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Tarnished pt 8

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved. 18+ rating for language, sex, violence, alcohol consumption, abuse, and general Hellaverse-ness]

[Part 8/?? Word count 3773

CW: child neglect, child death, problems with foster care, trafficking, implied noncon, prostitution]

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Present Day

Blitzø woke to the odd combination of coffee and reheated pizza scents. Loona was chomping away at a slice from yesterday. She was at the table, flipping through a book on basic magick he’d had for years. He’d picked up a few to try to keep up with what Stolas was talking about with his work.

Unfortunately even Magick for Fucking Dumbasses and Basic Magick 101: Seriously This is Baby Shit couldn’t get him to keep up with all the jargon. The Hellhound girl seemed to be enjoying them though. She was ⅔ of the way through Magick for Fucking Dumbasses vol. 2, one that Blitzø hadn’t even opened before. Good to know someone was using it.

Loona seemed engrossed in the book. Her ears, normally on a swivel, were both turned to the book even though it was silent. She was eating methodically, refilling her jaws after each swallow. Occasionally she flipped back a few pages to reference as she read.

“Morning Loonie,” he waved at her over the couch back. She startled up and slammed the book shut. “Blitzø! You scared me.” He mumbled an apology as she continued “I made coffee, I don’t think I drank it all.”

There was still half a pot; hot coffee was meant to be bitter as dick, cold coffee was meant to be a candy bar in liquid form. “Thanks sweetie. Found some old books?”

She immediately withdrew, bringing up her phone. “Got bored, figured I’d skim through something.” Guess that was too much interest for her.

“Millie and Moxxie both agreed to work at I.M.P.” Loona knew pretty much his whole game plan; she’d corrected some spelling on his planning sheets even. “Field work, three of us should have that covered. Still need someone for reception and dispatch.” He’d originally gone looking for a Hellhound since whoever he hired would need to be able to make portals. The majority of imps didn’t have enough magick to do that, himself included. Hellhounds were more capable in that regard.

Then he adopted Loona and fell in love all over again. Nothing close to romance with the teen. It was the same feeling he had the first time Octavia, barely covered in baby down, reached out for him. He wanted his baby girl to have her choices. It would be easiest if she worked with him, but Blitzø could go looking for someone else.

“Do you? I mean, it’s why you got me.” She looked resentful and conflicted.

He tried to shrug casually. “If you’re up for it. It’s a very ‘people person’ job. And you’d be responsible for Stolas’ fancy ass book, making portals and all that magick shit.” He didn’t miss the flick of her ear. Blitzø hid his smile behind a sip of coffee.

“Guess I can do that. Not like I’m doing anything else right now.”

“You’ll do great Loonie Toonie,” ruffling her hair between her ears. “Ugh, Blitzø! You’re gonna mess it all up!” She grabbed the book and retreated back to her room. If Loona really was interested in this magick junk, it might be best to introduce her to Stolas. The owl demon was just starting to teach his daughter, maybe he’d be up to teaching Loona some too.

Loona shut her door firmly. She was still nervous about this whole “adoption” situation. It had only been a few months after all. She had been the last of her litter mates still at the agency when Blitzø showed up that day.

She and her four siblings couldn’t remember anywhere but those barred rooms and dull hallways. The biggest and strongest of them, a boy, had been adopted first, when they were about six. Not unexpected since orphan Hellhounds were often acquired for manual labor or guard work; that brother showed every sign of being beefy as an adult. About a year later almost every pup in the compound got sick. A good fourth of them died with one of her brothers among them. She couldn’t remember either of their names.

Her third brother, a lanky Hound named Arte, was adopted when they were eleven. He was back in six months. A couple weeks later he was gone again, only to return before they turned twelve. This went on for a few years. The longest he’d been gone was nine months while the shortest was a week and a half. Loona never was exactly sure what Arte was doing to be returned so often. She got the impression he was fighting with whoever brought him home, either with words or claws. Eventually he didn’t come back. Maybe he’d finally clicked with his adopter, maybe he’d run away, maybe he’d died too. No one ever told Loona and her last sibling.

