NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Sprint Into Action (1)
-2 Days Ago-
Groggy, Moxxie Knolastname was awoken by the frantic knocking at the front door.
"Millie... I think we have visitors." He spoke weakly to his wife, but she was fast asleep. The sound not letting up, imp marksman put on his bathrobe and went to the door. "Give me a second!"
He answered, discovering a shivering Lincoln in his orange, silk pajamas. "Hi Moxxie, I... needed to talk."
Mox blinked. "This couldn't wait until work."
Link barged in. "No, I needed to talk to someone and you're the... least embarrassing."
"That might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me at three in the morning." Shuffling to the kitchen, he began making tea. "What did you want to talk about?"
The usually white devil boy was now pink from embarrassment. "Um... before going to bed, I decided to fiddle with some alterations to my scrying spell. I was sitting on the bed when my mind went to Kai's oldest sister Merida. I think my spell followed my slip of concentration and showed me her at that moment." He rubbed his upper arms. "I saw her, and she was... undressing"
When Moxxie dropped a cup on the floor when he heard this.
"She was down to her underwear, but I canceled the spell right away. I tried to go to sleep after that, but when I did; I had a dream where she didn't stop... and when I woke up, I was afraid and confused... and I wasrigid somewhere it's usually relaxed."
The tea kettle whistled, but Moxxie was lost in shock.
"I wanted to ask Alastor but he can be a little old fashioned; I thought Husk, Angel, or Sir Pentious would be a good option, but I was too nervous. And Blitz... you know how he is."
Lifting the pot, the imp poured two cups of tea. Slowly, he sat beside Lincoln on the couch without making eye contact.
"Moxxie... what is happening?"
Staring blankly at the TV, the marksman of IMP took a minute to answer. "Lincoln... as a boy, or male born child... reaches a certain age... they begin noticing the, um, differences. You know, between a boy and girl, or male and female assigned?" Moxxie shook his cup while trying to lift it to his mouth. "Which is completely normal! Remember that! You notice that some bodies are softer, or firmer, like peaches! Or how sometimes you find yourself fixating on certain... aspects of a person. You may even begin imagining what that person looks like in different clothes, or... no clothes, at all. Also normal, but then, you go further; you may imagine yourself touching that person in, um, areas. Which is only fine if they give you enthusiastic consent! Unless it's only in your mind, which in most cases should just be kept to yourself!" Moxxie reached for the second cup and downed its contents. "You also feel occurrences in your... anatomy. You breath heavier, feel like you have a fever... and for a male person, you feel your... little friend become stiff, and warm, and sometimes when..."
"OH MY GOD MOXXIE, THIS IS TOO CRINGE!" Bursting from the closet, Blitz is holding a video camera. "Seriously, I'd rather be trampled to death by a parade of hippos, than listen to this for another second!" He heads to the kitchen to grab a snack. "And Kid, remember, unless someone catches you, never confess!"
To make things weirder, Millie appeared, yawning. "Aaah~ Lincoln, what are you doing here so early?"
"Hi ya, Mills." Blitz waved. "Your baby boy saw some girl undress and got a wet dream. Now Mox is explaining sex to him."
Fully awake like everyone else, Millie fell silent for a moment. "I'm just... I'm gonna be in bed, hidin' under the mattress."
"Sounds good, Honey." Moxxie weakly nodded as his wife retreated. "Now... something I don't want my Boss to have any say in... masturbation."
"I LOVE THIS SONG!" Driving down the streets of Imp City, Blitz blasted rock music on the IMP van radio.
The company was driving to the office after Lincoln, in his imp disguise, spend the night at Blitz and Loona's apartment doing paperwork. Millie was now cleared to return to work, and Lincoln wanted to commemorate the occasion by showing the team all the renovations he made to the office. Part of the improvements was an archive of records on the new office server, but the two he was most interested in were missing; to be precise, the client who ordered the hit on Stillman, and the mission he saved the others. Although he wasn't sure, Link was sure his 'other side' erased the records before he erased his other.
On there way to the office, Loona sits in the passenger seat while the boy sits in the back with Moxxie and Millie. The former covers his ears because of the music, and Millie pokes her head out the window with a smile. Lincoln, meanwhile, is texting with Kai:
Sorry I have to miss your swim meet :(
I know it'll be a big deal, the first one of the year and all
That's okay, I know what your father does is very important. If you're back in town tonight, you can join us at the barbeque? My Papa always makes too much!
I'm there! :-D
Good Luck, I was really looking forward to seeing you before you win ;) (y)
It might not be the same, but here is my team swimsuit.
"Who are you texting back there?" Loona asked, catching Lincoln smiling in the rearview mirror.
"Kai, the friend I made. I told you about her." Lincoln answered.
"Oh, a 'her', okay?" Raising an eyebrow, Blitz spoke. "Barely got your pistol and you want to fire, huh?"
"It's not like that, Boss. Kai is just a nice person." The boy was quick to defend.
"Millie pinches his cheek. "I think it's cute! Be sure to treat her right, Mister."
