Helluva Hotel/Hazbin Boss (Parody)
HELLUVA HOTEL (PILOT) October 82, 9102
 Starring the incredible talents of Wat-is Dis, Irma Imp, Johnny Hazbin and Red Doe 666.
 In HELL, Imps are the lowest of the low in society, but what happens when one starts a hotel and recreation business? This happens!
 Follow Blitzo (the âoâ is silent) as he pursues his seemingly impossible goal to help demons peacefully express themselves to reduce the mockery of lower class sinnersâŚplus the exterminations of fellow demons by Exterminators and a rival Heaven group. After a yearly extermination and having his previous office set on fire, Blitzo opens a hotel complete with an office for himself. He hopes that patients will become better individuals, grow to appreciate the imps and support Blitzoâs love of musicals and murder. While most of Hell mocks his goals and dreams, his father and his fellow employee Moxxie mocks it doubly so. Moxxieâs wife, erotic dancer and test subject Millie stick by their sides. When a grumpy Hellhound entity known as âMoonlight Howlâ Loona reluctantly reaches out to Blitzo to help in his endeavors, his crazy dream is given a chance to become reality.
    HAZBIN BOSS (PILOT) November 52, 9102
 Starring the incredible talents of Blonde Disney Princess In Inferno, SJW Aggressor Moth, Porny Horny Spider Boi, Diabolic Deer Daddy, Gambling Grumpy Cat and Maid of DisHonorly Lust.
 Follow Charlie, the princess of Hell as she attempts to run a hybrid rehabilitation/killing residence in a very competitive market and careless chaotic society. She is the head of D.E.M.O.N. (Denizens End Misery Or Not) in correlation to I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals)
 She has help from her weapons specialist Vaggie, her powerhouse Angel Dust and torturer/receptionist Alastor. With the help of an ancient book obtained by one of the rich Eldritch family members, they manage to make their work possible by killing humans at the requests of their demon clients, sending them to the Magne Hotel to be tortured, redeemed or be stimulated by endless entertainment. They also attempt to survive each other while trying to keep their business afloat.
 But a rival company exists as well in correlation to C.H.E.R.U.B (Cherish Human Existence Revive U Back): A.N.G.E.L. (All Nobodyâs Get Extended Life) a.k.a. they reincarnate people so they have a chance to life their human lives, worship God, and not have to endure the forced rehab program.
   The scene opened up with âRed Doe 666 PresentsâŚâ as shadow curtains openedâŚ
 Against a white background designed with eyes, a shadowy figure of Blitzo was seen riding a horse with horns and a spiked tail.
 Blitzo was heard singing:
 âHere I amâŚthis is me.
Thereâs nowhere else in Hell Iâd rather be
Here I amâŚwhat am I to do?
I hope someday I can make my dreams come true
Itâs a new world, itâs a new start
Alive with the screaming and the fresh hearts
Itâs a new day, itâs a new plan
And itâs waiting for me
 A shadowy pentagram glowed and the camera moved down, showing shadowy figures of humans being killed by the three imps with weapons.
A shadow figure of Blitzo looked up at the princess and Lucifer, his face downcast. He wished for a better life, but Lucifer looked down on him as common dirt. Blitzo then turned to the right and encountered a silhouette of his father and mother. Blitzo appeared to try and reason with them, but they both pointed in the other direction. Blitzo sadly turned around, his parents not listening to him.
 The city spun within a glowing white pentagram as white angels holding spears surrounded it. Imp City appeared to be burning as shadows of other denizens turned their backs on it.
 âWhy have I always been a failure?
Why donât they see they canât take me?
Why donât they know I long to be free?â
 Blitzo stood small and downcast under a towering horned silhouette of his imp father, Donner, yellow critical eyes glowing. Black tendrils made the screen go black. A spinning globe appeared with white eyes blinking at it. Silhouettes of Exterminators later posed with swords and bloodstained bodies around them. Each of them had an x over their right eyes and creepy grins on their faces.
