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     I am just just wanting to introduce myself. I've been recently hyper fixating on both Helluva a Boss and Hazbin Hotel. I absolutely love all the characters. The thing that has always got me was Angel Dusts height. As tall as he is you would almost think he was a Overlord or something but he's being abused and used by that dick he calls "Daddy" Valentino. They mention the contract but knowing how some underhanded contracts are I just wanted to show my spin on how the contract came to be and the fine print in it. So everyone just sit back and pray my doctor gives me my meds back soon or this might go right off the rails. First chapter will hopefully be up by the end of the night. note Alastors demonic voice text will done by using https://fsymbols.com/generators/zalgo/. I have read many fics where they having speaking in the creepy text and no note of it. Took me awhile to find it so I wanted to let people know so they are able to use it.

Example of Alastors demonic voice.

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    Impacting people’s lives is just one of the many ways we affect the world and ourselves. Impacts can be good or bad but it still an impact. Depending on those impacts will also determine what happens after we die and go to the other side. What happens when someone decides to affect what your role is because they fear you taking their spot. But first seeing the impact made before death. Quick snippet of a dying soul.  

Chapter 1  

Living Sucks Death Sucks More  

     Living sucked, especially after your mother dies. Being put into a mental hospital by your father because he hates what you are, and you get a lobotomy for just trying to be you really sucks. But dying and not being able to help the ones he was trying to protect sucked the most.  

     Angel could feel death clawing at him as he tried to crawl to one of the young girls he tried to save. He almost made it only to have his hand brutally stepped on.  

     “Now, now, now that’s not nice trying to take my dinner like that. Ruining all that nice meat.”  

     The monster disguised as a human got angry and lifted Angel up by his throat.  

     “All this meat is now spoiled for me and now I’m going to have to get all new girls for my dinner.”  

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     Angel thought about how this all started. Rumors. A man paying top dollar for toddler girls to live in his home. They would be fed, have nice clothing and all the best home schooling. The interesting part was the fact that the girls then disappeared between the ages of 9-12. No one saw hide or hair after that. Police didn’t care because Mr. Limerick paid the city off and who cares about a bunch of lower-class brats that seemed to have vanished.   

     Angel worked as a red-light district boy but always tried to help those who wanted to get away from their abusive pimp or helped out kids that thought this was the only option they had. He could have left this life a long time ago, but he wanted to be the angel of the streets. Who would protect the kids, ladies and gentlemen if he wasn’t there?  

     The rumors of the child eater were all over New York’s red-light district. Those whispers are what caught Angel’s ears. Knowing how little the cops cared fueled the anger in him. His digging into the monster led him down a rabbit hole of cannibalism he never thought he’d be in. Apparently, Limerick was well known in the cannibal world as one that “raised” his food, but he was really picky on what parts he wanted. From all the information it sounded like it took him a long time to figure out his preferred meat choices. Heart, liver and the female reproductive system was all he desired. The last part is very specific. The female must have had shed her first blood, basically he needed to harvest her once she had her first period. The info pointed that he found this during his years of normally hunting for his kill. Too young not ripe enough and too old it begins to taste rotten.   

     Angel needed to take breaks reading all the info to vomit. The most disturbing of all was the “meat” auctions. He would bring the girls on stage one by one and auction off parts of them while they were still alive and breathing. At the end of each auction each winner would come to the back, pay, watch as he cut off their parts and hand their winnings. It was his way of not leaving any meat to spoil since he only had parts he really wanted.  

     It took Angel 6 months from starting his search to trying to save some of the girls. Most of the girls were convinced that this was the best life for they could possibly have (fucking cults) and if it ended in them getting eaten it was better than any other offer they could have gotten (again fucking cults). They somehow saw the cannibal as some sort of Messiah.  

     Ten girls in the end were terrified enough that they wanted to run away from the cannibal. Angel put a plan together to help get them out. Unfortunately, you can’t plan everything.  

     On the night of the new moon 11 figures that could be barely seen running from the mansion, but not long after another figure could be seen stocking them.  

     They could hear him talking in a monotone voice.  

     “Girls it’s not safe out here.”  

     “Girls daddies not mad come home.”  

     The further they ran the angrier he got.  

     “When I catch you, I’m gonna cut you to pieces and serve you like hamburgers!”  

     The girls tried to hold their sobs as he hunted them, and Angel tried to keep them all calm. They were close to the pier where they were going to meet up with Angels old friend that helped him out so many times before. Car tires could be heard squealing round the corner. Ten girls ranging between 8-12 and a 20-year-old Angel last thing saw before getting hit was the front bumper of a red 1946 Healey Elliott and its enraged driver.  

