Intro:

No One POV:

The scene opens to a sinner running through the streets of the Pride Ring, fear etched on his face as he weaves through other demons, pushing some to their annoyance. He frantically glances behind him, his tail swaying back and forth, eyes wide with panic, before taking a sharp turn, almost stumbling to the ground.

Desperation fuels his steps as he continues his escape down a narrow alleyway. His breath comes in ragged gasps, the sound of his pounding heartbeat almost drowning out the city noises.

He squeezes through a gap between two buildings, his black tailored suit snagging on jagged edges, tearing fabric. The alley grows darker, the oppressive atmosphere closing in on him.

His fear intensifies as he spots the shadowy figure from earlier leaping from a building to another still in hot pursuit. His legs burn, each step a fight against his own exhaustion, but he pushes on, adrenaline driving him forward.

He suddenly comes to a full stop, slamming into something hard that rattles loudly. He falls back, pain searing through his body as he clutches his side. Squinting through the pain, he sees a chain-link fence shimmering in the dim alley light, blocking his path. Desperation fills his eyes as he realizes he's trapped, the clanging of the fence echoing in the confined space.

His eyes widened upon hearing something land with an eerily silent thud. The sound, barely audible, reached his ears thanks to his heightened senses.

Slowly, he turned his head, peering into the darkness behind him. Fear gripped him tighter as he heard a clacker from the shadows, the noise almost mocking him- or perhaps it was excitement.

As it drew nearer, six green eyes appeared, glowing in the darkness, all focused intently on him. Panic surged through him, and he backed up against the fence, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Realizing his buddies weren't coming to his aid, dread settled in. His shaky hand reached behind his back and snapped forward, brandishing a gun pointed at the shadowy figure with the glowing eyes.

The figure halted, tilting its head as it inspected the gun. Its eyes narrowed, and something slithered from behind it—a blue tail with white stripes emerged, inching closer.

???: "No need for that now"

The figure spoke in a high-pitched, almost animalistic voice, finishing with a cackle that sent chills down the Sinner's spine. The unexpected voice took the Sinner by surprise, and his grip on the gun wavered.

Sinner: "W-wha-"

Before he could continue, a string of white sticky material shot from the figure's tail, hitting the gun and yanking it from the Sinner's grip. The gun flew back and stuck to the chain-link fence behind him, the fluid hardening and gluing it in place.

The Sinner's eyes widened in panic as he backed further into the fence, trapped and defenseless. The shadowy figure's eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity, inching closer.

As the figure drew closer, its features became more discernible. It was a blue monkey-like creature with a darkish blue center, four skinny arms with three fingers each, and two legs with three toes each. Its forehead sported a small nose, and its head was adorned with spikes of fur with white stripes. The Omnitrix symbol was prominently displayed on its chest, connected with green sashes that crossed its back and chest.

The alien tail flicked back and forth. His six green eyes glowed menacingly as it stepped into the dim light.

The Sinner gulped audibly, his eyes scanning the alien now that he could see him clearly.

Sinner: "W-who are you? What do you want?!"

The alien's eyes gleamed with amusement, his tail flicking lazily behind him.

SpiderMonkey: "All this running was seriously unnecessary... I almost thought about webbing you from above, but uh..."

The Sinner's eyebrows rose in surprise, nervousness etched on his face.

SpiderMonkey: "Exactly"

SpiderMonkey's cackle echoed through the alley, the atmosphere lightening for a moment, though the Sinner's instincts kept him on edge, knowing that danger could strike in an instant.

SpiderMonkey leaned in closer, his grin spreading wider, his features unintentionally sinister.

SpiderMonkey: "Anyway, what I want is very simple..."

SpiderMonkey's six eyes narrowed, one of his hands moving slowly behind his back. A bead of sweat ran down the Sinner's face as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, bracing for the worst.

SpiderMonkey: "Here, dude"

The Sinner blinked through his own haze of panic, the unexpected cackle cutting through his thoughts. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find SpiderMonkey's hand extended towards him, holding out a wallet. The alien's grin was disarmingly friendly.

Sinner: "Uh..."

The Sinner stood there, stunned, scratching his head as he tried to decipher the turn of events. He had been certain he was moments away from death.

SpiderMonkey: "You dropped this"

The Sinner cautiously reached out, taking the wallet, his mind still reeling.

Sinner: "Thanks...?"

SpiderMonkey winked, stepping back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

SpiderMonkey: "No problem. You can relax now, I'm not going to hurt you"

SpiderMonkey watched as the Sinner stepped forward from the chain fence, the fear from earlier melting away as he rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

Sinner: "Shit, I thought you were after me! Real funny"

SpiderMonkey shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.

SpiderMonkey: "Why? You did something? I mean, of course you did, you're a demon! But to what severity is the question"

The Sinner crossed his arms, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

Sinner: "Ah, it's nothing, it's just, in this place, when you see someone running at you at full speed, you should expect the worst"

SpiderMonkey: "Heh, sorry for the spook, I'll try to be more considerate next time"

The Sinner chuckled slightly, his eyes gazing at his tattered clothes from earlier, his smile almost twisted, but he kept his smile on, his eyes staring into the distance.

Sinner: "Ah... piss, now I gotta find a tailor to fix these. It wouldn't be a problem if they didn't get killed by that V girl, am I right-"

Jack suddenly stopped, lifting an eyebrow in confusion as he noticed that SpiderMonkey wasn't wearing any clothes.

Jack: "Huh, I guess you don't have much need for clothes. Anyway, the name's... uh, Jack. What's yours?"

SpiderMonkey smirked, his tail flicking lazily behind him.

SpiderMonkey: "Just your friendly neighborhood SpiderMonkey"

Jack looked at SpiderMonkey with a rueful grin.

Jack: "Sorry to break it to you, but..."

As Jack began speaking, a sudden explosion echoed in the distance, followed by shouts and the harsh crackle of gunfire.

Jack: "...This neighborhood isn’t exactly known for its friendliness"

As the explosion rattled the air and gunshots rang out, SpiderMonkey’s smirk faltered for a moment. His eyes showed a flicker of genuine sadness, reflecting the harsh truth of the world around them. He sighed, his playful demeanor slipping as he looked at Jack.

SpiderMonkey: "Yeah... It’s a shame, isn’t it? Sometimes, I wish things could be different"

Jack grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. His lips curled into a smirk as he reveled in the unfolding chaos, the sound of gunfire and shouting only fueling his malevolent excitement.

Jack: "Oh no, I wouldn't call it a shame"

Jack mumbled under his breath, his grin widening. Suddenly, a ringtone cut through the din, breaking the moment. SpiderMonkey glanced down, noticing Jack’s phone vibrating in his jeans pocket.

Their eyes met for a brief, intense moment before SpiderMonkey gave a subtle gesture of acknowledgment, his expression a mix of resignation and curiosity. Jack took the hint, pulling out his phone with a practiced flick.

Jack: "Excuse me for a sec"

With that, Jack answered the call, his grin never fading as he spoke into the phone. SpiderMonkey, meanwhile, turned away, allowing Jack to talk.

Jack: "Ay, how's it go-"

Before Jack could finish, a gritty, muffled voice blared from the other end of the call. Jack squinted, shifting the phone from one ear to the other, trying to make sense of the noise.

Jack: "Just had a bit of a problem... No, nothing serious, someone called"

He took a quick glance at SpiderMonkey, who observed him with an unreadable expression. Jack leaned in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

Jack: "Someone called  SpiderMonkey..."

The other voice burst into distorted laughter, the sound garbled by the connection.

Jack: "No, I'm not tweaking. That’s actually the guy’s name... Yeah, I’m still close by..."

Jack’s hand moved instinctively to his pocket, patting it as he spoke.

Jack: "Yeah, the neutronium batteries have been transported to the Warehouse..."

Jack glanced back at SpiderMonkey, who maintained a steady, watchful gaze. A flicker of concern crossed SpiderMonkey’s features, his six eyes fixed intently on Jack. It was clear that SpiderMonkey was now paying unusually close attention, but Jack couldn’t quite figure out why.

Jack’s eyes widened in shock as he suddenly felt something sticky wrap around his phone. He turned to see SpiderMonkey’s tail webbed onto his device, yanking it out of his hand. The force nearly made Jack stumble, and the muffled voice on the other end grew increasingly frantic.

SpiderMonkey frowned deeply, his expression darkening as he brought the phone to his ear.

SpiderMonkey: "Sorry, but your caller is busy right now. Please call later"

Before the voice on the other end could respond, SpiderMonkey's grip tightened. The screen of Jack’s phone cracked under the pressure, buttons flying off before the phone was crushed into a pile of debris, clattering to the ground.

Jack gritted his teeth in fury, his horns glowing a menacing red as his breath quickened.

Jack: "You bitch!"

He kneeled slightly, his hand moving to the side of his boot to retrieve a glinting knife. With a swift flick of his wrist, he brandished it, pointing it menacingly at SpiderMonkey.

Jack: "What happened to the house built on sand in Matthew 7 will also happen to you!"