 The next scenes showed Imp City in disrepair, weapons and bodies littering the streets. The Pentagram moon stood out in the crimson sky. Homeless demons sat in despair under ripped cardboard boxes, with âSatan Bless,â signs around them. One old store read: âTricksters and Trades,â another said âPimp Imps: Strip Club.â The most prominent building was metallic with black and white stripped horns extending out for decoration.
 Blitzo slowly walked out from the building onto a balcony. He leaned on a railing, briefly brushing his hand against his face. He was wearing his usual tattered navy blue work suit with orange pink buttons and a red undershirt with a pink straw pin with a face on it. He was also wearing silver cowboy boots.
 Blitzo picked up a trumpet and blew a bugle sound, the notes echoing throughout the area, signaling that it was safe for the other imps to come out. The imps opened their windows and peered out from behind alleyways. Blitzo stared at his phone and the clock tower in the live video on it read â365 days until next cleanse.â
 The title then appeared: âWelcome to the Helluva Hotel.â
 A car barreled through an open portal and ran over a poor imp before screeching to a stop. A red imp with wild black hair stepped out, a bloodstained knife sheathed at her side.
 âWow that was some kill, thank for the backup sweetie,â said a male imp, Crosser. Both of them had just finished killing their target via a runaway chase. Crosser had dreamed of crossing over to the human world, and had wanted to run the human man over after the man had killed one of his sinner friends.
 Millie shut the door, wearing her usual black tank top, torn black pants and black collar around her neck. Her horns were shirt and black with small white stripes on them.
 âYeah, listen, I donât want to let word out that Iâve been helping random clients with unusual requests for their targets. It was just a quick cash grab, you got it?â
 She smiled with large doe eyes.
 âWhatever you say, slut,â Crosser remarked with a laugh that followed.
 âWow how rude can you be?â she exclaimed. She leaned in dangerously close. âLet me know who you find something better to call me, you scrawny runty pack of bird shit. Tell the boys at the club I said hi.â She blew him a kiss before stepping back. He grumbled and drove away before his car crashed with a sideways flip.
 Millie strolled along the sidewalk and grabbed someone elseâs stick of rotten candy.
 âHey!â the imp yelled as Millie ran off with a giggle. âYou snooze you lose, sucker!â
 She couldnât wait to tell Blitzo of her successful day.
   Later, Moxxie and Stolas were busy helping Blitzo prepare for his big speech. Moxxie was straightening up his navy blue jacket, while Stolas was massaging his horns. They were in Stolasâ room and the meeting would take place in front of the palace.
 âDo you remember what to say, sir?â Moxxie asked Blitzo.
 Blitzo smiled and stood up straight. âYes, letâs do this!â
 Stolas smiled as well, wiggling his eyebrows. âJust look at me if youâre nervous.â
 âCome on guys, I know what to say!â Blitzo exclaimed. âI just feel like we need toâŚI donât know, make things sound more excitingâŚâ
 He randomly played with bobble-heads of Moxxie and Millie before tossing them aside. Then he gasped, getting an idea.
 âSing a song about it?â Moxxie asked with a huff of annoyance.
 âExactly Moxxie! Now youâre starting to get the hang of things around here!â
 Stolas playfully poked Blitzoâs face, while Blitzo and Moxxie responded with grimaces.
 âPlease donât sing,â Moxxie chided to his boss. âThis is serious.â
 âWell you knowâŚâ Blitzo said, climbing on top of Stolasâ dresser, knocking things down, âI do find Iâm better at expressing my goals through song!â
 âBlitzy, stop knocking over my belongings!â Stolas puffed up his feathers in anger.
 Moxxie glared at Blitzo as he walked over. âLife isnât a musical, sir. Even if it were, yours would be so atrocious, not even Vox would allow it on that unwatched channel!â
 âThen Iâll just have to use more of your salaries to release a better jingle,â Blitzo responded with a glare and sneer. He reached over for his plastic cup of iced coffee and downed several gulps of the light brown and white liquid. He sighed in content after he finished. Stolas made a disgusted face as some splashes of the drink spilled onto the floor.