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     Now bringing himself back to the present time. The pain of broken bones and being held up by his neck was becoming unbearable. A needle filled with drugs came into view and Angel began to panic.  

     He’d kept himself clean for almost a year once he found that he could save others from this road if they wanted to get out or didn’t want to be there in the first place. He knew he was damned for hell, but he wanted to help those who didn’t want to be on this path. There is a difference between having fun and being forced into something they didn’t want to do.  He silently screamed as the needle and its contents were injected into his neck.  

     His body would be later discovered. Drug overdose would be the cause of death. Those he helped would never believe it, but the cops would never care enough to investigate. His sister wouldn’t be able to handle hearing about his death and would commit suicide a week later. It would be years later that his brother and father would kill each other in an angry brawl and shoot out.  

     The pain of dying was bad, but the pain of appearing in hell was even worse. The first and last thing he heard for a while was, “Well, well, well what a strong little pet he sent me. As strong as you look you might have been a problem if he hadn’t already intervened. You will definitely help me become even stronger.” And then blackness is all he remembers.  

     Now that Angel has crossed over who was that speaking to him and who was the mysterious person that they were talking about that intervened with changing his fate? More to come in the next few days. Questions will be answered but more will be made.  

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Chapter 2  

Greed Burns but Friends Are Made  

     Impacting people's lives is just one of the many ways we affect the world and ourselves. Impacts can be good or bad but it still an impact. Even in death some sinners still want to help or be helped. Sometimes it’s not just sinners but Hellborne that want or need help, it’s just not something instilled in them to do. That in mind that doesn’t mean that help is never offered or given it’s just it’s a rarity in Hell.   

     61 years later (2008). Angel Dust has been used, abused, drugged out of his mind and wishing for a second death. He was sure he didn’t overdose when he died, but the memories of dying and the first month in Hell was a blur of what felt like fading in and out of a coma. When he finally came to, he found himself contract bound to Valentino, but no memory of the contract and couldn’t even ask to see it.  

     Apparently, one of the stipulations of asking to see it was searing pain. He asked to see it once and never tried again after that. He hated it, he hated everything that was wrong with him that first month in Hell. Every other sinner he talked to had not had the same experience then him, even the drug addicts that died of an overdose. I was just another thing he found that was completely unfair, but he believed he deserved it.   

      When he found out his twin sister was in Hell, he made sure to piss her off enough, so she doesn’t want to be around him. He couldn’t let Val get ahold of her. When he heard that that his brother and father arrived at the same time by killing each other. That whole idea was hilarious. By that time, he had become famous enough to prevent his father from wanting to try and approach him.  

     He kept quiet about his family because Val is a bastard and would probably use them to have more control (like the ass already didn’t have almost all control). Oh, Val could be a sweet talker alright, but he called bull on all of it. He may not remember what killed him or his first month here, but he knew there was something fishy about his memory loss and contract. He wanted to look more into it, but he didn’t know where to begin and truthfully, he didn’t trust anyone to help him. Tonight, would be the beginning of him getting the help he so desperately needed.  

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     It began with an explosion in the Greed Ring. Pride being so close it wasn’t hard to miss the explosion. It wasn’t every day that one of the best circuses blows up in a massive glory of fireworks and fire. Many died and rumors that one imp was so injured that they were searching for ways to replace all his limbs and tail.   

     Angel was kicked out of the studio for the day because a few of the demons that were supposed to be part of the newest porn were in the explosion. It was setting back production for a few days. Normally he would just get dumped on one of the corners to get Daddy some money, but everything was causing a complete mess because of what the fires had done. When the fires started at the circus everything went up around it. Nothing was spared because noting was protected against the possibility of a fire because the owners were cheap but that’s what you get when you live in Greed, penny pinching assholes.   

I was eerily quiet walking to his flat Val rented for him. His heels could be heard echoing in the empty alleyway. A soft sound caught his ears. Sniffling and a hallow exhausted sobs.  

Angel stopped and in a rare moment he slid off his shoes. He walked up to the large cardboard box where the sound seemed to be coming from and peered inside. A small figure could be seen curled up in a corner. At first, he thought it was a kid only to have a street light flicker on revealing an imp who was obviously burned. Pieces instantly clicked together that this was someone from the fire on Greed, but what the Hell was he doing here and not in a hospital.   

He knelt down and blocked the escape of the box and softly speaks, “Hey, are ya ok?”  

The injured imp yelped and tried to pull himself further into the box.  

“Hey, hey, hey don’ do that you’re gonna hurt yourself even further.”  

He somehow managed to squeeze into the box to put a calming hand on the little imp and pulled him into a hug.  