Jack charged at SpiderMonkey, knife poised to strike. As he leaped forward, the blade aimed directly at SpiderMonkey’s chest, but his reflexes kicked in. With a swift motion, he shot a stream of webbing that splattered across Jack’s face, obscuring his vision.

Jack stumbled, his swing missing its mark. SpiderMonkey used the opportunity to flip gracefully into the air, landing behind Jack with feline agility. Before Jack could react, SpiderMonkey grabbed his arm from behind, twisting it behind his back with force. The knife slipped from Jack’s grip and clattered to the ground as SpiderMonkey tightened his hold, immobilizing him.

SpiderMonkey’s expression darkened as he surveyed Jack.

SpiderMonkey: "Neutronium batteries, huh? Sounds like you’re in pretty deep"

With a sudden shove, SpiderMonkey pushed Jack, making him stumble forward. Jack grunted, still trying to pry the webbing from his face, his efforts muffled and frantic.

SpiderMonkey didn’t waste any time. He shot a thick stream of webbing from his tail, wrapping it tightly around Jack’s legs. The sticky strands pulled taut, causing Jack to lose his balance and crash to the ground, struggling helplessly as SpiderMonkey stood over him with a menacing grin.

SpiderMonkey: "Buddy, we're gonna have a field day"

Before the demon could question him, SpiderMonkey lifted him with surprising strength. With a powerful leap, they landed on top of a nearby building. SpiderMonkey shot another stream of webs, connecting it to the ones binding the Sinner's legs.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, SpiderMonkey pushed the Sinner down, letting him dangle by the rope of webs. The Sinner screamed in fear, his eyes wide with terror as he swung precariously above the street below.

SpiderMonkey tightened his grip on the web rope, his six eyes glowing as he looked down at the dangling Sinner.

SpiderMonkey: "Let's start simple. Where are the neutronium batteries?"

As SpiderMonkey spoke, Jack struggled against the webbing, desperately trying to pull the strands off his face. He fumbled and tugged, his fingers working furiously. Finally, with a painful effort and red marks left on his skin, he managed to remove the webbing from his face. Panting heavily, blood rushing to his head from the awkward position, he glared up at SpiderMonkey.

Jack: "I'm-I'm not saying shit!"

SpiderMonkey narrowed his eyes, his voice cold.

SpiderMonkey: "Wrong answer"

His grip loosened slightly, causing the Sinner to drop a few inches, his scream echoing through the alley.

Jack: "I-I don't know anything! I swear!"

He let the Sinner drop a bit more, the demon now dangling dangerously close to the ground.

Jack: "Ok Ok! Stop! Ple- we're not after you, let me go and I won't tell anyone!"

Jack's desperate plea hung in the air, a quiver of panic evident in his voice.

SpiderMonkey's expression darkened, a shadow falling over his face.

SpiderMonkey: "Sorry, can't do. You’ve got something I need"

Jack’s breathing grew ragged, his desperation clear.

Jack: "What? What do I have that you want?!"

SpiderMonkey: "The batteries, dumbass"

Jack's eyes widened in confusion and fear.

Jack: "Batteries?! I don't know anything about that!"

SpiderMonkey’s eyes narrowed, his tone becoming more insistent.

SpiderMonkey: "Don’t lie now. I heard you talking about them on the phone..."

Jack stammered, trying to recall.

Jack: "I mean, did I-"

SpiderMonkey’s eyes glinted with menace as he slowly loosened his grip on the web rope. Jack’s face paled, his eyes widening in horror as he began to slide down the rope.

Jack: "No! Wait! I’m telling the truth!"

The Sinner’s scream echoed through the night as he dangled closer to the ground. SpiderMonkey swiftly tightened his grip again, jerking Jack back up with a satisfying thud.

SpiderMonkey: "Care to try again?"

Jack, now visibly panicked, gasped for breath as he looked up at SpiderMonkey, his facade cracking.

Jack: "Alright, alright! I’ll tell you everything! Just don’t let me fall!"

SpiderMonkey’s expression remained grim, the pressure effective in breaking Jack’s resolve.

SpiderMonkey: "Who do you work for?"

Jack: "Wait what? Don't you know?"

SpiderMonkey: "Uhh, Should I?"

Jack: "How? D-Didn't Crimson send you?! You're here to ruin our smuggling operation, aren’t you?!"

SpiderMonkey's gaze hardened.

SpiderMonkey: "Not exactly. But let’s just say your little operation has become my business now"

Jack's fear grew as he tried to grasp the situation.

Jack: "Wait, you’re not working for Crimson? So, who are you then? Why do you care about our operation?"

SpiderMonkey tightened his grip on the web rope slightly, making Jack yelp in fear.

SpiderMonkey: "Let’s just say I know how powerful those batteries are. The only thing they can realistically be used for in a place like this... are bombs. Powerful ones capable of causing a lot of destruction"

Jack's eyes widened in shock.

Jack: "You... you knew our plan?"

SpiderMonkey cackled, the sound sending a chill through the air.

SpiderMonkey: "Not personally, but needing one has given me insight into its other uses. Now, where are they?"

Jack stammered, desperation in his voice.

Jack: "I-I can’t tell you! I don’t know if I should..."

SpiderMonkey tightened his grip on the web rope again, making Jack flinch.

SpiderMonkey: "You’re running out of time. You know what I want. Tell me, or this gets a lot worse for you"

The Sinner stammered, desperation in his voice, but still didn't give a clear answer.

Jack: "There’s a meeting. A small one. 6:30 PM, in an alleyway off 13th Street. They'll be discussing things. Go there, and you'll find all you need"

SpiderMonkey considered this, his eyes boring into the Sinners. After a moment, his grip tightened, pulling the Sinner up slightly.

SpiderMonkey: "Thanks. I'll be sure to drop in"

With that, he hoisted the Sinner back up onto the rooftop.

SpiderMonkey: "But if you're lying, I'll find you. And next time, I won't be as nice"

The Sinner nodded frantically, relief and fear mingling in his mind. SpiderMonkey then webbed him securely to a pipe before leaping away, disappearing into the crimson night.

Unbeknownst to SpiderMonkey, two sets of glowing red eyes observed the entire ordeal from the shadows. A sinister grin spread across a face shrouded in darkness, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth. A distorted, sibilant laughter echoed through the night, sizzling like static and sending chills through the empty streets below.

Time Skip:

The scene transitions to the sound of gushing water, cascading from a fountain into a spacious pool. The water is crystal-clear, its cool blue hue soothing to the eyes and refreshing to the mind and body. The fountain, intricately decorated, is topped with lush plants and monstrous yellow flytraps around it.

The private area around the pool was enclosed by a precast concrete fence, beautifully etched with intricate symbols. The fence effectively cut off the bustling city beyond, creating a secluded sanctuary that connected directly to Stolas' mansion. The ambiance of the pool area contrasted sharply with the less than ideal life outside its walls.

On the edge of the pool, Stolas reclined on a pool chaise lounge, facing the crystal-clear water. Beside him, a small table held a cup of exquisite crimson wine, its deep hue matching the relaxed yet regal atmosphere. Stolas was clad in a white bathrobe, the bright floral patterns on it was a stark contrast to his usual attire. The calm ripples of the pool reflected the sky, yet Stolas, in his moment of leisure, didn't seem at ease in his private oasis.

Even though Stolas seemed to be looking at the big book he was holding, his thoughts were elsewhere, the words on the pages becoming insignificant. The corners of the mouth turned down as his thoughts strayed through the recent past and entwined with the present. His grim expression stayed the same, unchanging and unwavering, as though he was deep in a private daydream that the words on the page were unable to break through.

He became disengaged from the peaceful sight around him as the strain of the past and the weight of the present blended together in his thoughts.

Stolas involuntarily took a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling with a weight that seemed to cling to him. His legs shifted uncomfortably on the lounge chair, searching for a comfort that eluded him. No matter how he adjusted, there was no ease to be found-not in the tranquil setting, nor in the memories of his daughter, whom he loved dearly, or in the dwindling embers of love for the person he had once called his lover. The absence of solace gnawed at him, deepening the lines of tension etched across his face.

Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by the faint sound of something climbing the brick fence. Stolas didn't react immediately, his mind too preoccupied with heavier thoughts to concern himself with such trivial disturbances.

Then, a hand gripped the top of the fence, followed by the familiar figure of Blitz, who pulled himself up with a shaky grin and waved towards Stolas.

Blitz: "Heeeellllo! Hello, hello, Stolas!"

Stolas flinched at the sound of his name, especially coming from Blitz. He squinted at the imp, trying to decipher whether Blitz was a figment of his imagination or if he was really here, possibly petty enough to try and apologize. The unexpected intrusion pulled Stolas out of his introspection, leaving him both confused and wary.

Stolas' questions were swiftly answered as Blitz dangled on the edge of the fence, attempting to land awkwardly in the bushes beneath.

Blitz: "You have-AH!"

He yelped as he tripped, crashing down into the foliage. Stolas's wariness morphed into irritation, a frown forming on his face as he watched Blitz struggle to free himself from one of the monstrous flytraps that had latched onto his leg.

Blitz: "You haven't been answering my texts..."

