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Only the Results (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss/JoJo'due south Bizarre Adventure crossover)

• Thread starter Wr1teAn0n
• Start date Nov 29, 2020

• #351

new chapter releasing this weekend yes ?

• #352

new chapter releasing this weekend yes ?

My aim is to have a new chapter out every Sunday. I don't like to continue people waiting too long.

• #353

My aim is to accept a new chapter out every Lord's day. I don't like to keep people waiting too long.

• #354

I feel that now is as good a time as any to enquire a clarifying question, in this fic what are the limits of male monarch crimson's powers? I only ask because in canon king blood-red's powers were inconsistent, the biggest case I tin remember of demonstrating this fact is whether or not Diavolo is capable of physically interacting with others during a time skip. If he tin't then how was he able to sever Trish's hand and impale narancia and blind people with blood during a time skip (if his blood is capable of interacting with someone during a time skip then why tin can't the rest of his body). If he can collaborate with people during a time skip so why doesn't every fight devolve into 'Diavolo uses rex crimson, donuts everyone during the erased fourth dimension, the effect ends and they're all expressionless'.

• #355

I feel that now is every bit good a time as any to enquire a clarifying question, in this fic what are the limits of king ruby'due south powers? I only ask because in canon king crimson's powers were inconsistent, the biggest example I can call back of demonstrating this fact is whether or not Diavolo is capable of physically interacting with others during a fourth dimension skip. If he can't and so how was he able to sever Trish's mitt and kill narancia and blind people with blood during a time skip (if his blood is capable of interacting with someone during a fourth dimension skip then why can't the rest of his body). If he can interact with people during a time skip then why doesn't every fight devolve into 'Diavolo uses king ruby, donuts everyone during the erased time, the outcome ends and they're all expressionless'.

I took this from the Jojo wiki:
"King Crimson's signature power is to erase a given frame of time; information technology starts from the instant the ability is activated and can be made to final upwards to 10 seconds.

"During" this period of erased time, only Diavolo remains fully conscious and is the only one who can re-accommodate his deportment. Other people volition exist unable to experience anything that happens and will continue to human action as they would have. After the outcome of the ability ends, all people other than Diavolo will retain no memories of annihilation that happened during the erased menstruum.

Afterward the allotted time frame, people will suddenly find themselves in the aftermath of the situation they were supposed to be in as the action could already be completed. For example, when Panacotta Fugo asked Giorno Giovanna for a soda, the soda was suddenly in Fugo's paw without Giorno ever actually handing it to him. In that location is, however, 1 instance where a person was able to see their double before finding themselves in their future position.

In improver, Diavolo and King Crimson become "intangible" during fourth dimension erasure, allowing attacks to laissez passer through them, as the moment that the attack would accept striking was erased. However, this also means Diavolo himself is unable to assail while King Red's time erasure is agile. Every bit a result, he often relies on the ability to avoid attacks and move into advantageous positions, such as an enemy'southward bullheaded spot, so by using King Crimson'due south corking subversive ability, Diavolo directly attacks the enemy the moment the power ends. He may also use said intangibility for a cursory period of time in order to cause an attack to laissez passer through him and striking a different target. However, Diavolo is too able to splatter his own blood onto an enemy's projection in anticipation of blinding them."

I recall his future vision and KC's super-high stats combined with the time skip was what let him get the drop on Trish and Narancia, as for the claret thing, I ever thought that was only GER letting think he had a chance so realising he was screwed would hurt his pride even more.

Last edited: January 22, 2021

• #356

I've read the wiki, but information technology fails to explicate how Diavolo was able to attain the various feats I listed. He cuts off Trish's manus off and impales Narancia during the erased time, and over again how is his blood capable of touching something during erased time only not him. If it'south considering information technology's no longer in directly contact with his body so he can easily bypass the intangibility effect by holding onto a pebble or another small object activating king carmine and and then throwing it at his enemies with enough strength to penetrate their mankind.

Edit: Although to be fair in the instances I brought upwardly he could accept stopped his ability for half a second performed a quick action then used king ruddy again.

Last edited: January 22, 2021

• #357

I've read the wiki, but information technology fails to explain how Diavolo was able to accomplish the diverse feats I listed. He cuts off Trish'south paw off and impales Narancia during the erased time, and again how is his blood capable of touching something during erased fourth dimension but not him. If it'due south considering it's no longer in direct contact with his body so he tin hands bypass the intangibility issue by holding onto a pebble or some other small object activating king crimson and and so throwing it at his enemies with enough force to penetrate their flesh.

touche,

Stands can get more powerful in unique circumstances and pretty much everything to practice with Doppio and Diavolo is really weird even by Jojo standards, mayhap at the last moment his desire not to dice boosted KC's space-fourth dimension warping the same way Koichi's Echoes could go stronger with his willpower? I don't know. anyone else have any ideas?

edit: maybe being separated from Doppio (who probably didn't have as much "fighting spirit" as Diavolo) meant King Crimson was getting stronger the same manner The World was when DIO got Jonathan'southward body to stop impeding it'due south growth?

Last edited: January 22, 2021

• #358

I experience that now is every bit good a time as any to enquire a clarifying question, in this fic what are the limits of king crimson'due south powers? I only enquire because in canon king crimson's powers were inconsistent, the biggest example I tin can think of demonstrating this fact is whether or not Diavolo is capable of physically interacting with others during a time skip. If he tin can't so how was he able to sever Trish's hand and kill narancia and blind people with claret during a time skip (if his blood is capable of interacting with someone during a time skip then why tin can't the residuum of his trunk). If he can interact with people during a time skip so why doesn't every fight devolve into 'Diavolo uses male monarch reddish, donuts everyone during the erased time, the effect ends and they're all dead'.

I always figured that he did the thing so erased the period of time in which they'd have otherwise noticed, like grabbing Trish and killing Narancia.

• #359

I have looked into King Crimsons weird inconsistencies and the respond appears to be something to do with fate. King Cerise permit's Diavolo escape from fate when he erases time allowing him to do something different but considering of how fate works in Jojo stuff Diavolo would have done if he hadn't erased time yet happens on information technology's own cause it was dated to happen.