"Guys, I keep telling you. It's just nice to have someone my age to talk to. Someone normal, who doesn't have to deal the craziness of monsters and demons."
The company of assassins reached their office building, but before they could park in their designated parking space another car blindsides them and steals their spot. Taken completely by surprise, Blitz mashes on the breaks, skidding the van to a stop. Furious, he turns off the radio and glares at the pink car's license plate.
"'Suck-4-Life', do ya?!" He pulls out a megaphone and yells outside the passenger side window. "LISTEN HERE, YOU UNORIGINAL, PINCK, CUM DUMP! I'm given you to the count of three to get your piece of crap eyesore out of my spot before I..."
Absorbed in his polemic, Blitz almost didn't notice the woman in the passenger seat step out. Nobody would argue that she wasn't gorgeous. A tall, pink-skinned demon with a voluptuous build that could stop traffic on a freeway, stepped out in high heels with her hands on her hips and a strong scowl on her face. Under her right eye was a black heart the size of a mole, her horns had a star on their bends, long, light pink hair that matched the fur coat she wore, small bat-like wings, and she wore a short black and white dress that left her cleavage and hips on display with a star design on the stomach and an 'X' and 'O' on her right and left breast, respectively. And on her face was a pair of sunglasses with hearts on the lenses.
"No fucking way... VEROSIKA!" Blitz couldn't believe it, a face from his past.
"Blitz-o." She spoke his name, with the 'o' not silent, bitterly.
"I should have known you'd be here. I was smelling fish for miles, which is odd because the nearest ocean is-" He falls trying to get out using the window and faceplants. "Three rings down, Bitch!" He pointed downward.
Verosika retorted. "And I should have guessed you'd be here when I got the Amber Alert."
"Well,Ithink the most shocking is that you're fat ass is out of rehab." Blitz makes notice of the flask she drinks from. "I can still see you're a drunken whore! Standing there, clutching that flask of Beelzejuice like it's the last cock in Hell! I guess that must be the 13th step, go back to drinking!"
"They let me out early, because I'm still famous." Dramatically, she flips her hair. "And rehab is for sad, washed-up losers." She took a swig before wiping her mouth. "That reminds me, Barbie says, 'Hi'."
Blitz angrily steps in front of her. "Why are you in my spot!? This is the ONLY, god-damn parking spot my company has! So take your tampon, skank-mobile, and go somewhere else!"
"Actually, Prick, my name is tight here." Condescending, Verosika leans forward to point down at the her name, which is spray-painted over IMP's. "See, I was called in to do a bit of freelance for one of the moreinfinitely successful companies in this building, Succ Ink..."
As the two argued, Loona looked in awe at the sight before her. "No fuck..."
"Who is that?" Lincoln saw Blitz was familiar with her.
"You don't know who Verosika Mayday is?" The hellhound didn't believe it. "Are you serious!?"
The boy pondered the name. "She sounds familiar..."
"... and they want me, the best Succubus in Hell, to lead their team during Spring Break."
"Spring Break!?" Blitz fumed. "That's a whole week! You're drunk off your ass if you think I'm letting you park in my spot for a whole, cock-sucking week!"
Verosika removes her shades, showing her hot pink eyes. "Are you mad, Blitz-o?" She asked, teasingly, then became more furious. "You gonna run off, leaving someone else to pay for the hotel, steal their car, and-"
"run three rings to Wrath and max MY credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons!?" The two ranted in unison, having done this before.
"Goddamn it, Whore, you will not let that go!" Blitz unsympathetically complained.
She flipped him the bird. "Go choke on a sandpaper cock, baby-dick troll." Passing the IMP van, she caught a glimpse of a hellhoud girl lowering her head, two adult imps, and a child imp in an adorable outfit.
"Hold it, Missy!" The founder of IMP follows. "You better move your pussy wagon, this minute! Or I'm gonna..." Hearing a deep growl, Blitz froze and turned around.
Growling, it was a towering hellhound with a muscular build. He was taller than Loona, had a darker color scheme, and blind in his left eye. Ready to handle things, he stared down the imp. "You'll what...?"
Before the leader could give a response, he stuttered and glances between a smug Verosika and a vicious hellhoud, completely intimidated. Helping the poor guy out, Lincoln made a sudden appearance between Blitz and the guard dog. Surprising them, the child had one hand in his pocket and the other pointing a shotgun to the hound's 'swimsuit area'.
"He'll call HR." Lincoln squinted at the larger demon. "Name's HR, short for 'Hell Raiser'. Now, I suggest you calm down, Fido, before I give you a impromptu neutering." He cocks the rifle with his tail.
"Woah!" Blitz felt a mix of pride, shock, and relief. "That's right!"
Verosika scoffs. "To think, I was joking about the Amber Alert. Did you switch from steak to veal, Blitz-o?"
"Don't even joke about that, Bitch!" He pointed. "He's my Partner! I mean, Junior Partner! As in my business! I don't fuck children, got it!"