 âIâd be more than happy to watch it,â Stolas replied to him. âIn fact, I could watch you all day in any formâŚâ
 âOh please,â Blitzo scoffed at Stolas. âGet over that one time thing already. My credibility is at risk of being lost here!â
 Moxxie folded his arms and opened his mouth in frustration. âYour credibility? What about I.M.P.? Youâre just making it look like a fucking joke!â He took a breath and pinched his nose briefly. âWe are still a company, even ifâŚthings have changed a bitâŚâ
 None of them could forget when someone âaccidentallyâ set their office on fire, and had to start over with several tasks.
 Blitzo grinned and pulled out a piece of paper. âOh, I have these other ideas of what to say. The highlighted bits are the best parts.â
 Moxxie took the paper, and scanned it in disbelief. âItâs all highlighted. Are these drawings?â
 âYep!â Blitzo affirmed, pointing to the paper. On it were several drawings of horses of different sizes, colored in with brown, gray, white and black crayons. The drawings looked like those that a child would do. Beside the horses were several names labeled for each one: Thumbtack, Bottlecap, Stapler, Live Wire and Toothpick. The list read: I.M.P. History, Why Blitz Is The Best, Jingle Suggestions, and Ending Song. At the bottom was a crude drawing of Blitzo on a stage, dancing with Moxxie, Millie, and Loona as dead humans with xs on their eyes and tongues out piled up around them. Nearby, imps and demons tossed them money and flowers.
 Blitzoâs eyes were shining in wonder. âSee! Thatâs the ultimate goal! Everyoneâs happy and appreciating us. And we still get to kill to our heartsâ content.â Â
 âItâs not that simple, sir!â Moxxie groaned with a face-palm. âJust follow the talking points we went over.â He grabbed hold of Blitzoâs collar. âAnd Do. Not. Sing.â
 âWhatever,â Blitzo said as he shoved Moxxie off him. âIf not that, then I can always do my improv skills.â
 Blitzo saluted and walked out of the room, while the others followed. They were soon outside the palace near a round table where several owls had tea one time. There was a camera crew and several imps taking pictures. Blitzo took his seat in a chair, while Stolas stood regally nearby. Millie grinned and gave Blitzo a thumbs up. Loona slouched in a chair and shot avatars of Moxxie and Husk in an app game on her phone.
 âHi Iâm Blitzo,â said the imp to a wealthy demon with white tentacle hair, gray-green skin and a pink dress with fur and matching heels. Her gray skinned brother wore a green suit and a green top hat decorated with living yellow eyes and teeth around the brim.
 âHelsa Von Eldritch,â she deadpanned. âIâd say itâs a pleasure to meet you but thatâd be a lie. You can put your hand away. I donât touch imps and sinners. I have standards.â
 Blitzo withdrew his hand. âHowâs that working out for you, Hel?â
 âBe glad that Iâm letting you live after you so rudely forgot to address me as Lady Helsa Von Eldritch,â She fluffed her hair. âMy time is money and no one really wants you here. Youâre only here because Charlie forgot to show up for Hellâs Royal Vogue fashion segment. One that features me as the favorite, obviously.â
 Nearby were magazines that showed Sevaithan, Helsa, Octavia and Charlie wearing fancy clothing while their faces were obscured under wide brimmed hats. Seviathan wore his usual green top hat with eyes on it and fancy green suit. Octavia wore a dress of black, Helsaâs was pink and Charlieâs was apple red in the pictures.
 âButâŚâ Blitzo began, before Helsa cut him off.
 âSo donât get cocky with me clown or Iâll fucking strangle you.â She bared her sharp teeth as Blitzo silently gulped. Helsa sat down in her seat, painting her sharp nails.
 âAnd I thought that bratty kid was a piece of shit,â Blitzo thought to himself.
