Baby Jemma Posted July 26, 2024 Posted July 26, 2024 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. 1
TerranV Posted July 26, 2024 Posted July 26, 2024 Oh Octavia is here too! Her and Loona bonding is something I need more of. Small pedantic nitpick: I'm pretty sure Azathoth's Tears was a meteor shower not a constellation. Can't wait for more! 1
Baby Jemma Posted July 26, 2024 Author Posted July 26, 2024 3 minutes ago, TerranV said: Oh Octavia is here too! Her and Loona bonding is something I need more of. Small pedantic nitpick: I'm pretty sure Azathoth's Tears was a meteor shower not a constellation. Can't wait for more! Yep! All of the HB characters that are there are going to make appearances, at the very least. And you're right, Azathoth's Tears was a meteor shower. My mistake, and I've edited it. Thank you for pointing it out~ 1
Baby Jemma Posted August 2, 2024 Author Posted August 2, 2024 Well, here's another chapter, ready to go: - Chapter Two: Grimoire. - The drive back was congested, filled with traffic, honking horns, swearing drivers, the occasional road rage-induced shooting. In other words, welcome to Hell! By the time the two got to Loona’s (well, technically, it was Blitz’s, but she was too angry to care about such technicalities) apartment, it was already four in the afternoon. The apartment was a mess, empty beer bottles everywhere (Blitz’s mostly), peeling paint, pictures of horses, pictures of Blitz’s friends and family (with his face always crossed off in black marker), and…her adoption certificate, perfectly framed, with a picture of her and Blitz. She didn’t want to see it, so she threw the couch’s blanket over it, a lump forming in her throat. “Well, this apartment is, um…rustic?” Loona noted Octavia trying to find a compliment when there wasn’t one to be found, her pink eyes looking guilty about it. “It’s okay,” the hellhound said. “I know it’s a shithole, but…well, it’s home. Sorry, but I just…wanted a safe place.” “It’s okay, really,” the owl demoness said. “You have your own room?” “Yeah.” Loona was then struck with a thought. “Hey, you wanna come in? I mean, normally, I don’t let Blitz in…or anyone. I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to stay-“ “You’d really let me in your room, Loona?” “Sure.” Loona opened her door, revealing a goth girl’s dream room. Black painted walls, glowing candles, posters of all the latest metal and punk bands in hell, and a fairly decent sized bed with a well-used blanket and pillow. She looked at Octavia with slight embarrassment, but the owl demoness’s eyes were wide with wonder. “You’ve got a nice room, Loona,” she said with a smile. “Thanks. Feel like reading some of your dad’s Grimoire, see if there’s a fun spell?” “We might get in trouble, but…well, whatever.” Loona heard the bitterness in Octavia’s tone. “Parents fighting again?” “How did you…” “Seems both of our dads fucked up again.” Loona sighed. “Well, let’s find a fun spell to use.” The Grimoire, as if reacting to the hellhound’s touch, flew open to a page Octavia had never seen before; hell, Loona had never seen this page before. “Your deepest desire come to life?” Loona read the spell description, a puzzled look in her eyes. “I don’t like this, Loona,” Octavia said quietly. “The Grimoire has never done this. It never does this.” “What’s life without a little risk?” Loona said with the puzzled look quickly turning to a smirk on her wolfish face. “Anyway, what does it say…chant these words…” Never one to shy away from a challenge, Loona chanted the words (for the sanity and safety of every soul reading, she wasn’t going to say exactly what they were), feeling a rush race through her blood, her bones, her fur, her muscle and sinew, her mind, everything about her. “Loona, you’re glowing!” Octavia shrieked. “I…am…?” Lo and behold, she was glowing a deep pinkish-crimson all over her body. Oh, shit, what if I did something really fucking stupid, what if I really fucked up, I can’t- And then, as suddenly as everything had happened, it stopped. She was no longer glowing, her fur the usual gray. “It just…stopped.” Loona looked at Octavia. “Anything…different?” The owl demoness shook her head. “No, you look exactly the same.” Loona sighed. “Guess even the fucking book thinks I’m a fuckup.” “That book is not a toy,” the posh voice echoed behind them. Both of the young Hellborn jumped noticeably after Stolas, the Goetian Prince himself, had obviously entered the room without permission. His four red eyes were surprisingly calm, as both girls sputtered out simultaneous words. “What the fuck-“ “-Dad, you can’t just barge into-“ “-my room like this, why is there no respect for-“ “-people’s private lives, it’s not right to-“ Stolas held up a winged claw to silence them both and sighed. “Loona, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to return the Grimoire.” Loona felt something tear a hole through her heart. She had fucked up royally; without the Grimoire, there was no way for I.M.P. to get into the human world from Hell. And she couldn’t pin the blame on anyone other than herself. And for what? A spell that didn’t even work? Or maybe…maybe it just didn’t work with her. Maybe her deepest desire was unobtainable. Maybe she didn’t even have a wish worth granting. “Via, come with me,” Stolas said gently. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” “And Loona?” Octavia asked nervously. “She’s not in trouble either. There’s just something I need to study.” “I’m sorry, Loona,” the Goetia heiress said in a tone filled with regret. “Nah, it’s my bad,” the hellhound admitted. “Sorry things didn’t turn out all right.” “It’s fine. Hopefully, we can talk later?” Then the portal opened up, and both owl demons stepped through and disappeared with the Grimoire. The closing portal blew out the candles, leaving Loona alone in the dark with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, as she silently cried herself to sleep. - Hope y'all enjoyed~
