him down?”

  “Too much effort.” Val shrugged. “You?”

  “As much as I’m p@ss@d off, I’m more worried.” She admitted. “Alastor now has a sin’s successor under his belt, AND seeks to make a deal with the princess of hell.” Two levels of royalty. He’d own Pride within a matter of years.

  “All because he got 
  
    
      f@ck@ng lucky 
    
    with that little sh@t!! No no no all the f@cks no!”
  
   Vox screamed out as lightning struck from the sky.

  “Hmm... what if we hire that Striker imp to off Al?” Val questioned. “He kills Goetia for money, why not overlords?”

  “Little f@ck@r failed twice against those imp losers, but they are the easiest access we have to someone with heaven weaponry.” Velvette grumbled. “Doubt the b@tch Carmine will be willing to lend any to us with her own little soft spot for the sh@t.”

  “Why the f@ck is this little sh@t making all these demons soft and bend over him.” Val muttered. “He’s a one and done c@m dump at best.”

  
    “We don’t even need to kill him!”
  
   Vox screamed, finally looking like he was done with his temper tantrum. 
  “We just need some F@CK@NG CONTROL over this F@CK@NG SITUATION! A contract with the brat, a piece of blackmail, a way to force the princess into a deal, f@ck@ng 
  
    anything!”
  

  “The centerpiece of so many weak points and we can’t even get close.” Ain’t no way the kid was going to just waltz into their hands after they failed to kill him. “You know… the kid hates Alastor just as much as we do.” Vel narrowed her eyes, getting a small hint of an idea. “Probably more so... and right now he’s a rabid dog barely on a leash about to break.”

  
    “A rabid dog that hates all of us just as well.”
  
   Vox pointed out, but looked considerate. 
  
    “Although if we push him in another direction …”
  
   He pulled up a screen. 
  “Alastor, Satina, Missi Zilla, Octavia Goetia, and Carmilla Carmine. Those are the five people he’s indebted to.”

  “Carmine treats him too well for him to even consider it control.” Val rolled his eyes. “And the most we can do with the bird b@tch is make her so obsessive she locks him away from everyone around him... or kill the radio demon.”

  “If princess bleeding heart b@tch didn’t get in the way, there could've been a chance at that.”
   Vox grumbled. 
  “But he was threatened to take Missi’s… and tricked by the Wrath brat... if there’s a chance to 
  
    
      take 
    
    one of the contracts, it’s going to be from those two.”
  

  Val grinned. “I think I can help with that …”

  “Val, she’s the daughter of the literal definition of true devil. If you try raping her, you WILL destroy Pride as collateral.” Velvette groaned.

  “Hey, I don’t 
  
    always 
  
  think with my d@ck.” The moth man argued.

  “Missi doesn’t seem too attached, but given the other overlords’ general dislike of us, we’d have to give up a lot of resources for a sale.”
   Vox grumbled. 
  “Vel, you’ll have to play damage control when that meeting pops up.”

  “Like that’s any different than what I do now.” Always playing to others’ desires.

  
    “Just you wait brat …”
  
   Vox chuckled as he threw a knife at the picture of the human. 
  
    “We’re coming for you.”
  

  “... So if he has a hate shrine to both Alastor AND the boy, does that mean he wants to hate f@ck them both?” Val questioned.

  
    “How about I rip your ass a new one for your f@ck@ng mouth!?”
  

  “Yeah, let's do this sh@t!” Ugh, why did she have to team up with such h@rny idiots?

  ========================================================================

  Carmine grumbled to herself. “Clara, how long until the turrets’ cooldown?” They weren’t holy bullets, she wasn’t a savage serial killer, but enough regular lead was around to fire off a good hundred rounds into trespassing armies.

  “We have about two hundred rounds, so for an average sinner.. about ten-fifteen minutes of impasse.” Her daughter shook her head. “Are these idiots so desperate about the next extermination they’re willing to steal from an overlord?”

  “That or they just want to kill anybody they hate before the six months are up.” Odette rolled her eyes. “Speaking of, we have another wave inbound. Should I pull out the missiles while the turrets are still cooling?”

  “Save it for now. I’d rather not clean up the blood on the walls.” While being an overlord commanded fear and respect, it also invited challenges from those that were clearly too stupid to live.

  “So should we pull out the assault rifles then?” Clara asked. “Cause otherwise they’re gonna start scratching the front door with that truck.”

  “Try to block this, b@tch@s!!!” The demon driving the truck began speeding their way towards the building. Sad part was this wasn’t even the top fifteen worst ambushes she’s had to deal with.