 Blitzo spotted Stolasâ daughter Octavia with her mother sitting in high throne-like chairs at an adjacent table.
 âHowâs it going, Via?â Blitzo called.
 âGood until you showed up,â she replied in a British accent.
 âOh!â Stolas added. âWe should all go on a family trip to Loo Loo Land sometime! Iâll bring some balloons and popcorn if you want.â
 âThat place reeks of corporate shame,â Octavia scoffed in her seat. âItâs just a rip off of Loo Loo World, anyway. Besides, I would much rather hang out with Helsa than die of embarrassment again.â
 âSoâŚyou friends with her or not?â Blitzo asked in confusion.
 Octavia rolled her eyes and retorted. âYou and my father still a thing?â
 âBlitzo,â warned the white owl queen Melodia, mentioning to the waiting crew.
Blitzo took his seat near Helsa and Seviathan, the two wealthy Eldritch siblings.
 âRight,â Blitzo said, straightening his clothes and looking at the cameras.
 âHi, Iâm Blitzo, the âoâ is silent and Iâm the founder of I.M.P. Are you a piece ofâŚâ
 Moxxie shook his head and mouthed, âNot an ad.â
 Blitzo took a deep breath, his smile fading a little. âAs most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, Iâve always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home andâŚâ
 A stray feather floated in front of Blitzoâs nose, causing the imp to sneeze.
 ââŚsome you are my clients, so I suppose I should try to be more concerned about you. We just went through another Extermination.â
 Millie gave him two thumbs up.
 Blitzo continued. âWeâve lost so many souls, including homeless people, and it breaks my heart to see other imps and hellhounds being slaughtered every year. Same goes for sinners. I mean, they brought it on themselves mostly, but then again, if there were no demons around, then there would be no business for me to run.â
 Sudden anger sparked in his golden eyes. âIn our society, imps are not even given a chance!â
 He pounded his fist on the table, spilling his coffee drink all over his jacket. He swore and tried to lick some of it off. Stolas arrived and quickly wiped the stains off as much as he could. Blitzo brushed the owl prince away before continuing.
 âImps are the lowest of the low? Why is that? Because weâre somehow poorer than sinners? Weâre lesser in numbers so imps and hellhounds can be called to service by random strangers anytime they wish? How are imps somehow lower than sinners, who are supposedly lower than the elite hellborn? I mean, imps are born in HellâŚshouldnât we get the proper treatment we deserve? Iâm the founder of the most well-known company in Imp City, along with access to the human world, no less! That should definitely count for something! I cannot stand idly by while the place I live is subject to such judgement and death.â
 Blitzo continued⌠âSo, Iâve been thinkingâŚisnât there a better way to hinder ignorance, and in my case, hinder the lower ratings for my company? Isnât there a more alternative way to change clients and souls throughâŚrecreation? Well I think yes, and that is what my project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, Iâm expanding on my company and makingâŚa conjoint hotel to encourage self-expression and I.M.P. appreciation!â
 Blitzo spread out his arms at the table. He then muttered nervously at the confused faces. âYou knowâŚcause when demons learn to appreciate us more and be somewhat nicerâŚwe wonât have to worry about those blasted Cherubs or the angels coming after usâŚâ
 âAngels?â laughed an imp as he watched Blitzo on TV. âIs that imp for real? Oh heâs nuts!â
 Blitzo went onâŚâand those who come and cheer for me at my musicals will receive a 15% discount the next time they need my gang to kill people! Yay!â
 âStupid clown,â mocked an imp before Millie punched the cameraman right in the face, sending him off the stool.
 Blitzo looked around in concern. âLook, I know that each and every one of you has something good inside you. I know you do.â
 Then he smirked, getting an idea. âMaybe Iâm not getting through to youâŚâ
 He mentioned to his black haired imp sisters Tilla and Barbie Wire, who suddenly walked in view of the camera, wearing black and pink circus outfits.