Blitz grabbed the jagged edges of the flytrap's mouth, prying it open with some effort until he freed his leg. With a quick kick to its insides, the flytrap went limp. Blitz rubbed his mouth in triumph, turning towards Stolas with a grin and striding towards him proudly.

Blitz: "And I sent you a bunch of funny shit I found on Hellcord!"

Stolas responded in a monotone, his voice devoid of the usual warmth.

Stolas: "You did?..."

Slowly, he began to rise, his movements shaky. He slid the book across the table, almost knocking over the cup of wine, before sitting back on the pool chaise lounge. As Blitz approached, Stolas closed his legs.

Blitz lifted a brow, stuttering at the unexpected response.

Blitz: "I... F-fuck yeah! Thought they'd make you feel better. Shame you didn't check them out"

Blitz crossed his arms, a grin tugging on his lips, but Stolas’s eyes dropped, glancing at the ground.

Stolas: "Well, I'm fine, if that's what this is about..."

He took a heavy breath, and Blitz’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched Stolas stand up, avoiding eye contact as he turned away, slowly making his way to the back door.

Blitz: "Oh, come on, Stolas, don’t give me the cold shoulder"

Stolas paused mid-step, and Blitz quickly took it as a chance to explain himself.

Blitz: "Look, Stolas, we just had a rough night..."

Stolas's hands clenched tightly, and Blitz noticed a slight twitch, hearing him take a breath before his grip slowly relaxed.

Blitz’s grin wavered. They stood there in silence for a tense moment before Blitz quickly ran to Stolas, grabbing his arm and turning him to face him.

Stolas's eyes widened as he met Blitz's gaze, his face wrinkling in a mix of emotions.

Blitz: "...'Sides, you always want to hear from me"

But Stolas simply pulled his arm back, almost making Blitz stumble, his jaw clenching in frustration.

When Blitz found his balance and looked up at Stolas again, he was met with a frown.

Stolas: "What is it you want?"

Blitz lifted his arm, his eyes examining the Asmodean Crystal mounted on it. The crystal’s gleaming surface reflected light, casting a sharp, almost eerie glow.

Blitz: "This isn't right... I-I... it doesn't feel right..."

Blitz’s lips twisted into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he slowly advanced toward Stolas, causing him to back away, perplexed.

Blitz: "So get your tight, feathered ass over to the bedroom so we can make it right-"

Stolas: "Done yet?"

Blitz halted, his smile faltering as he studied Stolas's inscrutable expression. Stolas didn't give him a chance to react. With a deep, weary sigh, he stepped aside and walked away, each step echoing with a heavy, disheartened rhythm.

Blitz stammered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Blitz: "This... Uhh, Sh- Yeah, that wasn't smooth on my part... Really shitty of me..."

He fiddled awkwardly with his fingers, trying to find the right words.

Blitz: "But, on my defense, you know you like it when I talk all dirty and... fucky, and shit"

Stolas's eyes narrowed in a mix of frustration and bewilderment. Turning towards Blitz, he took a deep, steadying breath, his expression hardening.

Stolas: "Real funny..."

He turned away, visibly shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Blitz shrugged in defeat, a shaky sly smile creeping onto his face.

Blitz: "Come on. We don't do words..."

His smile widened, growing more forced.

Blitz: "We do sex!"

Stolas stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes twitching uncontrollably. His head snapped towards Blitz, and with a sudden, sharp movement, he advanced. Blitz's sly smile vanished under Stolas's intense glare.

Stolas: "Do I look like I'm in the mood for sex?!"

Blitz stammered, clearly caught off guard, his mouth trembling as he searched for words.

Blitz: "Um, well-"

He hesitated, fumbling for a response.

Blitz: "I-I... but you l-love seeing this!"

Blitz struck a suggestive pose, ending it with a chuckle.

Blitz: "No need to play hard to get"

Stolas’s frustration boiled over, his eyes narrowing with fierce intensity as he glared at Blitz.

Stolas: "I'm playing hard to get? This is a game for you, isn't it?"

Blitz rolled his eyes, his smirk faltering slightly.

Blitz: "Come on, Stolas... you can't tell me you don't enjoy me begging you!"

Blitz licked his lips, advancing towards him and grabbing the rope around Stolas's bathrobe, pulling him closer.

Blitz: "You just want me to show your prince-y ass what a real fuckin' is!"

Stolas stumbled backward, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.

Blitz pointed accusingly at him.

Blitz: "This is one of your fantasies, right? To get plowed by someone you look down on?"

Stolas’s eyes blazed with a mix of hurt and anger. He took a step forward, his face inches from Blitz’s.

Stolas: "I never looked down on you- at least, not until now..."

He thrust his finger toward Blitz, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sadness.

Stolas: "But this? This is beyond insulting"

Blitz recoiled, his smirk faltering as he took a step back.

Stolas: "I gave you more than anyone else ever could! I stood by you on your lowest, defied the law on your behalf, and sacrificed everything for you!?"

Stolas' voice grew louder with each word, then he took a step closer, his eyes blazing.

Stolas: "And how did you repay me, huh? You abandoned me in my most desperate hour, leaving me to die when I needed you most"

Stolas's breaths came in heavy gasps, his chest rising and falling with each strained inhale. His heart pounded in his chest, making his ears ring. A hand covered his face, fingers rubbing his forehead in a gesture of deep frustration.

Blitz lifted a finger, his face marred by a deep frown. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was at a complete loss, his frustration boiling over. A vein throbbed on his forehead as he let out an angry shout.

Blitz: "Listen here! You're fucking complicating things! You're alive, aren’t you? Who do you think you should thank for that?!"

Stolas raised an eyebrow, his voice flat and unimpressed.

Stolas: "Ben?"

Blitz's face reddened in exasperation.

Blitz: "No, me! I sent him with the other to save your ass! And it's not like I knew- I didn't know he was capable of- you were capable of-"

He drew a hand around his neck, the vein on his temple throbbing with the intensity of his emotions.

Blitz: "I- I stopped him the first time, didn't I?"

Stolas's eyes narrowed as they locked onto Blitz, the revelation sinking in with a flicker of disbelief.

Stolas: "A first time?"

Blitz’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening and closing as he scrambled to cover his mistake.

Blitz: "Yeah, the-"

He abruptly cut himself off, his mouth snapping shut. Blitz awkwardly
rubbed his neck, glancing around as he tried to cover up his slip-up.

Blitz: "Oh. Oopsy Daisy"

Blitz rubbed his neck awkwardly, glancing around with a nervous chuckle.

Blitz: "I- uh- who said that? I mean, no, I didn't-"

Stolas's voice was edged with a mix of shock and fury, his eyes blazing as he stared at Blitz.

Stolas: "He already tried to assassinate me before, and you hid it from me..."

Blitz waved his hands defensively, his voice cracking under the pressure.

Blitz: "I-I took care of it! I dealt with him! I- I was trying to... To protect you!"

Stolas's face twisted into a scowl, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Stolas: "Protect me? By hiding the truth and letting him try to kill me again? How is that protecting me, Blitz?!"

Blitz: "I- I really didn’t think you could actually get hurt! You're immortal and shit! You're a fucking prince!"

Blitz's voice grew more desperate as he continued, his hands waving in exasperation. He paced back and forth, his composure slipping away.

Blitz: "I mean, come the fuck on! You're supposed to be fucking invincible! I didn’t think-"

He stopped abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared at Stolas, who remained standing still, his face a mask of calm but with visible exhaustion and hurt.

Blitz's shoulders slumped, his defiant stance crumbling, frustration etched on his face.

Blitz: "I-if me and my team could kick that guy's ass that easily- then I'm sure you'd have no problem!"

Stolas took a deep breath, his expression hardening as he looked at Blitz, struggling to maintain his composure despite the turmoil inside.

Stolas: "That's your reason? That almost cost me and that child's life..."

Blitz’s eyes widened, a flicker of defensive anger in his gaze. He quickly shook his head, shrugging dismissively.

Blitz: "Oh, come on! You’re always so dramatic. It’s not like I meant for things to get this bad. You’re immortal, remember?"

Stolas: "All you ever do is assume! Your actions are driven by nothing but baseless guesses. But this time- this time- it nearly cost me my life and jeopardized my daughter's future!"

Blitz’s eyes widened, his anger momentarily fading into confusion.

Blitz: "Jeopardized your daughter’s future? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Stolas’s eyes widened slightly, the gravity of his own words hitting him. He sighed heavily, a mix of anger and resignation coloring his voice.

Stolas: "My ex-wife, the one who orchestrated my assassination. I also assume she’s the one behind the first attempt too. She took Octavia from me, and now-"

His voice broke slightly as he turned away from Blitz, his frustration and sorrow surfacing.

Stolas: "Now, I’m alone. My daughter is with her, and I’m left here to face… all of this, all by myself"

Blitz’s face paled, his shock palpable. Leaving him at a loss for words.

Blitz: "Stolas, I-I’m…"

Stolas, barely containing his own turmoil, turned away from Blitz, heading for the door. He leaned against it, his head bowed in resignation.

Stolas: "There’s so much happening right now… I just need- I... Blitz, all I wanted was a sincere apology…”

With that, Stolas pushed himself off the door and walked inside, closing it behind him. The silence that followed was heavy.