  “Prepare fire in five, four-” She blinked as she saw a familiar hair of blue in the path of the truck. “Is it Tuesday already?” The sudden mob outside her home made her forget about her schedule.

  “Oh cool, Suzuki’s here.” Clara smiled. “... Oh sh@t, look out for the-!” And then two massive maws manifested from the boy’s arm. “-Truck?”

  
    Chomp
  

  “Hm?” The boy blinked as 
  
    the entire front and motor 
  
  of the truck had been 
  
    consumed. 
  
  “Oh, sorry, new mouth arms. Instinct kinda  took over.”

  “... Sorry, the f@ck?” Odette blinked as they looked down at the street, sinners looking around in confusion.

  “Hey, little sh@t! We’re trying to break into this house and steal sh@t, get out of the way!” One of the demons shouted as they ran to the kid with a baseball bat covered in nails.

  
    Crack
  

  And said bat was broken on contact with the hardened limb. “... The f@ck?”

  “Leave.” Suzuki stated with a glare as a low buzzing/growling came from his body. “I’m VERY annoyed today, and I can’t control my body. This is a mercy, because I may or may not start eating people without trying.”

  “Wait a minute… That's the radio brat!” Another demon shouted. “Didn’t ya hear!! He made a deal with Beelzebub!!” 

  
    “… 
    
      Huh?”
    
  
   Her daughters and herself blinked in shock.

  “Oh I ain’t f@ck@n with that crazy sh@t! Book it!”

  The crowd began running away... in 
  
    fear 
  
  of the boy... the boy that Carmine couldn’t and 
  
    still 
  
  couldn’t see hurting anybody. “… Is this a dream?” Clara asked, dumbfounded. Odette pinched her. “OW!”

  “Had to check.”

  They made their way down, as Suzuki walked up to the door, he waved at them awkwardly. “Hey Ms. Carmine. Sorry I’m late, had a... rough couple of hours.”

  “… It’s alright.” Carmilla slowly nodded. “You... actually saved us quite a bit of resources deescalating the mob outside, so thank you.”

  “Oh… you’re welcome... transformations go off from instincts, so there’s no telling how it acts.” The boy looked at his arms.

  “Yeah... weren’t you human a few days ago?” Odette questioned.

  “Oh, it’s a bit of a long story, but apparently Bee, the Sin, liked me, stabbed me with something after getting me drunk, now I’m her successor.”

  “…. Huh?” 
  Once again, they were confused.

  “The longer story involves Blitz embarrassing himself and me accidentally cheating on Octavia.” The boy sighed. “I’d really rather just start on work again if that isn’t too much trouble.”

  “Of course …” She looked at the boy’s body, frowning slightly. “... Can you control yourself?”

  “Honestly? Not even a little bit.” He sighed. “If I feel like I’m under attack, it goes off.”

  “Hm… then can you still touch this?” Clara, with gloves, handed the boy an angelic weapon.

  The boy grabbed it with his furry hand.. and nothing happened. “Guess I can. That would’ve been a bummer if I couldn’t work anymore.”

  “That or your holy gauntlet could’ve burned you from the inside out.” Odette pointed out with a disturbed, wincing look. 

  “Oh yeah, completely forgot about that.” He mumbled.  “... Guess I 
  
    really
  
   got lucky there.”

  “Yeah… lucky...” So much resilience for one broken soul. “Let’s not stand around anymore and idle. There’s still work to be done today. Girls, take the boy to the shop. Have him learn how to craft firearms.”

  “Oh, I already know that.” The boy smiled. “I figured if I learned how to build guns, it would be easier to take them apart when I have to sneak into some shady guy’s warehouse and grab a suitcase full of goods cause someone asked me.”

  “….” Impressive... but concerning... very... very concerning.

  ========================================================================

  Emily smiled. “Success.” No one would ever suspect her plan... a body double made out of feathers, hidden under a blanket! “Now I can sneak out of heaven anytime I want! Habahahaha…. Oh god what am I becoming?” Yelling at people, advocating for murder. Lying, stealing, sneaking... Emily was 
  
    never 
  
  capable of doing anything like this before.

  Maybe Sera was right, and all this exposure to demons on a constant basis was slowly causing her to veer into fallen territory... should she take a break? … no, she needed to double check on Iruma and his safety. After what happened with those human agents... she couldn’t afford to 
  
    not 
  
  risk anything. She already promised herself.. the Suzukis would 
  
    die 
  
  at her hands… 

  Emily shook her head. Her fate wasn’t something she was worried about in the slightest. Iruma’s wellbeing  is and will always be her top priority. Until his contracts broke, she would do everything she could to make life better for him…. Even if she had to tolerate the imps. At least Millie seemed emphatic enough.