Her only sister in the litter and the runt, Dina, was also in the kennels until they turned seventeen. Loona had done her best to keep her sister safe while Dina was able to charm the administrators to go easier on them. The girls expected to be together until they aged out and had been thinking of how to make their way together once they did. But a few months before their birthday, some shark demons working for a Sinner Overlord in the Pride Ring showed up.

They’d looked over all the Hounds older than seventeen. There wasn’t more than a dozen, mostly female, on the small side, or damaged. The demons “adopted” half of them; they picked the small and attractive ones. Which of course included Dina and excluded Loona. Everyone knew why those Hellhounds were picked. That Overlord had brothels that needed workers. Sinners were fair game during the yearly exterminations, but hellborn like Hounds were off limits from the angels. Snag a bunch ready to age out, provide them with “education” and “work opportunities” once they turned eighteen and you had a steady source of warm bodies in rented beds.

Loona snapped when they started to take Dina away. She and her sister were almost done with this shithole. She fought with teeth and claws and every dirty trick she’d learned in her lifetime of fighting for scraps. She almost thought she could manage it. She’d fight off all these bastards and make a run for it with Dina. Until someone managed to use an electric prod on her.

She woke up back in their barred kennel. But Dina wasn’t there. No amount of screaming and cursing brought her back. For a week she was left alone besides being given water and one meal a day. No one said anything to her. No one let her out during the daily exercise sessions. Eventually she had a new roommate, and with them a regular meal schedule. She actually had a series of them of various ages, exclusively male and aggressive. Loona gave them the same treatment as the bastards who took Dina away. But being of the same mold as her first brother to leave, they were all gone quickly and she constantly had to defend herself against another one.

Then Blitzø came along. She’d heard one of the female administrators guiding another demon through the halls. The hateful bitch mentioned showing the demon a “nice selection” of “family friendly” hounds, which meant they’d walk right past her. Her newest roommate meanwhile brandished a nail filled bat and tried to take her phone, one of the few personal possessions she had.

Loona let him know why she’d been in a kennel alone, knocking the younger Hound into the bars. Surprisingly, the imp had stopped at her kennel. She didn’t hear most of what was said, with her blood roaring in her ears. She pushed herself into the corner, sure that the administration bitch would cut back her meals again for the fight. “She’ll never amount to anything much,” she said in a dull disinterested tone. Through tears Loona got a glimpse of the small demon holding the bars.

Typical of imps, he had vibrant red skin, splotched with white over half his face. She couldn’t tell if that was scarring or natural. He (the widely striped horns confirmed the imp was male) was dressed in a suit. Fancier and better fitting than most demons who came here.

Except that Overlord’s group. Fuck fuck fuck, her brain started repeating. Out of everyone about to age out, Loona was in the best shape. If this imp was here for the same reason she would be top pick, despite her history of troublemaking. But the imp’s expression was of genuine concern. He looked like his heart was breaking for her. No way, no one would care about me now. It’s just an act so I trust him.

So as the imp said he wanted to adopt her, she made sure to stay wary. Throughout the adoption process, signing paperwork, paying fees, and pictures, she kept up the disdainful look only teenage girls are capable of. She didn’t respond to the fast talking imp beyond monosyllables. The trash filled van he opened for her did not inspire confidence. She chucked her backpack filled with everything she owned in before getting in the front seat.

The imp, Blitzø with a silent “o”, drove like a maniac. If Loona tried to jump out she’d lose both her topcoat and undercoat of fur, along with a couple layers of skin. When she realized they were heading to Pride, her ears pricked up despite herself. Overlords were only in Pride, as it was a social rank of Sinners. Maybe she could make a run for it and find Dina…

They didn’t go to the main population center, Pentagram City. Instead Blitzø took the exit to Imp City. He pulled up to an apartment building that looked identical to the dozens of others they’d passed. “Here we are Loona, home sweet home!” Getting out, he fell flat on his face after tripping on air. Before she could even react, he popped up. As if on cue, something popped under the van hood and steam leaked out. “Aw fuuuuuuuck! I did not need this, you mechanical cocksucker!” He opened the hood, letting out a billow of steam. “This would be more helpful if I knew how to fix an engine… fuck it, let’s get you settled in Loona before I try anything.”