"Anyway, this is my new hellhound, Vortex." Verosika introduced. "And like your partner, he actually does his job like well." She leaves as Vortex follows, giving Blitz a final middle finger as she walks away. "Ta-ta, Fuck Stain!" Looking back, Verosika locked eyes with the boy in a white Japanese school boy uniform; something about him felt off.
"Anything wrong, Boss?" Vortex asked, opening the door for her.
"... Nothing we have to worry about." She preceded to meet her crew.
The tension over, Lincoln put the shotgun away while an exasperated Blitz groans. "Why did I waste so much time with a bag of holes like that?"
"You know Verosika Mayday!?" Loona kicked her door open. "Explain! Now!"
Initially shocked, the tall imp looked away. "Huh, oh, her, yeah, we dated." Blitz replied simply, treating it as not a big deal.
However, his employees didn't share the sentiment. "Was it before or after she became a famous pop star and a sex icon?" Millie curiously asked, confused by the circumstances.
"You dated a pop star!?" Moxxie jumps out, also in disbelief. 'How does that even happen!?"
"Don't say it like that for shit's sake! Why are you all acting like it's such a shock!?"
Link spoke first. "I think it's because you're a regular joe, and she's famous. Something like that mostly happens in a Hollywood movie."
"Hello?" Loona added. "This is Verosika Mayday!"
"And you're... you?" Millie followed.
Moxxie tried to wrap his brain around it. "It's just... is she blind, maybe suffering from brain damage?"
"Oh, I know." Lincoln gave his two scents. "Did you give her grandmother a kidney?"
The boss did not take kindly to their disbelief. "Okay, you guys are just trying to make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be! DoI go around prying into your stupid personal lives?"
"You do that all the time!/You kinda do, B./You totally do." Moxxie, Millie, and Loona answered simultaneously. Lincoln took a second to think. "Not me you don't, I've known you guys for weeks and none of you have asked me about what I've done when you're not around."
Blitz retorted. "That's because if I wanted to hear about suburban, white boy problems, I would watch Malibu's Most Wanted!"
"Lincoln, Sweetie, cover your ears for a minute." Millie wanted to ask a question, but didn't want her baby to hear it; when the boy did as she asked, she spoke to Blitz. "What was sex with her like?"
"Millie!?" Moxxie gasped. "There is a child present!"
"What? It's a pop star! You would want to know what sex with an opera singer be like."
Her husband was about to argue, but conceded. "Touché, Amor."
"Just drop it!" Blitz pulled Lincoln's hands from over his ears. "Millie, get a temporary spot for the van!" He threw her the keys, and Millie caught them gleefully. "The rest of us, we're gonna go handle this Bitch!"
The elevator opened on the seventh floor and the group, sans Millie, exited. While her adopted father was looking to settle the score, Loona was more concerned with her appearance. Verosika Mayday was a famous singer with countless fans and followers on social media. To Loona, someone so important seeing her look like a mess was to humiliating; and if that wasn't bad enough, Verosika is also accompanied by a brawny bodyguard who was just the type Loona went for.
"Did they see me?" She pulled out her pocket mirror. "Fuck! I did my makeup shitty today!"
"Oh, you always look perfect, Looney!" Blitz doted on his daughter in baby-talk . "Always so fluffy and adorable."
"Why do you care?" The youngest member asked. "They're demons, same as you or I."
"No,she is a celebrity!" Loona clarified. "Unlike royals or Overlords, she actually has value down here."
"Listen to the boy, Looney." Bopping her nose, Blitz agreed with Lincoln. "No need to impress that slut."
"Shut up, da-" Catching herself about to make a mistake, Loona shoves a hopeful Blitz aside. "Blitz!" She went back to her mirror, accidently bumping into someone in the process; seeing who it was, she became embarrassed seeing Vortex. "Uh... sorry."
Vortex stoically looks down to see another member of his species, who starts blushing and wagging her tail.
While Blitz would usually gush over how adorable she was acting, his fatherly instincts went into 'Papa Wolf' mode at the sight of his daughter in close proximity of the opposite sex. He quickly got between them to have a word with Verosika's bodyguard. "Hello, Big Man. What you doing down here if you're supposed to be looking after your bitch bag employer!?"
"Verosika is in her office." He points to the double door directly across from IMP's headquarters with neon pink hearts and 'VM' spray-painted on. "There weren't any other rooms on the Succ Ink floors, so they rented one here."
"Oh, I know that skank moved here just to spite me." Blitz glared.
"Sorry, Man." Vortex shrugged.
While the rest of his team discussed what to do, Lincoln slipped away to speak with Vortex. "Hey, just wanted to apologize about the whole 'Fido' and threatening to shot you penis off. You know how bosses can be?"
Snickering, the larger demon didn't hold a grudge. "No biggie, protecting our employers is in our job description. It just seems like yours is a lot to handle."
"Well, I don't do this for the pension." They parted on amiable terms.
Back with IMP, Moxxie was explaining how Verosika's status has little meaning to him, as someone who doesn't listen to pop, when Blitz yells.