  “Now, the all seeing eyes said they should be somewhere around Iraq.” Emily muttered as she left the portal …

  Boom

  “Ah, of course. Drag the boy to a war zone.” What else was she expecting?

  “Blitz! What the f@ck did you get us into now!?” The furious voice of Millie shouted as Emily flew over to the source. “You said we just had to kill some random shmo in the desert; not a freaking Taliban leader!”

  “It’s the desert Millie! It’s hot and full of sand! Who the f@ck wages war in a f@ck@ng desert?!” The voice of Blitz screamed as something exploded. “Mox, how are we on explosives!?”

  “Good enough, but our cover’s starting to fail!” The small imp shouted as another explosion came up. 

  “Don’t worry, I 
  
    think 
  
  my mouth can eat all the bullets!” 
  
    What!?
  

  “Iruma no!” Emily shouted, flying down to him and letting herself become visible. “I know you’re better than trying to catch bullets in your …” She blinked. “… Mouth …”

  “Oh… hey Emily.” The boy smiled and waved at her... with his furry (or were they feathery, it was hard to tell) hand. “I know... it’s a little jarring...”

  “... You made another contract, didn’t you?” She asked.

  “I thought the same thing too.” He nodded. “Apparently Beelzebub made me her successor and did this.”

  “Beelzebub, the Sin of Gluttony!?” Emily shouted in great shock as bullets were fired at her back, and bounced right off. She glared at the source. “Hey, I’m trying to talk to my son over here!” She shouted over the raging war.

  “Gah! Right in the asscheek!” Blitz shouted, as he fired back.

  “Walk it off, b@tch!” Millie shouted to the tall imp.

  “You walk off a bullet going up your box and you see how you like it!”

  “Sir, Millie, this really isn’t the time!” Moxxie called out as he fired off bullets in rapid succession. 

  “… What’s with them?” Emily asked in confusion. “I feel like the dynamic has flipped in some way.”

  “Blitz took me out on a trip to spy on their date, and Millie blames him for the bad experience.” Iruma explained. “It’s kind of what led to... this.” Iruma pointed to himself.

  “That’s the 
  
    least 
  
  of it!” Millie shouted. “This f@ckh@@d almost got the tot 
  
    raped!”
  

  “…” Emily stared blankly at the tall demon.

  “Look, lady, before you-”

  
    Booom
  

  Emily thrusted her fist into the man’s face and sent him over the war zone “… It’s only because you’re friends with him that he’s alive.” She told the boy. 

  “It’s not entirely his fault... I’m not the only one that has issues in hell.” Iruma sighed. “... So yeah, it’s just been a bit of a roller coaster, and my body is somehow the 
  
    least
  
   of my problems... completely cured everything, but it acts out of control.” He pointed to his arm… which had 
  
    large 
  
  teeth and mouths over it. “It’s supposedly does only what my subconscious wants, but I never know when that is, and if someone gets to close they might get hurt and I’m really worried that I might never be able to hug someone again and-”

  “Iruma...” She hugged the boy, and the arm didn’t bite her. She looked straight at him in the eyes, mustering all the maternal affection and love for him forward so he can see them. “After all you’ve been through, I have no right to judge. And when I look at you… I can see nothing less than the kindest and sweetest soul that ever existed... that’s true, past and present.”

  Poof

  … His body became fluffier and softer and so amazing to hold. “Thank you...” He cried, tears of relief leaking from his eyes. 

  “He’s Beautiful…” Millie awed as another bomb went off, snapping her out. “Hey! This is a precious family moment we’re trying to have here!” She chucked a grenade out into the world.

  “So, feathers... you have wings?” Emily smiled hopefully.

  “I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “It’s not like I can just want to fly and-”

  
    Riiip
  

  The back of his suit was torn open, as a strange yet inspiring mix of crystalline insect wings, and blue colored bird wings popped out from behind him. “…. I’m 
  
    really 
  
  never going to lose that bluebird nickname now.”

  “They’re… majestic…” Emily cooed as she gently stroked the bird wings. “Something this amazing... came out of hell?”

  “It’s... amazing.” Iruma smiled. “I... It feels more like home than Earth ever did.”