They slowly and silently made their way to Angel's place. The imp and the porn star remained quiet, so no one noticed and reported back to Val and had him causing problems.  As they slipped into Angel’s flat, he quickly turned on the radio to a jazz station as loud as he could and then pulled out his extensive first aid kit (you never know what injuries you’ll get on the job). As he came back into the room, he saw the imp covering his injured face hovering towards the door looking so lost.  

The porn star pulled out a chair from his small black round dining table. He patted the seat and said, “Come on hon sit down an’ I’ll take a look at those injuries.”   

The little imp glared at him and didn’t move. * Ok I’m gonna have ta convince him ta trust me.*    

“Look I know you don’t trust me, but those burns look really bad an’ I’m pretty familiar with burns in my profession. So, get over here an’ sit down an’ let me deal with it unless you wan’ an infection to set in. I don’ know what imps are like with dat kind of injury bu’ it hurts like a bitch as a sinner.”   

Saying that got a little bit of a small grin out of the imp who finally relented and sat down. They stayed quiet as he worked on using burn cream on all the imp's injuries. He wrapped up everything he put cream on to help it soak in. He finally spoke up.  

“So, kiddo what’s your name?”  

He got a dirty look from the kid for saying kiddo, “I’m not a kid and definitely not deserving of the kindness you’ve been giving me.”  

The rage and hatred the kid was obviously feeling exploded in words and gestures of flinging himself off the chair and pacing the room, “You just don’t get it I killed or almost killed everyone at the circus! My best friend is in the hospital because of me! Everyone is gone or hates me because of ME! MY FAMILY DISOWNED ME BECASUE OF ME! I DON’T DESERVE LOVE BECAUSE OF WHO I AM! IT SHOULD BE ME IN THAT HOSPITAL NOT FIZZ. I SHOULD BE DEAD NOT MY MOM! I should be dead not everyone else that died,” He then collapsed to the floor sobbing and whimpering.   

Angel stood up, walked up behind him and pulled him into a hug. The imp just sobbed into his arms and passed out from the physical and mental stress and injuries. With the soft but shuttering of his breath falling asleep while crying Angel got up and placed him on his couch. He brushed his hand over the uninjured imp's cheek and then grabbed a blanket to throw over him while he slept.   

Angel grabbed his phone and began his search of who the Hell this kid was. It didn’t take him long because of all the info he got when the kid blew up. Family disowned him, mother died, Fizz?? might be short for something, and family defiantly had involvements in the circus. It only took him an hour with that info and people he knew from the Greed Ring. Father Cash Buckzo is a greedy SOB that belongs in that ring. His name is Blitzo and he is being blamed for the whole fire, something about him being jealous of Fizzarolli becoming the new ring master. That last part did not fit at all with his blow up in the kitchen. The further he dug the more he felt like a cop figuring out who did it, but also the angrier he got for the kid. *Fuck if no one is going to wan’ ta help this kid I guess I will have to be the adult in his life.*  

When Blitzo woke up next, he was surprised that he wasn’t waking up in a cell. He was sure the most famous porn star of all the rings would for sure rat him out now he was wondering why he didn’t. As he came around the corner, he heard a conversation at least one side of the conversation.  

“Oh, Daddy I want to come in really, but I really busted my leg walking home last night an’ don’ worry I didn’ call in the doctors to waste money I’ve got it wrapped up an’ I’ll come in tomorrow.” Plenty of unintelligible yelling. “Daddy, I’m sorry I promise I jus’ fell. If you wan’ to, send somebody over to check on me that be ok. I understand that you don’ trust me so if you wan' verification I totally understand.”   

The porn star spun on one foot to see Blitzo watching him and made a motion to tell him to be quiet. The imp was surprised to see in fact his leg was pretty busted up, but he didn’t remember it looking like that last night. *Did I hurt him last night in my rage??*    

As he started to spiral down in a dark place in his mind, he barely heard Angel promise several weeks of overtime to make up for the lost hours. He didn’t see Angel walking up to him because his panic attack was now to the point of nearly blacking out.  

Hands grabbed him and he tried to use them to ground him, and he finally heard words in the fog, “.....kiddo ….. sta....wi......breath.....out.....take a deep breath in........5,6, 7....an’ now out. Another deep breath in hold it 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, an’ 10 an’ now out. Feel better.”  

He felt his anxiety drift away. He looked up and focused on the effeminate man in front of him.  

Tears came to his eyes, “Satan’s asshole you think I would be all cried out.”  

 He then felt him get pulled into a hug. The hug felt like something that a parent or sibling would give, and he lightly sobbed at that.   