"Shut the FUCK Up, Mox!" The taller imp yelled. "And Link, take this as a learning experience for someone who just entered the world of sexual education, 'Bitches Be Crazy'! There's no reasoning with them, especially when they're a lousy, second-rate, space-stealing, harlot! That's why you shouldn't even waste time talking to 'em! Just do what you need to do and walk away; don't buy 'em breakfast, don't ask about their day, just walk way!"
Lincoln furrowed his brow. "So, what you're telling me, is that instead of building committed relationships built on mutual respect and appreciation for a woman's personality, intelligence, and character, I should indulge in meaningless flings with a multitude of anonymous partners based on their appearance?"
"If that's a more pretentious way of saying hump and dump, nail and bail, or ejaculate and evacuate, then yes. Now, let's get to work!"
While Blitz walked away with Loona following, Moxxie took a moment to grab Lincoln by the shoulders. "Don't listen to him or you'll live a empty life. Respect woman, understand?"
The boy nods. "Understood." As Moxxie headed towards the office, Lincoln looked at the one across the hall. "It starts with sorry; sometimes peace needs a third-party to be made."
Heading to the office, the founder of IMP opened the door, showing that Lincoln had in fact made renovations to the office.
"Oh my Satan." The three original members stared in awe.
The first thing they notices was the worn out wallpaper was replaced with red and black, art deco inspired wallpaper. The couch and coffee table was also replaced with new pieces that matched the wallpaper. The floor was decked in black carpet. The fish tank that housed the company eels was now built into the all and ran along half of the perimeter of the room. Also, Loona's new receptionist desk was bigger, came with a dual screen desktop, and a leather chair.
"This is un-fucking-believable!" Blitz looked around. "A bigger tank. A tv in the corner!"
Moxxie saw the five new magazines on the coffee table. "We have subscriptions to three different magazines for the arts!"
"Look at this!" Loona sat in her new chair. "My desk has fridge stocked with beer under it!"
Joining the party, Millie walked in. "How's our new... holy shit! Is this our office!?" She looked around. "I was expecting no cracks in the walls. This is... too much!"
"Holy Shit!" Blitz screamed from the breakroom. "We have three vending machines now! One is just for mini-pizzas!"
"I'm gonna check the storage room." Millie opened the storage room door, finding that went through major changes as well. "What's all this?"
"It's the new armory." Speaking on the other side of a bulletproof teller window was Martha, wearing a black blouse . "Part of the remodel was expanding storage and putting in more security. Now on, nobody can get a weapon from here without fillin' a simple request form."
"Are you full of shit!?" Millie picked up a form Martha handed through a transaction drawer. "What kind of communist crap are you pulling?"
"Don't look at me, I just follow Lincoln's orders." The Sinner confirmed. "With the new weapons we have stored, he didn't want nobody gettin' a hold without his knowledge."
"We'll see about that, Mrs. Happy Tits!" Millie stormed out.
"'Scuse me, but it'sMs. Happy Tits."
Rejoining the other's in the waiting room, Millie kicked the door open. "Where's Lincoln? I need to have a word about these new 'safety' measures with him."
The other three realized the boy wasn't with us, and the last place they saw him was in the hall. "I'll... go get him!" Blitz left the office, going to the most likely place Link would be. "I swear, he'd better not be with that group of nymphos, or Millie is gonna kill me."
While his coworkers were heading to the office, Lincoln left to try to resolve issues with Verosika Mayday more diplomatically. He understood how unsavory denizens of Hell could be, but he's also seen demons act with foresight and form bonds with each other. Although Link had never spoken with succubi since being sent to this realm, if all demons had at least human level intelligence then they had a human capacity for reason. Quietly walking through the double doors, what waited on the other side was a recording studio that had seen better days; and from the stacked boxes in the corner, it was obvious it hadn't been occupied for long. Music blared out as Verosika and her posse talked amongst themselves.
One group was composed to three male demons, Incubi, who saw a strange kid in a goofy outfit wander in but didn't say anything. The tallest one with a spade tattoo on his neck whispered to a shorter demon with light grey hair, while the final incubus, a slim guy with spiked hair, laughed at the boy. Lincoln saw them but Verosika wasn't amongst the trio, so he turned to the second group.
The second group was composed entirely of female demons, Succubi, where Verosika was speaking. The female members of her crew didn't notice the child at first, but Lincoln took a moment to observe their conversation before speaking. From what he gathered, the three guys across the room were Ace, Josh, and Kat; while the blonde succubus was Apple, the afro-haired one was Coco, the taller succubus in a mesh shirt was Kiki, and the short one was Milky. Also, now that he saw Verosika removed her coat, she had a tattoo of a heart on her right arm with the name crossed out.
"Excuse me." Lincoln spoke, but they didn't pay him attention. "Excuse me! Miss Mayday!?" Catching their attention, the succubi turned and saw an imp boy, something they weren't expecting. "Remember me, HR? My name is Lincoln, and I work with Blitz at Intermediate Murder Professionals. I would like to discuss with you the situation regarding our parking-"
"Look what we have here~?" Verosika snickered, strutting over to the boy from earlier. "This is the little imp I told you about."