Stolas closed the door behind him, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He stared at the dimly lit room, feeling as though the walls of the mansion were closing in on him. The weight of the confrontation with Blitz was almost suffocating, and he rubbed his forehead in an attempt to soothe the tension that had built up.

As he walked forward, his foot brushed against something on the floor. He glanced down, puzzled, and found an envelope lying there. Frowning, he bent down and picked it up, examining the unfamiliar object. The envelope was plain, but as he turned it over, he saw a photograph inside. The image showed Blitzø with a knife plunged into his chest. Stolas’s eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with confusion.

He opened the envelope and pulled out a card. His eyes scanned the text, widening further as he read:

"You’re invited."

Stolas’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding as he read the invitation, the intention of the sender sinking in. He folded the card, then placed the envelope and card back where he found them, his mind already racing with the implications.

Time Skip:

Blitz stormed towards his van, mumbling angrily under his breath. His hand gripped the handle before he wrenched it open with a forceful tug.

Blitz: "Apology..."

He threw himself into the driver’s seat then slammed it behind him.

Blitz: "That's the GAYEST thing I've heard all day"

His frown deepened as he ranted, a frustrated hand sweeping across his face. He let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Reaching into his pocket, Blitz pulled out a cigar, the familiar scent of the sweet aroma of tobacco, leather, wood grounded him momentarily. He slipped it into his mouth and reached for the lighter on the seat beside him.

With a flick of his wrist, the lighter sparked to life, casting a brief glow as he lit the cigar. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling the air and offering a brief respite from the tension.

Blitz exhaled, the smoke curling from his lips and filling the enclosed space of the van. He rolled his eyes, his irritation palpable, and quickly opened the window to let the smoke escape. Taking another drag from his cigar, he muttered defiantly.

Blitz: "If he thinks I can't apologize, then he's so fucking wrong. I can ‘sorry’ the fuck outta people!"

Blitz paused, his thoughts drifting as he considered the last time he gave a sincere apology. His shoulders slumped, and his lips curled downward in contemplation.

Then, a grin slowly spread across his face as he remembered.

Blitz: "Fizz! Yeah, I apologized to him!"

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with the same forced grin.

Blitz: "I 'sorried' him so hard he cried.."

He took another puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him as he reimagined the moment. the memory twisted in his mind, turning his smile into a bittersweet reflection.

Blitz: "Not just him, I also apologized to- to... Uhh"

Blitz's forehead wrinkled in deep thought, his mind cycling through memories but finding no clear answer. The confrontation with Stolas replayed in his head, each of Stolas's words echoing in his mind. Blitz took a few furtive puffs from his cigar, but the once comforting scent of smoke began to feel suffocating. He took a long drag, trying to drown out the persistent thoughts, but the smoke only seemed to intensify his sense of guilt.

As Blitz’s guilt intensified, his breath became more ragged. In one swift motion, he threw the half-lit cigar out of the window, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Blitz: "I'll show him a real apology. I’ll apologize to everyone, but him! Because I don’t owe him dick!"

He slurred the words with venom, leaning to the side and opening his glove compartment. He pulled out a piece of paper and a sharpie.

Blitz: "I mean, I can totally apologize to people I’ve fucked with"

He bit his lips as he scribbled names on the paper, then lifted it to the window triumphantly, a mix of pride and bitterness on his face.

Blitz’s eyes widened in shock as the paper he was holding was suddenly torn by a bullet. He ducked down swiftly, his confusion turning to a scowl.

Blitz: "The fuck?!"

He grabbed his gun, peeping up cautiously. Scattered guns and demons lay on the ground, water pooling around them as if hit by a tsunami. Blitz scanned the area, his brow lifted in bewilderment.

Suddenly, he saw one of the demons firing erratically get struck by a high-pressure water beam, sending him flying several miles into the air. The sight left Blitz even more perplexed, his grip on his gun tightening as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Blitz eyes narrowed, trying to make out the figure causing the
commotion. The red giant towered over the fray, its metallic skin gleaming. Water shot from its palms, knocking demons aside as if they were mere toys.

The demon's attempt to shoot at the figure was futile- the bullets either bounced off or were intercepted by a water beam shot from the figure’s palm. The demon’s gunfire ceased once its clip was emptied, the shooter visibly distressed.

As the demon turned to flee, eyes
wide with terror. Blitz watched, captivated and perplexed, as the demon stumbled and ran,
slipping on the wet ground.

Blitz could see the fear in his movements. The figure, standing resilient amidst the fray, seemed to command the situation with a calm authority. Blitz remained hidden, observing intently, his curiosity piqued and his previous frustrations momentarily forgotten.

The demon, his panic palpable, slid away from a water beam that narrowly missed him. Spotting Blitz and his van, he made a beeline for the vehicle, waving urgently.

Demon: "Hey! I’m gonna need that vehicle!"

As he drew closer, he glared at Blitz, who raised his gun and aimed it directly at his head.

Blitz: "Hell no! Don’t drag me into your shit, asshole!"

Blitz's index finger hovered near the trigger, and without hesitation, he fired once, the deafening report echoed across his van and onto the street.

The bullet found its mark, penetrating the demon's forehead and fracturing the skull. Brain matter exploded backward in a shower of pinkish-gray debris, pieces of skull and soft tissue scattering like confetti.

The corpse jerked before falling and sliding across the floor, coming to rest in a pool of discharged vital fluids.

Blitz’s eyes followed the corpse rolling dramatically before noticing two feet landing with a thud beside it. The camera panned up to reveal WaterHazard, who knelt beside the body, his robotic face expressionless and immovable.

As WaterHazard rose, he glanced at Blitz with his unchanging expression. The gaze felt heavy and deliberate, as if WaterHazard was weighing the decision to hit him. Blitz, feeling the intensity of the look, tensed up, his hand gripping his gun tighter as he prepared for the possibility.

WaterHazard halted in his tracks, raising his arms defensively. His voice took on a high-pitched, robotic tone.

WaterHazard: "Dude, you’re not gonna shoot an old pal, are you?"

Blitz, momentarily taken aback, lowered his gun, eyes narrowing in confusion.

Blitz: "Huh? I don’t remember befriending your wet ass"

WaterHazard sighed dramatically.

WaterHazard: "Seriously? I’m Ben. Do I need to remind you every time I turn into an alien you haven’t seen before?"

Blitz scanned WaterHazard, skepticism written all over his face. WaterHazard pointed to the watch faceplate on his chest.

Blitz's eyes widened in recognition.

Blitz: "Ohh, right!"

Blitz chuckled, his grip on the gun loosening.

WaterHazard walked closer, shaking his head.

WaterHazard: "Did you seriously forget WaterHazard? I used him to save your building from that fire that one time"

Blitz shrugged, stepping out of the van.

Blitz: "I wasn’t paying attention, anyway, what the fuck was that about?"

Blitz pointed at the knocked-out demons. WaterHazard followed his gaze and then turned back to Blitz.

WaterHazard: "Yep, just your run-of-the-mill bad guys getting their comeuppance. You missed out on a common win of mine"

WaterHazard shrugged with a hint of pride in his voice. Blitz crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

WaterHazard: "So, what are you doing here? Other than just blowing people’s brains out, of course"

Blitz leaned against the van's door, his brows furrowing.

Blitz: "Well, dipshit, I was in the middle of something important before you showed up"

WaterHazard gaze intensified, intrigued.

WaterHazard: "Oh really? And what’s this ‘important thing’ you were up to?"

Blitz scowled, turning his head away before glaring at WaterHazard, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

Blitz: "Actually, I was on what I like to call an 'Apology Tour!'..."

There was a brief silence as WaterHazard’s lack of facial features made it impossible for Blitz to read his reaction.

WaterHazard finally crossed his arms, the clanking of metal echoing as he did so.

WaterHazard: "Apology Tour? How many people did you piss off to need a whole tour just to apologize to them?"

Blitz tapped his chin, lifting fingers one by one to count them, before frowning and closing his hand into a fist.

Blitz: "Hey! That's none of your fucking business, Fire Hydrant"

WaterHazard backed away slightly at the sudden outburst.

WaterHazard: "Honestly, though, I’m kinda impressed you’re owning up to your mistakes and actually trying"

Blitz leaned against the van, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

Blitz: "Yeah, you need to be mature like me to apologize to people who just won’t let old shit die"

WaterHazard scratched his head, looking off into the distance with a hint of suspicion. He gave a half-hearted shrug, his tone casual but probing.

WaterHazard: "You sure no one in particular made you do this?"

Blitz's eyes widened as the memories of the recent fight clawed at his mind, digging deep enough for WaterHazard to notice. The silence stretched between them, the weight of it pressing down on Blitz, who could feel the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

WaterHazard's gaze lingered on Blitz, his expression neutral, but his eyes revealing that he could sense something was off.

Blitz finally broke the silence, his voice laced with irritation.

Blitz:"It's none of your fucking business, Crab"

WaterHazard wasn’t surprised by the sudden hostility- Blitz's sharp edges were nothing new to him. But beneath that bristling exterior, Ben could sense something was being hidden. His eyes flicked over to the giant watch in the distance. It was still early, plenty of time.