Blitzo finally calmed down enough to ask the burning questions he had. Closing his eyes, he took a breath, and the words just tumbled out, “Why are you helping me? Why are you doing this? What the Hell happened to your leg? I’m a total burden that nobody wants to help so what am I going to owe you for your help?”  

He may have kept going but a hand covered his mouth.   

Angel Dust just dryly laughed and said, “Slow down I can’ answer you if you're goin' a mile a minute.”  

He got up off the floor and sat him at the table, “I’m helping you because you needed help. There is no owing for this because I saw you were in a bind an’ were severely injured. I’ve been in Hell too long an’ survived too much to not see when someone deserves help. My leg is not anything ya did, I did it to myself, so I had a good alibi for staying home. If anyone comes, I will need you to hide because I don’ want you to get involved with Valentino.”   

Blitzo looked at him, not really sure if he should trust him.  

Angel sighed, “While ya were asleep, I did take the liberty to find out who you were.” The imp stiffened but decided to see where this was going because it wasn’t like he had anywhere he could run to.  

“So, what I have so far is your name is Blitzo, you're from a family of circus performers, your father (sperm doner he grumbled under his breath that got the imp to snort a laugh) is Cash Buckzo the ring master an’ a grade A dick, you have a twin sister Barbie, best friends Fizzarolli and the entire circus along with a lot of the Greed Ring went up in smoke mostly because land owners are cheap and didn’t do any fire protection.”  

Blitzo starts to start breathing heavily and panicking, “M..mo..most of the ring went up in flames. Oh, Lucifer this is even worse.” Angel was once again in front of him getting to do a calm breathing technique.    

As he calmed down, he just kept repeating, “I killed them. I killed them all,” over and over again.  

Angel grabbed his face harshly and made him look him in the eyes. “Now you see here I didn’t go calling around ta have you thinking the same thing everyone is sayin’. I want you to talk through what you remember of that day.”   

Blitzo breathed and thought about what to say next and it was as if a warm blanket covered him, “I was excited that morning. Today was going to be the day I told him. I was going to convince him to run away with me. We were gonna get the Hell out of Greed and find our own way. I had a note, and everything prepared. I was going to convince him to slip away with me while the fireworks were going off. And then everything went sideways,” he covered his face trying to hide the tears coming again, “Everyone was around him all excited. He was the life of the party and that was one thing I love about him. Then my father makes the big announcement, Fizz is to be the next ring master. In that moment I knew he would never leave.”  

He hadn’t noticed Angel Dusts eyes go wide with realization *I knew there was more ta the story dan jealously. Poor kid was looking for love and acceptance and got screwed ova’.*  

Blitzo spoke again, “Mom always said my anger would be my downfall. I don’t think when I’m angry. I honestly don’t know how long I stood there in shock at the announcement at the tent opening but then I turned around quickly looking down at the letter in my hands. It took me years to get the courage up only to have the old man ruin it. I started walking forward and slammed into another imp carrying a cake with candles. I didn’t even look to see what I had caused I just needed to get away from embarrassing myself further,” he growled, “I was so selfish and stupid. When I started hearing screaming, I looked back just in time to have the flames and fireworks blast me out of the tent. I landed with a thud but the pain in my face and hands weren’t as bad as seeing Fizz burning up. Everyone was running away, and I saw him lying on the ground, his arms and legs disintegrating, and his horns gone. I....I....I panicked. There was so much going on, so much fire. I knew I couldn’t get to him so I ran to get help, but nobody would listen. When I finally found someone, I saw them loading up Fizz and my father was glaring at me before getting into the ambulance. They took me to the same hospital, but I didn’t get checked out, I just wanted to find Fizz. I kept trying to see him, but the nurses wouldn’t let me in, and when I managed to get past them my father told me that no one wanted me there. That I was a murdering, jealous, worthless imp and nothing was going to change their minds. He told me to get out or he was going to get me arrested. The thought that everyone I cared about was either dead or hated me caused me to run out of there. I wasn’t fast enough though I heard the doctor say my mom didn’t make it causing me to run even faster. I just ran until I found that box to hide in. I don’t know how long I was in there before you found me. Lucifer, why am I even telling you all of this?” 

He finally looked at the porn star only to see there were tears dripping off his cheeks. His story couldn’t have affected him that much, could it? Truth was, it did. There were too many similarities between the two of them. They were both disappointments to their fathers and people thinking they were useless or a bother. He pulled the imp into a tight hug confusing the poor little imp.   

They stayed like that until they heard banging at his door. Silently, he instructed Blitzo to hide in his room under the bed. Luckily, Val sent over one of his bouncers to check on the validity of Angel Dusts broken leg. The possibility that he was there to break his legs if the one wasn’t, was a good possibility. He left 30 minutes later after making a few threats while squeezing the broken leg and then throwing Angel to the floor.  