  “… I’m glad…” How… how did Hell succeed in helping a single child while Heaven did nothing... if Adam wasn’t working on freeing the boy... she might have given up on her home altogether by this point. “You... want to try... practicing how to fly... together?”

  “That…sounds fun.” Iruma gleamed with a bright smile. “So do you just flap-” And he went flying straight into the path of the bullets. “NOT THAT WAY-!” He screamed, arguing with his body as it moved around erratically.

  “I got you, I got you, I got you!” Emily shouted as she caught up to him, and held him in the air. “I always got you Iruma …I always will.”

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  Loona watched as the kid patted himself down. “Alright, I think I have enough control to promise that no one around me will die.” The kid wiped away dust off his 
  
    adorable-totally
  
   normal fur. “Flying is still going to be a no-no for a long time.” 

  “So …” Moxxie started writing in his book. “Insectoid exoskeleton for protection, bird wings, wolf claws, subconscious jaws, a hidden arm, mass expansion... has your leg done anything?”

  “No, not that I’ve been aware of... though it kind of feels cramped.” The kid sat down next to Loona, making her heart pace-making her feel 
  
    nothing 
  
  at all-as he took off his shoe, which reached a hellhound-like foot, covered in fur, though the toes were a bit longer, almost resembling bird-like talons. “Ugh, feels like it’s been forced through a meat grinder. Do people even make shoes for this?”

  “Sinners can get their stuff custom made if you know the right tailors.” Millie nodded. “We can stop by Rosie’s tomorrow and get your stuff refitted, tot.”

  “That does sound nice.” Iruma nodded as he moved around his leg. “The soul scar might be gone but it feels as sore as ever.”

  “I could... you know... help with that.” Loona muttered as she looked away.

  “How so?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused 
  
    cute puppy
  
  -in his usual dumbass way!

  “You... just place your leg up before I change my mind.” Why was she even doing this? She had no reason to help anyone out! No one ever helped her so she was unhelpful right back, that was her whole deal! 

  “Got it.” The boy proceeded to lift the thing up, as the b@tch began glaring at Loona.

  “Don’t you dare-”

  “He rubbed my feet, I’m paying it back, that’s all b@tch.” Loona growled back as she began. “I’m a hellhound and you’re part one now... sort of, I know the sore spots a little better.”

  “Ahhhh... that feels nice.” His body shifted again, the boney parts vanishing inside as he began slumping in place.

  “So the bones disappear when he’s relaxed, but not the fur. Interesting.” The fatty began writing down. “I wonder if he inherited Beelzebub’s ability to absorb positive energy?”

  “She eats electricity?” The kid asked in his cute
  
    -dumbass 
  
  way. “How would that taste …?”

  “He meant emotions and sh@t.” Loona explained. “Basically like how people have a good time at a party and feel good. Other people feeling good makes her feel good or something like that.”

  “Oh... that’s a nice thought. Making people happy making you full... two good things at once.” He gave a cute chuckle. “ … I’m sorry Loona …” She turned to him, his face was apologetic, concerned and regretful. “About the kiss... I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything …”

  “Oh…” She turned her head away to hide her blush, feeling awkward and flustered recalling that…memory. “It’s fine. You weren’t yourself...” Neither was she if she thought kissing the kid 
  
    back 
  
  was a good idea! What the f@ck was she thinking?! Just because the kid was nice and understanding and non-judgmental and never got upset with her and always gave her head rubs and made her feel good whenever they talked….

  Oh... sh@t. Did she… she… did she actually 
  
    like 
  
  Iruma like-

  The door to the office opened up as Octavia came in. “Hey Iruma-” She stopped, noticing their position. 

  “Hey Via-chan.” The boy smiled, not understanding the context or rising tension in the slightest. “Did you need something?” Bad thing about liking such a nice guy… everyone knew it was 
  
    never 
  
  his fault.

  “Actually yes, yes I did ...” The bird girl smiled with a far too happy grin. “I originally came here to hang out with you and punch that red d@ck through a wall, but seeing as how the latter isn’t here now, I’ll need to have a 
  
    private chat 
  
  with Loona right here.”

  He blinked for a few seconds. “Alright.” He began walking over to the fatty and b@tch, but stopped for a moment. “Um... Via-chan?”

  “Yes?”

  His expression was pleading. “I know you might be mad... but I did the stuff when I was drunk, not Loona. Please don’t hurt her.”

  “You can hurt her a little.” The b@tch muttered under her breath.

  “Don’t worry Iruma-kun, I have it 
  
    handled.” 
  
