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Okay, I know I should be working on many other stories...but I love Helluva Boss, and after someone already did a Loona de-aging fanfic (that sadly had very few canon things there, but it was still a very good story despite that), I had to get on mine, since Loona's my favorite. For those paying attention to Helluva Boss, a fair warning: this story occurs a bit after Loona gets her Hellbies shot, so some of the other things that have happened aren't going to happen in this story. I've taken a few liberties with some of the Sins that haven't appeared and Loona's past as well (as we don't know exactly what happened), so take that into account as well. Anyway, as a warning, this is Hell, so there's going to be a lot of complicated content warnings for this story that I urge you to take heed of in the tags. I promise to warn you when they come, but I do want to warn you ahead of time. Anyway, on with the show! - Chapter One: Expectations. - Octavia was tired of hearing her parents fighting, especially when it involved her. Stolas and Stella - her father and mother - were screeching at each other like homicidal demonic barn owls (don’t ask her how she knew that; some things weren’t meant for living human minds), barely paying attention to her, and yet…custody. Fucking custody. Over her. Just…why? It wasn’t fair. Yes, Loona had said that families were complicated, but this right after she had run away the last time… The owl-like Goetia heiress froze. Loona. The hellhound was definitely a bit rough around the edges, definitely sarcastic and rude, but she could talk to her, maybe? The last time, when she was lost on Earth, looking for a meteor shower she had waited years to see, it had been Loona who found her…and unlocked a side of her she thought was missing. Octavia felt like - in Loona - she had a sister, an elder sister she could confide in, someone braver than she was, someone whom she could…look up to, maybe? Her fucking emotions were getting the best of her, maybe, but hell with it. Lucifer, what if I’m being…no, time to be brave, Via, show Father and Mother what a mistake they’re making. She was going to go to I.M.P., maybe read from the Grimoire, maybe find a way to placate her parents, somehow, maybe talk to Loona, see what she thought. She had no idea Loona was already having a bad day. - Loona was pissed at Moxxie. Fucking fatass (he wasn’t really fat, she admitted to herself, but she needed another reason to hate the smug little prick.) imp was beyond late to work along with Millie, his wife. Bad enough she had five fucking years worth of her yearly Hellbies shot (She hated shots. Shots in the pound usually meant…euthanization for the hellhounds who aged out…like she had nearly been before Blitzo - known to all as “Blitz”; the “o” was silent - had adopted her. Blitz had lied to her twice, by the way: it was not “one little prick”, and her ass was still sore from it, so he lied about not feeling it as well. Thank Lucifer the cone was off, at least.) a week ago, but now he was pacing the halls, trying to figure out where they were. “Goddammit, if you could be any later, Moxxie, I’d need a fucking stopwatch to fucking time you…” Blitz muttered. If his voice didn’t clearly show his annoyance, the tic of him scratching the white and black, curved horns on his bald head certainly did. Loona knew that if the imp paced any more, he was going to wear out the floorboards - and they had survived a fire from hellectric eels (don’t ask), so she personally knew how tough they were to destroy and/or wear out. She flicked her bluish-gray hair fur to one side, her red eyes firmly focused on her most prized possession: her H-Phone 666 LX, a gift to her from Blitz for her twenty-first birthday a year ago. Then Moxxie and Millie broke down the door - quite literally. “You know that’s coming out of your paycheck, fatass,” Loona said, not even looking up from her phone as it played VoxTube videos. No response. She raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like Moxxie to not defend himself from her taunts. “Okay, why are you two fucking hours late?” Blitz demanded. “We were supposed to be using the Grimoire for our target, and-“ “Sorry, Sir, but…” Moxxie twirled a strand of his white hair nervously (not that Loona was paying any attention or cared what Moxxie thought; it was clearly phone time). “We’re expecting!” Millie finished excitedly in her Wrathian drawl, her yellow eyes gleaming as Moxxie brushed her glistening black hair. “What, like a prize for being late?” Loona snarked, not even looking up from her phone. “No, silly: a baby!” Millie giggled. Blitz’s eyes went as wide as full moons, as he looked at them, doing a double-take at them. “Wha-WHAT?!” he stammered. “So, you were-“ “Well, I took the test, showed red, then went to the doctor who confirmed it!” the female imp gushed with excitement, as Moxxie wrapped his small, gentle arms protectively around his wife’s stomach. “Oh, that’s, uh, congrats!” the head of Immediate Murder Professionals (hence the name “I.M.P.”) said, his eyes gaining a semblance of…warmth? An unfamiliar emotion was growing in the pit of Loona’s stomach. She didn’t know what to call it, but she didn’t like it one bit. “So, Sir, we all have a lot of back pay from our jobs, so…” Moxxie began. “First kid’s always worth a break,” Blitz said with a jovial laugh. “Loony-Toony might have to join us later on while Millie handles the Grimoire, but-“ Loona barely heard the excited imp talking because she recognized a different, yet all-too familiar emotion bubbling up to the surface: anger. The hellhound had a nice job as the secretary of I.M.P. Yeah, going out in the human world for occasional work was fun and all, but her job was simple: open a portal to the human world, listen for when the three imps needed to get back, reopen a portal back. She had a routine. She had time to go on her phone, go to the latest Sinstagram pics and VoxTube videos, get a cup of coffee, and wait by herself, with no one’s problems but her own bugging her. And now this…this was threatening the entirety of that safe routine. And she was realizing the unfamiliar emotion was very familiar, after all: envy. A fucking imp baby with Millie replacing her job, and judging by Blitz’s expression, replace his affection for her. That’s all she was, when it came down to it: replaceable. Even after she told Blitz that she’d be there with him, she was still replaceable. The next words tumbled out of her mouth before she could take them back. “How do you know that they’re telling the truth? I mean, are you sure Moxxie can even have kids?” Loona immediately realized she had said something wrong with the immensely hurt look in Millie’s eyes, a pulsing vein throbbing dangerously in Moxxie’s temple as he drew his pistol, pointed it at her and shouted furiously, “YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU BITCH!” But the worst was Blitz looking…disappointed, as he said, “Now, Loony, you need to apologize to Moxxie and Millie.” “How about he apologizes for calling me the b-slur?” Loona snarled at Blitz without even thinking, her rising anger taking over. “LOONA, you will apologize to Moxxie and Millie.” Blitz’s voice was surprisingly stern, even a bit angry - a tone that, to her knowledge, he had almost never taken with her. “Oh, so you can replace me with the little brat, huh, Blitz, be a real dad as you stalk them in their private lives like you usually do? Well, guess what, Blitz: you aren’t a fucking real dad! You aren’t their kid’s dad, and you aren’t my fucking dad either!” She felt a vile concoction of satisfaction and guilt course through her as Blitz looked as if she had hit him. It almost would’ve felt better to her if he had hit her back, if he said anything at all. Even Moxxie was stunned into lowering his gun. “I-is this a bad time?” a new voice asked. Octavia Goetia had made her appearance, all four of them looking at her in simultaneous shock, the same look the demoness had on her face. Loona took the Grimoire from the safe, and Blitz didn’t even protest, the hurt look in his eyes saying all that needed to be said. “C’mon, Via, we’re crashing at my place,” Loona said darkly, as she held the Goetia heiress’s clawed hand to the demoness’s shock, leaving the job, the silent absence of a protest echoing in her heart. - Hope y'all enjoyed~ I don't know if I'll have a regular schedule for uploading; I never do, but I'll do my best every week, I think.

I know that I should be working on A Little Loony, along with my other fiction, but bipolar disorder demands that I focus my efforts elsewhere, for now...so we come to the second of my Helluva Boss age regression fanfictions, one based with Moxxie (who gets a fair bit of age regressor stuff on AO3) and Millie (whom, sadly, does not)! Naturally, the backstories of a few of the characters are pretty sad, so there's content warning based on that; I will warn you when we get to these parts. Also, this does not feature diapers like my other stories do. The imps who are regressed are five-year-olds who are potty-trained, and while there may be funny moments like needing to go while they're in the car, that's about it. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. In any case, here's the first chapter of Ki(mp)Court: - Chapter One: Early Extermination - Millie and Moxxie were going on a private date in Pride when things went to Hell - figuratively and literally. Millie was the one driving as Moxxie stared out of the window. Millie drove at a speed a little faster than most denizens of Hell. Not to the speed of their boss, Blitz (he was known as “Blitzo”, but the “o” was silent), but definitely a long way over the speed limit, and the streets of Pride were beginning to blend together as they drove close to the limits of Pentagram City for a lovely dinner at a fancy restaurant (The Rusty Hammer and Nail, supposed to have excellent Hell Hog burgers) before a night of…well, Moxxie could imagine the night they’d have in the bedroom. He looked at his wife lovingly. Millie was his everything; beautiful, brave, kind, strong, passionate, just an amazing woman he loved more than anything. He couldn’t imagine his life without her, and he knew she loved him just as much and felt the same way he did. He took a random look in the rearview mirror and let out a sound like a choking cat. Blitz’s van was right behind them with their boss driving like a maniac. And Loona, his hellhound adopted daughter, was clinging to the front seat, looking terrified at the tall imp’s driving. “HE’S STALKING US TO OUR DATE!” he shouted in annoyance. “AND I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO IT AFTER WE GOT KICKED OUT OF OZZIE’S, AND THAT RABID BITCH IS WITH HIM, TOO!” Millie chanced a look back and sighed. “Well, we could make concessions for them,” she said. “Moxx, that’s who Blitz is.” “That doesn’t make it right, Millie!” “He’s our boss…” “And it’s entirely inappropriate!” “Moxx, just…let’s just enjoy the night, whatever may happen.” The smaller imp grumbled, sinking into the seat, as they drove down the street…only to hear a siren. A very familiar siren. The Extermination Day’s siren. But it was too early, it wasn’t even three months since the last Extermination, it had to be a drill. “Moxx, were we scheduled to have a drill?” Millie asked, her eyes worried. “Mills, I’m sure it’s fine, it’s-” Then a blaring note on their phones echoed, and his heart stopped in fear. “Extermination Day has been moved up,” a metallic female voice echoed. “Take cover as soon as possible. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Take cover as soon as possible.” “We’re not being targeted,” he said with a nervous laugh, holding on to his wife as he saw the hole open up, saw the angels pour out of the hole, weapons drawn. “We’re Hellborn, the Exterminators don’t target Hellbo-” A rocket was fired at their car from one of the angels, and Millie grabbed Moxxie and leapt out with him…just in the nick of time, as they saw their vehicle go up in smoke. They scrambled to the side of the road, near a row of burnt-out buildings, Millie having drawn out her knives, and Moxxie, his pistol, as they took cover in a charred building without a roof. He chanced a look up at the sky, hearing the screams of Sinners dying. Moxxie was panicking, breathing heavily before Millie kissed him on the lips. He broke off for a second. “Mills, is this rea-” “We don’t stand a chance against Exterminators,” she whispered to him. “You know that. I know that. If we die, I want to have this memory of you and me. I want our last moment to be our best.” Moxxie nodded, tears in his eyes - tears in both of their eyes - as he kissed Millie, a kiss that would last a lifetime, a kiss that was their lifeline. Then he heard Millie scream in pain that he wished his lovely ray of hellfire would never feel, felt something hit his chest, shooting horrific pain into his nervous system, blood vessels, and brain, and he screamed in agony before everything went black. - Blitz was listening to his daughter, Loona, grumble as she texted Beelzebub, Vortex, and a couple of the hounds she met at the party, saying she couldn’t go, as he dressed in a nice long coat, shirt, and pants, along with his signature skull choker. “Can’t believe I’m missing a great opportunity to go to a party in Gluttony for this,” Loona muttered, flicking her white hair to one side as she tapped on her phone. “I know I’m keeping my word to Bee after you went to Gluttony to get me the first time, but still…” “Aw, c’mon, Loony, it’ll be great!” Blitz said excitedly. “We could go to an awesome restaurant in Pentagram City - Hell, even Sinners need to eat, right? - hit up Stylish Occult at the end, and you can get what you’d like within reason! What’s not to love?” “Whatever…” Blitz felt a little bad at not telling Loona the truth. He was going to that restaurant because the M&M couple were going. They were his friends, and he realized that they didn’t want him in their private life…but he wanted that intimacy, craved that affection, feeling like he didn’t deserve it, but knowing he wanted it, wanted it more than anything. Especially after…the evening at Ozzie’s. With Stolas. Hell, that hurt so much…but it’s why he wanted to go with that couple. They had something he admired, and he wanted it, even