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The Skittering Chaos (Worm/Hazbin Hotel)

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Deathwings said:
Lisa : Pass messages between me and Taylor for free and I'll do all the target investigating for you. Locations, weaknesses, the whole nine yards.
Blitzo : Nice try but n-
Luna : Deal.
Blitzo : LUNA!
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Part of an idea formed in Lisa's head and she reached out, like a classic deal making demon's way, and Luna slapped her hand against Lisa's, gripping it tightly, and a small green light started to emit from their hands for a second, a slight breeze whirling around the once windless room before it disappeared.

"AHHH!" was all Blitzo could say, both happy as Hell and worried as fuck as Luna just made her first deal (that he knew of), also because now they weren't going to get payed a fuck load for every letter, how the hell was he supposed to pay for all the stuff he just ordered in anticipation (Other than dip into his savings rather than his chequing account)!
 
Can't wait to see Taylor's letter.

"Hi, Lisa! I'm dead, writing you from Hell. It's nice down here, I've already claimed decent territory and currently am planning to expand. So when you'll come here, you'll have a warm place. Just don't hurry too much, kay? I totally can wait."


Also, Taylor connecting Mimi to Burnscar is interesting. Wonder when/if she's going to confront her about this. I'm not expecting anything too big to come out of it, but such small pieces of character development are always nice.
 
Deworld said:
"Hi, Lisa! I'm dead, writing you from Hell. It's nice down here, I've already claimed decent territory and currently am planning to expand. So when you'll come here, you'll have a warm place. Just don't hurry too much, kay? I totally can wait."
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Lisa probably going to burn that letter, probably thinking either as a prank or one of surviving clone. Although, does she even know Taylor is dead and not missing?

EDIT: In another note, this Addison probably is the tinker that unleash the Machine Army on Earth Bet. Taylor does note these robots are similar to Eaglebots.
 
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"Well whoever you are, know this, Addison A-lectronics and Robotics is open for business, and if you have the money, we've got the bot for you! You can contact us as 666-1638-9999-5555-2385!
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Hey Alec nice to see you're doing well... in hell. In the robot business now I see, a bit of a shift from your original powers but thematically more similar than not.
 
So many interesting twist this chapter!
So Mimi may well be the original Burnscar. And Taylor is going to sent her Thinker friend proff that the afterlife exists!
Hope Lisa's Shard doesn't explode. :p
Great work, thanks for the update.
 
Greatazuredragon said:
So many interesting twist this chapter!
So Mimi may well be the original Burnscar. And Taylor is going to sent her Thinker friend proff that the afterlife exists!
Hope Lisa's Shard doesn't explode. :p
Great work, thanks for the update.
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Well, with all the fuckery on Bet and Golden Morning, her reaction is gonna be rather mellow.
 
Miller At the Wash said:
Hey Alec nice to see you're doing well... in hell. In the robot business now I see, a bit of a shift from your original powers but thematically more similar than not.
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Could be just a coincidence, however is possible he join in a business venture with this guy.

I once commented that this Anderson is probably the tinker that unleashed the Machine Army since Taylor comments that these robots are similar to Eaglebots when she was alive.
 
Your latest chapter was great. While looking about for more, found this site with the latest one and had to sign up. All so far is excellent. Keep it up and can't wait for all this to catch up to cannon ward and hazbin hotel. Now if you don't mind, got to write these headcannons of what I hope will happen later on.

Katie Killjoy: Now on to commercial break. (At Tom Trench) Suck it up you little bit-


Cue Blitzø: HI there, I'm Blitzø. The o is silent. The founder of I.M.P.
(Shows Blitzø dressed as Jack Slash laughing while a orphanage is bloody and burning behind him.) Are you a piece of shit who got yourself sent to hell?
(Now shows Blitzø dressed as a all too familiar bug based cape, dying on the floor getting shot after pulling the 'saving to mutiverse lever'.) Or are you a innocent soul that got FUCKED by someone else?
Cue red demon: After lovenly killing my wife FOR FUCKING THE DELIVERYMAN, you can imagine my surprise when I end up here after the state of Ohio killed me. I really wish I could stick it to that YAPPY JOGGER that saw me hiding the body.