Blitzo came out of hiding and pulled a chair to the porn star to help him stand back up and sit down to check his injuries.  

As the added injury to the leg was being attended to the imp spoke up, “Why the Hell do you work for someone like that? With your status and fame, you should be working for yourself or at least someone better than Valentino.”  

A bitter laugh came out of Angel, “Can’t. I don’ know what my contract with Val says. I was totally out of it my first month here. I have no memory of how I died or my first month here bu’ apparently, I signed a contract with a stipulation that I can never see it. I’m apparently an anomaly in the sinners because everyone else I’ve asked says they remember exactly how they died an’ when they arrived here. I was told I overdosed bu' for some reason that doesn’t feel right. Like I’m missing a big chunk of my soul. One customer once joked that as tall as I am, that I should have the power of an Overlord. Val got really angry an’ we never saw that customer again. I don’ want to even begin to figure out what that means. Knowing my luck, he just doesn’t wan’ me to think about getting out on my own because the possibility that I could have been an Overlord is jus’ not possible. I’m a whore not a leader or very powerful.”  

The imp was about to ask a question but decided to put a pin in it. Too much information at once makes it harder to figure things out but he wasn’t going to let this go. He wanted a way to say thanks for helping him and this looked like the perfect way to do it.   

After a few days Angel Dust went back to work. He told Blitzo that he could stay until he found a job and a place to stay. A couple months later he requested Angel to start calling him Blitz and never call him with the O. He found his calling by becoming a hit-man. Angel helped him get better at handling different kinds of guns, sharpshooting and using his old circus skills to get him out of sticky situations. They became closer like brothers in everything but blood. They both helped each other out Angel patching up and training Blitz and Blitz secretly dealing with handsy customers that tried to follow Angel home. It was something that they never expected in Hell, but they were grateful for the friendship they had.  

     Sorry on how long it took me to write this chapter my niece decided I’m not allowed to write in notebooks and tore it up, so I am now having to just type it out. I’m not used to doing it this way so it will be a bit of a learning curve for me. Next chapter I’m planning on adding in Loona by having him find her earlier than when she’s about to age out. I’m not sure if I’m going to add any more than that might be a shorter chapter. I just want to get her in as a 10-year-old and get her as someone who besides Blitz knows Angel Dust. See you in another week or less.  

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Chapter 3  

Of Purges and A Little Lost Wolf

Three Years Later (2011)  

     Why did he decide to take a hit so close to Purge day? Oh yeah, that’s right he forgot, and the money was so tempting. It was the most he ever had been offered so of course he took it without another thought. It was an easy enough hit, kill the guy's partner for stealing his whole business and making it look like they were never partners to sell to another businessman and make off like a bandit in the night. With his old partner dead, it should be enough to reveal to the buyer that he didn’t legally own the business he had and maybe he could get more money for the theft for the other to keep what he already thought was his.  

     Blitz was just running through the streets knowing he’d never make it back to his place, so he was trying to get to Angels. It was almost nostalgic like he was remembering how he met the porn star. Who knew the worst day of his life would turn into one of the best. Angel helped him not run from most of his problems.  

    Yes, he still hasn’t been able to talk to anyone from Greed but that seemed to be the hardest part of him dealing with. It’s like every time he was on Greed at all his father found and threatened him so he couldn’t even talk to anyone there. Fizz was in Lust, but Asmodeus made sure he couldn’t approach him at all. He ran into his twin Barbie Wire once, he had to drag her ass to rehab and tried to talk to her when she was a little more sober only to have her scream at him about how he murdered their mother, and he was no brother to her. That actually hurt more than being disowned by his father.   

     He would have continued his little trip down memory lane but then he heard a little sniffle and a hiccup. He turned his head back and forth trying to figure out who was crying. It was getting too close to purge time for any kids being out but sometimes when irresponsible parents wanted to get rid of their kids, they would lock them out. It had been getting practiced so much the Seven Lords had announced that if they were caught doing it that there would be punishments. He thinks this has something to do with Lucifer’s daughter Charlotte. That girl has almost all the lords wrapped around her little finger, but she has no idea because she is too pure to really be down here. Sometimes it sucks to be a Hellborne.  

     Back to finding the sound of the sniffling. He looked back and forth around garbage cans until he investigated a dumpster and there was a little Hellhound. It was dirty, thin and wearing scraps that could be barley be called clothes. He propped the lid up and sat on the edge of the dumpster.   