Basically if Diavolo would take picked up a rock and thrown it merely he erased time and didn't the rock would wing through air on it'southward own to get there anyways because it was fated to happen.

This is how he skewered Naracia and took Trish he was going to practise it but skipped over doing information technology with time skip but it was blighted to happen it nonetheless occurred.

So basically Jojo nonsense, fate is preordained it will happen even if it has no cause to brand the effect.

Diavolo is special crusade King Ruby-red let's him change his, no wonder he thinks he's so special.

• #360

One thing that grabbed my involvement a footling bit in chapter 8 was Stolas's interactions with Moonchild. at first I thought he was fully enlightened that Stella was forcing herself on Moonchild confronting his volition and didn't intendance
considering it meant he didn't have to deal with it, I assumed that was in- character for him because, amore for his daughter and his crush or no, he's still a demon prince. Simply in the final chapter (absolutely he was drunk) he seemed really happy to learn that he was okay.

it would be pretty interesting (if really dark) that the reason Moonchild had to put up with Stella was considering Stolas mistook it as a consensual fling like the system he has with Blitzo and the poor kid was so convinced he would be turned into a statue when he stopped existence useful he merely tried to put up with it, It might tie really well into the main reason for Doppio's damnation seems to be his difficulty with deciding things for himself instead of letting someone else tell him what to do: he failed to question if his loyalty to Diavolo was healthy, and now Stella's convinced him he's stuck under her thumb.

Or I might take totally misread how Stolas was supposed to be written,

Last edited: Jan 22, 2021

• #361

Ane thing that grabbed my interest a lilliputian bit in affiliate viii was Stolas's interactions with Moonchild. at start I thought he was fully enlightened that Stella was forcing herself on Moonchild against his volition and didn't care
because it meant he didn't have to bargain with it, I causeless that was in- character for him because, affection for his daughter and his trounce or no, he's all the same a demon prince. Merely in the last affiliate (admittedly he was drunkard) he seemed really happy to larn that he was okay.

it would be pretty interesting (if really dark) that the reason Moonchild had to put upward with Stella was considering Stolas mistook it equally a consensual fling similar the organization he has with Blitzo and the poor child was and so convinced he would exist turned into a statue when he stopped being useful he just tried to put up with it, It might tie actually well into the main reason for Doppio's damnation seems to be his difficulty with deciding things for himself instead of letting someone else tell him what to exercise: he failed to question if his loyalty to Diavolo was healthy, and now Stella's convinced him he's stuck under her thumb.

Or I might have totally misread how Stolas was supposed to be written,

Stolas actually does intendance for Moonchild, after a fashion, and is probably in the same boat every bit Blitzo thinking 'Oh, of course he'southward fine with banging my beautiful wife'. And, as y'all said, it was a beneficial arrangement for him since he didn't have to deal with Stella as much.

• #362

If Stolas ever found out about Diavolo (also as all the details almost his history) would he hate him or pity him (or just feel sad that doppio was cursed to share a body with him).

• #363

If Stolas e'er found out about Diavolo (likewise as all the details nigh his history) would he hate him or compassion him (or just experience deplorable that doppio was cursed to share a body with him).

I mean, Stolas has probably done business with worse people, given his whole being/job. That beingness said, he'd immediately start looking into arcane methods of saving his precious Moonie from that beast.

• #364

I hateful, Stolas has probably done business with worse people, given his whole being/chore. That existence said, he'd immediately start looking into arcane methods of saving his precious Moonie from that beast.

I can simply imagine his (or whatever graphic symbol within the Hazbin universe's) jaw dropping at the revelation of male monarch crimsons full capabilities. While I don't call back fourth dimension manipulation of any form is unheard of in hell, information technology's probably only possessed by the absolute highest echelon of demons (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Samyaza, Abaddon, etc). The very idea that a regular sinner can utilize an ability fifty-fifty slightly comparable to that is....well if finding a demon with precognition and psychometry is akin to finding a diamond in the rough, so finding a sinner that tin dispense (in this case erase) time in any chapters is analogous to stumbling across El Dorado.

Edited to avoid double posting: Is Moonchild capable of making a 'deal' with Diavolo? For example "I volition permit you take control over my body for two hours every 24-hour interval, in return, you volition exist rendered physically incapable in any conceivable manner of harming or planning to harm either directly or through proxy Charlie, Husk, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Niffty, Alastor, whatever hereafter clients of the Hazbin Hotel, and Stolas or any member of his firsthand family (firsthand in this case specifically referring but to his married woman and daughter), y'all also cannot through inaction allow them to come to harm."

Concluding edited: Jan 23, 2021

• #365

Since you said you're gonna release it Sun are yous going to release information technology as soon as the clock strikes 12 in EST

• #366

Since you said you lot're gonna release information technology Sunday are y'all going to release it equally soon as the clock strikes 12 in EST

Please stop pestering the author about when he'southward going to mail.

• #367

GR7/GR14 - Random Genocide Jokes Ain't Fun

I will commit Genocide on the Balkan people

Threadmarks Chapter 9: Libido

• #368

Guess what?
ANOTHER Ane

Pitiful if it seems this chapter treads water, I idea I could get to the activity in this one, but found myself mired in nonsense like 'character development' and 'establishing plot points' and all that balderdash.
The next chapter is going to be downright Early Career Peter Jackson stuff, though.

ENJOY!

Affiliate 9: Libido

The office to IMP was sparsely but tastefully decorated, Blitzo looked it over with unabashed pride. Blitzo had non blown all his share on garbage and tacky junk, to the surprise of anybody. Instead, he'd hired some of the best decorators in Hell to assemble for him a tasteful but easily replaced gear up of furniture and the like, since it was all inevitably going to catch fire or some other such nonsense. Blitzo may well exist a fool, but he had basic pattern recognition, at least. Blitzo did, even so, splurge on their weaponry. He made his style over to the armory, a huge steel vault he had peculiarly fabricated and installed past the finest smiths in Greed, if anyone knew how to make a rubber condom, information technology was those stingy assholes. He reached out for the central-pad.