TerranV Posted August 2, 2024 Posted August 2, 2024 Poor Loony Toony. When does this take place again? Before or after s2 ep8? I'd imagine Octavia would be amazed to see the home of someone who isn't obscenely rich demon royalty. 1
Baby Jemma Posted August 2, 2024 Author Posted August 2, 2024 35 minutes ago, TerranV said: Poor Loony Toony. When does this take place again? Before or after s2 ep8? I'd imagine Octavia would be amazed to see the home of someone who isn't obscenely rich demon royalty. Takes place a week after Loony gets her Hellbies shot. Sooo...just before Blitz sees his sister in Season 2? 1
Baby Jemma Posted August 16, 2024 Author Posted August 16, 2024 All right, I know this is late; I was in the hospital for a while and had no access to this site. Also, in the hospital, I had an idea on this story: it's now focused not just on Helluva Boss, but Hazbin Hotel as well (assuming directly after the season finale of it). Anyway, here's the third chapter: - Chapter Three: Intoxicated - Any joy Blitz had over the impending birth of his friends’ child had been brutally crushed, as he was drinking at the bar, his beloved Loony’s words ringing in his mind. Not a real dad. Is that really how she sees me? He tried his best, honestly! Loona was admittedly not the most…approachable hellhound, but he did his best, told her how proud he was of her every day, tried to show as much love as a fucked-up waste could show love…but was it not enough? Maybe I’m just a waste after all. Maybe she’s right, and I’m not a real dad. The dark thoughts were overwhelming most days. He thought that if he could run from his past, if he could push others away, they wouldn’t be hurt by him in the end. Verosika, Barbie, Fizz…was Loony just the latest? Blitz had gotten the message from Stolas on his phone, just after Moxxie and Millie had gone home for the night. Something about him needing the Grimoire for the night to study. Not even a single sexual or kinky comment; just that something had come up in the book. It made him worry even more. Was it just him? Did he do something wrong to Stolas as well? Well, they said that all of the answers could be found at the bottom of a bottle, and he wasn’t even close to finishing his own. “I think you’ve hit your limit, Blitz,” the bartender imp said calmly, having long since known the head of I.M.P. “Just a bit more,” Blitz slurred, his glass empty, seeing absolutely double, no, there were three bartenders now. “Nope, sorry, Blitz, you know I can’t afford to lose my liquor license again. Your friends sent you a cab, should take you straight to your apartment, to your daughter.” Blitz mumbled a bit but didn’t protest further, stumbling out of the bar and falling on his face. The cat-demon cab driver outside opened the door to his vehicle with a sigh and tossed the imp in before speeding off with the song “Poison” echoing in the car. The blinding lights of the nightlife pierced the tall imp’s vision as he recalled the day he met Loona. “She’ll never amount to anything,” the bored hellhound lady said in her monotone voice, as Blitz saw the seventeen-year-old hellhound crying in a fetal position after defending herself from a younger male. “I want her.” The words came out of his mouth immediately. “Sir, I’m not sure you heard correctly,” the hellhound woman said. “She’s no good. Your wife will hate her, and-“ “I want her.” More firmly this time, as the girl looked up at him from her ball, still crying, still angry, so much…like him, just someone trying to do their best, even when life kept shitting on them over and over and over again. Were it not for the fact that she was a young female hellhound and he, an older male imp…they couldn’t have been more similar, more like the family they both wanted. “Sir, there will be no refunds, and the warranty-“ “I’m adopting Loona. That’s my final decision.” I’ve lived a life full of regrets. I won’t let this be one of them. “Well, if you need a shock collar or muzzle for behavior-“ “No, no shock collar, and no muzzle.” The guards raised their eyebrows. The hellhound lady lost her composure and did a quick double-take at him. Even Loona was staring at him as though he was crazy, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to torture his kid. He wasn’t the uncaring bastard his father was, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be a cruel dad to his daughter. “It’s his funeral,” one of the guards said. “Bet she returns after two weeks, and we have to put her to sleep after she kills the idiot,” another guard snickered. “Two weeks? Try two days.” “Hey!” The memory was cut off, as the cat-demon cab driver shone a flashlight in Blitz’s eye. “We’re here.” The imp groaned, staggering out into the night, falling flat on his face as he exited the vehicle, watching it speed off to find more souls. “Fuck me in my hole,” he muttered, trying the various keys to enter the apartment. Naturally, it had to be the last one he tried. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, but even with that, even being drunk off his ass, Blitz still saw that the adoption certificate was covered with a blanket, proving that Loona was still home and did it. I’m really not her dad, am I? With that last miserable thought, he threw himself on the couch and quickly fell asleep. - Hope anyone reading this enjoyed~ I'll try to make Friday a regular scheduled update, but again, can't promise much. 1
TerranV Posted August 16, 2024 Posted August 16, 2024 Glad to hear you're ok! Poor Blitz. This chapter was kinda depressing. Nice making "Poison" an actual song in universe.
Baby Jemma Posted August 21, 2024 Author Posted August 21, 2024 On 8/16/2024 at 6:24 PM, TerranV said: Glad to hear you're ok! Poor Blitz. This chapter was kinda depressing. Nice making "Poison" an actual song in universe. Thank you for the kind words, Terran. And yeah, this chapter for Blitz is quite depressing...but Loona honestly goes through even worse next chapter, albeit in small flashbacks. And I love Poison. My favorite Hazbin song (and Vivzie needs to give permission to add Crashing a Wedding and both versions of Whatcha Thinking About to iTunes).