if it was rejected again and again, even if it was as a third wheel. And now he was bringing Loony along…even if he didn’t know why. No, he knew why: he wanted that familial bond that they had…to include her as well, as more than just coworkers. Because he knew some of Loona’s past, knew she had gone through shit that was horrifying, even by Hell’s standards, and he wanted her, Moxxie, Millie, and himself to be one giant family. One giant fucked up family in Hell. Ah, fuck if he knew. Fuck if he knew anything that was wrong with him. What he did know was that he was going to that restaurant with them, see how everything would go. Impulsive? Yeah, but that’s who he was. He grabbed the keys as Loona continued texting, grumbling as she got in the front seat of the IMP van that doubled as their normal car. He got in the driver’s seat, turned the key as the van rumbled to life, listened to the Pride station blare out music (Loona had headphones in; her phone doubled as an hPhone, so she could listen to her own music if she wanted to.) as they drove off. He drove surprisingly carefully for him, only honking his horn twice and cutting off only several cars than all of them, his eyes craning for Moxxie and Millie’s car…and when he spotted it, he immediately gunned for the car like a maniac, startling Loona out of her music with a shocked yelp. “You set this whole fucking thing up with Moxxie and Millie AGAIN?!” Loona screamed, as she held onto the car’s seat with her claws, her eyes wide with terror at the sheer insanity of his driving. “And you roped ME into it?!” “Loony, I know it sounds bad, but-” “I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM OUTSIDE OF WORK! THEY ARE MY COWORKERS, AND THAT’S IT!” “Let’s just go to the restaurant. I’ll even order what you want, but let’s-” Then the Extermination Day sirens blared out, and Loona whimpered. “It’ll be okay, Loony-Toony, I’m sure it’s only a dri-” “Extermination Day has been moved up,” the metallic voice echoed. “Take cover as soon as possible. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Take cover as soon as possible.” “Shit, shit, shit, shit-” Loona swore multiple times, her tail tucked between her legs, eyes wide with fear. “Loony, they don’t target Hellborn, remember?” A rocket hit the van of Moxxie and Millie, as they barely got out in time, as he saw them scramble towards a burned out building. “I FUCKING HATE YOU, BLITZ!” Loona screamed. Blitz veered off the road, parking the van close by the building, as they saw an angel, its wings purely black without any lines, go into the building and shoot Moxxie and Millie with an angelic pistol as they were kissing, hitting them both in the chest. He went into the building, his flintlock pistol at the ready, along with a snarling Loona, ready to avenge the couple. The first angel went in for the kill, raising her gun, and that’s when things got crazy: another angel, with mostly gray wings and a black stripe across them stood in front of them, facing the first angel…and started to verbally ream the other angel up the ass. “YOU - FUCKING - MORON!” the second angel roared in a feminine ethereal tone. “What is Extermination 101? What is the very first rule you learn when you become an Exterminator? What is the ONE - FUCKING - THING we are NOT - under ANY circumstances, no matter WHAT those circumstances might be - allowed to do?!” The first angel lowered its head and mumbled in a feminine tone. “Target Hellborn or anyone other than Sinners.” “WHAT DO THEY FUCKING LOOK LIKE TO YOU?!” “...Hellborn imps.” “SO FUCKING HEAL THEM BEFORE WE START AN EXTRADIMENSIONAL INCIDENT!” Blitz aimed his flintlock at the second angel, who tried to pacify the situation after taking a deep breath. “Apologies for shouting, and apologies for my dullard apprentice. Do not worry, imp and hellhound; my colleague will heal them, and they’ll be right as rai-” The angel went over to Moxxie and Millie and spread a white light over them…and they began to shrink. “WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO, YOU STUPID BITCH?!” the second angel screeched in disbelief, and Blitz and Loona watched in horror as their coworkers shrunk into their clothes, getting smaller and smaller, even though the bullet holes were healing. “PLEASE, GOD ALMIGHTY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE NOT SUCH AN UTTERLY FUCKING INCOMPETENT AND USELESS IMBECILE THAT YOU COULD BOTCH A SIMPLE HEALING PRAYER WITH A FUCKING COMPLEX PERMA-YOUTHENING SPELL?!” “Um…” the first angel said sheepishly. “Sorry?” “SORRY?! SORRY?! I’LL ‘SORRY’ YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKING SILLY CUNT! YOU JUST TOOK AT LEAST TWENTY CENTURIES OFF OF MY AFTERLIFE WITH YOUR SHIT! LET ME HANDLE THIS, AND AFTER I’M DONE, I’LL MAKE YOU SORRY YOU EVER WENT TO