"1-one-one… uh…" Blitzo tapped his chin every bit he strained to recall. "Oh! One."

The lock beeped and flashed green, the foot-thick steel door hissed and swung open up, the glittering contents shining in his eyes. "Yep baby…"

E'er since that fateful mission, weaponry had never been a problem, and not because they became the well-nigh well-funded imp-run anything over the course of a single afternoon, either. No, M&Yard'south seven-and-a-half human foot tall 'baby' Gabriel saw to that. The sole surviving Inferior they had adopted could turn whatever matter into any other course of matter, including guns, bombs, and all style of weaponry.

Keeping an arsenal stocked was piss-easy and cheap-as-costless when one of his employees could literally pull grenades out of sparse air. The armory was for something not even Gabriel could replicate. The shelves were stocked with tens of thousands of rounds of armament of all types, the racks festooned with every melee weapon from axes to zhuas. The catch? Every last implement of decease was crafted from Seraphim Steel.

So deadly.

And so expensive.

He'd literally spent his entire share on the armory.

Worth information technology.

"Are you jacking off to your weapons again?" Loona growled from outside the huge condom.

"No!" Blitzo shouted, discretely doing up his fly. "Have G&M chosen back? I want to become underway with this new job ASAP! We tin't beget to get behind schedule."

Information technology was truthful. E'er since they'd returned victorious, La Squadra had done their level best to send business their way, and with their new armament and reputation, IMP could pick and choose their jobs and pay. Truth be told, no-ane in that office ever needed to work again. But, as Blitzo'south male parent always said 'if you love your chore, y'all'll never work a day in your life!' A line he'd always bust out just before practicing throwing knives equally Blitzo spun on a target board.

"Yeah, they disposed of the torso and were on their mode when they called," said Loona, disinterestedly. "That was, like, twenty minutes agone."

"Good!" Blitzo grinned, toothily. "I wanna kill this senator so bad my dick is grinding its teeth!"

"Ugh! Y'all're so gross!"

Blitzo's hellphone screamed bloody murder as a telephone call came in.

"God damnnit…" Blitzo sighed and checked the screen; it was Stolas. He answered. "What?!"

"Bllllit-zeeee…" the owl crooned. "Blitzy-Blitzy-Blitzy~"

"I'm very decorated correct now, Stolas," Blitzo said, marching out of the vault. "What do you want?"

"I'thou looooonely Blitzy~" Stolas said, a slur now very evident in his lilting vocalisation. "Youuuu shhhhould come on over and cooooome in meee. Ho-ho-ho!"

"Are you drunkard?"

"No!" The audio of a bottle clicking against a nib sounded, followed by a series of hearty gulps. "I'1000 drinking. Preshin-tents. It's a fantashtic vintedge, youshhh oold try shum."

Blitzo considered this for a second, he'd seen the owl cock-drunkard before, only not drank-drunk. "Okay, I'm listening. Why're you hammered?"

"Neffermind! Blitzy, listen, Moonie was ofer erlee er," Stolas babbled, the sound of sloshing liquid underscoring his no-doubtfulness vibrant gesticulating. "Mmmy hawt petty shecretary. Stella says heees prodi jusly endooed. I wannid yous and I to play wiffim only he'due south gone now!"

Blitzo couldn't help but grinning at the idea of having a tumble with the effeminate fishboy; maybe he'd weep! "Did you now? Hey, why don't y'all phone call him back over, ya done piqued my involvement!"

"He doesn't havva phoooone, Blitzy," Stolas chuckled, his voice taking on that familiar lurid edge. "I woke upwardly wannin a treeshum where you and I (Bleep) with his (BLEEP) and (BLEEP) me (Blip) Eiffel Tower with (Blip) hard and fast (Blip) choking on both your (BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)(Blip)(BLEEEEEEEEEEP) Hot and wet (BLEEP) pass your (Bleep) dorsum and forth in my–"

"Well, hey," Blitzo interrupted, now certain Stolas wasn't actually serious about this perverted tirade, equally usual. "There'south e'er adjacent fourth dimension, correct?"

There was a intermission, a audio not unlike a sob, when Stolas spoke once again, his voice was low and quiet. "Come over, Blitzy. I want to see you. Delight?"

"Distressing, tin't!" Blitzo said, shaking his head. "Gotta job today, and no, yous can't pay me off this fourth dimension. I'm a lot of things, Stolas, a showtime and foremost I'thou a profes–"

"I'll wear the bridle this fourth dimension~" Stolas crooned.

Blitzo's eyes snapped open broad, the phone shaking in his hand as a sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. "E-excuse me?"

"I said, I'll wear the determent this fourth dimension," said Stolas, before calculation, lasciviously: "And the saddle."

Blitzo's stood in stunned silence, his red face flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. "I'll be right over."

Blitzo punched his finger clean through the telephone before throwing it away and running out the door as fast every bit he could.

"Where are y'all going?!" Loona chosen after him. "The idiots are, similar, 5 minutes away!"

"TheycanhandlethisoneIbelieveinthembeinbedbytenloveyoubyyye!"

Loona sighed and rolled her eyes, she didn't care. "Bed by x? Fuck that."

Moonchild's head whipped around equally he was dragged through the sixth Level. With a x m soul buy-in for access, everyone here looked impossibly fancy. Given what his job was, he was used to fabulous wealth, but the Goetia family preferred regal stylings and tasteful displays of wealth and ability.

Not these demons.

Vulgarians, his lord would call them, and their displays of wealth were exactly that, vulgar. Fur coats, hand-made suits, gold and jewels and fine silks in garish colors. These demons fought and killed and fornicated for their wealth, they had earned it in blood and other actual fluids, and they were going to flaunt it!

Despite himself, his instinctive shyness and apprehensions well-nigh being around such creatures, Moonchild found himself beingness drawn in past the brazen displays of wealth and power, the conviction, the carousal. These demons had started out just similar him, as nothing, every bit weaklings, and had taken what they wanted from the infernal plane. How many had gotten their commencement in this very casino, making their first fortune at these very tables?