Baby Jemma Posted August 23, 2024 Author Posted August 23, 2024 Well, this next chapter - as fair warning - contains scenes of abuse and violence, both hinted and not. Be warned before you dive in. Anyway, here's the next chapter: - Chapter Four: Nightmare - Loona’s head hurt as her dreams quickly devolved into her living nightmare. She was seventeen again, having just been dropped back off at the pound after being abandoned again by a potential “owner”, crying as tests were done on her…area. “Confirmed for syphilis,” the uncaring, unfeeling voice of the fat bitch said, as another test was done. “Checking for more damage…” “Stop hurting me!” she screamed, trying to bite, trying to claw, like the older hellhound did to her, before he- A flash. Sixteen. She was fighting back, muzzled, collared, after years of torment from all those other hellhounds in the pound. She tried not to be a monster, tried to be a good girl, but if they all thought she was bad, well, she’d fucking prove them right…she’d show all of those motherfuckers how “bad” she could be… Flash. Fifteen. The stupid hellhound lady was explaining her “story” to a succubus. She looked at the succubus hopefully, maybe she was the one? Maybe she’d get her out of this stupid place. But the succubus rolled her eyes, picking another younger hellhound, as she watched the younger hellhound happily going along. That was always the case, always the younger ones who were adopted. She saw the “Hang In There” poster and ripped it to shreds with her claws, snarling furiously through the tears flowing from her eyes… Flash. Fourteen. Another owner dropped her off again. Not abuse like the last time, but the words were as cruel as any hands. “We just wanted a dumb pet. Instead, we got…this…thing. Take it away!” She was thrown back into her room, the stupid “Hang In There” poster taunting her, as usual. She wanted to rip it up, but it was one of the only things that was hers… Flash. Thirteen. This one was abusive as hell. The apathetic medics cleaned her black eyes, her bloodied lips, her bruises and broken bones all over her body, to make her look “presentable” again. She was thinking a horrible thought: maybe there wasn’t a single person in Hell who wanted her. Maybe they needed a punching bag, a crash dummy, something to whale on to vent their spleen… Flash. Twelve. Another abusive owner. Thank unholy Lucifer she managed to steal a cellphone and clothes from the dick imp, but it was the wife that treated her worse. She knew the physical scars on her back fur where the bitch burned her with cigarettes would slowly heal, but the emotional scars of her treatment wouldn’t. Never again, she thought as she scratched another tally mark on the wall. She’d never trust again, never trust another imp as long as she’d live. She’d never trust anyone as long as she was alive… Flash. Eleven. The older female hellhounds were being nice to her. Why were they so mean to her before today? She just wanted to get adopted, like they did! Maybe they could’ve been friends; at least, until they stuck a muzzle and shock collar on her, and left her in her cell. Adoption came. The older females were getting adopted…except for her, stuck in her cell, unable to get the muzzle or collar off in time…because muzzling and a shock collar meant unadoptable for the year… Flash. Ten. She had snuck out of her cage and was on the tiny computer at night, studying various things. Just because she was a hellhound didn’t mean that she couldn’t be intelligent. She’d be smart! Useful! She didn’t see them until it was too late. Multiple male hellhound guards grabbed her by her hair as she screamed, all of them leering at her… Flash. Nine. One of the older female hellhounds gave her a poster with the words “Hang In There!” as she got out of the pound with a smirk directed towards her. “Maybe one day, you’ll get out of here. I really doubt it, though.” She didn’t care about the cruelty behind the words; she finally had something of hers aside from her ratty clothes, and she’d cherish it forever! At least…until she found her forever home… Flash. Eight. She was asking too many questions, an imp with white hair said. He hit her. He always hit her. “Can’t you do even the simplest thing?” Again. She was crying, trying to work out the problem in her head, before he smacked her hard enough to knock out a tooth. “I’m taking you back to the pound! I’ll get something better than some stupid mutt who can’t even fix a simple problem!” She cried, pleading her case before they threw her in a cell by herself again… Flash. Seven. The cruelties were blending at this point… Flash. Six. So many people in Hell who didn’t want her… Flash. Five. Why wouldn’t the nightmare just stop? Make it stop… Flash. Four. And now Blitz…he was going to replace her, she knew it… Flash. Three. She was jealous of Moxxie and Millie’s future child. At least they’d be loved…forever and ever, by good parents… Flash. Two. Where were her parents? She wanted her mom and dad. Did they hate her? Did they just leave her in the pound? She just wanted someone… Flash. One…wait. Not one. A little older than one. A disembodied voice chuckled darkly. It sounded a bit like Stolas at his most demonic, but also…not, like there were infinite numbers of voices packed into one genderless voice, all of them little more than a whisper. “Well, well, well,” the voice said. “It’s about time we got away from that stuffy old book, away from a Goetia family member reading this. It’s been sooo long…” “Who the hell are you?” Loona snarled. Not very intimidating in that high-pitched tone, but it was the thought that counted, in her opinion, and that was enough. “Hmm…we’ve been trapped for so long…we don’t think our name quite matters at this point. Suffice it to say, we’re much more curious about you. You’re a hellhound, we know that much. What’s your name?” “Loona, and what do you mean ‘trapped?’” “Loona, hmm? You’ve been reading various spells out of this book, haven’t you? Opening portals to the human world. Glorious. This works out perfectly for us. And the thing you want, your desire? That, we can give to you in return for the service you’ve already done for us. We see that you want a family?” Loona opened her mouth and shut it. This was a trick, it had to be, and she was not going