Back to Blitzø: Well luckily for you, thanks to our company's special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business, by taking out anyone who screw you over when you were alive. (Dives into portal to Earth Gimel)

When you want somebody gone, and you don't want to wait too long,​
Call the Immediate Murder Professionals​
Hand grenade or cyanide, we'll make look like Suicide.​
The Immediate Murder Professionals ​
(Shows Blitzø and the gang running into the portal, Moxie tripping into it)
We do our job so well, because we come straight from Hell.
(All landed in, ready to work, look surprised as they landed in a Fallen meeting dedicated to Khepri.)
We'll kill your husband or your wife, we'll even let you keep the knife.​
We're the Immediate Murder Professionals​
(Cue Nursery groaning after being shot in the gut by Moxie.)​
Kids die for frrrrreeeeeee!​
All additional services outside aassassinations will be given a 500% increase. No negotiations. No refunds. ​
 
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Taylor needs one of those soul killing weapons.
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It would not stretch my SoD in the slightest if someone upstairs noticed Taylor was active down below and discretely ensured that a heavenly weapon would be left behind where she could get a hold of it with the excuse that it would deal with the over population issue.
 
Imp Interlude
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    "Those are all I have at the moment, and it takes about a day or so to build the parts and assemble these things so you'll have to deal with it at the moment while I trickle the Rob-os to you Simon," Addison says to me over the phone as I continue to watch the displays of the various mechanical biters that are still left while sending commands to them on their version of the city's map which was updating in real time as they got more information.

    "I understand Addison, but six more bots just isn't enough, not with those psychos out there being able to smash them so easily, isn't there something you can do? I know that you can get much better AI for them than what you're giving me, I've seen the vids of other mad science automatons," I say as I click on the map with a squad of my biter bots to keep them away from Crimson's big boys, biting my cheeks some more as I lose another one to the Beast as he speeds down the alleyways. Not many left, I do my best to have the bots scatter. At the same time, I get an alert that another biter bot in a different squad got into a fight and I shift my attention to that one.

    "Look, the AI in these bots are what you are going to get. I don't want to mess around with anything more advanced than that until I know for sure it won't go to shit. I've had some bad experiences in the past with more "intelligent" AI like that."

    "Can't you buy some better AI that isn't going to as you say "go to shit" and use that?" I ask.

    "And get more lawyers on my ass as well? No thanks."

    "This is Hell, no one gives a shit about the rules."

    "Not unless you have enough money to make the police actually give a shit. I haven't pissed off a rich enough guy to do that, and I would like to keep it that way. Look Simon, I can't get you that, and besides, I know that even if I did sell you the bots with some added on AI to it, you likely wouldn't be able to pay for it, at least not the full batch you bought. While I like you, I'm not going to just ruin myself to keep you out of a debtor's prison for your fuck up," Addison says, and despite wanting to bite back at the comment of "my fuck up," regarding everything else, it sounds annoyingly reasonable. Family funds were already running low from just re-buying the bots I lost in my doomed rush, not to mention the reinforcements for the mechanical biters. I could go get some loans but doing so in Hell was basically just asking to get fucked by ever rising interest rates.

    "What about anti armour? Or one of those mad science ray guns and stuff like that? I know you've made them before," I say. Addison is silent for a moment as I continue to evade the enemy. As I do so I grab my drink, uncaring that Addison will hear as I begin to guzzle it down before tossing it behind me, the can hitting the few dozen others. It'll take a few minutes but hopefully the energy drink it will keep my sleep at bay. Just… just a few more hours. I can sleep when I get through this, after all, can't sleep when your life is dependant on keeping your dog bots alive while they're being actively hunted.