"Heeey!" A feminine voice crowed over the bedlam. "Angel! Heeeeey Aaaaangel!"

"Get the fuck out…" Angel muttered, a huge grin spreading across his perfect features. "Cherri?!"

A buxom, vehement-looking cyclops waved frantically to them from beyond the floor, fireworks and flares blazing in the air in a higher place her. "Over here, you dumb slut!"

"Ya crazy fuck!" Affections cackled, running over to her, dragging Moonchild along by the hand.

The 2 embraced and laughed, Angel pinching her cheek while she fondled his 'tits'.

"Lookit you, all dolled upward!" She said, looking him up and down. "You working?"

"Naw! We're just out havin' fun," said Angel, looking her up and down. "Damn girl, yer rockin' that await!"

Cherri struck a pose, showing off her long, muscular legs, shod in human knee-high Ravage-eleven boots and tattered stockings climbing up into an equally worn-but-tasteful red leather brim. Her top was the aforementioned battle-worn low-cutting tank-top, only over it she wore a studded black leather jacket, on her hands were fingerless blackness leather gloves.

"Hellbent for leather, eh?" Angel said, wryly.

"My old look was fine, just I figured that now I'one thousand a ganglord I gotta look the bad-bitch office, yeah?"

Angel's grin widened, somehow, and he rushed forwards, grabbing her shoulders. "Yer a ganglord now?! When? How?"

She waved them over to her table where a small entourage of pimped-out Egg-Bois saturday, ineptly trying to expect intimidating. Angel sneered in disbelief when Cherri reached into her pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a poker chip. She ran her pollex down its surface and tossed information technology to the floor. The flake pulsated and expanded similar rising dough, the amorphous mass somewhen taking shape, firming upward every bit color faded into its pale white surface. Laying on the footing earlier them was Sir Pentious, his usual pinstripe accommodate replaced with a decidedly slutty punk get-upwardly that was essentially few strips of leather held together with fishnet and tattered nylon.

"Urgh…" the naga gurgled, his mascaraed optics snapping open. "Where are we?! What's going on?!"

"Up you get, Penny."

Pentious went strong and lurched upright like a puppet on strings, his face up relaxed along with his body earlier shifting into a paroxysm of impotent rage. "Ssssstop that! I thought we were going to programme our nesssssxt campaign tonight! Information technology's important we head off the Gadzooks Gang at the Caym–"

"Shh." Cherri put a finger to her lips. "We're taking the night off."

Pentious' lips snapped shut equally though zipped, his optics screaming bloody murder.

"Become get us some drinks, volition you?"

Moonchild peered out from behind Angel."But Mr. Husk already–"

Angel clapped a hand over his mouth and laughed. "Freedrinksshaddup–2 Dirty Shirleys, double-strength for one, half-shot for the other."

"Everclear on the rocks with a lemon wedge," said Cherri. "And go yourself something prissy, 'kay Noodle?"

Sir Pentious grumbled and slithered away into the crowd, Angel watched with a manic smile, he turned to Cherri, jabbing a thumb at the servile serpent. "The fuck?"

"A while dorsum, I had an old associate put the ol' shit twizzler under a spell or something," said Cherri smile toothily. "When I say, he turns back into a poker flake, and whatever I write on the poker chip, he has to do. I wrote 'obey', and so he obeys."

"And now yer, what, partners?" Angel said, incredulous.

Cherri shrugged. "More than like 'I command him and his army of eggy dipshits'."

"Boss-Lady is talkin' about us!" One of the Egg Bois said, smiling.

"Woo!" Cheered another.

"I long for death!" Another said, a placid smile on his face. "Please, Mistress, stride on me!"

"Combine his tech with my badassery (equally well as a plot of territory Trouble'southward gang sent my way for service) and you got yourself a new ganglord!" Cherri leaned dorsum in her seat and crossed her legs. "Simply enough about me, what'south new with you lot?"

"Rehab sucks, the usual," nodding his head at the niggling fish demon sitting side by side to him. "Me and anudda Hazbin are simply havin' a dark on the boondocks, simply united states girls."

"And Mr. Husk," said Moonchild. "He's our sponsor."

"Who'south this?" Cherri said to Affections, leaning on the table, resting her chin on her hands as she looked Moonchild up and down. "He's adorable. I want i."

"I'm Moonchild," he said, slightly uncomfortable now that he had the intimidating demoness'southward direct attention. "I'm a patient at the Happy Hotel."

"Oh, are you now?" Cherri said, amused. "And what's a sweet matter like you downward hither for?"

"I was the underboss for Passione."

Cherri'south eye snapped open, she glanced at Angel who nodded, a grin on his face up. Cherri threw her head back and laughed. "You actually can't approximate a book past its cover! Tell me, kid, how'd y'all land that gig?"

"I…" Moonchild'south eyes flashed green for a moment. "I…"

"Hey arright!" Angel broke in. "Drinks are hither!"

Sir Pentious set the tray down on the table, placing the drinks in forepart of each of them, a round of shots for the Egg Bois, earlier grabbing a single long flute of pale green liquid for himself.

"What didja get, Penny?" Said Cherri, squeezing the lemon wedge into her grain alcohol.

"Decease in the Afternoon," Pentious hissed, pleased with himself. "Absinthe and champagne."

"Champagne for your truthful friends!" Cherri said, raising her drinking glass.

"True pain for your sham friends!" Pentious cackled, clinking his to hers.

They both laughed and took a sip, the 3 Egg Bois knocking back their shots and auspicious.

Angel's eyes darted dorsum and forth between them, a look of horror spreading beyond his face. "Are the two a yous… togedda?"

Cherri and Pentious's optics went wide as they glanced at each other and then dorsum to Angel.

"HMS Penny-Bomb, ahoooooy!" Egg Boi #1 crowed. "Smooooth sailin'! No icebergs!"

Egg Boi #2 whooped and clapped his hands. "Dominate Man says he hates it, only he likes being told what to do!"

"She steps on him allll the time," grumbled Egg Boi #3. "Usually in their bedroom, when they think no-one's lookin'. Why can't she step on meeee?"