to make a deal with a demon this powerful…and for some reason, she knew it was only one individual demon, not multiple ones. “Loona, we can assure you, there’s no trick. You’ve already done us the biggest favor by setting us free. We don’t want to trick you; it would be astonishingly ungrateful of us. We always pay back everything we owe, and your deepest desire is a loving family, is it not?” The hellhound fidgeted a bit. “What about it?” “Well, what if we gave you a loving family?” More fidgeting. “What about Blitz?” “So, you do care for him.” Loona stamped her footpaw. “I do NOT!” “Temper, Loona. Be a little more cautious; anger will always get you into trouble.” “I just…I don’t want to hurt anyone I know.” “Hmm…we think we can come to a mutual understanding. You can have your loving family without hurting anyone you know, we promise. Does that sound fair?” Loona felt a surge of misgivings. Something told her it wasn’t going to be as simple as this. And if this demon was freed, she all but knew things were going to get much worse than they already were. “We’re already free, dear Loona,” the demon said with a chuckle. “And Stolas, as brilliant as he is, cannot put us back in the Grimoire so easily. Well, we will give you your deepest desire anyway, without hurting anyone you know and possibly love, free of any charge. This dream is getting too close to vanishing, and we have so much to see and do. Farewell for the moment, Loona. Until we meet again.” The dream turned completely dark, and Loona opened her eyes in groggy wakefulness, rubbing them with her paws blearily, feeling something…different about her surroundings. Her room looked exactly the same, but something was off. She blinked once, twice. What was off? She curled up in her bed. Then it hit her like a runaway train. Her room was bigger. Like, much bigger. Everything, from her bed, to her posters, to her clothes, huh? Wait, have I gotten…smaller? She was beginning to have her own terrible theory, something that was quickly proven right when she pulled off the blanket with her tiny paws, which revealed a large, soaking-wet yellow patch on her bed. No, no, no, no… Her bottom lip quivered and tears were in her eyes as she screamed out one word, the only word that made sense in this living nightmare. “DADDYYYYY!” - Hope y'all enjoyed~ 1
TerranV Posted August 23, 2024 Posted August 23, 2024 So there was another demon sealed in the grimoire! Yeah Loona's past is hard to read. The flashing back by year was a nice touch though. 1
Baby Jemma Posted August 23, 2024 Author Posted August 23, 2024 7 hours ago, TerranV said: So there was another demon sealed in the grimoire! Yeah Loona's past is hard to read. The flashing back by year was a nice touch though. Yep~ I had a lot of fun writing this demon, even though I had a whole lot of lore available to me that made it easier. Honestly? Her past gets worse. That much, I'm not shirking on; it gets worse before it gets better.
Baby Jemma Posted August 30, 2024 Author Posted August 30, 2024 All right, here's the fifth chapter (which I decided to combine from the fifth and sixth chapters on AO3; they're each under 1,000 words separately, and it wouldn't be fair for a for the readers to wait a week after a too-short chapter): - Chapter Five: Censoring - Blitz was hungover as fuck. He had left Loona well enough alone in her room (and from what Stolas mentioned, she was still there), and he absolutely wasn’t going to invade his daughter’s privacy. That is, until the mother of all screams echoed from her room, a scream calling his name (although Loony had never said that word in that kind of way…ever) echoed in the apartment, and he instinctively reacted. Blitz staggered off the couch, praying to Lucifer that his girl was all right, his heart beating like a trapped animal in a cage, his mind racing with trillions upon trillions of thoughts. He opened the door, and his mouth dropped in utter shock. Go home, Blitz, you’re drunk off your ass, his brain said. Wake me up when you’re fucking sober. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the tiny hellhound pup, sitting in a literal puddle of piss on a bed far too big for her, tears in her eyes as she lisped, “Daddyyy, me may uh-oh!” An inner voice was screaming in his head. He was not sure if it was from cuteness overload (even with his daughter - unless he was still dreaming or drunk, both being a likely possibility - clearly too young to be toilet-trained) or in terror of not knowing how to take care of a literal hellhound baby. Maybe it was both. “Loony?” Blitz asked gently, pinching himself hard to check if it was real. The pain proved that it was at the very least, a hyper-realistic dream. “Is it you?” “Yeth, Daddy!” The pup looked a bit annoyed as she sniffled through her tears. Blitz picked Loona up (as far as hungover dreams - if this was one - went, this had to rank as one of the weirdest, especially because it felt so very real) and cradled her gently in his arms before calling Moxxie and Millie on his phone as he carried her over to the couch. Moxxie answered after three rings. “Sir, it’s four o'clock in the morning, Millie’s been going through cravings, and I had to go to the store, and-“ “Moxxie, shut up and get the fu-“ Blitz stopped, realizing he had to censor his, ugh, this was going to suck, “get the F-U-C-K to my apartment right now because I have a fu - er, F-U-C-K-I-N-G problem, and I absolutely cannot leave. Tell Millie to come with you, and bring a car seat, a lot of towels, and baby friendly cleaning supplies, please!” Moxxie didn’t reply for a moment. “Are you high on cocaine again, Sir?” he asked in skeptical disbelief. “I wish I was, Moxxie. Now get your as, er, king, asking-stupid-questions butt over here or I’m gonna rip you a new A-S-S-H-O-L-E over your F-U-C-K-I-N-G D-I-C-K!” Blitz hung up. He felt like crying, being unable to swear like a drunken sailor as he usually did, but Loona was clapping her paws excitedly, while giggling, “Daddy so siwwy!” “Loony, do you know any naughty words?” Blitz asked, starting to panic. “Whazzat?” Oh, dear fucking Lucifer, she really is a literal fucking hellhound toddler! Fuck me! A warm feeling gathered around his suit, and he realized she was making even more of a mess as she cuddled into him. Blitz