He sighed, the weight of obligation pressing down on him. Helping his friends was something he felt he had to do, even if it didn’t always bring him joy.

WaterHazard: "You know what? Why don’t we make it a double? I’ve got a…"

WaterHazard hesitated for a moment, searching for a reason that wouldn’t raise Blitz’s suspicions. He knew Blitz well enough to understand that the guy was too stubborn to accept help outright.

WaterHazard: "Yeah! I have a few people I need to apologize to as well"

He tried to sound casual, hoping that Blitz would buy the excuse without pushing back too hard.

Blitz raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly.

Blitz: "Oh yeah? How many people are we talking about?"

WaterHazard's gaze hardened as he glanced back at Blitz, a hint of something in his eyes. He took a step closer, his tone more serious.

WaterHazard: "Definitely less than you, here at least. Might as well knock out two birds with one stone"

Blitz stared at WaterHazard with a skeptical frown, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His irritation was evident as he dragged his gaze up and down the drenched figure standing before him.

Blitz: "Look, I’m not fucking sure about this whole ‘let’s apologize together’ crap. I like to do it solo and not hold hands and sing kumbaya with you"

WaterHazard raised an eyebrow, his patience wearing thin but not entirely gone. He tried to keep his tone calm.

WaterHazard: "Hey, if you don’t want to do it, fine. I’m not going to beg. Just figured it’d be less of a pain if we knocked this out together"

Blitz scoffed, rolling his eyes as he glared at WaterHazard.

Blitz: "Yeah, well, if you’re gonna be a pushover about it, that’s your problem. I’m not here to make friends or hold your hand. I’ve got a list of people to deal with, and you’re not exactly on my top priority"

WaterHazard nodded slowly, clearly not surprised by Blitz’s reaction but trying to keep his cool.

WaterHazard: "I get it. I’ll just be on my way then. You don’t have to-"

Before he could finish, Blitz's gaze fell on the paper in the van with "Ben" written on it. Blitz looked thoughtful for a moment, before he facepalmed, letting out a sigh.

Blitz: "Ugh, fine. You know what? Fuck it. Let’s do this together. But don’t expect me to be all buddy-buddy about it. I’m not thrilled about this either"

He gave a half-hearted shrug, a mix of resignation and reluctant acceptance in his eyes. His tone was dismissive, but there was a hint of genuine resolve beneath it.

WaterHazard's expression brightened slightly, nodding.

WaterHazard: "Alright, thanks. I appreciate it"

Blitz waved him off with a grunt, clearly not thrilled about the idea but willing to go along with it.

Blitz: "Yeah, yeah. Just don't make it a habit. Let's get this over with"

Time Skip:

The scene cut to the dimly lit interior of a closed Fazbear restaurant. The animatronics sat silently on the stage, their eyes glinting in the darkness.

Suddenly, a series of cracks appeared in the air, growing wider until a swirling portal opened. Ben stepped through the portal, his expression serious as he surveyed the room.

Blitz lingered on the other side of the portal, leaning casually against the doorway reluctantly. He watched as Ben approached the animatronics, his gaze shifting between Ben and the mechanical figures.

The animatronics' eyes snapped to attention as Ben stepped forward. He cleared his throat, facing the mechanical figures.

Ben: "Hey guys, I’m sorry about kicking your asses last time..."

He turned to Blitz, who sighed heavily. Blitz reached behind him, grabbing something from the van and tossing it toward Ben.

Ben: "What’s better than exotic butter to make amends?"

Ben caught the basket mid-air and carefully set it down on the edge of the stage. He nodded towards it with a forced grin before turning back to Blitz, completely unaware of the animatronics slowly coming to life behind him.

As the portal behind them began to close, the animatronics, now fully operational, began to move with a mix of confusion and discontent. They started to advance toward Blitz and Ben, their frowns deepening. The portal shut with a final, echoing thud, leaving the animatronics bewildered and the scene frozen in tense silence.

Blitz grinned, a chuckle escaping his lips as he watched the portal close behind them.

Blitz: "You didn’t tell me you had beef with children’s robots"

Ben shrugged, his expression shifting to one of discomfort.

Ben: "It’s a... long story"

The scene cut to the interior of the new D.H.O.R.K.S facility, where Agent 4 and Agent 3 were deep in conversation. Agent 4 leaned against a large green, empty tube, her posture weary, head down, and shoulders slumped.

Agent 4: "Say, what happened to experiment #2732's results?"

Agent 3 sat at a control console, pressing buttons absentmindedly while sporting a grim expression.

Agent 3: "Uh, turned into a fire monster before burning to death..."

Agent 4 sighed, adjusting her shades that were slipping from her head.

Agent 4: "What about #2733?"

Agent 3 rested his head on his hand, letting out a yawn.

Agent 3: "Got engulfed by a diamond cocoon before getting liquefied inside it and leaking from the cracks..."

Agent 4 quickly straightened up, catching her shades before they fell.

Agent 4: "And #2734? I heard she had the biggest chance of success-"

Agent 3: "Turned into a blue speed demon, killed two personnel, and then got her head blown off"

Agent 4 scoffed, her frown deepening as she crossed her arms.

Agent 4: "Ugh, why is it that our new experiments always end with them either turning into horrors beyond human comprehension or becoming mindless beasts?"

Agent 3 paused, lowering the juice box he had just picked up and taken a sip from. He turned to Agent 4 with a nonchalant shrug.

Agent 3: "I dunno. But on the bright side, we're getting results now. The earlier subjects simply exploded. Now it's just a matter of the luck of the draw"

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the screen in front of Agent 3, causing him and Agent 4 to flinch, exchanging stunned glances.. The cracks widened, forming a portal through which Blitz peeked, waving casually.

Blitz: "Hey suckers, sorry about the last time"

He leaned further into the portal, casually dropping a card with the word "sorry" scrawled on it before pulling back.

Agent 4’s eyes widened with sudden anger, and she quickly shouted, her voice sharp.

Agent 4: "Get him!"

Agent 3, startled, threw his juice box and lunged towards Blitz, but was abruptly stopped by a large, red-gloved hand with a green cuff. The hand pushed him aside, sending him sliding. Agent 4's eyes widened in shock as the hand withdrew, revealing Four Arms face.

Four Arms: "Sorry, the place is reserved, but we'll be back later"

Agent 3 scrambled from the ground, but Blitz and Four Arms were already retreating through the portal, which began to close. The agents rushed towards it, but by the time they reached it, Blitz had vanished a wide grin on his face as it closed completely.

The scene cut to the Gluttony Ring, where Beelzebub's Mansion was being rebuilt. The once shattered pillars were being reassembled. Fresh stained-glass windows replaced the broken ones, casting colorful reflections across the construction site. Workers moved swiftly, some placing the roof pieces while others installed doors, laying the final touches all around, as the mansion slowly returned to its former glory.

Inside the empty party mansion, cracks appeared in the air, forming a portal that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Ben stepped out, holding a bottle, followed by Blitz, whose eyes widened as he took in the mostly complete mansion.

His eyes narrowed, impressed, before he shook his head.

Blitz: "Christ on a stick, that Bee works fast"

Ben chuckled, a grin spreading across his face as he playfully nudged Blitz with his elbow.

Ben: "Yeah, quite the un-bee-lievable feat"

Blitz stared at Ben, his expression deadpan as if the pun had physically pained him. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the portal.

Blitz: "I’ll be waiting"

He muttered over his shoulder before stepping through and letting the portal close with a sharp snap behind him, leaving Ben alone in the mansion.

Ben watched Blitz’s retreating form with a bemused expression. As the portal closed with a faint shimmer, Ben shook his head and chuckled to himself.

Ben: "Tough crowd"

Ben gave a casual shrug and muttered to himself, his tone both amused and resigned.

Ben: "Guess I’ll save the jokes for later, let me find Queen Bee first"

Ben picked up his pace, his footsteps echoing through the vast, empty mansion. He navigated through hallways adorned with freshly painted walls and intricate detailing, eyes scanning for any sign of Queen Bee.

Occasionally, the sounds of hammering and construction from outside punctuated the silence, but Ben pressed on, persistent to find her.

Finally, he reached a lavishly decorated lounge area. There, Queen Bee lay sprawled on a luxurious couch, her chin resting in her hands. Her legs were kicked up in the air, and a look of irritation on her face as she stared at the ceiling.

Queen Bee's ears twitched at the sound of Ben's footsteps approaching. Her neck snapped around, confusion and surprise etched across her face. Her eyes widened as she locked eyes with Ben.

Ben’s heart skipped a beat as Queen Bee’s head snapped around, her eyes locking onto him with a fierce glare. He took a cautious step forward, his free hand slightly raised in a gesture of peace.

Ben: "Hey, Queen Bee. I see you’re upset. I wanted to talk about what happened-"

Suddenly, a honey tendril shot up from the floor, wrapping tightly around Ben’s wrist-the one holding the Omnitrix. The tendril pulled him forward, his balance faltering as he was yanked closer to Queen Bee, who now sat up straight with an intimidating glare.

