The chaotic showdown with I.M.P and their latest bounty had taken an unexpected turn. What started as a straightforward capture mission had veered into absolute absurdity. The humans—cornered, desperate, and clearly less experienced than they thought—resorted to enchanting the area in a last-ditch effort.Blitzø and Moxxie found themselves whisked away to a shadowy room surrounded by the humans’ minions, fists already flying. Meanwhile, Loona and Millie materialized at… table

Loona slumped in the far corner of the Hellhound Adoption Center, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the grimy floor. The gray, dingy walls were a familiar cage, trapping her in a place that felt more like a prison than a shelter. The taunts from the staff had become a daily routine, their sneers and jeers blending into the ambient misery of her life here."Don't get your hopes up, Loona," they'd say with that mocking tone. "No one's ever gonna want you. You're just another lost cause."Sevent

The mansion was a beacon of opulence, lit up against the dark October night, its sprawling architecture a symbol of the wealth and power accumulated within. Loona and Millie could see it from a distance as they made their approach, blending in with the shadows cast by towering trees and the ornate statues that lined the driveway. The entire place was buzzing with activity, laughter, and music filtering out from the windows as the guests inside toasted to their “successes.”“This is the plac

The air in the Pride Ring had a taut, electrified feeling, like a storm just waiting to break. At I.M.P’s headquarters, that tension was suffocating, the looming presence of Millie’s family casting an oppressive shadow. Moxxie could feel it, deep in his gut—a knot of anxiety twisting tighter with every passing minute. Millie’s parents never missed an opportunity to remind him how little they thought of him. The dismissive glances, the snide remarks… especially from Joe.

Millie stood just outside Verosika Mayday’s tour bus, arms folded, her tail flicking with irritation as she watched the popstar strut around, entirely unaware of the confrontation looming. Verosika, fresh from her latest concert, was basking in the attention of her entourage, oblivious to the fire-eyed imp glaring daggers at her. The timing couldn’t be better—Vortex was on vacation, leaving Verosika without her usual muscle to back her up.

Millie’

Inside the grandiose, dimly lit cathedral, Blitzø darted behind a crumbling pew, bullets whizzing past his head. "Okay, lady, you call that aiming? Moxxie can aim better than that drunk as fuck and blindfolded!" he taunted, his voice echoing through the vast, hollow space.Across the church, Priestess Seraphine tightened her grip on her silver-plated revolver, her expression icy despite the flush of frustration creeping up her neck. Her white robes, lined with golden embroidery, shimmered under

Pranked

Stolas paced around his room, excitedly anticipating his third full moon rendezvous with Blitzo and Fizzarolli since they made their deal. This one was going to be special. A few days after their last meeting, Stolas had happened upon a unique book of magic created by someone who claimed to have worked with Asmodeus himself. Stolas wasn’t sure how this book had ended up in his library, but somehow it was exactly what he needed – it was chock full of s

Stolas sipped coffee from the cup he recently ordered, setting it down and sighing with relief. Oh how much he needed that coffee, because he needed something to take the edge off of the events of earlier. Preferably without the use of drugs.“Blitzø, I think I'm about settled now. Do you wish to begin, or shall I?” “Gimme a sec, Stols.” Blitzø utters as he is busy pushing on something. That something, appearing to be another demon that was currently being sucked down into Loona’s maw

Making Up for Lost TimeBlitz hadn’t felt this awkward since that dinner at Crimson’s house. He and Fizz were sitting on the dirty couch in the middle of his dingy apartment. The TV was playing some shitty sitcom, but neither of them was really paying attention to it. They weren’t even two feet from each other, but they felt miles apart. Sure, they were friends again, but this was their first time in fifteen years just…hanging out. Neither of them had any idea what to actually

It's been four days since the I.M.P took care of their first target during the new surge of demons trying to cause a mess across Hell. Throughout those days Blitzø wanted to be insistent that they weren't some sort of cleanup crew for the messes of ‘assholes that start shit and get hit’, but there was no way he could say no to the possible surge of business. And what a surge it was. Because not only was the current environment of Hell thriving with assassination possibilities due to all of

Bing Bing Bing! “RIIIIIISSSSE AND SHINE, LOONY!”Blitzø exclaimed rather cheerfully, ringing his brand new alarm close by so that he could wake up his pride and joy, his brightest sunshine, his reason for keeping himself going. AKA: His greatest reason he hasn't gotten it all over with and offed himself. His beloved daughter-SMACK! THUD!A stool clocked him right in the head, and he went down instantly. He weakly raised a shaky arm, in order to do a thumbs up. “...G-Good throw, sweetie!-shi