hoped that Moxxie and Millie would get here quickly and without questions. - As it turned out, both Millie and Moxxie had a lot of questions. “Moxx-Moxx, did you get the Nuthella/pepperoni pizza spread?” “Last night, Mills,” Moxxie said with a quick peck on her cheek, as she devoured the whole chocolate/pepperoni pizza like a shark with blood in the water. What the hell is up with the boss? Can’t it wait at least until our job? “What’s up with Blitz?” Millie asked, as she ate a bit of pepperoni. “No idea. I just hope we don’t have to deal with his daughter after what she pulled yesterday…” “You know Blitz; it definitely has to do with Loona. She probably wants to apologize.” “Yeah, but why the car seat and baby-friendly cleaning supplies? That’s just weird…” “I don’t know, Moxx. We did buy a car seat, though...” “For our baby, Mills. Good luck getting Loona to sit in it, let alone fit in it, and we didn’t buy it for her.” Millie caressed his cheek. “Whatever he needs us for, it’ll be all right.” A mischievous smirk played across her lips. “Although you have to admit, seeing Loona in a car seat would be funny.” Moxxie thought about it, and the very idea made him chuckle. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?” he said with a grin. “Only all the time,” she replied with a grin of her own. They shared a deep kiss, not letting go until the phone rang again ten seconds later. Moxxie turned the phone off, not caring who was calling, and the two got into their car, driving toward Blitz’s apartment in trepidation. Unlike Blitz - and to a certain extent, Loona - Moxxie obeyed traffic laws, even Hell’s notoriously lax ones, and they got to the apartment a bit slower than Blitz would’ve in the same situation. They got out and knocked on the door. “Coming!” Blitz’s voice as he muttered in earshot, “I just got her to fucking sleep, thank fucking Christ on a fucking stick…” They looked at their boss in shock. He looked absolutely worn-out, with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, which, combined with his shirtless upper body, made him look more unprofessional than they had ever seen him. “Sorry for how I look,” the tall imp sighed, as he gestured his two employees in. “Do you have baby friendly cleaning supplies for Loony? She’s made a lot of messes.” Moxxie sighed in annoyance. “Sir, I understand that you treat Loona a lot like a child, but isn’t she old enough to clean…up…” He saw the adorable little hellhound pup, who was drooling in her sleep, as she lay on one of Blitz’s suits, the pungent stench of urine everywhere. “…Herself.” Moxxie did a double-take, looking at Blitz, then his wife (whose eyes were wide and shone with stars as she mouthed, “She’s adorable!”), and finally to Blitz again. “What the…this can’t be…” “Unless you know another gray hellhound girl named ‘Loona’?” Blitz said in annoyance. “That’s her.” “This can’t be Loona, Sir,” Moxxie insisted. “She’s not-“ “Moxx, that’s Loona,” Millie said with a nod of finality, as she gently picked up the sleeping, smaller hellhound pup and rocked her in her arms. “If she is, which, wait, first off, how do you know, Mills?” “Mother’s intuition,” Millie said with a wink. “Okay, fair, but…why?” “Why what?” “After everything she said-“ “Why forgive her so easily? Moxx, Loona’s always been the way she is. She may be downright mean at times, but she cares about us. And she’s a baby right now; she’s probably about fifteen months, give or take a day, and she’s likely much nicer than when she was grown. Speaking of which, Blitz, don’t you realize you forgot one important thing?” “What would that be?” Moxxie facepalmed at his boss’s obliviousness: either he was tired, drunk, high, or a combination of the three. “Sir, since when do babies not need diapers?” he hissed. “Oh, gee, Moxxie, I’ve been running fucking ragged trying to get her to fucking sleep, and she’s ruined all of my fucking suits, and it’s not exactly like I can leave Loony alone in the fucking house while I get supplies or bring her in the fucking car without a fucking car seat, which is why I asked specifically for you two to bring one.” Blitz breathed after the giant angry run-on sentence. Then Loona let out a yawn, showing her milk-white baby teeth, and all three imps froze as she woke up. The hellhound pup’s red eyes stared at Millie, as she started to fuss a bit. “Aww, Loony, it’s okay, Aunt Millie’s here,” the lone female imp cooed as she gently rocked Loona in her arms. “Wanna Daddy!” the babyfied hellhound whined. “Guess she’s even a Daddy's girl as a baby, huh, Sir?” Moxxie snickered, which turned into a squeak as Blitz stomped on his tail. “Daddy’s tired, sweetie,” their employer said in a kind, yet clearly exhausted tone, as he kissed her head. “You can play with Auntie Millie or Uncle Moxxie, though.” Uncle Moxxie? Really? Loona froze…and started to sniffle, tears in her eyes. “Me sowwy,” she whimpered. “Huh?” Moxxie was completely confused. If Loona was a baby, why was she sorry? “Me sowwy fow…me no no why!” She began to bawl at the top of her lungs. All three imps were baffled. “What’s going on?” Millie asked nobody in particular, as she bounced the upset hellhound pup in her arms. “Nothing good,” a posh voice answered. Everyone jumped before turning to face Stolas, who had come in unannounced. He looked genuinely unnerved. “Hello, Blitzy. I called you and your subordinates on your phones, but none of you answered. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Loona may have accidentally unleashed the end of days.” - Well, hope you, the reader, enjoyed~ 1
TerranV Posted August 30, 2024 Posted August 30, 2024 Oh so that was a baaad demon in the grimoire... We get so few moments of genuine affection for Blitz from Loona in the series proper, I can't wait to see some here. 1
Baby Jemma Posted September 1, 2024 Author Posted September 1, 2024 On 8/30/2024 at 5:10 PM, TerranV said: Oh so that was a baaad demon in the grimoire... We get so few moments of genuine affection for Blitz from Loona in the series proper, I can't wait to see some here. We'll definitely see about who the demon is. To be fair, I wouldn't say they're "baaad": just very, very eager to get out of the Grimoire. And yeah, we'll get it from Loona...but Blitz is very bad at feelings, though. You'll see.