 Moxxie face-palmed with an âoh no.â
 Blitzo began his song while standing on the tableâŚ
 âI have a dream, Iâm here to tell
About a wonderful new I.M.P. hotel
Catering to bloodthirsty clienteleâ
 Blitzoâs sisters provided harmonizing vocals.
 âWhen you want somebody gone
And you donât wanna wait too long
Call the Immediate Murder Professionals
Your vengeance gone wrong?
Are you looking for a song?
At my new hotel, we wonât do you wrong
 I.M.P. just wait and see
Embrace you inner demons and live free
But we expect, to treat us with respect
Or weâll have to break your neck
 Yes itâs hard to learn to be good
But to escape stressful lives, you know you would
Give us some green and donât be mean
Thisâll be greatest show youâve ever seeeeeen!
We provide service to you
Thereâs no room for inner strife
When we could have a better life
 There will be no more loss
And there will be no more schemes
Just horsey-horse nuzzles and iced coffee dreams
And traveling a better way
Youâll be like âYay!â
Once you check in with meeee
Cause we come straight up from Hell
We make your troubles go away
And you can find a place to stay
Via the Immediate Murder Professionals
 Blitzo and his sisters ended with poses on the table.
 One demon with one eye said âWow! That was shit!â
 Everyone except Blitzo, Tilla, Barbie Wire, Moxxie, Loona, Millie, and Stolas burst into laughter. Blitzo buried his face in his hands on the table, while Millie fired her gun at the crew. Moxxie booed at Blitzo.
 Helsa Von Eldrich sneered at the imp, her brother next to her.
 âWhat in the Nine Circles of Hell makes you think people would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this experiment even works. You want people to be good and pay attention to your measly company justâŚbecause?â
 âWell,â Blitzo argued, âI have an employee already whoâs dedicated to my cause.â
 âAnd who might that be?â
 âOh just someone namedâŚMillie. Oh and we also have a new guest coming as wellâŚMimzy!â
 Seviathan glanced over and asked, âThe flapper girl?â He had previously dated Charlie but would occasionally mess and flirt with sinner girls to mess with them. Mimzyâs fame had appealed to him.
 âYou fucking would, Sevia!â Helsa bared her teeth. âAnyway, I bet that girl wouldnât bat an eye to your company unless you had a million souls.â
 âAdmit it, Blitzo,â added Sevia. âYou and your gang of imps are dead to us and to Hell. How does it feel being a total failure?â
 The sibling snobs cackled at a hurt Blitzo.
 âYeah, well how does it feel that your ex loves a sinner over you, huh? Bastard bitch?!â
 Sevia and Blitzo managed to yell and land a few punches before they were forcefully separated via Stolasâ bird guards. The meeting ended abruptly on the spot. Blitzo and his companions felt dejected on their way back to the office. Stolas had generously given Blitzo some money to add another connecting hotel building with rows of rooms, a stage and a bar.
 The three imps arrived at their building and after filling out some paperwork, they met in a lobby of the separate building. There were pictures along the walls of the I.M.P. members. Blitzo posing with his sisters after performing at a circus. Blitzo holding a puppy Loona lovingly. Moxxie and Millie in wedding attire, the couple gazing lovingly at each other. Millie and Moxxie sitting with a large Apple mascot for Loo Loo Land, Moxxie crying in fear and discomfort.
 Millie walked over to the fridge and pulled out a box of popsicles. She happily sucked and ate a black raspberry one.