    "Won't work on brutes, or well, at least that's what was said for those Slaughterhouse members that they have in Crimson. I know of a few ideas that would likely work on brutes. For you're boy Crimson, I can gas him. All the topside news regarding him when he was still a big thing up top was that he was invincible to bullets and stuff so anti tank isn't going to help, and lasers are more anti personal than tank. Don't know about the snake though so some Anti tank might work on them. If you want, for a small fee, I can swap out the newest batch of Rob-os weapons with some Anti-tank and some gas grenade launchers. I can even include some regular frag and stuff with it as well. Or I can just apply them to the Rob-os that are being made in the future. It will come with a fall in fire rate, however, I haven't yet properly configured a system to have it become rapid fire without serious malfunctions yet."

    "Swap out some for the next shipment, something like two to four with the four having the anti tank, and give them all the grenade launchers if you would. There are still Satan knows how many regular members of Crimson out there after that year of recruiting. We'll need the anti infantry to handle those guys and hopefully draw in the big guys."

    "Alright, I'll get working on it in the morning. Oh uh, I had a bit of a strange visitor today, a possessed biter, know anything about that?" I scrunch my brow as I look to the phone.

    "Why would you think I had anything to do with that?"

    "No no, I was more thinking that Crimson might have someone who is possessing biters and might have been trying to find out where you got your robots."

    "Do you think you're in danger?"

    "Not at the moment, just thought I'd let you know. Just in case."

    "Alright then, I'll send a few guys your way to keep watch, make sure that the convoys don't get hit in transit and all that," while I say that, I continue to click around the map, continuing to move around my biters. As I do so, one of the squad of biters not being chased, comes across a garage. Using the simple commands that the robot biters understand, I have them attack the garage door and try to get in. A horrible screech comes from the speakers linked to the biters as the biter uses its claws to tear through the garage door. There are shouts inside and it looks like there are some Crimson gang members inside. As one biter jumps in, a bullet must have hit something critical as the biter powers off while the other rushes forward.

    One of the gangsters is pushed down, the biter turns it's head, and within an instant, bites down on the gangsters head. The sound of gunfire drowns out the wet pop that I would have heard otherwise. The biter turns just in time to see the door to the garage close. I type in a command and the biter rushes forth into the door. Denting it but otherwise it's fine.

    With another typed in command the biter turns to the vehicles and I let my attention drift to the other biters, the previous one already set to begin destroying the vehicles held within.

    "I can hear that you're busy so I'll just let you go, the refits will take a couple of hours tomorrow so rather than getting them at noon you'll get them later in the day, alright."

    "Alright," I say and the call goes dead. Seeing no alerts for a moment, I let out a sigh and rub my eyes before I reach for my headache pills. From behind me, I hear the door open as I down my pills with another of my energy drinks. Thank Satan for demonic regeneration because this can not be healthy.

    "Hey Boss?" I look over to where the voice, a friend of my Father, who calls out. He's holding a plate with a steak on it in his hand with two beers in the other, one already open, "Supper."

    "Just put it down over there please," I say, pointing to the table with the map of our local area of the city, spread across it, Crimson's territory lined in red and ours in blue. I roll my chair over towards the spot as Frank puts it down in front of me, placing a beer by me as well. As I pick up the utensils at the side, I stare at my steak for a moment.

    "What am I doing wrong Frank?" I ask as Frank turns away. I look up to him as he turns back, his bottle up to his mouth, taking a swig of it before he grabs a chair and sits at my map table, leaning back as he does so.

    "Well, if you'd asked me a few days ago, I'd have said you're not paying enough attention to the businesses, you're not trying to get the police and old timers that left back in our pocket, and instead, you're spending the money on all of this expensive robot shit. That and you micromanage a lot, then try to do stuff yourself like with the robot patrols and stuff. Course now, I don't know. I just know I'm happy that we've got those bots that can take a bullet for me."

    "Then why the Hell is all of this happening?"

    "I don't know Simon, I guess maybe the robots got some of the young guys excited and tried to fuck with Crimson, but that's their fault, not yours."

    "I don't think that those were our guys, I think someone is trying to frame us," I say, but Frank just shrugs.

    "Well if it wasn't us originally then it doesn't matter now what with attacking them with our guys right after." I eat quietly for a minute while Frank drinks.

    "Any advice?" I ask, looking back to him. He seems to ponder for a moment as he takes another swig of beer.