TerranV Posted September 1, 2024 Posted September 1, 2024 42 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said: And yeah, we'll get it from Loona...but Blitz is very bad at feelings, though. You'll see. Blitz being bad at feelings has been proven time and time again in the show. 1
Baby Jemma Posted September 6, 2024 Author Posted September 6, 2024 @TerranVAnd it'll be proven in this chapter as well. Here it is (as a CONTENT WARNING: implied molestation): - Chapter Six: Anger - “Does that explain why my adult daughter is a fu - no, rewording, F-U-C-K-I-N-G baby?” Blitzo asked in annoyance. “Somewhat. There was a very ancient, very powerful demon that was trapped in the pages of the Grimoire.” “Wait, so you’ve been letting my daughter read it, while knowing that?” Blitz could scarcely control his anger at Stolas, and the only reason he didn’t explode was because Loona, sounding exactly like a wailing baby would, needed comforting, not further shouting. He rubbed his regressed daughter’s hairfur gently, as Millie and Moxxie cuddled her, and she started hiccupping from her sobbing enough to calm down a little. “This demon was something hidden long ago, even from my family!” the owl demon explained hastily. “Even I didn’t know they still existed until I researched the Grimoire last night! The point is, no Goetia family member would be able to find them. It took someone with skill at using magic, no royal bloodline, and a desperate wish to set them free. Your daughter just so happened to have all three things at the same time, and the demon escaped into the living world to possess someone. If Heaven finds out - and believe me, you do not want Heaven finding out-” “They already have the Exterminations. They already go down here to kill sinners, and the most recent time they came, they aimed for Hellborn as well.” “They will see a direct threat only short of Lucifer Himself rising from Hell with an army behind him. They will kill us all - sinners and Hellborn - and Loona will be the first one they target.” Blitz sat down, his head in his hands as he processed the new horrifying information, his fury at Stolas only growing. “And the wish was…?” “A reset on her family. Your daughter, frankly, must’ve had a terrible life before you adopted her. Not that any of us haven’t - this is Hell, after all - but her scars are very much fresh and were opened every year of her life until you adopted her. She wanted a loving family, and the demon granted that in their own way, regressing her to the only happy point of her life, before…she was…” Stolas couldn’t continue, bowing his head. Blitz looked at Moxxie who shared the same sickened glance he had on his face. Then he looked at his beloved Loony, who was currently kicking her hind legs and squealing with laughter from Millie tickling her, although the pregnant imp seemed to have heard it as well, judging by the devastated look she had. Loona was just a baby. Who would hurt an innocent baby? Who would hurt his innocent baby? A feeling of bubbling, helpless rage burned his heart. He knew he and Loony had both had shit lives, true. Life was messy to the extreme for all of them, Blitz, Stolas, and Moxxie especially, but what the owl demon was implying happened to Loony Lucifer knows how many times was beyond unfathomable to the imp. “So, is she…aware?” Blitz asked Stolas softly. “For the most part, no. She remembers her acquaintances, and a very tiny bit remembers her actions, but the ability to process emotions and her traumatic memories are completely gone. From what I’m seeing, she’s a happy little toddler in almost every way. Octavia would probably love babysitting her until she starts growing up again.” The tall imp’s brain nearly broke. “Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, timeout! ‘Until she starts?’ Shouldn’t she still be growing up at the moment?” “That’s the part I have to do more research on,” the owl demon admitted. ”This demon has powerful magic and what they’ve done has essentially stopped aging for Loona. Normally, the Grimoire cannot turn back time for anyone, let alone stop it to this extent, but with this kind of power, I…don’t even know if your daughter will be able to grow up again.” Blitz felt crushed. Yes, this version of Loona was happy, was whole…but she was just beginning to call him “Dad” as an adult. She was showing her personality, coming out of her shell. Even her numerous angry rants were part of who she grew up as, what drew him to her that fateful day at the pound. Now it was gone and was replaced by a forever-needy toddler who was completely different because of that fucking book that his not-boyfriend gave him. And he didn’t know what to think. “She’s still your Loony, Sir,” Moxxie said gently. “And she needs us now more than she ever has before.” “Stolas?” “Yes, my little imp?” Blitz gritted his fangs. He knew how impulsive he was going to sound. He knew this would hurt him as well. He just didn’t care. “Get out of my apartment. Now. And take your book with you.” Stolas sighed, looking crestfallen. “I’ll be here if you need me.” He opened a portal and disappeared into the morning light. Blitz looked at Moxxie and Millie wrathfully, as if daring them to speak up. Moxxie cleared his throat nervously. “Sir, Stolas was just trying to he-“ “Moxx, I think we should take Loony shopping for supplies,” Millie interjected, giving her boss a nod as she carried both husband and baby hellhound in her arms, to the former’s protest and the latter’s fussing. Blitz watched them strap Loony into the car seat, watched their car leave over the horizon with Moxxie driving. Then, when he was sure everyone was gone, he channeled his seething rage, his overwhelming grief, his magnified fear, and