Sir Pentious growled and drew a ray pistol. A hissing stream of ruby energy lanced out and disintegrated the offending eggs in an instant. Sir Pentious holstered his weapon and crossed his arms. "Our working relationship issss none of your concern, whore!"

Cherri gestured indecisively. "Information technology's… complicated."

"Alright, alright, forget I asked!" Angel said, taking a gulp of his Dirty Shirley. "S'similar walkin' in on your parents fuckin'."

"Where'southward Mr. Husk?" Moonchild looked around, merely almost everyone else in the establishment was at least a pes taller than him. "Angel?"

"Aight," said Angel continuing up to expect. "Nah, can't run across 'im. Hold on."

Angel crouched downwards and leapt loftier into the air, at to the lowest degree thirty feet. He set dorsum down with a surprising grace, the expression on his face annoyed. "The alky pissant'due south at a poker table. Dumbass is gonna piss away all our winnin's!"

"I'll go become him!" Moonchild said. "Back in a sec!"

Moonchild got up and took off into the crowd. About ten seconds later he ran back to the table. "Which poker tabular array?"

"Vii."

"Thanks!"

They watched him leave, an unmistakable leer on Affections's confront. "Hate t'see 'im leave…"

"Loooove watchin' him go," Cherri chuckled. "That get-up, that was you lot?"

"You know it sister!"

"That wasss a guy?!"

Husk sipped his scotch and glared at the demon sitting opposite him, shuffling a deck of cards.

Poker Face up noticed and grinned. "Surprised to meet me?"

"Not really," Husk said, knocking back his scotch in i gulp. "Wouldn't be the first time a turd resurfaced afterward a flush."

Poker Face threw his head dorsum and laughed. "You always were a smartass, Husk. I like that nearly you."

"I'1000 touched," said Husk, waving down a waiter. "What'south your well-nigh expensive scotch?"

"That would exist the Bunnahabhain 25 Year, sir. I hundred souls an ounce."

"Double shot'a of the Bunny-hazbin," Husk said, looking over to Poker Face up. "Yous got the tab, correct?"

Poker Face up smirked and nodded. "Indulge yourself, my friend."

The waiter left and Husk wove his fingers together atop the tabular array. "And so, what, you out for revenge?"

"You fed me to a goat and I had to go pulled out of sewage," Poker Face growled. "What do you remember?"

"Here? Now?" Husk said, pointing at the ceiling, at the security cameras scanning from their blackness spheres. "Endeavor anything that disrupts the menstruum of money, and yer out on yer ear."

"No no no, my friend," Poker Face leaned forward, for a moment assuasive the blackness, bottomless hate within him smooth through his affable facade. "I've got something special planned for you. When the time comes, I gonna bask myself, make an upshot of it. We're not through, you lot and I, not by a sight."

Husk rolled his eyes, this wasn't the first 'nemesis spiel' he'd heard. "Then, why call me over? Why encompass my tab?"

"I'thou being coy," said Poker Face up, setting his deck down. "Also, believe information technology or non, I actually like playing against you. Not oft I meet a fellow cardshark."

"I'k flattered."

"Yes, don't exist. So, how about a friendly game?"

Husk sneered, he knew this guy's rules, how his powers worked; the default prize was souls, so establishing the stakes clearly was vital. "What'due south the prize?"

Poker Face up rolled his eyes. "I don't want your pickled soul, if that's what you're worried about. Non even so, anyway."

"Then what do yous want?"

"Not your soul, peradventure money, maybe something else." Poker Face up, rolling one of the soul chips on his fingers. "What do you say?"

Office of Husk screamed at him not to get for it, that he was up to something, that this was a stupid unnecessary take a chance. Simply another, loathsomely familiar function of himself relished the risk, the challenge, craved it, even. All night he'd been pretending to play to brand money, and he'd be lying if he said it hadn't whet his appetite for the real bargain, for the rush of a make clean win. And what amend rush that the exciting threat of mortal danger? The need roared at him from the lesser of his soul, silencing any attempt at dissuasion.

"Well…" Husk said, licking his lips, a nasty grinning spreading beyond his face. "Let's–"

"Mr. Husk!" A familiar voice called out over the din of the casino. "Mr. Husk!"

They both turned to see Moonchild running over. Husk was snapped out of his focus upon seeing the fish-demon, his incumbent gambler'southward high doused as though with ice-water. What the fuck was he doing?! Playing confronting Poker Face was a shit idea at the best of times, but doing so while he was currently trying to scam the casino out of a fortune? He was already in enough danger, thank you very much!

"Moonie?"

"Angel and I were waiting for you," he said, looking over at Poker Face. "Is this guy a friend of yours?"

Poker Face looked Moonchild up and downward, a leering grin spreading across his face, biting his lip as he drank him in. "Oh, yeah. I'm real friendly. Say, cutie, wanna play a game?"

"Moonie–!" Husk exclaimed.

"Sure!" Moonchild said, smiling.

He pulled out a poker chip, showing both sides. "Heads… tails. Approximate right, that's fifty bucks. Guess incorrect, well, I win. Sound proficient?"

"Sounds great!"

He flipped the bit and caught it, slamming his hand down on the tabular array. "Call information technology."

"Moonchild, don't–"

"Tails!"

Poker Face smirked and removed his hand: tails. "Lucky judge. All-time two out of three?"

"Sure!"

He flipped again, and again Moonchild said: "Tails!"

"Huh. Tails…" Poker Confront eyed up the pretty little demon. "How virtually a different game?"

"Okay!" Moonchild chirped.

Three cards were set downwardly, an ace of hearts, and ace of clubs, and an ace of spades. "Continue your eye on the ace of spades."

Poker Face flipped all iii and shifted the cards about, over, under, over, side to side, heart out, right to left. "Where'southward the ace, doll?"

"Here." Moonchild flicked over the middle card, revealing the ace of spades.

"I can see how you got up here, Husk," Poker Face up snarled. "Got yourself a practiced luck charm. Over again!"

"Okay!"