"The one who put a shotgun to your bodyguard's crotch?" Milky laughed. "What brings him here, did your crazy ex send him over as a bargaining chip?"
"I wouldn't hold my breath. So far this kid is more competent than anyone else on his payroll."
Apple pinched Lincoln's cheek. "Maybe he's interested in the music business!?" She enjoyed teasing him.
"Aw, look at him, all dressed up in his widdle outfit?" Following her girlfriend's lead, Coco pinched his other cheek. "Trying to look like a widdle grown up?"
Lincoln frowned as he shook their hands off. "Please, don't talk to me like an infant, Ma'am. I'm almost 13 years old." He suddenly got a message on his phone, but when he pulled it out, Milky swiped it. "Hey!"
"Ooh, looks like someone's a little player." She scrolled through the texts. "Someone sent a swimsuit pic. Not much now, but she's got potential."
"Don't be cruel, Milky." Kiki took the phone next. "You're comparing a little girl to a woman."
"Give me back my phone!" Reaching for his phone, Kiki kept it out of reach.
"Coco, catch!" She threw it to the afro-haired woman.
"Isn't that precious~?" Coco showed the picture to Apple. "Doesn't she kinda look like you~?"
"What a cutie~!?" Apple gushed. "I remember that age; I was in such a hurry to grow up!"
While the couple was distracted, Lincoln grabbed his phone. "I see you're all busy. We'll talk later." Before he could walk away, Verosika stopped him with her tail.
"Oh, is Baby missing Mommy and Daddy~?" She picked him up and hold him in her arms. "If what that goblin-ass prick said is true, you're his 'Junior Partner'? He must be working you silly if you're sneaking away?"
"Blitz is my friend, I choose to work for him." Lincoln defended his eccentric boss.
All of Verosika's mirth left her face. "Trust me, he doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself. The sooner you know that, the better off you'll be. He only keeps people around because they can give him something... but the moment he doesn't need you anymore, he'll throw you away."
Looking into her eyes, the boy could see how hurt she was. "I know Blitz isn't perfect, but he does care about people."
Smirking, Verosika decided to have a little fun. "Well, look whose the company man~?" She pulled him in closer to her bust. "Having someone so loyal would be welcomed in our crew~"
Seeing the game their boss was playing, the rest of the succubi played along. "Just think of all the benefits, Cutie~" Kiki ruffled his hair. "You would get better pay, more respect from Sinners and royals, and if you play your cards right, aspecial present when you turn eighteen~"
Planting a kiss on his cheek, Milky whispers. "We might even give youtreats if you behave~"
To drive their offer further, Apple and Coco joined Verosika and smothering Lincoln's head between their breasts. "Doesn't that sweet~!" The blonde giggled.
"Listen to my girl, we'll give you asign on bonus you'll never forget~"
Remaining quiet through all of it, Lincoln finally pushed them back using a bit of magic. As the succubi fell against the walls and floor, they and their male counterparts watched as the boy brushed himself off and address Verosika.
"If you're want to play games, don't play a master." He spoke coldly.
As the rest sex demons tried to understand what happened, Blitz kicked the door open. "ALRIGHT, C*NTS! WHERE IS HE!?"
"I'm right here, Boss." Lincoln rose his hand, unfazed by what happened. "Ms. Mayday and her friends were just giving me a warm reception."
"You bitches think you can just toy with my employees and I'll let it happen!? No, goddamn way!" He stomped up to Verosika and pointed in her face. "If you're gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a Satan fuckin'… challenge!" He lowered at his head. "Fuck, I said 'challenge' twice."
Kiki giggled. "Is this imp starting a Demon Duel?"
Chuckling, Verosika answered. "I think he is, Kiki." Entertained, she lowers her head to Blitz's height. "What's the game, Blitz-o?"
Ego taking control, the boss wanted to show these demons that his team and skill set was superior. "Every year for Spring Break, Asmodeus gives you STD spreaders a free pass to go topside for easy pickin's while Spring Break is a prime time for all crimes!" Blitz gives a confident smirk. "Here's the challenge, I bet you Succu-bitches can't fuck as many people as we can-"
"Wait, Blitz." Lincoln walked up. "As a Partner, I also have a say in this bet. I offer a counter wager; we'll do this by body count. Whoever gets the most targets by the end of the day wins. Sound good to you, Boss?"
Blitz looked into the boy's eyes for a moment, picking up the strategist of IMP had something planned. "Works for me! If my team wins, we get our parking space back!"
Verosika and her posse collectively laughed at the challenge. Contemplating the offer, she decides to sweeten the bet. "Okay, but if we win, then my crew gets your little bodyguard for the rest of the week."
"Excuse you!?" Blitz, appalled the terms, retorted. "You want me to put up my employee!?"
"You heard me, Limp-dick." Slyly grinning, the pop star decides that whatever makes Lincoln so valuable, it would be best used for her. "If I win on your terms, then I get nothing out of it. Now, it's only fair I should win something in return." She bends over to show Lincoln her cleavage. "Besides, your little nest of gremlins are a waste of his potential. What do you say, Linky~? My offer for a new career in the music business is open anytime~?"