    "If this were some other small gang like us and not raiders, sure, but not these guys. I wasn't good at the gang war stuff anyways, that was always what Gary would handle," he said, and of course, Gary had died with his Dad in his last fight against Crimson before the raiding really started in earnest.

    "I see, thanks," I say as I look at the beer. Were I a weaker imp, I'd have taken it, and possibly drowned my sorrows with it, but I've got to keep the biters alive and harassing until those reinforcements arrive. Of course, that's when my phone started going off. Turning to it, I hit the accept call button and lifted it to my ear.

    "This is Si-," I'm cut off by the sound of gunfire in the background.

    "Boss! Shits fucked! We got guys shooting up the place down near Beezle Street, get the boys, it ain't Crimson!" and with that the line disconnects. I squeeze my phone for a moment as I bite into my cheek, accidentally piercing it with my sharp teeth and I can taste blood.

    "Ow! Fuck!"

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    "Hey Billy-bob! Pass me another beer!" I hear someone shout to me, my uncle having apparently run out.

    "Sure thing Uncle Dixie, catch!" I say, reaching down into the cooler and doing an underhand toss towards him. Uncle Dixie plucks it from the air and leans back again, one hand around the girl that might be going back with him to the town he lived in. Judging by her expression, she seems impressed despite how it was an easy throw. As he does so, he looks to Moxxie who's sitting on an abandoned pile of bricks with his Millie with him, the two being sickeningly cute as usual.

    The lot of us are having a bit of a get together in an abandoned section of an industrial zone in the city before most of us either left town for home or a few like myself stay behind to help Skitter with Crimson. Unfortunately the crowd willing to stay and help avenge Lloyd is smaller than I'd hoped, barely a handful, but then, can't exactly defend home when you're not there.

    "So Moxxie, how's things in the assassination business?" he asks to which Moxxie gives an exasperated groan.

    "Busy, the boss is actually considering hiring some new people rather than having just us. You know all those guys from Earth bet? I swear a third of our jobs are from them trying to kill one super hero or villain or another, and more than half the time, they're dead already and running around down here. Plus, with all the people showing up, I think we just got twelve new assassination orders in the week before we took this little vacation."

    "Most of the time we just do one a day, but lately we've been having to do multiple, it's driving Luna up the wall having to find all of these people," at Millie saying that name, Moxxie drops his head into his hands, groaning aloud.

    "Please don't say her name, I just want to relax and not have to think of her right now,"

    "Aww, Moxxie," Millie says and warps her arms around him, her voice lowering for a moment to the point of being indistinct. Whatever she says cheers him up as he straightens out and looks at her with excitement.

    "With the?" he asks, trailing on and as Millie smiles, he hugs her close. "You're the best!"

    Looking away from that, Dixie looks to me. "So you're staying in town then?"

    "Yeah, someone's got to help Skitter kick those Crimson cunts to the curb, especially after the shit they did to Lloyd," as I say that Uncle Dixie groans at that, shaking his head.

    "Boy, didn't your Father ever teach you the lesson that revenge ain't going to help an imp worth nothing?"

    "He did, but that doesn't change the fact that Lloyd's dead now, and I and a bunch of others aren't just going to let that go,"

    "And get yourselves killed with nothing to show for it," he remarks dismissively as he takes a swig of his beer. As he says that my hands clench into fists, and my teeth begin to grind.

    Fuck you! I want to say to him and I have a sudden urge to slug the jackass across the jaw, even if he is my Uncle. While Uncle Dixie and Lloyd are all a part of our family, we're a big family, and he hadn't known Lloyd like I had. The two of us had been friends since we were kids, hanging out whenever we could get away with it. Hell we barely even saw Dixie since he and several other imps here live outside of town in their own villages and towns.

    But then, Uncle Dixie does know about losing close loved ones, not just a close relative you were good friends with either. He doesn't live in a paradise like we do. His town is far more typical of most imp towns and villages. A bunch of ranches, farms, and imps all together toughing it out. Far more often than us, he's dealt with raiders, wild hell beasts, and all sorts of other dangerous critters roaming the wastes.