Blitzø’s apartment was a one bedroom. Every strand of fur on her body stood on end until she realized the bedroom was completely empty of anything personal. There were pillows and blankets on the couch in the living area. “Room is all yours kiddo, I’m good with the couch and I only sleep here about half the time anyway.”

“Anyway, bedroom’s there, bathroom’s through that door. Sheets and blanket are new, there’s a couple boxes of stuff in the closet along with hangers. There’s a privacy lock on the bedroom door. Soda’s in the fridge, there’s some snacks too.” He pulled out a key ring from a kitchen drawer. “This one’s the building key, this one’s the apartment key. Can you drive?” At Loona’s head shake, he removed the car key. “No car key yet; I’ll teach you to drive whenever you’re up for it.” He placed the keys in her palm. From what she saw on the way here, she was going to have someone else teach her. “I’m going to look at the engine, you can put your stuff away and get comfortable.”

Loona could only stand there, keys in hand. She’d met this guy two hours ago and he had given her keys to his apartment. Who does that? She’d expected another day of fighting her roommate and just holding on until tomorrow, and tomorrow’s tomorrow. Instead she’d been adopted by an imp she’d never met who was treating her as his daughter. The adoption agency and the kennels she’d known her whole life were rings below her. She was in an apartment in the Pride Ring, one filled with more horse decor than she ever thought possible.

The bedroom didn’t have any of that at least. It was bland, sterile as if it was never used before. A quick sniff told her Blitzø came in very rarely. Apparently he really did prefer the couch. Or, no, he said he was only at the apartment half the time…

Whatever, it’s not like it matters what that weirdo does. So long as it doesn’t involve me… She just had a couple changes of clothes in her bag. Her phone was in her pocket. She had a notebook she’d managed to keep away from everyone else. Inside the cover was a sealed envelope; it held every piece of Dina’s fur she’d managed to find before the sheets on their bunks were changed.

Loona just dropped her bag on the bed. She didn’t want to unpack if she decided to ditch this place. He just let me have the keys. I could just run when he’s not here… Running with no plan in a city she knew nothing about was stupid though. She may not know much outside the kennels but that wasn’t hard to figure out. She wouldn’t unpack yet, not until she got some food and figured out her next step.

Before long Blitzø was back. “Well, I proved glaring at an engine doesn’t make me a fucking mechanic. And I’m hungry, want to get some pizza? Or I can bring some back.” Loona both did and didn’t want to go out; her ears flattened back and a whine escaped her throat before she could respond. “Oh shit you’re probably tired from all this.” Blitzø covered her noticeable distress with the lamest excuse. “I’ll grab a couple for us. Anything you want on it?”

Her ears flicked. She’d never been able to choose toppings. Loona thought back to some foods she’d liked before. “Sausage? And peppers?” Blitzø gave her a thumbs up and was gone again. She retreated to the bedroom, looking up her location on the Ring Maps app. Getting to Pentagram City, where Dina was likeliest to be, she’d need to drive or take a bus.

Blitzø was back with the promised pizzas. He’d gotten one with both her requested toppings and one with extra cheese. She’d actually meant one of each topping but the teen had missed enough meals to not complain; for all she knew the imp would just toss it all away if she did. It turned out to taste pretty good, even more so because it was fresh and well made. “Thanks for dinner,” she said quietly. It seemed appropriate.

“You’re welcome Loona. Oh! Got this for you too!” He produced a plain white cube, about five inches on each side. Loona had never seen anything like it. “What’s this?” she asked suspiciously.