“Hey kiddo, you ok in there,” he asked in a quiet tone. The kid screamed but then went on the defensive and started to growl showing all their teeth and claws. He recognized it as something he used to do to keep people away. He would have laughed and maybe tried to do a few different tactics to calm the kid down if things weren’t dire. Those damn alarms will be going off any minute and neither of them were safe out in the open like this.  

“Ok, I know you're big and scary and you’ll rip my face off, but we don’t have time for niceties because the alarms will be going off any minute,” the kid whimpered at that thought and he felt bad but there was just no time, “So how about we continue this in a more secure location where asshole angels can't kill us?”   

     He put his hand out in hopes that was enough to get the kid to trust him. For a minute he felt like he was being a fool until he felt the paw in his hand. He looked up wrapped his hand around the kids and pulled them out of the trash. Picking the kid up he started to run again and praying to every know deity (yes, even secretly God) that they would make it to Angel’s place and be let in.   

     He dodged a few random barriers and one idiotic looter that thought he could take on the Purge Angels just so he could make a killing on everything he stole. He banged on Angle’s door just as the warning sirens started going off. The door flew open and before he could register that the porn star had a gun in his face he ran in and slammed the door shut.  

    He slid down the closed door and asked, “Did you just point a fucking gun at me? What did you think you would be able to take a Purger out with your gun collection?”  

    Angel laughed, “No, bu’ I thought if it was that dumb ass that was tryin’ to loot me again, I was gonna shoot him and leave him for the Purgers ta deal with.” They both laughed at that.  

     Angel finally noticed the kid Blitz was carrying. “What's with the kid,” he asked.  

    “Found the kid in a dumpster. I’m not sure what the story is because I didn’t have time to ask them just convinced them out and ran all the way here.”  

    He then looked at the kid in his arms, “You ok kiddo?” The kid lifted their face up and looked around the room.  

     Now contrary to popular belief, Angel Dust does not have his whole place decked out like a porn studio, strip joint or burlesque house. No, just a very tasteful modern Italian style house (for people who are going to ask it’s a more uncomplicated, clean and simple feel. Yes, I looked it up so I could explain it better.) of pinks, purples and mostly white. The only room that is different is his bedroom, which is in a Victorian style but pinker than any other room and has many locked drawers that everyone assumes hold his more expensive toys. It really holds other secrets than that but that’s for another time.  

     Angel noticed as Blitz had noticed earlier that the kid was extremely dirty and thin. The screams started as he was about to say something, and the kid buried their head into Blitz's chest and whimpered. The imp began to rub the Hellhounds back and Angel placed his hand on their head and ruffled the dirty locks. He went into his bathroom and started a bath and made sure it wasn’t too hot. Not everyone was like him and enjoyed lava pit hot for water. Putting some bubbles in, he walked back out and looked at the imp trying so hard to calm the frightened wolf child. He’d laugh if it wasn’t so sad looking at the kid being so scared.   

     “There's a bath ready if you can get the kid calmed down enough.”  

    Blitz gave him a withering look because he knew that the porn star knew he had nothing under control. Angel chuckled lightly and knelt down to the pair and put his arms around the terrified child and lifted them up. Being in the business as long as he has, he was used to biting and scratching.  

    He looked at the imp, “You can make something to eat for the both of you while I get this kid cleaned up.”  

    He just nodded and quietly knowing that Angel had some experience dealing with helping to get washed up, usually its hookers that meet up with the wrong guy and he decides to rob her after he’s gotten his rocks off, so this is a little different. He walked to the kitchen to look through the food available but foregoing the booze mostly because he wanted to hear from Angel what is needed to help the kid. *Damnit I’m already getting attached to the kid.* Really who could blame him the kid almost like a kindred spirit.   

     Angel Dust was walking to the bathroom while Blitz was having his existential crisis. The kid was trying valiantly to escape but hunger and exhaustion was making it hard to really put up a full fight. Growls and snarls were the most they could do with so little energy. The two arrived at the bathroom and he set the wolf down.  

    “Yeah, yeah, I know you're a big scary wolf gonna tear my throat out. How about we get you cleaned up an’ then get something to eat an’ after that you’ll kill me. Ok. Does that work for you?”  

    He sat on the floor and tried to take off the kid's sorry excuse for clothing, but they jumped back and crossed their legs. Now that was a concerning reaction, he was really familiar with. He’d seen so many prostitutes that had been sexually assaulted but not a kid. He heard the kid whimpering again and realized that his anger was showing. The kid probably thought it was them he was mad at.  

     “Sweetie, I’m not mad at you,” he put his hand out waiting for them to take it, “You did nothing wrong, it was whoever hurt you is who I’m mad at.”  