Ben winced, his eyes widening as he tried to maintain composure.

Queen Bee: "You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up after what you’ve done, bitch"

Her voice dripped with venom as she bared her fangs at Ben. He gulped, trying to muster a response, but she silenced him by pressing her hand firmly over his mouth.

Queen Bee: "I'm still talking, you know what I mean? Don't interrupt me when I'm in the middle of scolding you!"

Ben nodded frantically, making Queen Bee pull her hand away with a look of disgust.

Queen Bee: "For thousands of years, I’ve been feared and respected. No being has dared lay a finger on me without facing a gruesome death. And yet-"

Her eyes roamed over Ben’s nervous face, lingering on the Omnitrix strapped to his wrist.

Queen Bee: "A lowly human like you had the audacity to challenge me with that bizarre device that turns you into monsters? You know how pissed off I'm right now?!"

Ben took a deep breath, carefully weighing his words to avoid escalating the situation further.

Ben: "Look, I didn’t come here to cause more problems. I came to talk about what happened. If you just let me explain-”

Queen Bee’s eyes remained sharp, her anger still evident but tempered by curiosity. She slowly lowered her hand, the honey tendrils retracting as she gestured for him to continue.

Queen Bee: "Fine. Explain quickly before I lose my patience"

Ben nodded, seizing the chance to explain. He took a step closer, trying to gauge her reaction.

Ben: "The fight between me and Asmodeus, remember it?"

Queen Bee’s eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing.

Queen Bee: "Yeah, you're the asshole who knocked him out with some kind of gas"

Ben raised his hands in a calming gesture, his tone earnest.

Ben: "I only snapped back on self defense because he was the first to pick a fight with me, just because I tried to defend my friend Moxxie, who he was trying to make fun of"

As Ben spoke, Queen Bee’s eyes widened, her posture relaxing slightly but still guarded. She crossed her arms, her fingers drumming impatiently.

Ben continued, his voice steady but full of regret.

Ben: "I didn’t expect it to escalate like this or lead to all this damage. I never intended to disrespect you or cause this mess. I’m truly sorry for the damage and the trouble it caused you"

Queen Bee’s frown deepened as she processed Ben’s words. Her eyes softened slightly, and she uncrossed her arms, her expression a mix of surprise and irritation.

Queen Bee: "So you’re saying the fight with Asmodeus happened because he was being a douche towards you and your friend?"

Ben nodded vigorously, his eyes widening as he processed the new information.

Ben: "Yes! Although we’re on good terms now- wait a minute, did you seriously attack me before even knowing the context of why we fought in the first place?!"

Queen Bee shifted, looking slightly taken aback. She hesitated, her anger simmering down. Her posture relaxed slightly.

Queen Bee: "Well, I thought at first you were just one of those wannabe big shots who think they can take on Ozzie's just because they think he's the weakest sin. I didn’t realize there was more to it. Sorry for jumping the gun"

Ben met her gaze with a nod, chuckling

Ben: "Guess you got to work on your bad communication skills"

Queen Bee’s eyes narrowed, her expression darkening as she growled

Ben shrugged, raising his hands defensively.

Ben: "Hey, I was just joking. No need to get all stingy about it”

Ben’s smile faltered as he looked up at Queen Bee, his tone sincere.

Ben: "Look, we both made mistakes. I know this doesn’t erase what happened, but I’m genuinely sorry"

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he avoided eye contact, his shoulders slightly hunched.

Ben: "I shouldn’t have snuck around disguised as someone else. It wasn’t my intention to cause you any harm"

Ben shifted his stance, his eyes finally meeting Queen Bee’s with a mix of sincerity and regret.

Ben: "And if you’re not going to forgive me, at least let Blitz and Loona off the hook. They were just trying to protect me"

He raised his hands in a pleading gesture, hoping to convey his earnestness.

Ben: "Don’t hold this against them, Queen Bee"

He waited for her response, his expression a mix of hope and apprehension.

Queen Bee studied Ben’s expression for a moment, her fury gradually giving way to contemplation.

Ben felt a friendly hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Queen Bee’s expression soften slightly.

Ben felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to find Queen Bee’s expression softening.

Beelzebub: "Alright, alright. I’ll let it slide this time"

She paused for a moment, then added with a hint of a smile.

Beelzebub: "And you can just call me Beelzebub, all this formality crap is killing me"

Ben chuckled along with Beelzebub.

Ben: "The name’s Ben Tennyson, by the way, but you can call me Ben"

Beelzebub tapped her chin thoughtfully, a smirk playing at her lips.

Beelzebub: "Ben? I swear I remember it being Blitzwolfer"

Ben shifted uneasily, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ben: "Actually, that’s just the name of my transformation"

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

Beelzebub: "Huh? You name your transformations?"

Ben nodded, a bit sheepish.

Ben: "Yeah, it helps keep track of them. And when I yell their names, it strikes fear in the heart of my enemies!"

Beelzebub nodded slowly, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Beelzebub: "Hmm, I see. Shouting names to scare your enemies- kind of corny, but I suppose it works for you"

Ben rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by being called corny. He then glanced at the bottle in his hand, a moment of realization crossing his face.

Ben: "Alright, alright, I get it. Look, I brought this for you. It’s a peace offering. Hope you accept it"

He extended the bottle toward Beelzebub, who glanced at it bottle with curiosity.

Beelzebub: "Uh, what’s this?"

Ben: "It's a bottle of wine from Earth-a Rioja, to be specific. Funny story, I don't know much about alcohol, but I figured you might appreciate a nice bottle, even if it's not quite of your usual status"

Beelzebub eyes examined the label, a curious smile forming on her face.

Beelzebub: "A bottle of Earth wine? Well, this is unexpected"

Ben shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Ben: "Yeah, I was going for something classic. I hope it’s not too lowbrow"

Beelzebub’s expression softened slightly as he inspected the bottle, then glanced back at Ben.

Beelzebub: "Well, I suppose it’s the thought that counts"

Beelzebub skillfully removed the foil from the bottle, letting it fall to the ground. With a snap of her fingers, yellow magic swirled around the screw cap, lifting it with a satisfying pop as the bottle opened.

Beelzebub took a small sip of the Rioja, her face revealing a hint of surprise. She swirled the wine in the bottle, examining its color before taking another taste.

Beelzebub: "Hmm, it's... not bad, but it’s definitely on the milder side compared to what I’m used to. Hell’s wine tends to be a bit stronger"

Ben shrugged, his attempt to keep his tone light slightly faltering with a hint of irritation.

Ben: "Well, it’s definitely not some hellfire brew. Sorry they don’t sell fermented Satan’s sweat in a bottle up there, and the liquor stores down here are shady as fuck. I’m not about to come back home with a missing liver just for booze"

Beelzebub’s lips twitched into a faint, amused smirk as she regarded him.

Beelzebub: "I’ll give you points for effort"

She said, shaking her head slightly.

Beelzebub glanced back at the bottle, letting it float in the air with a flick of her magic.

Beelzebub: "It's not bad. I just think it would taste better if it were aged longer"

Ben furrowed his brow, looking puzzled.

Ben: "Aged?"

Beelzebub nodded, her tone casual.

Beelzebub: "Yeah, the longer it’s aged, the more complex the flavors become. This one's a bit young for my taste"

Ben raised an eyebrow, glancing between the bottle and Beelzebub with curiosity.

Ben: "So you're telling me wine has age, and the older it is, the better?"

Beelzebub chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she floated the bottle in front of her.

Beelzebub: "I mean, yeah, most wine operates like that"

She twirled the bottle gracefully, watching the light catch on its surface, then set it gently back down.

Beelzebub: "This one’s a bit young. Aged wines develop deeper flavors and aromas. It’s a whole different experience"

Ben scratched his head, trying to process the information, while Beelzebub’s amused expression lingered.

Ben: "I think I have something that can help"

He glanced at the Omnitrix on his wrist, lifting it up before sliding two fingers across the faceplate. A green hologram projected above it, displaying a rotating selection of alien faces.

Beelzebub watched with growing interest. She leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing as Ben scrolled through the options.

Beelzebub: "So, that’s how you transform?"

Ben nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Ben: "Neat, right? I know..."

He continued scrolling until he found the silhouette he was looking for, his fingers hovering above it for a moment. The faceplate slid open, revealing the Omnitrix's core.

Ben: "This is the part where I would have asked you if you had a favourite or should I just surprise you, but I already know who's the best for the job"

He slammed down on the core, triggering a bright green flash of light that engulfed him. Beelzebub instinctively squinted, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the sudden intensity.

Ben’s body began to morph, his skin turning shiny golden with black stripes that glistened as they hardened and expanded. His legs shortened, making running nearly impossible, and his expression went blank, his eyes glowing green with a robotic, stiff demeanor. A key-like structure sprouted from his head, complete with two holes, and his chest twisted open, revealing a transparent piece of green glass-like material. Inside, intricate gears could be seen turning and whirring, with the Omnitrix symbol glowing brightly at the center. As he transformed into...

Clockwork: "Clockwork!"