    Uncle Dixie lost his wife and kids after all. They had been killed by one of the nomadic bands of bandits that drove around the wastes looking for victims to prey upon. The lessons that Uncle Dixie had learned were that which almost every imp in the wastes learns. One of those being that revenge is a sucker's game that imps shouldn't play, even if it physically hurts to let the bastard get away. After all, sinners come back, and they have a hell of a vengeance, imps don't and unless you can take them down for good, a sinner will always win in the end.

    I'd been taught the same thing, but unlike Uncle Dixie, I've never had to live it, so the lesson hasn't exactly stuck. It was all because of some wandering sinner waltzing into town one day, who single handed, turned around a bandit raid, and helped my Grandpa and Dad build up the town into what it is today. He helped us set up fortification around the town that still stands today. He gave us the knowledge that eventually lead to us beginning to have a bit of industry within town, and he even furthered helped us by setting up automatic turrets all around the town and spotlights that shine every night, lighting up the wastes for miles. Maybe if he'd had the fortune that we've had, he might not be so jaded, but then, what ifs never got anyone anywhere.

    As Dixie finishes his drink, he looks back and he frowns a bit. Probably taking the hint that I certainly don't like his tone and attitude as I make no effort to hide my anger from him. He shakes his head and sighs.

    "Look, I love… loved, Lloyd just like the rest of us. Don't take this the wrong way, I hope you guys actually do it, but well. I've just seen way too many friends run off into the wastes to avenge their family or friends. I've never seen a one again."

    I take a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit before I respond. "This time is different. It's not just us imps, we've got Skitter with us."

    He raises an eyebrow at me as I say that.

    "One sinner?" he asks. He hadn't been there. He hadn't seen that red freak smash through us like a kid ripping through a sheet of paper, moving like an unstoppable train of death and destruction. He had been in the pens, looking for a girl to pick up to maybe fill that hole in his heart when Auntie Shae, cousin Arnold, Ben, and lil Carl had been murdered. He hadn't seen how Skitter so easily took down the creature that had killed Lloyd, and had actually cared enough to make sure the rest of us got out of there, including Felix, rather than gather more loot.

    "One sinner," I say, more sure than certain in our success. It had only taken one sinner to turn my home from a withering village to a boom town in less than a generation. Why not here as well? I may not have met the mysterious wanderer, nor will I ever be able to tell my eventual kids of him, but I can certainly tell them about Skitter, how we helped her take down a raider gang and built up her little slice of Heaven right here in Hell.

    "Well, when I see it, I'll believe it. Still, she's a moth demon so maybe she could use some of her silk and make you guys some kind of shirts or something you can slip some plates into. Or heck, even just getting some of her silk could get you a pretty little profit if you sold it to the right person," Dixie says as I remember the scar that Skitter had given me. It was just something to show our alignment in case a fight broke out and we needed to figure out who was who quickly. Reaching into my pocket, I grab the scarf and pull it out.

    The thing is dyed in a black and yellow pattern of stripes. Skitter had been giving these out to everyone who was staying with her as she completed them, the first batch going to the girls who are working under her, and the second going to us that are staying to help fight Crimson and possibly this Raz family.

    "You mean something like this?" I ask, holding up the scarf. As I hold it up, Dixie's eyebrows raise and he pulls away from his girl to get a closer look at it. As he inspects the scarf of silk he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a softly glowing blade. A few other family members look over as I hold up the silk scarf.

    "Mind if I test it? Genuine demon moth silk is supposedly pretty tough," shrugging I pass the scarf into his waiting hand as he walks back to the wall he's leaning on. He puts the scarf against it up against the wall and then drives his glowing knife into it, or at least, tries to.

    I don't see the blade really going in too far despite it being obviously magical, and as he moves the scarf away from the wall it seems undamaged. I can't see much if any kind of damage to the material, and as I look, I can't see anything on the wall either. Dixie pulls on the scarf a bit, trying to see if a hole opened up, but the scarf is still as solid as before.

    "Hmmm, good stuff."

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    "Hey, you going to finish that?" a boy, some kind of puppy dog demon or something, across the table from me asks, his bowl of the bland soup already finished and scrapped clean.