"Ace of hearts!" Poker Face's hands were a blur, the cards danced across the green felt, ducking under one another before shifting and hopping, exchanging places. "Where is information technology!?"

Moonchild flicked the card on the right over. "Right here."

Husk clapped his hand over his mouth equally he bit back a express mirth, the look on Poker Face's mug was something he wished he could bottle.

Poker Face up growled and jabbed a finger at Moonchild. "I more time! All or nothing!"

"Okay!" Moonchild said, a sugariness grin on his face up, seemingly unaware of his opponent'southward rancor.

Once again the cards were a mistiness of motion, Poker Face up's considerable dexterity on full display as he kept all three moving simultaneously. With a flourish he slammed his hand downward on the table, grin maliciously. "Ace of hearts!"

"Waitaminute!" Husk cried. "Yous tin't shift the cards and then tell him to call!"

"Oh, yes I can," Poker Face sneered, pointing at Moonchild. "At present, make your telephone call. Where is information technology?"

Moonchild studied the cards, head cocked to the side. "Hmmm…"

Poker Face smirked and held out his hand, optics glinting. "Telephone call or forfeit, kid. What'll it be?"

Moonchild sighed and reached for the extended hand, Poker Face's smirk blossoming into a black grin. "Awww shucks, also bad, huh?"

Moonchild'due south paw brushed by his and reached up his sleeve, pulling out an ace of hearts. "Oh? How'd this get in in that location?"

Poker Face up gawped as he set the card down and flipped the other three, revealing the ace of clubs had been doubled. "How…?"

Husk drew in behind Moonchild, draping an arm over his shoulders, drawing the scantily-clad demon close. "Sorry, 'Face, I done forgot to introduce Moonchild. My, uh, my apprentice! Yeah, that'due south it."

"Your what?" Poker Confront spat.

Husk nodded pointing to Moonchild and and then himself. "Taught 'im everythin' I know. A mechanic the likes a ya couldn't hope to pull 1 over on us, right kid?"

"That's correct!" Moonchild said, forcefully, snapping his fingers. "We're but too skilful!"

He reached out behind himself, not taking his optics off Poker Face, and snatched a tumbler glass off the tray of the approaching waiter, knocking back the expensive contents in a single gulp. Husk barely kept it together as Moonchild was clearly struggling with the alcohol burn of what he suspected was his double-scotch, the lilliputian demon put upwards a stoic face regardless.

Poker Face glowered at them for a moment before what might have been a friendly grinning spread across his mug, the warmth of the grin start somewhat by the icy hatred radiating out of his beady lizard eyes. He threw his hands up and stood. "2 Husks! Hell isn't ready. Oh, well, I know when I'm vanquish! Expect, you two crazy kids take yourself a wonderful dark, I'll show myself out."

Poker Face got to his anxiety and offered his hand. "Put 'er there."

Husk eyed his hand for a moment before taking it. Poker Face grasped his hand with an amicable pressure, his eyes glinting similar bits of broken glass. Of a sudden, he reached out with his other hand, grabbing Husk by the shoulder and pulling him in, his mouth right next to his ear, his voice a hissing whisper. "This isn't over, Husk. You and me, we have unfinished business concern. Only for now, alive it upwards, enjoy yourself, because sooner or after it'southward all gonna come up crashing down. For y'all, for the Princess, for everyone in this God-forsaken pit. HOLY DIVER lives."

With that he stepped back and clapped his hands, snapping his fingers at them, winking. "Hey, you have fun now, that'southward what games are all near! Don't you worry, Husk, I still got your tab! Swallow, drink, and be merry, because you never know what tomorrow holds! Carpe that diem! And you lot, prettyboy, I'd beloved to play you again. 'Till then!"

With that Poker Confront swaggered away, scooping up the souls and fries he'd won prior, eventually disappearing into the crowd.

"I never got an answer," Moonchild said. "Was he a friend of yours or non?"

When he didn't answer, Moonchild turned around. "Mr. Husk?"

Husk stared directly ahead, his eyes wide, ears flattened against his skull, the look on his face was that of a human who'd seen his own grave.

Moonchild reached out and put a paw on his shoulder. "Mr. Husk, what's incorrect?"

Husk blinked and shook his head, brusquely brushing his hand off and grabbing the tray with their drinks. "North-nothin'! I'thousand fine! C'mon, let's become detect Affections."

"O-okay…" Moonchild said, quietly, following subsequently.

Husk sighed and turned around, putting a hand on Moonchild's shoulder. "Ya did adept simply now, kid. Good on ya, not everyone can get under Poker Face'due south peel similar that. Ya got that trick ya do, but it was the mode ya sold it that threw him off. Good work, I hateful it."

Moonchild beamed, a rosy flush called-for in his cheeks, his golden freckles glittering in the casino lights. "Thank you, Mr. Husk. I means a lot coming from someone like you."

Despite himself, Husk smiled back, a strange empty-headed feeling bubbled up inside him, merely seeing this kid happy brought out in him feelings he'd long since thought dead. He laughed and cast an arm and a wing around Moonchild's shoulders, pulling him close. "C'mon, we've left Affections lonely for fashion too long. Who knows what kinda bullshit he's getting up to!"

Moonchild took ii steps forward before toppling over, landing face-beginning on the floor.

"Kid!" Husk exclaimed. "What's incorrect?"

"Misser Husk wais th'room schpinnin'?"

Husk thought back to the double scotch the kid had knocked back in his blowing and chuckled, shaking his head as he helped him to his feet. "Yer hammered, Cutie! Well, allow'due south grab a room, we can keep on cleaning this bitch out tomorrow."

"I wasss wrong, Misser Husk," Moonchild slurred as Husk carried him through the casino. "Gamblin's a lotta fun!"

Angel smiled every bit he lay downwardly on the plush, accommodating hotel bed. He'd wanted to keep the night going, but their ace in the hole went and drank himself into a shock. Angel didn't listen, the Azathoth had room service that was 2nd to none in the West Side, and Husk seemed pleased as punch to allow him to indulge himself. He'd ordered a pocket-size bar's worth of booze and full catering, pouring himself a tall drinking glass of bubbly.