    The kid looked at the spider trying to decide if this was the truth or a trick.  

    Finally, “You aren’t going to try anything,” the young wolf asked in surprise.  

    “No, no I would neva. Permission is always a must and you're too young to give that kind of permission an’ adult aren’t allowed to give permission for that,” The kid decided to give him a chance and let him help them up.   

     He once again started taking off the kid's clothes to get them into the bath. The kid turned their back to him. Their back had way too many bruises underneath their fur to call it kids being kids. He breathed to calm himself down, just slowly turning the kid towards him just checking over injuries and trying to keep his anger in check.  

    He needed to talk just to get him breathing properly, “What’s your name kid?”  

    The kid blinked in surprise, “Loona.”  

    “Parents,” he asked to decide on who he was killing for hurting this baby girl.  

     “Orphan. I don’t know much about my family.”  

     “One of Bee’s orphanages that she neva checks on,” he wasn’t expecting her to answer just wanted to say it out loud.  

     She sadly nodded. He then lifted her up and put her in the tub.  

     “Do you want some help washing up or would you like some privacy?”  

     She was shocked when he asked that most of the places, she went to would never let her bathe by herself because they said she was a dirty thief.  

     “If it’s ok, I want to wash myself, but I might need help with my hair. If you can’t help, I totally will understand.”  

     Angel's heart broke hearing her uncertainty, “Ok well, I will be right out here checking on Blitz to make sure he isn’t eating me out of house an’ home. Just call when you want me to help, you with your hair.”   

     When Angel got to the kitchen, he just couldn’t hold back the tears.  

    His crying caused Blitz to get worried, “Is the kid, ok? Did something happen? Do I need to go in there and talk some sense into them?”  

     Him going on a worry rant always made the porn star laugh. “No, it’s ok. SHE’S ok. Sort of,” he emphasized the she part to get the imps attention. “S..s..she? The kids a girl? What happened? You don’t cry unless it’s really bad?”  

Angel sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes preparing for the anger from the imp, “She’s been for sure molested, but I think she may have been also raped,” another tear escaped, “She looked so confused when I said that adults can’ give permission for doin’ adult activities. She’s from one of Bee’s orphanages. Her name is Loona an’ I really want to shoot a bitch or ten.”   

     Blitz gave a sigh trying to calm his rage, trying to decide on how he was going to deal with not blowing up a building because there are still innocent kids inside of it. *I wonder if Lucifer is up for an audience because he might be able to light a fire under an orphanage managers ass.* The one thing everyone had figured out was out of all the lords of each ring Lucifer loved kids, it may have something to do with his daughter, Charlotte, but that little Hellborne had most of the Lords wrapped around her finger. Well, not including Mammon. Honestly Mammon doesn’t like anything that doesn’t include money or making money, so kids are a waste of money.  

    “She’s not going back. I will take her in before that happens.” Angel laughed at his announcement.  

     He gave the porn star a withering glare, “What’s so funny?!”   

Angel's head fell forward as he cried and laughed at the same time.  

He took a deep breath in, and he got himself under control, “I jus' wasn’t expecting you to come to that conclusion so fast. I honestly thought I was gonna have to talk you into it. Don’t look so surprised I saw how you were looking at the kid when you just arrived. You were already attached. If you weren’t you would’ve dropped her as soon as you got in the door.”  

    Blitz was shooting him daggers at him, but he continued, “So you are thinking of talking to the Lord of Pride or just stealing her an’ seeing how long it takes for them to catch on?”   

The imp rolled his eyes, “Of course I’m thinking of talking to him. He seems to be the most kid friendly Lord of them all and I am living in his ring. If I don’t let him know he might go after me along with the orphanage.”  

They both shuttered at the memory of the last time someone injured a child in front of the Lord of Pride that man doesn’t take child abuse lightly.   

The screams of those who didn’t get in somewhere before the sirens went off could be heard over their thoughts of how Blitz should bring this matter to Lucifer.  

A small voice piped up, “Umm, sir-mam, I would like some help washing my hair if you can. You don’t have to if you don’t want to......never mind, I can do it myself.”  

Her waffling and backing down broke both of their hearts. Angel stood up and walked to the bathroom, “It’s ok kiddo, I’m coming. I might even have something in your size to put you in. I had an imp over a few weeks ago an’ she didn’t take all the clothes I got her.”  

He pulled the plug to let all the dirty water out and took the shower head off the wall before Loona could protest about the water draining, “I just want to wash your hair and spray you down a little to get more of the dirt an’ grim off.”  

She nodded in understanding, but she just didn’t understand why anyone would help a dirty mongrel.  