    "Hey, lay off the girl, she's probably as hungry as you are, ain't ya impy?" the girl beside me, one of my room mates while still in the Crimson gang's brothel, asks me. I nod as I continue to eat my soup. The soup is the same kind Mom would always buy in bulk for when we were running low on money that month. Some kind of pea soup or something. Cheap and filling if rather bland. As I keep eating though, the girl Marsha, a succubus I'd made friends with while we were room mates decided to keep prodding.

    "So come on girl, what's the matter? What's got my favourite imp in the downs despite getting out of that shithole? You're not missing that place are you?" at the suggestion I make a face.

    "What? No! It's just… well, I feel a bit homesick."

    "Aw shit girl, missing your folks again?" Marsha asks, wrapping her hands around me, one hand rubbing my back, the other snaking across my leg. I can feel Marsha get closer to my ears as well.

    "Want me to make it better?" she asks in a hushed whisper. I know what she's asking, and it was such a succubus way of doing things. Of course, she's a succubus, and sex is always on her mind, not that I wouldn't enjoy a little bit of cheer up sex. I smile, leaning into her a bit as she says that but I shake my head at the same time.

    "Maybe in a bit, but I still gotta eat Marshy," I say as I nuzzle into the crook of her neck before shifting back to my bowl, keeping an eye on the puppy dog who's still trying to scrape some more soup out of his bowl.

    "Well then how about we talk about something different then hmm? How about the new boss?" Marsha asks, pointing her spoon towards the upstairs office which the boss claimed. Through all the scaffolding, tarps, and various other kinds of things, the office is pretty obscured, but still somewhat visible.

    "So what do you think about her poochie? You like her?" Marsha asks the puppy demon and he seems to brighten up at her mention.

    "Oh yeah, I like her, I really like her," he says and I can see his tail start to wag and a smile start to spread across his face. "She's like, Mmmh! With how tall she is, her legs, I'd love to have a night with her, show her my moves."

    At the mention of his moves, I can't help but snort while Marsha can barely hide her laugh as well. "Your moves? Puppy dog, if I had to guess, your moves are "roll over" and "present" so unless you planning on shaking your sweet lil ass for her I don't think you'll be getting jack."

    Despite her words, the puppy doesn't seem deterred at all to which I smirk a bit. Kinky lil Hellhound, might have to have a little fun with him.

    "Besides, she's already got herself a lil toy following her around so I doubt you'll get much, better to try to hook up with one of the out of town imps, or one of us you know? I could show you a good time," Marsha says.

    "You don't know that, she could just be an enforcer or something," the puppy says but I shake my head.

    "Come on, she's a moth demon running the pimp angle, she's gotta be taking after her Daddy, Valentino, which means that lil mouse is probably her eager little toy, you know, like how Valentino always has those cat girls with him. Probably was one of her birthday gifts or something. Like Father like… well not son but you get the gist," I say.

    "But doesn't he sample his own hoes? Wouldn't that increase my chances if she is taking after her papa, if she even is his kid?" the puppy asks, to which I just shrug, and Marsha picks up the slack.

    "Maybe, but then you're getting personal with your pimp, and I know all the stories of whores getting personal with their pimps. Never a good thing cause they'll rob you blind and push you to do things you didn't want to do," Marsha says. I smirk a bit as I look to her.

    "Oh yeah? And what exactly would a succubus not want to do?" I ask to which Marsha rolls her eyes.

    "Work for free. My Daddy taught me right so I don't get all worked up over the idea of hoeing for free… unless my customers are really hunky that is…" she says and I can't help but giggle at bit.

    "Don't laugh, I may be greedy but I'm still mostly a lust demon."

    "Speaking of greed, any idea when we'll be allowed to work the street? I'd really rather get myself some different food." I say changing the subject.

    Puppy boy and Marsha shrug at my question. "Till the nearby gang war is over or something, though from the news it seems that it's mostly going on in Crimson territory so I think the Moth is being a bit of a Mommy Dom about the whole shebang and stuff. Though, you could see about getting with one of the imp boys around here, after that raid they're loaded and are going to be leaving town soon, so get your share while you can girly."