He took a moment to glance at his new form, the gears within his chest ticking away. The Omnitrix symbol gleamed on his transparent chest. He turned his blank, green robotic gaze towards Beelzebub, who was watching him with keen interest.

Clockwork: "Not your typical alien, but when it comes to messing with time, no one does it better"

He said, his voice thick with a German accent.

Beelzebub’s eyes widened with genuine interest, and a faint smile touched her lips.

Beelzebub: "You can manipulate time? Sweet, it's rare to have that kind of power in Hell since it messes with the timelines or whatever"

She gave a playful shrug, clearly intrigued by the alien's capabilities and not at all upset with Ben.

Clockwork tilted his head slightly, the gears inside him shifting with the motion. His glowing green eyes fixed on Beelzebub.

Clockwork: "Yeah, I guess you could say I have experience with screwing with the timelines. But moreover, this guy can rewind time to undo mistakes, fast-forward to see what happens next, or pause it to get a breather. Pretty handy for dealing with all sorts of situations-"

Clockwork paused, lifting his arm up.

Clockwork: "Speaking of fast forwarding, let’s give this bottle a little time twist to see how it ages"

The key on Clockwork's head whirred softly, gradually picking up speed. A green energy enveloped his hand, and Beelzebub’s expression shifted from intrigue to cautious curiosity. She took a step back as the bottle, floating in mid-air by her magic, became encased in the same green energy.

The bottle shimmered and changed color, the label aging and the liquid inside shifting in hue. Beelzebub’s eyes widened as she observed Clockwork's powers, a mix of amazement and apprehension in her gaze.

Clockwork halted, his key slowing to a stop as the green energy dissipated. The bottle floated gently back to Beelzebub.

Clockwork: "You can taste it now"

Beelzebub carefully took the bottle, her curiosity piqued. She poured a small amount into a glass, observing the rich, deep color of the now-aged wine. Taking a cautious sip, her expression shifted from skepticism to pleasant surprise.

Beelzebub: "Wow, this actually tastes much better now. It's smoother and richer"

Clockwork’s metallic gaze focused on her.

Clockwork: "I’m glad to hear that. I wasn’t sure how the aging process would turn out, so I just fast-forwarded time and hoped for the best results"

Beelzebub nodded appreciatively, taking another sip of the now-aged wine. The smooth flavor seemed to impress her even more. She settled back onto her couch, her expression thoughtful yet slightly apprehensive.

Beelzebub: "You know, with powers like yours, it’s a bit-... Say, are you some kind of Overlord or something?"

Clockwork sighed, his mechanical voice tinged with frustration.

Clockwork: "For the last time, I don’t know what this ‘Overlord’ stuff is"

Beelzebub gave a slight nod, accepting his response. She took another sip before continuing.

Beelzebub: "Well, if you’re interested in a new job, I have a position open for someone as competent as you"

Clockwork raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled, remembering his last experience with Sins and work.

Clockwork: "I’ll think about it..."

Clockwork slammed the faceplate on his chest, enveloping himself in a bright green light that transformed him into XLR8.

XLR8: "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, when you’re not chasing me, heh. But I gotta go fast now!"

In an instant, XLR8 blurred into motion, leaving behind a streak of blue and a gust of wind as he zoomed out of the mansion.

Beelzebub watched as XLR8 sped away, shaking her head with a bemused smile.

Beelzebub: "Ben is certainly something else"

She took another sip of the now-aged wine, savoring its improved taste.

Time Skip:

The scene cuts to the Lust ring. A portal cracks open in front of Ozzie’s building, and Blitz rolls out, holding a bouquet of flowers with a wide grin. He stops in front of the bouncer, offering him the bouquet with flourish, The bouncer, taken aback, raised an eyebrow, surprised, as does Ben, who is watching from the other side of the portal.

Blitz turned back, walking away with his phone out. His smile faltered and then vanished entirely as he noticed that Stolas had blocked him. With a frustrated sigh, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, clearly disheartened.

The scene transitions back to the Greed Ring, focusing on the ruined remains of Loo Loo Land. The camera pans across the shattered attractions and debris before narrowing in on a pair of intense red eyes peering through the shadows. Then revealing someone dressed in a tattered Loo Loo Land mascot suit. He sat by a flickering fire, the suit crooked wide grin contrasting starkly with the desolation around them.

Suddenly, a burnt baby carrier clattered and rolled over towards Loo Loo, its impact nudging the mascot suit. Loo Loo, startled, turned toward it just as Blitz emerged from it. He held a basket overflowing with various cheeses and a handwritten "Sorry" letter. With a sheepish grin, he shoved the basket right into the eye of the Loo Loo costume

Blitz: "Thought I’d drop by and make things right... I know it’s been rough"

The scene cuts to the Sloth Ring, inside St. An's Hospital. In an ICU room, a Baphomet demon in a white coat and glasses stands beside a bed. Lying in the bed is a figure completely encased in a plaster cast from head to toe.

The doctor adjusts his glasses, placing the clipboard on the nearby table with a clatter.

Doctor: "You know, you're fortunate to have survived such severe blunt trauma. I'm impressed our team managed to put you back together- correctly, might I add! You should be quite pleased with the outcome!"

The demon on the bed let out a long sigh, his muffled groans barely audible through the plaster cast.

A knock sounded at the door. The doctor turned and walked over, opening it to reveal a goat demon nurse with droopy eyes.

Goat Nurse: "I'm sorry to interrupt, Doctor"

The doctor gave the goat nurse a polite nod.

Doctor: "No problem at all"

He closed the door with a grin, shaking his head and chuckling as he glanced back at the bed. He shuffled back to the table, adjusting his glasses and picking up his clipboard.

Another knock echoed through the room. The doctor turned and opened the door, finding the goat nurse standing there with a slightly bored expression.

Goat Nurse: "Doctor, there are two demons waiting to meet with the patient"

Doctor: "Weird. They didn’t order a schedule, did they?"

Goat Nurse: "No"

Doctor: "Are they family members?"

Goat Nurse: "I think so?"

The doctor’s brow furrowed in concentration. He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

Doctor: "Hmm, did they pinky promise?"

Goat Nurse: "Without a doubt"

The doctor straightened up, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Doctor: "That’s good enough for me. Let them in to meet Mr. Striker. I’ll be picking something to eat"

He turned to close the door, then ambled down the hallway with a purposeful yet relaxed stride, heading towards the hospital cafeteria.

The goat nurse watched him leave, her droopy eyes half-closed as if she might fall asleep standing up.

The scene cut to the door creaking open. Striker tried to move his neck but was unable to, his plaster cast restricting his movements. He could only shift his eyes as the door slowly opened. His eyes widened in surprise as Ben stepped into the room.

Ben glanced around, taking in the sight of Striker in the cast. He gave a small, awkward wave.

Ben: "Hey, Striker. I thought I'd drop by and see how you're doing"

As Ben got closer, Striker jerked around in alarm, his muffled screams echoing from the cast.

Ben lifted his hands in a calming gesture.

Ben: "Hey, I’m not here to fight. Just came by to apologize and say sorry..."

Striker’s eyes darted between Ben and the door, his panic slightly easing as he focused on Ben’s reassuring tone. But then, Ben’s awkward grin shifted into a serious frown as he dialed the Omnitrix.

Ben: "For not hurting you further"

The scene cut to the outside of the room, where Blitz was leaning casually against the wall beside the door. The sound of the Omnitrix being slammed echoed through the hallway, followed by the unmistakable muffled scream of Striker. Blitz’s grin widened as he listened.

The scene cut to L.A, Holly's Wood, at an award show. The crowd erupted in cheers as Ben attended, looking around in confusion as to why Blitz had brought him here. Despite his bewilderment, Ben joined in the clapping and cheering.

Blitz, dressed in a blue gown and a blonde wig, dashed up to the stage, holding an award high with a triumphant smile. The board behind him flickered with the text "In Memoriam" featuring names like Brandon Rogers and the producer who had burned alive. Blitz took a dramatic bow, and the crowd continued to cheer, fully absorbed in the spectacle.

The scene cut to the Wrath Ring, where imps toiled under the relentless, scorching heat. The camera zoomed in on Millie’s parents' house, a rustic structure amidst the harsh landscape. Suddenly, cracks appeared in the air, shimmering with a strange energy as they formed into a portal. Ben stepped out cautiously, taking in his surroundings.

Blitz, who had accompanied him, lingered for just a moment before shutting the portal behind him, leaving Ben alone in the intense heat of the Wrath Ring.

Ben inhaled deeply, taking a long and rhythmic breath before slowly exhaling, trying to steady his nerves.

Ben: "Alright, no need to make this awkward… just apologize… Ugh"

He rubbed his forehead, feeling the sweat already starting to drip down his face.

Ben: "Was it always this hot?"

He muttered to himself, glancing around at the blazing sun and the dry, dusty surroundings.

Ben swiftly activated the Omnitrix, the device glowing a bright green as he cycled through the alien silhouettes.

Ben: "Who said I can't be hot while apologizing?? Fighting fire with fire"

He quipped with a smirk.

Without hesitation, he selected an alien icon and slammed down the core. In a flash of green light, Ben's human form was replaced with…

BullFrag: "BullFrag?! I said hot, not sexy!"