HEAVEN, BY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, MOSES OF FUCKING EGYPT, MUHAMMAD THE FUCKING PROPHET, AND GOD-FUCKING-ALMIGHTY THEMSELVES!” The second angel went over to the couple, who had stopped shrinking and now had the appearance of small child imps, trying to spread a light over them. “Not working, come on…” the Exterminator muttered, trying various glowing light magic without success before the siren stopped blaring…with them still as children. “...Are you shitting me?” the angelic superior said bluntly. “Fucking Extermination Day suddenly stopping out of nowhere…fucking idiot apprentice making this hard…fuck…what to do…hmm…” She thought a while and came to a resolution, pointing at Blitz and Loona. “You two, listen to me well. You are to take care of these two as if they are both your children, until I can get a proper healer to come down and fix this before the Lord smites everyone involved. They are about five of your Hellyears old now, and while they may remember they were adults, unfortunately, the memories of adulthood will be locked away. They will act like five-year-old children, will think like five-year-old children, and will need to be treated like five-year-old children. And since we can’t take care of them and give them help, it’ll be up to you two.” “But-” Loona protested, before the angel who was obviously in charge gave such a vicious death glare at the hellhound that she could do nothing but whimper in response. “If you two do not take care of them like they were both yours, I will personally annihilate you and every single thing you hold dear, Hellborn or not - and I have had centuries of killing under my wings. I have no tolerance for those who harm children, and I will do everything in my power to destroy you both if any harm comes to these two. Do you understand me?” Both Blitz and Loona nodded gravely, looking at the sleeping little imps who had once been a married couple. “Then we have an agreement. The next time I can get a Healer down here will take at least a year and a half; they are notoriously fickle. They will not grow up during that time, thanks to this IDIOT-” The lead angel jerked her thumb at the shamefaced apprentice, “making the spell so complicated, so I expect you two, what are your names?” “I’m Blitzo, the ‘o’ is silent, and this is my daughter, Loona,” the imp said. “Adopted,” Loona retorted. “Very well, Blitzo and Loona. I expect you two to be able to find help at times with other willing demons, but you must care for them the most. If they are harmed in any way, if they are not in your care when we return, I swear, as God as my witness, I will break you both in half. With that, we bid you farewell; we've overstayed our welcome.” The angel Exterminators disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the four alone with a whole Hell of a lot to deal with. - Hope you enjoyed~

Hey-lo, and welcome to yet another AR Hellaverse story by yours truly~ This time, the Hazbin Hotel cast are going to be prominently featured (along with an OC) since Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie are going to be the ones being regressed! Still, the Helluva Boss cast (because I just can't leave them behind) are going to be prominent as well...only in the lines of an alternate universe. Basically, the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.) are just starting out, some of the characters haven't met yet, and some of the backstories for a lot of the characters are going to be different, yet similar. It also features a fair bit of shipping (including one ship that isn't in the canon series), sooo, there's that. There's also one character (well, a few, if you count Lilith, Arackniss, Molly, and some other possibly future characters) who is supposed to be in the Hellaverse who hasn't been delved into at all, so expect this story to eventually be somewhat non-canon, once Season Two is out (and unfortunately, I can't access it. Stupid Amazon Prime and their forcing to pay for content...), and basically, expect things to be different. Also, as a WARNING: this is Hell. Sad backstories are going to be prevalent. Domestic abuse (if anyone has seen Valentino - who seriously needs Raid - you'll know what I mean), sexual assault and questionable sexual decisions, drug usage, poverty, homelessness, hedonism, death, and such are going to be there...and it will be done tactfully and with respect to the importance of the subjects in question. Also, there will be lots of language. Tread lightly. Now, without further ado, here's the first chapter: - Chapter One: And Today Will Be A Fucking (Un)Happy Day in Hell. - Charlie Morningstar was enjoying her time at the Happy Hotel, especially since her girlfriend, Vaggie, was there. Sure, there was a fair bit of conflict between the Hotel