“Figured you need a treat to celebrate your adoption.” She opened the box; it turned out to be made of stiff paper. Inside was…a cupcake. But just like the pizza was completely different than anything she’d had before, this was beyond any desert she’d seen. The wrapper was a shimmery grey; she could see white cake between the paper cup and frosting. It was topped with a swirl of black and purple frosting. Star shaped sprinkles we scattered on the top, glinting silver. Finally there was a white crescent moon topping it, stuck into the cake with a skewer. “I wanted to surprise you, so I went with vanilla. Can’t go wrong there. Happy adoption Loona, welcome to the family.”

Loona fought to not cry. She covered it by taking a bite. The cupcake had just the right sweetness and was pleasantly moist. “Thanks…Blitzø.” She managed to keep from crying until she was alone in her new room. Once the door was locked, she couldn’t help it. Loona couldn’t even say why exactly she was crying, just that she was. She kept the crescent moon though. Removed from the wooden skewer, it turned out to be made of stiff, iridescent paper. It was perfect for marking her spot in her notebook.

Blitzø had been right about being gone about half the time. He was doing… something across all the rings. Or a lot of somethings. Between that and his visits to the Goetian Prince, it really was about half the time. But for some reason he hired a babysitter for her! Not all the time but when he knew he was going to be gone overnight.

When she’d been introduced to the female imp, she blew up at her new adoptive parent. For her part, Millie the “babysitter” also laid into Blitzø verbally.

“Blitzø! She’s basically an adult! She don’t need a babysitter! Hell, I was doing babysitting jobs when I was younger than she is now.” Her country accent was heavy and getting more so with agitation. “I don’t mind gettin paid to watch yer house, but let the poor thing have some… I dunno, respect?”

“Look Mills, this is all new for Loona. She’d barely been out of the adoption agency before and needs time to adjust. Isn’t that right, Loonie Toonie?” He hugged her side and rumpled her hair.

Loona snapped her jaws at him. “I can take care of myself Blitzø! I don’t need somebody hovering over me!” She shoved him away roughly before going back to her room. Automatically she locked the door, pressing her back up against it and sliding to the floor. Over the last week she’d been getting more used to Blitzø giving her little hugs. It still spooked her, especially with how fast he was.

Through the door she could hear Blitzø and the imp woman talking about payment and schedule. The other imp kept saying that a nearly adult Hellhound didn’t need a nanny. Blitzø wouldn’t take no for an answer though. Things went quiet for a bit except for the pings of text messages. Eventually Loona heard Blitzø leave and Millie huff before settling in on the couch.

Ten minutes later, Loona peeked out of her room. Millie was on her phone. The imp spotted her and chirped, “Hi there! Sorry ‘bout the yellin earlier. Blitzø likes to go overboard on stuff, ya gotta know how to rein him in.” She popped up to hold out a hand. “I’m Millie.”

Loona shook the other woman’s hand once. Millie’s clawed fingers felt tiny in hers. “Loona. So how’d he convince you to stick around?”

“Ah,” Millie shrugged. “Blitzø mentioned you’re all alone and haven’t been out in this Ring at all. Besides, he told me to help you shop for more clothes if you’re up for it.”

Getting more than worn hand-me-downs perked her interest. But the downside would be if she could stuff new clothes in her bag in case she decided to run. “Maybe later,” she said tersely before retreating behind her lock again.

“Later” ended up being the next day. She emerged a few times to grab a snack and relieve herself. Each time she exchanged a few words with Millie. Not enough to be friends, not in a day, but she didn’t feel as spooked around the imp woman. She only got one outfit so she could still shove everything into her bag if she needed. Blitzø was back the day after.

That ended up being Loona’s routine for a couple more months. Either Blitzø or Millie would be around but they mostly gave her space. After the first week she started sleeping a lot; she hadn’t realized how tired she’d been up until now. But once some of the fatigue lifted, she started exploring the apartment.

So much horse decor and memorabilia. Just… it was almost disturbing how much Blitzø liked horses. Amid the weird horse junk, she found some books and movies. Most of the books looked and smelled barely touched. Sifting through them in their cardboard box, the back cover of one caught her eye.

