In another part of the Pride Ring, in a place called "Imp City," an imp was walking back to work after a nice lunch break with a smile on his face.

Lately he's just had a little pep to his step. Maybe it was because of his business having incredible financial success, maybe it was because he finally has repaired his relationship with his past friends and family, minus his dad because fuck him, or maybe it was because of how everything in his life seemed to be going his way... as the gold ring on his finger often said. He entered the office building and went right to the top floor. He stepped off the elevator and walked to I.M.P.

"Ah, lunch with the husband, now back to senselessly killing." He said, as he walked into the office, "Afternoon, Loonie, any calls while I was out?"

"Funny you say that, Verosika is on line one." Loona said.

Blitz walked into his office and picked up the phone when he sat at his desk.

"Hey, V, what's happening?" He asked, smiling widely.

"Nothing much, except for some asshole vandalizing my work place with a brick." Verosika said casually.

"Really? Someone has the balls to fuck with one of Asmodeus's clubs?" Blitz said in surprise.

"Yeah, surprise me too. That's why I'm calling you, I need you to take care of the one responsible." Veroiska said.

"I don't know, V. You know, my crew only deals with killing humans." Blitz said.

"Well, I'm sure I know something that will... motivate you." She said, before sending him a picture of a premade check.

"Christ on a stick, that's a LOT of zeros!" Blitz said with wide eyes.

"I'll add two more if you bring him back alive." Verosika said.

"Alive?" Blitz asked, confused.

"I want to deal with this fucker myself. So, do we have a deal?" Verosika asked.

"For this much money, I say HELL YEAH! Now who is the asshole you want brought in?" Blitz asked with a grin.

"This one fuck named Valentino." Verosika said, with a growl. "He's basically a weakling trying to reclaim what he lost and is contracted to Lucifer by force. I want you to being him here so I can show him what happens when he fucks with MY club."

"Valentino? That porn moth fucker that helped to to kill the current queen?!" Blitz shouted in shock, having heard it from tales that Valentino's former workers spread.

"The very same." Verosika said to him. "So, how fast can you get him?"

"First, we need to find him and luckily, my daughter's nose is the best in hell." Blitz said confidently.

"Good, I'll see if I can find something else to help." Verosika said, "I do have my ways of getting people to talk."

Yep. So, will we get that check now or later?" Blitz asked.

"Payment on delivery. And like I said, I add two more zeros if he's alive." Verosika said before ending the call.

Blitz stood up and smiled. This will be fun.

"M AND M! LOONIE! Gear up! We're going asshole hunting!" Blitz said, walking out of his office.

'Today is going to be a good payday!' Blitz thought.

Meanwhile, it wasn't a good day for a certain moth demon in his "semi" luxury apartment.

"You lost your watch?!" His boyfriend asked angrily.

"It'll be fine!" The moth demon said.

"That's what you said about the-"

"Vox, sweetie, do NOT bring that up again because it was just as much your plan as it was mine!" Valentino said, smoking a cigarette to calm down.

"It better." Vox said, the tv demon having a new replacement flatscreen face.

"It is, but I'm going to need a new watch." Valentino said, sitting on a couch as his female Fizzarolli robot brought him a drink.

"I'll get it later after my next meeting." Vox said before hissing, rubbing his screen face.

The phantom pain from 5 years ago still hurts, even after "replacing" his screen head. Plus, his right eye didn't work anymore. And the cause of it pissed him off to no end.

'I swear that one of these days, when we regain our power, that fallen bitch and that hotel are going down!' Vox thought as the femme Fizzarolli brought him a drink as well.

Ever since that day, Vox had become paranoid, and maybe it was the damaged eye, but he swears he sees Emily every now and then.

Glaring at him, mocking him, "attacking" him and causing Vox to jolt in fear. They were like hallucinations but more realistic thanks to his techno-organic demon body.

"Aw, is someone getting angry?" A mocking voice said with static.

Vox growled as he held his head, glancing at the side of the couch and seeing "Emily" sitting there with her hands over her lap. Her eyes were black and her teeth sharp as she was mocking him with an "innocent" expression.

"Do you want to talk about it, Vox?" "Emily" asked him.

Instead of answering, Vox turned and stormed out of the room.

"I'm heading to the meeting. I'll be back in a few hours." Vox said.

"But the meeting-" Valentino was cut off as the door was shut, leaving him alone with the robot. "Ugh! He's in a mood again. Kitty, get me another drink."

The robot nodded to her master before running off to get his drink.

Back with Vox, be did his best to block out the stupid hallucinations, but just like in real life, the fallen angel was a problem.

"You can't just walk away from your problems, Vox." Emily said, appearing and walking beside him.

"You're not real." Vox said.

"Maybe not but your problems are real." Emily said to him.

"Yeah, the real you." Vox said with a frown.

"Heheheheh, not me silly. I mean your emotional problems." Emily said with a giggle.

He threw a punch, but being a hallucination, that didn't work as it just went through her head.

"Hehehehe, it tickles." Emily said as she giggled. "Do it again."

"Hmmm!" Vox hummed angrily, walking faster to his limo to get to his business meeting.

He got in and "Emily" was already next to him, looking around the inside.

"Not bad... my family's limo is still far better than this." She commented.

"Where to, Mr. Vox?" The driver asked, not seeing "Emily."

"The factory. I have a meeting in an hour." He said.

"Right away, sir." The driver said with a nod, heading for the factory.

Vox hated this. His business, his fortune, his power; all of it was cut down to a FIFTH of what he originally had. The king of hell has emasculated him in a way like never before, it made Alastor's betrayal seem like small potatoes!

"Vox, we can talk about your feelings if you want." Emily said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Turn on the radio and anything play. Anything!" Vox said to his driver, needing to block out "Emily's" voice.

"Right away, sir." The driver said as he turned in the radio, which was playing a Verosika Mayday song.

"Oh damn! Hahahah, talk about ironic." Emily said with a giggle.

Vox ignored "her" and focused in the music, only dealing with it because it would drown out this imaginary brat in his head.

'One day, we're gonna our revenge on the entrie Morningstar family! I fucking swear!' Vox thought in silence, his right eye burning the hatred and pain.