Angel saw the distress on her face along with the confusion, “Penny for yer thoughts?”  

She turned towards him and made a face, “What???”  

“Oh, it’s a phrase, just meaning what’s on your mind.”  

She blinked at him weirdly, but went with it, “Oh. Umm. Why are you helping me? I’m just a dirty, rotten, mong....”  

Angel dropped the shower head and grabbed the girl by her shoulders and yelled, “DON’T YOU EVER SAY ABOUT YOURSELF!” She looked at him wide-eyed and wasn’t sure what she said wrong.  

A knock came at, “Everything ok in there?”  

Angel closed his eyes and said, “Everything fine. Just making sure someone understands what bad people say to them doesn’t make it true. Could you go into my room an’ get out one of the outfits I got Pepper?”  

He grumbled behind the door about assholes and slow deaths but walked away. Angel then tuned back to Loona who looked confused and scared, “Don’t ever talk like that about yerself got it. What they told ya wasn’t true. Ok?”  

She started to cry but nodded, “OK, let's get yar hair washed before Blitz gets back.”  

The bath continued and Blitz slowly slid the pile of clothing into the bathroom. Picking up the fluffiest towel he owned he wrapped the child into it. He sat her down onto the bathmat and went to readjust the towel. She shook as hard as she could to try and dry herself off.  

Angel laughed, “Hey cut dat out yer gonna soak me down.” Loona stiffened but nothing more when he pulled her in for a big hug with the towel.   

She was so confused with them being so nice to her. Even the people that, as he had explained to her, took advantage of her were never nice. It was always a slap here or a beating there and then having to do whatever they wanted to do to her body because she owed them to keep a roof over her head. That was why she was in the dumpster; she may have had enough and bit a delicate area off and then ran out the door.  

She had told sir-mam Angel that’s what she did only to get him to laugh. He told her that is a proper response when someone is forcing something like that. It was weird having someone tell her she was doing the right thing. In her 10 years of life, she was only told she was doing everything wrong. She put on the outfit she was given a pair of black sweatpants and a black tee shirt. The clothes were actually comfortable and not old, ratty and possibly out of a dumpster.   

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Everyone was now in the kitchen eating and trying to ignore the carnage outside. Loona jumped occasionally at the screams begging for mercy. Angel Dust went to the door to check to make sure it was secure.  

Then a couple of screams and explosions happened close by causing the little wolf to jump out of her seat and curl in the corner and start sobbing. Blitz got up, pulled her into a hug and started humming. It wasn’t any tune; he just wanted to drown out the noise. It took an hour before she fell asleep, and he wasn’t too far behind. They would wake up the next morning with a blanket covering them and Angel sleeping on the floor on the opposite side of the kitchen.  

It took a few days for Blitz to get in to see Lucifer but when he did, the Lord of Pride was not amused. He didn’t call Bee in to deal with her orphanage because since it was on his ring, he personally ripped the manager a new one and then placed someone else in charge. He made sure all the kids were checked over that were in those horrible places care. He then made an announcement that this may be Hell but that doesn’t give them a right to torture kids. Somebody made an offhanded comment that Lucifer had gone soft after his kid was born. That soul regretted ever speaking due to the fact his tongue got ripped out and unlike other times where something like that would regrow Lucifer made it a permanent punishment.  

In a month's time Loona officially became Blitz daughter, and she started to refer to Angel as uncle instead of sir-mam. Blitz also started buying Angel's time from Valentino for babysitting because he didn’t trust anyone else to watch her.  

Rumors about them kept circulating with some of Val’s other girls until Angel couldn’t take it anymore. He started laughing at them, so they asked what was so funny. He didn’t respond because it wasn’t for him to tell but he knew for a fact that it wasn’t him that turned the imp into a bumbling mess, but a certain Goetian prince that did.  

Any time he brought it up it would be shot down with “He’s married with a kid.” or “He’s a prince and I’m a barely scraping by and just lucky when a gig comes up to get things paid.”  

Yeah, the marriage thing was a big deal, but he saw the couple occasionally and that was not a happy couple. The prince wanted a way out but just didn’t know how to get out of it. Angel had made his decision that he was going to somehow get them together, but it was going to take some ingenuity. But for now, he was content to watch little Loona and getting some breaks from having to deal with Val’s actual customers.   

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     What will happen next? I’m not sure I’m just following the dopamine takes me. I’m trying to reel it in, so it doesn’t get too weird. No promises though. I am thinking the next chapter is going to be Angel Dust meeting the girls and the hotel finally getting into play. See you soon and hope you enjoyed this chapter. Also, thanks to everyone leaving me Kudos it’s really helping me want to continue with fic.