and the Vees (particularly Valentino, who always seemed to want Angel Dust back at his porn studio); sure, the residents weren’t exactly…friendly with each other (Cherri Bomb and Angel seemed close, but both constantly started arguments with everyone - mostly Sir Pentious and his eggs, but also with the recent newcomer. Angel was full of innuendos and inner anger, Husker was grumpy and prone to drinking, Pentious was neurotic and had dreams of grandeur, Cherri was spontaneous and a bit destructive, Niffty was a bit psychotic, the newcomer was antisocial and nameless, and Alastor…well, best not to think about Alastor.); sure, her father and mother were a bit…distant (she hadn’t called her father, Lucifer, on the phone in months, and she hadn’t heard from her mother, Lilith, for even longer.), but she had never felt happier, never felt like this was actually going to work more than she did today. Because Vaggie had been there the whole time, and she had actually kissed her. Yes, it was on the cheek, but Charlie didn’t care; she was over the moon. She didn’t know the Sinner’s full story, didn’t know why her left eye was gone…but she didn’t feel the need to ask. They trusted each other implicitly, ever since Charlie had helped Vaggie that one fateful Extermination, and that trust quickly grew to affection…and maybe even more, if that kiss was anything to go by. KeeKee, the pet cat/key to the Hotel and Fat Nuggets the young Hellhog, were racing around the room, obviously under the influence of the zoomies as they knocked over the sculptures, fruit bowls stands, and just about everything else while chasing each other, with Razzle and Dazzle desperately trying to keep the damage to a minimal amount. Then a female voice echoed from downstairs, reaching Charlie’s room as she quickly did her makeup. Vaggie’s voice. “I told you all to be here: we’re supposed to be doing our trust-building exercises! Now wait for Charlie-” “The only reason I’m down here is because some asshole got into my fucking weed brownie stash!” The newcomer, obviously in the lovely antisocial mood she was usually in. “Now, people can cough it up, or I will fuck them up!” “Nobody cares about your weed brownie stash, bitch!” Cherri’s Australian accent came through as Charlie quickly walked out of the room, trusting in Razzle and Dazzle to keep the chaos from both hers and Angel’s pets to the barest minimum. “You’re a bitch!” “You don’t get to call Cherri a bitch, you fucking pipsqueak!” Angel’s voice as Charlie walked downstairs, trying to prepare herself for the team-building exercises. “Then why can’t the bitch stick up for herself, manwhore?” “Oi, you don’t get to call Angel that, you cunt!” “Whatever, fuckface. I’m only here because I don’t have a place to stay at the moment, and I need room and board.” “Then why even come here in the firssst place?” Pentious hissed. “Yeah, I hate to agree with the literal spy, but he makes a good point.” Husker growled to Pentious’s sputtering defense. “Why are you even here if you’re not even-” “Oh, shut up and get me a fucking drink, bartender.” “I’m not on the clock right now.” “Do I have to suck your dick to get a fucking drink around here?” “We are not drinking, newbie!” Vaggie shouted, her tone filled with annoyance. “This is a team-building exercise, and-” “Fine! Goooo team!” the sarcastic response came from the newcomer as Charlie took a deep breath and entered the room. “Hellooo, everyone!” Charlie said cheerfully. “I hope you’ve had a good morning, because-” “Can I just go to the kitchen to make some more weed brownies after I hear what you have to say?” the newcomer asked in a bored tone. She was a tiny (probably a foot smaller than Niffty, since she was wearing no shoes on her feet, which looked more like paws) mammalian Sinner with a slim foxlike snout, a black-furred mask around her red eyes, thick, mottled light brown fur with darker brown fur on her arms, legs, throat, and the tip of her tail and a very long tail the same color that poked out of her black jeans and curled around her waist. She wore a simple black tank top that exposed her navel, and a black fedora to complete the ensemble. The only reason she didn’t look like a child Sinner were the large (for her size) breasts. The newcomer had explained that she was obviously a tanuki with an extra-long tail…whatever that was. She never even gave her name; she had just appeared one acid-rainy day, bedraggled, starving, and asked for help…and despite the trepidation of the others, Charlie knew that this angrily sarcastic persona was a mask that hid a hurting soul underneath. Besides, anyone could change for the better: Sir Pentious, who had gone in under orders from Vox before the latter cruelly discarded him, was living proof! So, why couldn’t this Sinner change as