 âYou know you might as well get more food for this place,â Millie mentioned to Blitzo. âTo feed all the wayward souls in this place.â She giggled and added, âI can help organize the car wash while you search the fridge for spoiled butter!â
 Blitzo just sat dejectedly on a wooden crate of booze. Millie considered comforting him, but Moxxie gave her a look and shook his head. Millie sighed and followed her husband to let Blitzo be alone. Blitzo stepped outside and called a familiar person on his hell phone. The label read âStolas, a.k.a. One Night Stand Bird Dick.â
 âHey Stolas, itâs me.â
 âHello Blitzy, how may I entertain you tonight?â
 âNo you really donât have to.â
 âPerhaps a show that can make up for todayâs broadcast?â
 âYeah about that, IâŚdonât think Iâm making a difference. I mean, Iâm lucky to be alive after the Extermination but, everyone thought my plan was stupid.â
 âPerhaps unusual,â Stolas mentioned. âRedeeming and trying to change demons is like trying to freeze Hellâs fires. Itâs just not possible.â
 âNot that I want to do it completelyâŚbut if things keep going wrong, Iâll lose my company and maybe even my familiesâ lives from those in Heaven.â
 Stolas squawked with laughter. âDonât tell me youâre scared of those flying cherubs and sheep?â
âFuck that! Those dancing revivers are annoying pieces of shit trying to interfere with my hard work.â
 âHow about this way, C.H.E.R.U.B. or whatever those things are, revive humans so you have more humans to kill later on!â
 âBut having to kill the same people again and again? How boring is that! I.M.P. needs more variety, less repetition. Thumbtack, my horse, agrees.â
 âDidnât you tell me about how you killed that bratty kid twice?â
 âIt was Moxxie and then me but thatâs not the point. If this company goes out of business, then Iâll never get the chance to live my musical theater dreams.â
 âDonât be sad, Blitzy,â said Stolas. âYou have your associates and you also have me. Iâll make sure no one messes around with you.â
 âI think my dad wasâŚright about meâŚâ
 âYouâre no failure Blitzy. He can hardly call himself a father to you. And if he ever tries to make you lonely and bring you down because of your goalsâŚâ
 Stolas then ranted on with a series of curses and a lot of cringe-worthy sentences. Blitzo laughed nervously.
 âIf this is your way of trying to get into bed then I ainât having it.â
 âNo, not this time.â
 âOkay then. Thanks for the advice.â
 Blitzo hung up by tapping on the phone screen. He wiped tears from his eyes as he headed back inside. He leaned against the door, eyes closed, frustrated and fatigued. Â
  Just then, he heard a knock on the door. One loud knock that made it sound like someone had decided to punch the door. A smile grew on Blitzoâs face as he opened the door.
 There stood Loona in her usual gray tank top with a black downward pentagram design below her neck. Her pants with a moon on it wore torn and she wore no shoes. Her eyes flared red, her red tongue just visible among her sharp teeth.
 Blitzo beamed. âLooâŚâ
 Loona slammed the door hard. Blitzo opened it.
 Loona slammed it again.
 Blitzo eagerly turned to Moxxie. âHey Moxxie!â
âWhat?!â asked the agitated imp.
 âLoony is at the door!â
 âWhat?!â Moxxie asked. âOh?â asked Millie.
 Blitzo was cheered up. âWhat should I do?â
 âDonât let her in!â Moxxie spat.
 Blitzo waltzed right to the door and opened it.
 âMay I rant now?â asked the hellhound.
 âYou may,â Blitzo responded.
 Loona stomped inside. âThe nerve of you guys to just leave me behind like that. I mean, did you want me to sit through another segment of royalty bitching about their outfits. When my punk clothing is superior anyway. Man Blitzo, I havenât seen anything so embarrassing since you decided to give me spiders and sleep with that privileged asshole. Heh, you were kinda pathetic.â
 She had her sharp black claws out, and her breath smelled of alcohol.