"Ahhh…" Angel sighed, sipping the sparkling wine. "I could go used to this."

A snort and a gasp drew his attention over to the love-chair and the small fish-demon presently slouched in it. Husk had dragged the partially conscious trout to their table and told them he was calling information technology a day and that they'd resume their rampage tomorrow. Angel wasn't about to complain, he'd gotten all he'd wanted out of this petty excursion. Well, almost everything.

He'd been in his element, in the spotlight, drawing eyes while his associates went on a tear across the casino floor. He basked in the attention and was now reaping the rewards of good food, soft beds, and hard alcohol. At present all he needed to cap off the night was…

"Wurrrz…" Moonchild muttered, stirring in the seat, his eyes fluttering open. "Snrk! Wha? Where… where am I?"

"Hotel," said Angel, sipping his champagne. "Well, a hotel, not the Hotel. S'part a' the casino."

"Where's Mr. Husk?" Moonchild said, rubbing his temples. "Did I potable besides much?"

"Ya sniffed a shot a whiskey and that was that, out like a calorie-free," said Angel, amused.

"Oh no!" Moonchild exclaimed, dismayed. "Mr. Husk wanted to play all night. I ruined everything!"

Affections made his way over and sabbatum downward adjacent to the moping fish-demon, draping an arm over his shoulders. "Nah, kid, don't sweat it. Mittens said he had t'get dig up some contacts and ask 'em about, I 'unno, some alky bullshit, I wasn't listenin'."

"I don't feel so adept…" Moonchild mumbled.

"Here," Angel said, handing him the nevertheless-total flute. "That'll ease ya up, then we gotta getcha to eat somethin'."

Moonchild sipped the bubbly, bracing for the gustation of alcohol, surprised when there was none. "Oooh… I like this."

Angel watched him as he finished the sparkling wine and smiled. "Hey, child."

"Yes?"

Angel cupped his face in his hands and leaned in, kissing him passionately. Angel smiled to himself every bit he felt the smaller demon go potent with surprise, the kid probably wasn't expecting this! Affections deepened the kiss, his Hell-broad famous tongue snaking its way into his mouth, playfully tracing his precipitous niggling piranha teeth. He waited for his skill to entice Moonchild'south inner horndog out and they'd be off to the races.

And waited.

And waited.

Moonchild was still strong with shock. Okay, so he'south shy. No large surprise there. Angel would just take to bosom out the large guns. One hand pulled down his pinnacle while some other pair slid nether Moonchild's top. Angel noted appreciatively that despite him being soft every bit cheese whizz, Moonchild had a nice tight swimmer's bod. The kid was no Kira, merely his abs felt plenty tasty. Another hand snaked down the front end of his snug Daisy Dukes, grabbing at the sizable handful there. Oh yes, this was going to exist a squeamish cap to the night.

Affections opened his eyes to potable in the kid's no doubt dumbfounded expression, gently nibbling his lower lip. Affections'south eyes snapped open up in shock. Moonchild didn't look dumbfounded, he didn't look lustful, he didn't fifty-fifty look surprised.

Moonchild was terrified.

"Child?" Angel withdrew, eyes darting all over the frozen fish-demon. "Moonie, are you okay?"

Moonchild blinked and averted his gaze, seeming to collapse in on himself. "I-I'yard deplorable, I, uh, I'chiliad okay. Y-you tin can k-keep going if you desire."

Angel stared for a moment, for once in his life at a loss of what to do, what to say. The look in Moonchild'south eyes, that distant desperation of someone who was preparing to get away, to pull into themselves until the pain stopped. He'd seen those optics before.

"Kid… has someone, uh… has someone been hurtin' ya?"

Moonchild said aught, merely nodding. Angel sighed and scooted abroad, all of a sudden profoundly ashamed of himself. "I'm distressing, kid. I didn't–I wasn't–I–"

"It's okay, Affections."

"No! No it ain't!" Angel exclaimed, shooting to his feet. "I was just pushing myself on ya, like I knew ya wanted it! I shoulda…"

He looked down at Moonchild, who was trying to brand himself look every bit small as possible, eyes cast down to his feet. Angel felt something bitter and sick clench in his guts, all that fun and camaraderie, all that time spent getting the kid out of his shell, all that progress they could take gone back to Charlie with, triumphant; all that was circling the drain before his eyes, all because he wanted some dick. He felt ill, disgusted with himself.

Angel deflated and sat back downwardly next to him, Moonchild turned away, cradling himself. "Hey. I'm sorry. I, uh… I know how it feels. T'feel similar yer someone's property, like yer their toy. To feel so… helpless."

Angel's hands balled into fists, squeezing and squeezing until they trembled, a lite hand settled on one of the clenched fists. Angel looked over at Moonchild, his expression afar, and and so horrified.

"You lot practice, don't y'all?" Moonchild said, his tone hushful.

"Ya simply used yer power on me, didn't ya?"

"I-I'grand sorry. I didn't mean to pry!"

Angel shook his head, a sour smile on his face. "Naw, it'due south okay. I hateful, if it's you it's okay. 'Cause, y'know what it'due south like…"

"You haven't told anyone?"

"Well, not similar with words or nothin'. Cherri knows, or I recollect she does, I…" Angel shook his caput, laughing bitterly. "Information technology's not somethin' I actually talk about. Fuck, I try not to think about it."

"Me too…" Moonchild said, his voice barely a whisper. "I wish I was like you."

Angel started at this, a bemused smiling tugging at the corners of his rima oris. "Waddaya mean?"

"Yous've been through what I've been through, worse fifty-fifty, but yous're still so… strong. Confident. You tin can still smile and tell people to fuck off and–and–" Tears, dark and gummy with mascara, rolled down his cheeks. "I wish I could exist anyone other than me…"

"Hey, at present put that shit t'bed, Moonie! This own't a game, at that place ain't no points or scorecard. What I went through don't make what happened to ya any less bullshit!" Affections said, jabbing a finger in his face. "None a'this is yer fault, y'hear? Ya didn't practise nothin' to deserve what that shitheel did to ya! It ain't yer error!"