    "You know what, I think I will," I say as I tip the bowl up and begin to drink up the rest of the soup. Maybe earning some money'll keep my mind off of what might be about to happen to my old home.

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    A bit of a shorter interlude but hopefully it gives everyone a good idea of the general attitudes of the imps while also shedding light on the Raz VS Crimson situation.
     
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    "Come on, she's a moth demon running the pimp angle, she's gotta be taking after her Daddy, Valentino, which means that lil mouse is probably her eager little toy, you know, like how Valentino always has those cat girls with him. Probably was one of her birthday gifts or something. Like Father like… well not son but you get the gist," I say.

    "But doesn't he sample his own hoes? Wouldn't that increase my chances if she is taking after her papa, if she even is his kid?"
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    Lol, I hadn't even considered this may happen! Wonder if rumors about his 'daughter' will eventually reach Valentino? :p

    Loved the little interlude, great work.
     
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    So some people think Taylor is Valentino's daughter and she is already earning the attention of admirers and apparently the imps have they own legend of a mysterious wanderer.
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    I just had a thought! A heroic inclined sinner that died years ago and helped the imps with inventions.
    Guess we now know where Hero is! :D
     
    Night Hunter said:
    I was under the impression this guy was a hellhound and not a sinner.
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    Can't believe I forgot about them.

    Pinklestia said:
    Well, how sexy is Taylor as a moth?
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    I'll have to describe it later, maybe as one of Puppy's wet dreams or something in a bonus interlude that I'll be putting in the eventual lewd version of this story.

    Edit: I like puppy being a hellhound better so now there's a cute Hellhound among the hoes.
     
    Taylor tends to copy any magic she sees so will she end copying sex magic? I can totally see her giving herself a better figure by accident.

    Edit: And not just in her true demon form, but as a permanent thing if she puts enough power to make the change permanent.
     
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    New episode of Helluva boss.



    We meet Asmodeus or "Ozzy" the incarnation of the sin of lust.

    Also I just want to point out, that in terms of power in hell, Asmodeus is literally below only Lucifer and and the rest of the Magne family, and only equaled by the other sins.
     
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    Pinklestia said:
    Taylor tends to copy any magic she sees so will she end copying sex magic? I can totally see her giving herself a better figure by accident.
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    The author did mention Taylor is unaware giving herself a better figure, such as bigger breasts and so on. In the future someone will probably mention that.

    VisV said:
    New episode of Helluva boss.



    We meet Asmodeus or "Ozzy" the incarnation of the sin of lust.

    Also I just want to point out, that in terms of power in hell, Asmodeus is literally below only Lucifer and and the rest of the Magne family, and only equaled by the other sins.
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    He is the prince of lust, the incarnation bit is probably hyperbole.

    Anyway, when shall be the next update?
     
    Night Hunter said:
    The author did mention Taylor is unaware giving herself a better figure, such as bigger breasts and so on. In the future someone will probably mention that.



    He is the prince of lust, the incarnation bit is probably hyperbole.

    Anyway, when shall be the next update?
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    Planning on some time next week as I have been focusing on other stuff during October and keep focusing on this story for November.
     
    Pinklestia said:
    While the fanart is great, is her true demon form a whole lot more moth like but still cute if scary?
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    Taylor's true demon form is less cute than her non-demon form due to the fact that in her demon form, Taylor gains like a foot and is really floofy. The hat also makes it so that Taylor's eyes don't seem as big so while in true Demon form, Taylor isn't as cute, but looks more domineering due to her increased height.

    Pinklestia said:
    As for Taylor main sin, evidently is Greed as she keeps wanting more and more.
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    While she does want more, it's to achieve her self given goal of making a small bit of paradise in Hell, kind of like Elysium within Hades in Greek Mythology. That is what is driving Taylor at the moment. As for her main sin, I'm more looking towards it being Pride as especially in this AU, Taylor wasn't repentant for her sins, so even if she had a chance to get into Heaven, because she never washed her sins away and was never repentant, she never stood a chance of getting into Heaven.
     
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