 Moxxie pointed a gun at her. âStop right there! I know that look and Iâm not gonna let you hurt anyone else here, you lunatic emo meth addicted bitch!â
 Loona just lowered the gun with her fingers. âIf I wanted to hurt anyone here, I wouldâve done so already.â
 She growled and bared her fangs. âYa know, I came becauseâŚI was thinking of helping.â
 Blitzo looked confused. âSay what?â
 âI wanna help you run this place. Why not, nothing else to do.â She scoffed. âThough Blitzo, your plans are ridiculous as always.â
 âWhy do you still have her around?â Moxxie shook his head. âShe hardly answers the bone phone and has skipped work too many times to count!â
 âDonât talk about her like that, sheâs fine. Sometimes she has what some people would callâŚruff days.â
 Loona flipped the bird before searching the fridge. âAny avocado salads here?â
 âNo. I already ate mine early thanks to you eating mine last time.â
 âNobody claimed it and besides, people like you donât need lunch.â
 âAlright,â said Blitzo. âIâll be happy to have you help. JustâŚdonât fly off the handle or get into any trouble.â
 âFair enough, whatever.â
 The hellhound looked around. âAny hotel visitors around here?â
 Millie mentioned to a chubby short blonde haired woman reading a magazine and humming a tune. âJust Mimzy.â
 âYouâre never fully dressed without a smile,â she sang.
 âMeh. Not enough. Hey Millie, any extra things you can do?â
 Millie grinned. I can snuggle you and give you kisses.â
 Loona sighed. âHang on, Iâll be right back. I can sniff you a few people who might be helpful.
 About fifteen minutes later, she came holding a squirming blue anglerfish demon in her paw. He was wearing a gray lab coat, yellow goggles and a hanging light from his small top hat.
 âThis little amphibian is Baxter,â Lonna said, dropping him.
 âI-Iâm Baxter,â the fish stammered. âThat mutt over there just tracked me down, right when I was about to gather my ingredients for my next p-project. Itâs a top secret formula that I m-must complete.â He raced around to grab more beakers, vials and a burner nearby. âItâs been a w-while since Iâve seen new people. And I donât want to see any more. No, no, no, stay back! Back off I say!â He pointed a white shrink ray at anyone who came too close.  âIf youâll e-excuse me, I must get back to work!â
 Several moments later, not too far from headquarters, a white and red hellhound was strolling along listening to rock music on 90s headphones.  âWhy am I even here?â she thought. âI canât believe that Iâm stuck in this vast scary place.â Music and a tough front hid the insecurity underneath. She received a tap on the shoulder.
 âThe hell? The fuck is this?â She turned around and spotted Loona. âYou!â she broke into a large toothed grin. She wore black leather, metal rings on her pointed ears and a spiked collar. Her shirt was pink red with a white skull on it. Porn magazines lined her pockets.
 âCrymini,â Loona greeted, hiding a small smile.
 âSo glad to see you again, Loona,â Crymini replied. âAnything on your mind? What shall we do? Go for a drink? Vandalize a building after a smoke? Or we could chew on some bones of demonsâŚtheyâre my favorite snack!â
 âI wish,â Loona rolled her eyes at the more hyper hound. âI feel somewhat obligated to help Blitzo and company recruit more people to help promote I.M.P.â
 âI think I saw commercials of it,â Crymini mentioned. âThat imp killing company?â
 âWaitâŚyou work there too?â
âPretty much. A receptionist. Filled to the brim with paperwork, calling clients and annoying fellow employees.â
 âYour condition still there?â Crymini asked.
 âSyphilis can go fuck itself.â
 âI wish it would for your sake and mine as well.â
 âOne wouldnât say being in a rock band is much easier, but itâs still pretty fun.â
 âIâve seen you play guitar and sing. Pretty good I must say.â
 âThanks! Iâll be performing at a concert later this week. Will you be there?â
 âSure,â she replied with a shrug.
 âLetâs go to your headquarters then!â
 Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Mimzy, Baxter and Crymini were soon together at the building.
 âAnyone want some booze and fresh meat?â Loona asked.
 Everyone nodded in agreement. Â
 Not too far away, concealed in bushes, a figure was watching them with orange eyes. Roo, the kangaroo Australian demon. She had white skin, wild aburn hair and wore orange. A large wide brimmed dark hat concealed her face in shadow. A parasitic creature slithered from her mouth, its body covered with white spikes and eyes.
 She bared her sharp teeth, blood and liquid dropping from her mouth. One thought emitted from her head, the parasite in sync with her thoughts.