“Learn to scry! Keep your stupid cappuccino hot! Find lost keys! Keep tabs on your enemies! These and more simple spells inside, you dumbasses! Satisfaction guaranteed or you really are a fucking moron.”

“What the dick?” Loona pulled out the book; Magick for Fucking Dumbasses vol. 2. “You can use magick…to find things…people?” Could I find Dina this way? Hope blossomed in her chest. She took the book back to her room and flipped to the relevant chapter.

Apparently you could find people with certain spells, you just needed something of theirs. Fortunately Loona had an envelope of ‘somethings’ tucked away. Unfortunately you needed way more comprehension on magick than Loona had at the moment. The spell she wanted was at the end of volume two, she’d need to read the first book. But then she had a chance to find her sister in crowded Pentagram City.

While Blitzø was in Greed, she worked her way through volume one and kept going. Despite her only goal being to find her sister, Loona realized she was enjoying herself. She felt…accomplished. Especially the first time she managed to levitate an object. It was just for twenty seconds, but it was real. After being told so often she was worthless, being able to learn and use a new skill felt amazing.

The tracking spell wasn’t too hard to understand. The problem was the power needed to fuel it, especially in populated areas like Pentagram City and Imp City. Loona was practicing; the only way to get more power was to use it, apparently like building muscles.

Then Blitzø, while discussing the receptionist position for his assassination company mentioned it would include using magick and being in charge of a grimoire, it was too good to pass up. She’d be able to practice as part of her job. And a grimoire like Stolas’ made the books she’d been reading look like baby books.

“Guess I can do that. Not like I’m doing anything else right now,” she said, doing her best to sound disinterested. Loona was getting used to Blitzø but she didn’t trust him yet. Not enough to let him know how much she was learning magick, much less the reason.

Back in her room, she pulled out her notebook. She was filling it with a mix of journal entries, doodles, and notes on her reading. She turned to the current page, neatly marked by the crescent moon. She levitated it slowly, counting the seconds she could hold it up. 68. 68 seconds wasn’t a lot, but it was more than yesterday. It fluttered down to the page as she noted the new time and made a short journal entry.

“I’ll keep working on it, Dina,” she said to the paper moon.

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Bond Between People & Pokémon Pt.3

Incineroar was on his own currently lay on the couch after he had kicked Duck Hunt Dog off the table. Wario, Waluigi, Dark Link, Nightmare & Sephiroth were all sent to bring back Incineroar to the League of Villains hideout.

Sephiroth: Now remember inferiors you are to bring back the cat alive. As such to keep his casualties to a minimum, Wario & Waluigi you deal with him.

Waluigi: Y-Yes sir!

Nightmare: Oh come on! Let me go instead it’d be so cool I could say something like “Dead or alive you’re coming with me” Cool right?

Dark Link: Not if we’ve literally just been asked to keep him alive.

Nightmare: … … …Fuck you!

Dark Link: Fuck you!

Sephiroth: Stop fucking each other! Honestly, how do we ever get anything done? Anyway it’s time to go you two.

Wario & Waluigi approach Incineroar carefully and quitely, being probably the weakest in the League meant the likelihood of beating Incineroar in a fight was 0% but it would result in less damage done to him. Perfectly balanced.

Wario: Now we must be extremley persuasive, otherwise we’ll be crushed like a twig.

Incineroar: What do you think your doing!?

It turned out Wario wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and was stood right in front of Incineroar. Incineroar picked him up by his collar and drew him closer.

Incineroar: Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in your crooked ass face, you fat yellow midget!

Wario: Erm… Oh I’ve got one. You’re gorgeous!

Incineroar: Wrong answer human! (Clenches fist).

Wario was sent flying across the room from Incineroar’s punch.

Incineroar: Do you want some to you purple, lanky, bastard!?

Waluigi slowly backs away. Only to be grabbed by his moustache and dragged across the floor.

Sephiroth: Alright, that’s enough! As much as I’d love to see those two slimeballs get the snot beat out of them. I’d appreciate it if you came with us.

Incineroar: Tch. As if I’d ever trust a human! Especially, little sissies like yourself!