"Listen here, Cunt-face, if you think I'll just hand over-"
"I'm in." Lincoln agreed to the terms, surprising Blitz and the incubi. "Ultimately, your word is final, Blitz."
The aforementioned imp faced Verosika, full of hate and determination. "You're on, Bitch! Come on, Lincoln, we got work to do!" Without a word, the boy followed him out.
"Are you for real about this, Boss?" Josh asked, confused by her motives.
"We all saw what he did. That little boy isn't some random imp, he has something that makes him valuable. Something I want for myself." She grinned mischievously.
Ace whispered to his coworker. "You know how it is when she wants something."
"I just don't see why." Kat complained. "All this to get back at your psycho ex?"
Without a word, Verosika glared at the boys, meaning it was time to be quiet. The whole crew knew what it was like when she got angry, and it was no picnic being in her warpath. Although Josh, Ace, and Kat were hesitant about the bet, the succubi in the room were confident in their victory. Like their leader, they also wanted the boy to join.
"We got this won and done!" Coco celebrated early.
"It'll be having a cute, little guy around! Coco, we should get more outfits for him!"
"The only real issue is waiting for his balls to drop." Milky spoke the problem none of them had addressed. "You are waiting for him to be the right age, Boss?"
"Her freaky ex aside, Verosika does have good taste." Kiki defended, then looked startled. "Right?"
"Of course!" The pop star didn't like any accusations; then, returned to her playful demeanor. "Trust me, after one week working for us, that little pet will never want to leave~"
Everyone regrouped in the newly renovated conference room where Blitz stands in front of the interactive board trying to get it to work. "Damnit, Link! When fixed the place up, you didn't think to get an IT guy!?"
The rest of the team and half of the Pawns were seated at the table. On the right of the screen was Moxxie, Millie, Vesper, and Crescenta; and on the left was Loona, Lincoln, and Venus. While the rest of the table was focused on the lead imp, Loona was scrolling on her phone while Venus gave her self an manicure.
"I'll fix this." Lincoln snapped his fingers. "Mac, please appear!"
Surprising the other four members of IMP, Mac the holo-imp appeared on the table. "What can I do for ya, Sir?"
"Mac, illustrate for Blitz."
"Okey-Doke!" Getting running start, Mac jumped into the smartboard. "I'm ready when you are, Blitz!"
"Finally, someone here who pulls their weight!" The head of IMP began narrating. "Shut you assholes, this is how we win the bet!" As he spoke, Mac illustrated. "First, we get a shit ton of clients! Next, we portal up to Earth. We do our fun murder time, we pile all the bodies in a big ol' fuckin' canoe, push said canoe into the water, light it on fire, the fire attracts sharks, eagles, that kind of shit! They come, eat the bodies, and we win the bet; and we rub it into that bitch's drunken, whore-ass face!" The illustration ends on a picture of a crying Verosika. "I know, it's a flawless plan, but who has any questions?"
"I have one." Vesper raised her hand, unimpressed. "Why do you people listen to this idiot?"
"Furthermore, why was that nonsense?" Moxxie supported the former queen.
"Those questions had nothin' to do with the plan." Blitz walks over to Moxxie.
"That wasn't a plan, that was wish."
"I'm sorry, but that was a flawless presentation, Mox. It's not my fault you got a smooth brain."
"A what now?" Moxxie questioned.
"I said I'm calling you slow, Moxxie." The taller imp voiced his frustrations. "Why don't you learn to take criticism you talentless. Baby-dicked! Troll!" He pointed his employee's chest.
"Calm down, Fellas." Lincoln raised his palm. "We won't get anywhere fighting amongst ourselves."
"Well, I'm sorry that I care so much about my employees being abducted by sluts that I want to win this bet!" Blitz addressed the whole table. "Do I have to remind you all, if we lose then Lincoln is spending a week in a dark room filled with succu-bitches, lead by a depraved, sex crazed harlot who flaunts her body around town for any man, woman, or thing who wants her!"
Venus raised her hand next. "Tell me, Mr. Blitz, is it lonely atop your pedestal?"
"Hey, is there any way I can go with you guys?" Loona requested, surprising the boy next to her.
Unfortunately, Blitz was fast to reject the notion. "Absolutely not, Young Landy! I might have been lenient a couple times, but not for a mission! Spring Break is no safe place for vulnerable, goth girls. Do you know what kind of FREAKS who'd drool all over you!?"
IMP faced the audience with gazes varying between anger, annoyance, and disgust. "You all know who you are." Lincoln spoke.
Breaking the momentary gaze, Loona continued. "I can blend in easy enough. Just let me tag along?"
"What do you mean 'blend in'?" Crescenta asked.
"I can blend in withhumans."
Millie asked a question. "Loona, do you have a human disguise?"
"Yeah, don't the rest of you?" She asked the imps specifically, but the three looked at each other nervously. "You three and Lincoln have been screwing around Earth all this time without human disguises!?"
"We're assassins." The boy spoke. "I didn't think it would matter as anyone who saw us would be dead." He considered what he said. "Now that I think about, I should have been more aware."