  The owl pecked the boy on the cheek before turning to her. “Move to the hallway, or I will 
  
    do it myself.”
  

  “I’m on it.” Loona rolled her eyes as she walked outside, waiting until the bird came out, closing the door behind them. “So... is this a ‘beat me up’ moment, a ‘shout at me’ moment, or a ‘today you die’ moment?”

  “... You know, you really are like your dad when you say sh@t like that.” The bird glared.

  “Oh, you mean just like you by constantly having the kid on your mind like your dad has Blitz’s dic-”

  “
  
    You 
  
  don’t get 
  to use that card today, not after last night”. Octavia glared with glowing red eyes.

  “Right right.” She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, sh@t got out of hand at the party. I felt alone and Blitz just... helped ease me in with the right people.”

  “Right, right, cause you're the 
  
    sensitive 
  
  hellhound that’s always cautious about how she feels.” The girl shook her head. “Uggh... I could look past making sh@tty decisions at a party, I can look past feeling uncomfortable, because oddly enough, I feel like I would’ve been in the same place.” Octavia sighed. “But… you 
  
    kissed 
  
  Iruma.”

  “He was drunk-!”

  “I don’t blame him for kissing you, and if it was 
  
    just 
  
  that, I wouldn’t be mad at you either.” Octavia pointed out accusedly. “You got him away from Beelzebub and tried to stop her, I listened to the broadcast, I 
  
    know 
  
  you were trying to help.” She said. “But when he kissed you, you didn’t pull away... you leaned 
  
    into
  
   it.”

  “I-”

  “More than that, you 
  
    returned 
  
  it, kissed him back.”

  “I pulled away, I realized it was dumb-!”

  “Because you felt guilty... or... because... 
  
    you 
  
  care about Iruma.” The girl marched forward and started looming a bit taller than Loona in stature. “You 
  
    like 
  
  him.”

  “I’m-”

  “I’ve heard the age argument before, it means 
  
    sh@t 
  
  in hell!” Octavia shouted. “You 
  
    like
  
   Iruma, as more than a f@ck@ng friend.”

  Loona winced, looking down. “… I didn’t think I did …” She sighed. “Thought it was just a friend thing …” 

  “Uh huh.” Octavia crossed her arms.

  “It was... nice hanging around him, he wasn’t annoying like the other people in my life... the image of him in a dress did some weird stuff to my head though.” Loona kept going, feeling weirdly lighter. “And he was just… good for me… he’s never judged me, never treated me like I’m lower than him… f@ck, I really didn’t want to be like this, if I could change it I could…”

  “But...” Octavia leaned closer.

  “… I don’t regret it.” Loona stated, admitting it to her... and to herself. “I tried to… but I didn't. I wanted it, I wanted 
  
    him.”
  
   Wanted his hold... his lips... “I just... wanted to... keep going... it felt warm and good and he’s just the least sh@tty thing in my life and I love it when he caresses his hands on my head…ghaaaaaah!” She shouted in frustration as she got on the ground. “I’m sorry... I 
  
    do 
  
  like him…. It’s stupid… but I 
  
    like him.”
  
   A lot.

  There was a long, long quiet pause as the bird slid down next to her, the both of them sitting on the ground in silence. “So… what are you going to do?” Octavia asked after what felt like an hour.

  “Drink and live with the fact that the first guy I have a crush on is taken?” Loona sarcastically asked.

  “I thought that was the Tex hound guy?”

  “Dude already came out he was taken, so both would apply.” Loona groaned. “Look, I like the kid... a lot, but I’m not a f@ck@ng homewrecker like Blitz is. I’ll back off… I’ll just… bury it until it goes away.” Had to fade eventually, right? People moved on all the f@ck@n’ time.

  “And I’m suppose to go off your f@ck@ng word?”

  “You 
  
    literally 
  
  hear everything all the time. How the f@ck would I get away with anything?” Anybody that made a move would risk the wrath of a goetia.

  “I guess I’ll live with that.” The bird girl groaned. “But do that again... 
  
    and I will fuck you up.”
  

  “… Understood.” Sometimes it sucked to be among the bottom of the hierarchy. “... What about that Verosika chick?” She didn’t know the full story, but she heard enough from Millie’s ranting.

  “Surprisingly, I’m not all that mad at her.” Octavia muttered. “She gave Iruma advice… “ the girl blushed. “Advice I’m... hoping he puts into practice.”

  “You really are like your dad like this.”

  “Again, no room to talk.”'
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