Nightmare: You are mistaken. He is part alien.

Incineroar: Huh? As if I’d believe that crap!

Sephiroth: No it is true. (“I can’t believe I’m about to say this”) And I am apart of an elite squadron, faced with the perilous task of destroying this world’s human inhabitants. Those two you’re pummeling are my decipels but we all work for a much greater force. Come with us and we’ll show you what we can do. (“I sounded like a cliche alien!…I disappoint myself”)

Incineroar: Hmm… … …Fine I’ll take a crack at it. Better be worth my time.

Sephiroth: Oh it will…Trust me.

-Earlier-

The kids were playing games in the living area. Toon Link was getting thrashed by Ness who was using PSI to play.

Toon Link: I lost again!? How are you winning!?

Ness: I dunno.

Dark Pit: Chill out Toony the obvious answer is right in front of ya. You suck balls.

Toon Link: You better watch what you say prick! I’ll mow you down!

Dark Pit: You wanna go!? Let’s go then little shit!

Leaf: Alright, calm down boys.

With everyone attention drawn to Dark Pit & Toon Link. Bonny Janet saw the opportunity to leave to find Incineroar, Red saw her leaving though.

Red: Oh, Bonny where are you going?

Bonny Janet: Oh! Aye were just aboot to-

Dark Pit: Wait let me guess, is it “catch” Incineroar? Come on can’t you see that with that one pokemon, which is weak to Incineroar may I add, you can’t beat him?

Bonny Janet: Fer tha’ last fookin’ tame! Aye can oonly tek one pokemon.

Dark Pit: Just take ‘em all!

Bonny Janet: Cor. One must go to the other trainer, being Stevie.

Stevie: That’s right mates! I picked Scorbunny.

Dark Pit: So the other is where?

Bonny Janet: Tha’ one must stey wit’ tha professor.

Dark Pit: Really?! Well for you to go into battle with nothing more but a weak creature sure takes a lot of determination I’ll give ya that. That makes me glad you’re Leaf’s bestie.

Bonny Janet: Well tha’ was an unnecessary displey of emotions honstly wha’ a sisseh. But, honestly yer are strong, kind, stubborn and kind of a knob head, but you are still a great friend. Mekes me glad tha’ yer Leaf’s Boy Toy (snorting).

Leaf: BONNY!

Bonny & Dark Pit burst out into laughter while everyone else watches.

Bonny Janet: Well, see ya la'er guys.

-Present Day-

Bonny Janet: Aye ey never seen dis place befer. Yer’d think a large fortress’d stick out lake a sore thumb! Wet a minute, Incineroar! 'E’s wit tha’ League of Lards!

She took refuge behind a large boulder left on the pathway.

Incineroar: Alright, then Sephiroth where is your leader?

Ganondorf: The leader of this organisation would be none other than I Ganondorf King of All Darkness.

Incineroar: I heard from your slave, that you are trying to exterminate humans. I know you are incapable of that so thanks for the time waster bye.

Ganondorf: I assure you I am wasting no ones time. Not like you’ll be doing anything anyway. Also what gave the impression Sephiroth was my slave.

Incineroar: … … …

Ganondorf: Not talking now huh? Sephiroth shares no resemblance to you you simply are just a worthless piece of flesh. However, a piece of trash sure would be helpful to be a major distraction wouldn’t you say. Still think this isn’t worth your time? We are well aware of your motives, with us that motive can be supported. So do you wish to join us?

Incineroar: … … …(Nods)

Ganondorf: ExcelIent! Welcome you to the League of Villains.

Hades: Just what ever you do, do not scratch the furniture I just had it changed.

Incineroar: …

Hades: I think we broke him.

Bonny was still behind the boulder, shielding her from villains’ sight.

Bonny Janet: Wha’ kind o’ fooked up ritualistic shit was that!? Dey took Incineroar! I shooldn’t goo! But me mind’s tellin’ me “no”, but me body, me body’s tellin’ me yes.

Bonny followed the villains deep into their hideout after finding they had taken in Incineroar.

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