"Okay, I have new plan!" Blitz spoke. "Looney, you can help us lure the humans to us, and then we take care of the rest. How about that?"
"Flawless logic." Millie supported the plan.
"It does sound like it could work, but I think we're forgetting a crucial issue." Link spoke. "How will we get enough clients for this to work?"
"It's just as the boy says, Sir. We aren't going up to massacre."
"I got you covered, Boys." Later, Blitz puts up a poorly made flyer on a telephone pole before walking over to the others. "Now, we play the waiting game."
The gun expert of the team argues. "There is no way a single, badly made poster offering fifty percent off on Spring Break targets will-"
Before Moxxie could finish speaking, a line of clients stood in front of the flyer, allowing Blitz to smugly grin. "You were saying? Okay, Who's First!?"
The next day, a special concert is being held at a beach somewhere in the United States by the popular, yet controversial pop singer, Verosika Mayday. The concert wasn't scheduled to began for a while, but the spring breakers given access to the beach were supplied with enough beer and party drugs to last until the next day. Whether it was planned or a coincidence, every target IMP was paid to kill was in attendance at the concert. Under a pier at the beach, a portal from Hell opens up, allowing IMP to hide behind the rocks underneath.
"Remember, we can't be seen and loose shots will likely cause a panic." Blitz explained the mission. "So Loona will lure our targets to a better spot to off them. You got the list, Looney?"
As a hellhound, Loona had a supernatural sense of smell. She lifted the list to her nose and gave it a quick whiff, gathering the identities of all their targets. "Got it." As she stepped into the sun, a blue light swirled around her before transforming the young woman into a human with red eyes and hair long hair shaved on the right.
"Oh, Looney, you just look downright awful." Although he meant it as a compliment, Loona was still upset by Blitz's words. "I'm so proud. Now, fetch!"
As Loona went to collect the first target, Lincoln went to the assassination site on his own. "Thanks again for letting me handle the actual killing, Boss. Over." He spoke into his handheld transceiver, carrying his weapon in a guitar case.
"Just keep focused, Partner." Blitz spoke from his end, waiting under the pier until the right moment. "As great as a week with buffet of hotties sound, you should wait until you're fourteen."
Moxxie spoke up. "Sir, the general age of consent is eighteen."
"It is? In that case, I was molested as a teenager...many times." A moment of shock hit the team leader, but he brushed it off. "Just keep an eye out kid!"
Before her boss could hang up, Millie took the radio. "And remember, Sugarcube, we're all very proud of you! Over!"
Lincoln smiled at this news. From below in the alleyway, Loona walks in with a tall man with shaggy hair and sunglasses. Seeing as his time was approaching, Link opened the guitar case and hastily assembled the fully white rifle with tremendous dexterity. A second before the target was in position, the boy loaded the special bullet he'd been working on in secret.
"Is this doesn't work, I owe that guy if goes to Hell." Lincoln was in position; suppressor secured, he fired.
The white bullet flew into the man's head, creating a small spray of light as it made contact with his head. Expectedly, he fell to the ground with a thud. Lincoln watched him from above, low-spirited at his experiment's failure. However, the shaggy-haired man groaned and got back to his feet; to Loona's shock and Lincoln's delight.
"Damn... I don't know what happened, but I need to go somewhere and think about my life choices." He walked away.
"What the Hell was that!?" Loona yelled to Lincoln up top.
Hoping down to speak, the boy showed one of the white and silver bullets. "I call them Condemned Bullets. I fire one of these at a person and it kills them, but then they come back to life facing the realization of their choices. It works like my dungeons, but only one person per bullet, and if you get hit with two of these in one day, you don't revive."
"Fuck, Lincoln, just when I think you can't surprise me again, you find away." Loona nods, respecting his skill. "Blitz isn't going to be happy when he finds out."
"Well, think of it like this. We are paid to 'kill' our targets, and if they happen to come back to life... we technically did as we promised." Smug, Lincoln twirled his gun while speaking. "Never once did we say a target had to stay dead."
Bursting with laughter, the disguised demon offered a fist bump. "One day, you're gonna turn Hell upside down, Kid." Happily, Lincoln accepted.
The rest of the day went by without issues. Loona guided targets to a secure location, and Lincoln would put his special bullet in their skulls. Before the human revived, the two would sneak away while the target got reoriented. Once the duo got nine targets down, they regrouped with the rest of IMP with some snacks and drinks.
"Nine kills in the bag!" Blitz lead the team of demons in a toast. "I gotta tell you, when you said you killed them and brought them back to life. I was pissed out my fuckin' mind!"
"But then he realized, we are paid to kill humans, if they die and come back, tough shit!" Millie hugged the boy close. "You did a great job, Lincoln!"
"Millie's right." Moxxie patted the boy on the back. "It may not have been the way we'd do it, but we can respect it."
"Hey, where's my praise!?" Loona, inhaling a bag of chips, chimed in.