let out a scream that sounded like a wounded animal, no longer caring if anyone else heard his pain. Unfortunately, someone else - two someones - had heard everything in the conversation. “This should be quite intriguing…” a cruel Australian-accented voice cackled. A more timid raspy voice interjected. “W-wait, y-y-you’re t-telling me there’s freaky magic that rewinds time?” “An’ a powerful demon, Fizzie. Already in the ‘uman world. Even more powerful than your boytoy, Fizzie.” “More powerful than a Sin?! M-M-Mammon, I thought…” “Only guy they bow to is Lucifer ‘imself, much as I ‘ate ta admit it. Anyways, yer the star o’ the show fer this’un, Fizzie! Might wanna trim the fat ta be sexy, but yer all good everywhere else, ‘cept maybe the wrinkles.” “I-I-I didn’t think-“ “But ya do ‘ave ‘em, my little money maker. Not enough to stop yer arse on the stage, but maybe in the future, after this…” “S-sure, of c-course! Whatever you need, M-Mammon!” “Still got yer prosthetics? Takin’ good care o’ ‘em, right? Bought ‘em jus’ fer you.” “Arms and legs are in g-great condition!” “Quit shakin’ in yer boots, Fizzie. Now, ‘ere’s what I wantcha ta do…” - Hope you enjoyed~ 1
TerranV Posted September 7, 2024 Posted September 7, 2024 Mammon just casually in the Pride Ring, spying on shit. Yeah Blitz being angry is understandable even though it isn't Stolas's fault. Potential nick pick but maybe I'm taking it too literally: Blitz mentions that the Exorcists come and kill them all when they only target sinners. Hellborn like Imps and Hellhounds are exempt. Of course Blitz might have just been speaking in very general terms. 1
Baby Jemma Posted September 8, 2024 Author Posted September 8, 2024 3 hours ago, TerranV said: Mammon just casually in the Pride Ring, spying on shit. Yeah Blitz being angry is understandable even though it isn't Stolas's fault. Potential nick pick but maybe I'm taking it too literally: Blitz mentions that the Exorcists come and kill them all when they only target sinners. Hellborn like Imps and Hellhounds are exempt. Of course Blitz might have just been speaking in very general terms. Yeah, Mammon's casually spying in the Pride Ring. Given that he's a Sin, he's able to do shit like that; after all, Ozzie wasn't immune to going to the Greed Ring. Yeah, maybe I should alter it a bit, say that he was speaking in very general terms. Thank you for the nitpick; I truly appreciate things like that, Terran.
Baby Jemma Posted September 13, 2024 Author Posted September 13, 2024 Well, time for the next chapter~ - Chapter Seven: Rhyming - Millie was letting Moxxie drive to the Ring of Gluttony, sitting right next to Loona, who was obviously having separation anxiety from her Daddy, crying her eyes out and whimpering. She was attempting to cheer her up with popular Wrathian nursery rhymes…with limited success. The latest one - one of her personal favorites as a toddler - was “The Cars on the Road”, and Loona stopped fussing a tiny bit. “The cars on the road go ‘boom, boom, boom’, ‘boom, boom, boom’, ‘boom, boom, boom’, the cars on the road go ‘boom, boom, boom’, all through the gloom!” Loona pointed at a car swerving on the road, the drunkards shouting slurs everywhere, being shark demons that were testing their luck and Millie’s patience. “Boom boom!” she squealed. Moxxie bore it all in silence, and Millie was admittedly worried about her husband. “You okay, Moxx?” she asked gently. “Yeah, just not my kind of song,” the small imp said. “Boom boom! Boom boom!” “And I guess you taught, er, retaught Loona a new word.” Millie pursed her lips. “What’s wrong, Moxxie?” she asked, her tone serious. Her husband sighed. “My dad wasn’t much for nursery rhymes, Millie. It was…Mom who taught them to me. The Wrathian ones. She was born in Wrath, and I grew up in Greed. Nobody sang anything after…and now…with us having a kid…” He grew silent, and Millie put her gentle tail on his. “Moxx, it’ll be okay. I can’t say everything’s going to be completely peachy keen; that’s life, unfortunately. But we’ll get through this.” “Boom boom!” Loona was pointing at something in the couple’s car: a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. Millie gave Loona an evil, excited grin at the equally excited hellhound pup. “You want Aunt Millie to make the car go ‘boom boom’, Loony?” “Yeth! Boom boom!” Loona clapped her uncoordinated paws together, as she looked out the window to the swerving car as an obviously-intoxicated shark demon inside flipped her off and swore loudly at them. Millie’s observant eyes missed nothing, and now she had an excuse to blow up those little bitch boys. “All righty, give me one sec.” She loaded the RPG, hefted it, pointed it out the window, hearing the terrified screams of the shark demons before she fired the rocket, and the three watched as the car, indeed, went “boom boom”. “Oh, crumbs,” Moxxie muttered to himself as Millie celebrated with Loona who was drumming her legs and tail on the car seat, squealing with infantile glee…before her lip quivered and she started to cry. Millie smelled it before Moxxie did, and unlike him, she was used to it (having had a large family and living on a farm), while he gagged a bit at the rank stench coming from the bawling hellhound pup. “I believe little Loony had an accident on the towel,” Millie said, gently cuddling Loona, whose crying slowly turned to sniffling. “Let’s pull over, Moxx, get her cleaned up. Hopefully the place up ahead will have D-I-A-P-E-R-S.” “Yeah,” the male imp said, feeling a bit nauseous. Loona, for her part, seemed quite unable to decipher simple spelling and looked at Millie in coddled confusion. The female imp cooed at her and gave the hellhound pup a gentle boop on her snout, reducing her to