Moonchild buried his face up in his hands and began to sob. Angel wrapped his arms effectually him and pulled him close, Moonchild buried his face up in Angel'southward chest fluff, his sobs choked and ragged. Affections stroked his neck, soothing him as he tightened the embrace. Later a while, his sobs tapered off and he was quiet, his confront still buried in Angel'southward soft, warm chest. Angel was dimly aware that the kid's mascara was probably staining his fur and dress, but didn't care.

"Yer okay, child, yer okay…" Angel whispered. "Heh… Y'know, I ain't as confident every bit I let on. I just put upwardly a front so, uh, so I won't become hurt, y'know?"

Moonchild said cipher, Angel connected. "Yes. See, I don't got many friends… but Cherri, now, really. I keep people away because I remember they all want that. Non Cherri, and non… him."

"Him?" Moonchild said, looking up from his chest.

"Kira, the other guy at the hotel," Angel said, his tone go low, wistful. "Common cold hearted, rock-faced, no sense a'sense of humour… but, we clicked. He didn't want anythin' I was sellin', but he notwithstanding wanted to be around me. At first I couldn't actually make sense of it, I don't call back he understood it either, simply there it was. Simply he's gone now, he got out, and I, uh, I gotta also, I gauge. Gotta go out and find my buddy."

"I know you volition," Moonchild said, sniffling.

"Thanks child." Angel nocked a finger nether his chin and tilted his gaze up to run into his. "Y'know, it don't gotta exist like that. Bein' with someone. It can exist a neat fourth dimension if'n yer with someone ya similar and if they similar ya back."

"You like me?" Moonchild smiled, it was soft and sugariness and fabricated Affections'southward chest experience like it was most to burst.

"What can I say?" Angel chuckled, pinching his mascara-streak cheeks. "Ya washed grew on me, ya lilliputian barnacle!"

He leaned downwards and planted a tender osculation on Moonchild'due south lips, smiling when the smaller demon reciprocated. His hands gently explored Moonchild'due south frame as he slowly deepened the kiss, prepared to stop at the outset sign of hesitation. He bankrupt the kiss and drank in Moonchild's expression, an adorably shy variant of animalism he'd never seen earlier; a squeamish cap to the evening to be sure.

"Yer in control here, Moonie," Angel whispered. "This stops when ya say stop."

Moonchild nodded and leaned in, their lips nearly touching again when a knock sounded at the door.

Angel swore under his breath and smiled apologetically at Moonchild. "That'd be the room service. Concur that thought, volition ya? I'll be correct back~"

Moonchild blushed and nodded, Affections stood upwards and sauntered over to the door, non a affair in the world could spoil tonight. He opened the door, expecting to encounter a sharply dressed hotel-worker with a meal cart. Instead, the doorway was filled with the massive, muscular frame of a very familiar minotaur, and behind him were five other hulking demons of various types.

"Oh, uh, hey Bastille," Affections squeaked, his eyes wide. "How're ya holdin' upward?"

A huge paw snapped out and fastened effectually Angel's windpipe, hauling him actual into the air.

"Oh, prissy," Angel croaked, pawing uselessly at his massively muscled arm. "Yer arm's back. Great."

The 6 demons showed themselves in, the door slamming shut behind them, a 'practise not disturb' sign dangling from the knob.

Concluding edited: Jan 26, 2021

• #369

Nice update, just I'm a little dislocated. Is Moonchild, a.yard.a Doppio/Diavolo, Bi in this fic? Cypher incorrect with it, simply a piffling suprised, that's all.

• #370

Overnice update, but I'm a lilliputian dislocated. Is Moonchild, a.k.a Doppio/Diavolo, Bi in this fic? Nothing wrong with it, just a piffling suprised, that'southward all.

The answer is 'Angel Dust'

• #371

Keeping an armory stocked was piss-easy and inexpensive-every bit-free when ane of his employees could literally pull grenades out of sparse air. The armory was for something not even Gabriel could replicate. The shelves were stocked with tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition of all types, the racks festooned with every melee weapon from axes to zhuas. The grab? Every terminal implement of death was crafted from Seraphim Steel.

*sniff**sniff* does anyone smell that? *snifffffffff* that smells similar foreshadowing.

• #372

Overnice update, merely I'chiliad a lilliputian confused. Is Moonchild, a.thousand.a Doppio/Diavolo, Bi in this fic? Nothing incorrect with it, just a niggling suprised, that's all.

Bruh, this is Vento Aureo. Everyone is bi.

Except for perchance Melone, who's pretty straight (though he's more into the adult female's genetics than annihilation else). And Cioccolata, who's apparently into anatomy.

Concluding edited: Jan 24, 2021

• #373

It's squeamish Moonchild finally acknowledged how much he'due south been bottling up, though Angel trying to solve someone'south sexual hang-ups with more sexual practice right off the bat may not exist the best idea (granted, considering he's been stuck every bit a hooker for an abusive pimp for 73 years, non unexpected)

"This isn't over, Husk. Yous and me, we take unfinished business. Simply for now, live it up, enjoy yourself, because sooner or later it's all gonna come crashing downward. For you, for the Princess, for anybody in this God-forsaken pit. HOLY DIVER lives."

Now I'm really hoping Giorno gets involved somehow, I'm almost curious if he might endeavour and help Charlie reform hell considering a lot of what Moonchild said to Octavia almost how bad it is at actually punishing the guilty seems to exist true

edit: I know that 'southward a bit far-fetched, but remember: this is a homo who took over a superpowered Mafia that controlled all of Italy a calendar week after joining at 15

Final edited: Dec 17, 2021

• #374

It's nice Moonchild finally best-selling how much he's been bottling up, though t Angel trying to apply sex as solace right off the bat may not be the best move (granted, considering he's been stuck as a hooker for an calumniating pimp for 73 years, not unexpected)

Yeah, Affections'due south toolkit is pretty limited, but he tries his best

• #375

hmmm, i've read the one with kira and this 1, and information technology seems like the writer mostly likes gay stuff.

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