"How could we forget, Looney!" Blitz started another toast. "To Loona! This company would matter dick without you!" The other members toasted in her honor. "You all hear that? That is the sound of victory! If things keep going like they are, we'll have this bet in the bag! Take comfort, Lincoln, you aren't losing your v-card... well, to those sluts at least, anyone beyond them is none of my concern!"
In the mood to laugh, Loona swiped Lincoln's phone as he checked a message from Kai. "By the look of it, that might happen sooner than you think." Lincoln tried to reach for his phone, but the taller girl pushed him back. "You and this 'Kai' girl seem to have gotten close."
"Who is she, Baby!?" Millie lit up. "How did you meet? Does she like blood sports? You know she can't be your girlfriend if she can't stand the sight of blood."
"I keep telling you guys, she's just a friend." Lincoln collected his phone. "Besides, I don't think I even feel attracted to her. She... lacks that certain something you look for."
Blitz laughed. "The only thing you need to look for is-"
"Alright, Spring Breakers!" Smoke and lights came from the concert stage as Verosika Mayday made her appearance. Her silhouette in smoke showed her succubus form, but stepping out it was clear she was disguised as a human taking a swig from her flask. "Any of y'all ready to get lit the fuck up and make some bitchin' bad choices!"
The party goers in attendance roared with cheers. Verosika surveyed the crowed, making sure her crew was amongst the horde of inebriated humans. To her delight, she saw them as well as her loser ex and his team; she sent an arrogant wink to the white-haired boy she believed was in a human disguise.
"Calling all cuties, this is your final boarding call~" She swayed across the stage, the message 'Fuck you Blitzo' appears on the screens. "All aboard~"
"Just our luck, that cow just sent out her goatish mating call!" Blitz threw his drink down. "Now she's gonna win all this damn sex maniacs!"
"Don't worry, Boss." Lincoln remained calm in the situation, smiling a bit. "I decided to put in a little 'insurance policy'."
Although the pop singer's magic put the crowed in a state of inhibition, her crew entered in the crowed as they began kissing and grinding on each other. While their leader was distracted with her song, Verosika's posse was dealt with. One human was watching the show when Milky, the shortest member of the posse, approached him in disguise while suggestively licking a popsicle. Before anything could happen, Crescenta tapped her on the shoulder; Milky turned around a found a young woman in a blue floral swimdress.
"I just want you to know I'm sorry before hand." The brunette pulled out perfume bottle and sprayed it in the full-figured woman's face. "Out like a light."
Nearby, the tallest member of the posse, Ace, approaches a human guy as well, but he got a surprised spritz from Martha. The blonde woman in a red monokini watched him hit the sand. "See you when you wake up."
Teaming up, Coco and Kiki attempted to seduce another woman and would have succeeded if Venus, rocking a white bikini with a teal sarong, didn't hit them with a cloud of knockout gas.
Kat got lucky with a babe kissing him on a beach towel, but Vesper snuck up from behind and spritzed him. "You should take a break." She told the unconscious incubus, walking away in a pink skirted bikini under her blue hoodie.
Then, another member of the posse, Apple, was making her way to a pair of beach hunks when a dart hit her in the left shoulder blade, sending a liquid version of the gas into her system. A second later, she as sleep on the beach. The one who got her, Lincoln from under the pier.
"And that makes six. They aren't dead, just out for a few minutes."
"Talk about covering our bases! We got this shit in the bag!" Blitz cheered.
While the three imps cheered, Lincoln saw Loona was focused on something else. He followed her gaze, finding none other than Vortex in a human disguise guarding the stage. From her look, it was clear she wanted to go talk to him; and maybe it was the 'little brother' in him, but Lincoln conceded.
"Hey, why don't the three of you do some surveillance while me and Loona handle the rest of this?" Link offered. "Let the kids handle the grunt work."
"I like the way you think! Come on, if any targets try to make a run, we off their asses!" Blitz walked away, Moxxie and Millie doing the same after waving good bye.
Lincoln put his gun down then addressed Loona. "I bought you a little time." He smiled, then motioned to Vortex. "Go, before someone better catches his eye."
It didn't take many words for the hellhound to understand, and a strange feeling she's only felt once before swells with in; appreciation, something she didn't feel until the day she met Blitz. "I owe you one, Shrimp."
Nervously, Loona made her across the beach and through the horde of horny spring breakers. She checks her makeup when a bikini top lands on her head. Disgusted, she flings it away when she catches sight of Vortex. The large man spots a fanboy attempting to rush the stage, but he blocks him by punching the crazed guy into the sand, head first. She eager to approach him as he dumped the guy somewhere else, but the final member of Verosika's posse, Josh, found her. He tried flirting, but an annoyed Loona just back fisted him in the face before continuing.
Overconfident, Verosika addresses the crowd. "Listen up, Bitches! Which of you wants a piece of this!?"
She tosses her flask into the crowd, but it's surfed over the people until it hits the ocean. It's contents spilling, a golden puddle of Beelzejuice is formed. A catfish swims into the puddle unconcerned about the liquid's place of origin. Rapidly, the innocent creature is transformed into mutated horrific monster. Soon, it would lead to a lot of trouble.