giggles. Moxxie pulled over into a parking lot, and couldn’t deal with the smell anymore, puking on the side of the parking space. Millie looked at her husband with a grin. “Moxx, we deal with dead bodies all the time that smell worse than this for the same reasons.” “It’s just…Lucifer Almighty, what did she eat, Mills?” “Honey, everybody poops; it’s in those human books. Dead bodies poop, babies poop, Loony definitely poops, yes, you did!” She turned to the guilty party, tickling the pup until Loona squealed with happiness. Then she looked at the store they pulled up to. “Baby Demons R Us, Moxxie, you’re amazing!” Millie gave her husband, who was just finishing his recovery, a giant hug as he sighed in relief. “Oh, hello, dears! I see you have a little one of your own!” A female hellhound, another wolf with white fur, walked up, looking at the trio curiously. Loona started to whimper in fear, curling her tail between her legs, as she shrank behind Moxxie. “It’s okay, Loony, friendly folk,” Millie said reassuringly, as she picked the baby hellhound up, and cradled her in her sturdy arms, as the pup hid her face. “Oh, dear, where did you find her?” the hellhound female asked curiously. “She’s not even wearing protection.” “A-D-O-P-T-E-D,” Moxxie spelled out to Loona’s confusion. “Oh, the poor baby. Some of those places are monstrous. Not even giving you a pack of diapers when she clearly needs them.” The hellhound paused. “And from the smell, I think you’re expecting a baby yourself.” “Yes, ma’am,” Millie said with pride. “Moxxie’s and mine. Loona’s with us because her Daddy’s busy working a well-paying job, but we’re all family.” “Loona, what an adorable name for a pup as cute as a button!” the female hellhound cooed. “She’s going to be so beautiful when she grows up.” If she grows up, like Stolas said… “Oh, dear, that reminds me: I’ll give you a fresh Devvie for her. She’s around the size of my girl at home, so it should fit. Don’t worry; I have plenty.” “How old’s your girl?” Millie asked. “She turned her first Hellyear three months ago.” Millie noticed a look in Loona’s expression that disappeared faster than the blink of an eye, and she understood. There’s still a tiny bit of the grown-up Loona left, and she’s ashamed of herself. At that moment, Millie realized just how hard this was on Loona, noticed the slight panicked look in the babyfied hellhound’s eyes as the hellhound mother moved forward with the diaper, and decided to intercede. “Hang on, I think we should do this,” Millie said politely. “Of course, dear,” the matronly hellhound said warmly, giving Millie the diaper. “I’m sorry, I must be going. My daughter is probably wondering where I’m at. It was nice to meet you!” The mother hellhound got in her car, driving away as Loona started to fuss and whine. “Moxxie, if you’d sing Loony a song? How about a nursery rhyme from Wrath?” She prayed that the look in her eyes told her husband all he needed to know about what was going on. Moxxie caught the look in his wife’s eyes and nodded, bringing out his guitar from the car and strumming a gentle melody that was completely not a Wrathian nursery song…and yet Millie noticed Loona was completely entranced…even before her husband started singing in that beautiful, yet gentle voice of his, oh, Lucifer, how she loved that man. “Even when you’re so, so, low, in the grass of the sun, the sun, in no time at all you, will, grow, become number one, fun, one. If you stumble, I’ll catch you, nobody can match you, because you’re a little seed in the soil. But when you accept, do it, feel the sun and wind swept through it, you’ll grow to become a royal. So, princess, you’ll grow, grow, grow, and then you will know, know, know, that these days aren’t low, low, low, when you growww.” Loona was sucking on her thumb blissfully, and she seemed pacified by the song. To Millie’s surprise, the hellhound toddler didn’t put up any fuss during the diaper change, even when her tail - a part that hellhounds hated being touched by others - was put through the hole in the back. “That’s not any nursery rhyme I’ve ever heard, Moxx,” Millie whispered to Moxxie curiously. “Probably because I made it up on the spot, Mills,” her husband whispered back in a nonchalant tone. “But why is she calm now all of a sudden?” “Because I just told her what she needed to hear: that it’s okay for her to be a baby, even if it’s for a little while.” Millie smiled, hugging her husband. “I love you, honey,” she said, as they kissed. - Hope you enjoyed~ 1
TerranV Posted September 14, 2024 Posted September 14, 2024 Moxxie and Millie really are the most wholesome couple in Hell. Good job! 1
Baby Jemma Posted September 14, 2024 Author Posted September 14, 2024 8 hours ago, TerranV said: Moxxie and Millie really are the most wholesome couple in Hell. Good job! Charlie and Vaggie might argue the point...but I love M&M as well. Thanks~
TerranV Posted September 15, 2024 Posted September 15, 2024 1 hour ago, Baby Jemma said: Charlie and Vaggie might argue the point...but I love M&M as well. Thanks~ Well if we are including Hazbin characters... 1
Baby Jemma Posted September 15, 2024 Author Posted September 15, 2024 27 minutes ago, TerranV said: Well if we are including Hazbin characters... You didn't specify which Hell. And yes, the Hazbin characters are going to make appearances (the whole plot of this story was something I thought of in the hospital on August), sooo, yeah, M&M and Chaggie...as well as HuskerDust and CherriPent.
TerranV Posted September 15, 2024 Posted September 15, 2024 46 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said: You didn't specify which Hell. Well it is all the same Hell. 1
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