well? “Well, it would be safe in the kitchen, and it might help you for a short time, but interacting with others is part of these activities,” Charlie said with a smile on her face. “And I’m sure you want to make friends.” “I don’t care about anyone here.” “Then why even stay?” Angel clapped back. “Charlie, at least, wants to help everyone. You haven’t done shit to earn it! You haven’t even participated in the activities!” “And I’m not participating in this one either. Later, losers.” The mammal Sinner tried to leave…before Husk grabbed her by her long tail. She gave a horrible basilisk-like glare at the winged feline Sinner, and hissed in a similar tone, “Let. Me. Go. Do not. FUCKING. Touch me.” “Not until you’re a part of this,” the Hotel’s bartender said in that calm, smooth tone of his, sounding annoyed for once. “You want to act like a big bad bitch, but you ain’t shit. You’re on a leash, same as everyone here; you just hide it with sarcasm and hatred. Charlie could’ve kicked you out a long time ago, but she didn’t, Lucifer knows why. You are going to pay her back for her kindness, or you will answer to all of us.” Angel grabbed the newcomer by the scruff of her neck fur, as she tried to snap back with her fangs bared, Cherri and Pentious each grabbing her by one of her arms. Even Niffty and Pentious’s Egg Bois joined in: the Hotel maid had a grip on the newcomer’s tail along with Husk, and the sentient demonic eggs had her legs as they half-frogmarched/half-carried her back to the activity. “Fuckers! I’ll fucking fuck every motherfucking one of you fucking fuckers up!” the newcomer howled, as she kicked and bit and screamed to get loose. “You’re literally three feet tall,” Pentious said bluntly. “Omae o bukkorosu zo! Watashi wa inu no yō ni kusari de tsunaga rete wa inai!” “Dare ga chēn ni tsuite nani ka itta no?” Husk answered in perfect Japanese. “WHY DO YOU SPEAK MY - FUCK!” “You got somethin’ other than ‘fuck’ or any variation of the sort?” Cherri snickered. “AHHHH, FUCK YOOOUUU ALLLL!” “So classy. And yet, so…interesting as well,” a new distorted voice came. Alastor had entered the room without anyone noticing, the evil smile on his face and cruel amusement in his eyes showing his true emotions, as the diminutive Sinner tried desperately to get away again…only for Alastor to put a literal collar and leash on her with his shadows. Not an Overlord kind of collar and leash, but one that would fit a little Hellhound girl, complete with a garish pink and flowers on the collar, one that her neck fur was somewhat fighting against, but otherwise fit the Sinner perfectly. Alastor wasn’t done yet; he used his magic to change the Sinner’s clothes into a ruffled pink dress, pink flats, and a pink sunhat. She collapsed in a heap with a defeated, embarrassed expression, looking very close to crying, making Charlie increasingly uncomfortable. “Um, maybe we can-” “Charlie, I think it’s best that we try the activity some other time.” Vaggie had not spoken the entire time, but the tone of her voice was gentle towards Charlie...before she glared at the newcomer Sinner. “You. Go back to your room. Think about your actions and maybe participate in the next activity, or I’ll throw you out myself. Clear?” “Crystal…it’s…crystal…” The newcomer Sinner’s tail was tucked between her legs as she trudged upstairs, the leash dragging behind her. She disappeared from view before the sound of a door slamming shut with full force echoed through the Hotel, sending KeeKee and Fat Nuggets scrambling downstairs in terror with Razzle and Dazzle in full pursuit. Both of the hellish animals leapt into the arms of their owners - Charlie and Angel, respectively - as both tried to comfort the pets. Then the doorbell rang, and a masculine voice outside shouted, “Gift delivery!” Charlie looked confused as KeeKee leapt out of her arms and hissed. “Did anyone order a gift?” she asked. Everyone looked confused. “I guess the newcomer ordered it,” Vaggie said as she walked to the door. “I just hope it isn’t with our funding…” Charlie went to Vaggie’s side, opening the door. “It’s probably just-” The package, held by a tall male imp, was dropped in front of them, the package top opening, and a clear powder sprayed all over Charlie and Vaggie, as the startled imp shouted, “Holy fuck!”, jumping away from the powder. The two women coughed…and began to shrink. - Now for the Japanese language (at least, I think; I've tried Google and Google Translate, sooo...yeah. Apologies to any Japanese viewer in advance; I tried my genuine best.) : Omae o bukkorosu zo! Watashi wa imaimashī inu no yō ni kusari de tsunaga rete nanka inai! = I'll fucking kill you! I'm not chained up like some damned dog! Dare ga chēn ni tsuite nani ka itta no? = Who said anything about chains? Hope you enjoyed~