He examined his gloved hands through his green visors. But as the scorching heat of the Wrath Ring beat down on him, his amphibious skin was drying out fast. His long tongue lolled out of his mouth involuntarily.

BullFrag: "I don't know what you're up to, Omnitrix, but at least you didn't give me Whampire"

He muttered in a Brooklyn accent, trying to make the best of the situation despite the uncomfortable heat.

While BullFrag was busy trying to cope with the relentless heat, the door to Millie's parents' house creaked open. Sallie May stepped out, her boots kicking up a bit of dust as she walked forward. She paused mid-step when she spotted the large, imposing figure of BullFrag standing in the yard, his tongue hanging out and looking distinctly uncomfortable.

Sallie May's confusion deepened as BullFrag's earlier discomfort seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden burst of confidence. He shot her a playful grin, his green visor glinting in the sunlight.

BullFrag: "Hey, Sugar, long time no see"

He said with a wink, his deep, smooth voice carrying just a hint of mischief.

Sallie May's initial reaction was a raised eyebrow, but her eyes soon caught sight of the Omnitrix faceplate around his neck. Recognition dawned on her, and a slight blush crept up her cheeks.

Sallie May: "Well, I’ll be... that is you, Ben"

She murmured, a small bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite her lingering surprise.

Sallie May: "Since you're here... it's- uh, about last time when-"

BullFrag, with a smooth grin, cut her off, giving her a playful finger gun.

BullFrag: "That’s why I’m here, Bunny. Just wanted to say I’m sorry. No hard feelings. I was having a rough day and probably took it out on you- nothing personal"

He winked, his finger guns still aimed in her direction. Despite the intense heat drying him out, BullFrag’s demeanor remained unshaken.

BullFrag: "Phew, finally got that off my chest"

With a satisfied grin, he placed his hands on his hips.

BullFrag: "Well, see you next time-"

As he turned to leave, Sallie May’s voice stopped him.

Sallie May: "Wait, Ben-"

BullFrag spun around with a playful smirk.

BullFrag: "The name’s BullFrag. Don’t forget it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it tonight"

He winked, his finger guns still aimed in her direction. BullFrag’s smirk widened as Sallie May hesitated for a moment, her eyes narrowing.

Sallie May: "Maybe we could rearrange somethin’-"

She suddenly cut herself off, gently slapping her own cheeks as if to snap herself out of it.

Sallie May: "No, no, focus. It’s not your fault, and you don’t need to apologize for that"

Her tone softened as she looked at him earnestly.

Sallie May: "Look... back then, I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. I was just- well, I was frustrated, and it came out on you. I didn’t realize you were dealing with... all that stuff"

She glanced down, trying to find the right words, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sincerity.

Sallie May: "I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair of me to... uh, assume things about you. I didn’t know what you’ve been through. I’ve got my own issues, sure, but... I get now that it’s not just me"

She fumbled with her words, the rawness of her apology clear in her unpolished speech. She looked up at BullFrag, her eyes carrying a genuine apology despite the awkwardness of her delivery.

BullFrag blinked, momentarily stunned by the length and sincerity of Sallie’s apology. His usual confident demeanor wavered as he took in her heartfelt words.

BullFrag: "Whoa, hold up. First of all, apology accepted. Second, you really did my job for me. I’m actually terrible at this whole apologizing thing, so... thanks for clearing the air, Sallie"

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, though beads of sweat continued to drip from his brow.

BullFrag: "I gotta say, I owe you one"

Sallie blinked, a bit surprised.

Sallie May: "Huh? For what?"

BullFrag: "You made me realize that my cheesy apology wasn’t cutting it"

Sallie May, still a bit flustered, waved her hands dismissively, her blush deepening as she glanced away.

Sallie May: "I told you, you did nothing wrong for you to apologize, Froggy"

She chuckled, glancing back- only to realize BullFrag was inches away from her, catching her off guard with his towering presence.

BullFrag: "Tsk tsk tsk, that won't cut it, Bunny. I can't let the hottest thing in the Wrath Ring go with a Blitz-level sorry"

Sallie May’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning crimson.

Sallie May: "Wow, you really think so?"

He leaned in closer.

BullFrag: "I'm not just sure, I'm confident"

BullFrag flashed her a sly smile. Sallie May was momentarily stunned, her breath hitching as she felt the heat between them, but then she matched his movement, leaning in as well. Their faces were inches apart now, the air thick with anticipation. Sallie looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and longing, her heart pounding in sync with the tension between them.

Just as their lips were about to meet, BullFrag suddenly froze, his expression shifting as he sniffed the air.

BullFrag: "Hold on a second... Do you smell something cooking?"

Before Sallie May could respond, BullFrag’s face contorted in sudden discomfort. He staggered back, falling to the ground with a thud, knocked out by the heat stroke. He lay sprawled on the floor, still with that charming grin plastered on his face.

Sallie May blinked in surprise, her face going from eager to perplexed as she looked at the unconscious BullFrag

The scene cuts back to the D.H.O.R.K. facility, where sirens blared, red lights flashing throughout the halls in response to the earlier breach. The "sorry" card that Blitz had dropped sat ominously on the control table.

Agent 3, his head wrapped in fresh bandages, and Agent 4, both visibly on edge, stood with their guns trained on the card, as if expecting it to spring to life. Another agent stood nearby, tense and ready, while a priest muttered prayers, clutching a cross as he inspected the card cautiously.

Hovering behind them, looking battered and bruised, was Cletus, his eyes darting nervously between the card and the agents. The tension in the room was palpable as they all waited for something-anything-to happen.

While the agents and the priest remained fixated on the card, cracks suddenly appeared in the air behind them, forming into a portal from hell. Blitz’s hand emerged from the swirling void, tapping Cletus on the back.

Cletus flinched, spinning around just in time to see Blitz smirking as he shoved another card into his hands. Before Cletus could react, Blitz vanished back through the portal, which promptly sealed shut.

Cletus stared at the card in disbelief. The word "Cherub" was scrawled on the front in a crude, barely legible script. He hesitated, then slowly opened it to reveal a childlike drawing of himself flipping the middle finger. Below the drawing, the words "Fuck you guys, sorry, not sorry" were written in the same messy handwriting.

Cletus’s eyes narrowed, his initial shock giving way to a deep frown of defeat as he processed the message. The realization that Blitz had outmaneuvered them once again left him feeling utterly deflated.

The scene cut to the front of a house in hell, where Blitz and Ben stood. Ben looked worse for wear, with a cold towel draped over his head and his eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

Blitz glanced at the list in his hands, scanning the names of the people he'd already crossed off. His eyes settled on the last name, and he looked up at the door in front of them, a grin spreading across his face. He tucked the paper back into his pocket and walked up to the door, knocking gently.

As he backed away, waiting for a response, Blitz’s gaze shifted to Ben, who looked like he could collapse at any moment.

Blitz: "So, you're not going to tell me what happened to you in Wrath?"

Ben looked up at Blitz, water dripping from the towel on his head.

Ben: "Misstransformation... Frog out of water, then everything went black"

Blitz raised an eyebrow at Ben's cryptic words, trying to piece together what might have happened.

Meanwhile, Ben rubbed his temple, lifting his neck to get a good look at the Clock Tower in the distance. The massive structure loomed over the Pride Ring, its size ensuring it could be seen from anywhere in the city. As Ben's eyes locked onto the clock's hands, his heart skipped a beat. It was time.

Without hesitation, Ben quickly dialed the watch, his movements frantic as he prepared to leave.

Blitz: "Wait, kid! Where the fuck are you going?!"

Ben: "Sorry, Blitz, but I have to go. You're on your own!"

With that, Ben slammed the watch, and a flash of green light enveloped him. In an instant, a blue blur shot out, speeding through the streets, leaving Blitz standing there, bewildered and alone.

FastTrack darted through the streets of the Pride Ring, a streak of blue and white zipping past the towering buildings and bustling crowds. His legs moved in a rapid blur, each step propelling him forward at incredible speed. The demons of Hell were no match for his quick reflexes; as they moved, unaware of the blue blur, FastTrack weaved between them effortlessly.

On the other side of the city, a Sinner moved quietly through the streets. Dressed in attire reminiscent of Jack's, his eyes were sharp, scanning the streets. The violent pandemonium around him- demons tearing at each other, blood spilling onto the streets- did nothing to distract him. His focus remained locked on an alley across the way, a destination only he knew.

He glanced at the digital watch strapped to his wrist, the time confirming the cue he had been waiting for. Without hesitation, he set off, cutting through the madness around him.

As he moved, some demons, perhaps sensing an opportunity, attempted to lunge at him. But he was unfazed. The Sinner reached into his coat, drawing a sleek handgun in one fluid motion. The first demon that got too close met a swift end, a single shot ringing out before its body crumpled to the ground. He didn’t break stride, his eyes still fixed ahead as he continued on his path.

As the Sinner drew nearer to his destination, a sudden chill ran down his spine, his instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong. The air around him felt heavy, as if a dark presence was lurking just out of sight, waiting for him to step into its trap.

He paused, his body tensing, every fiber of his being urging him to turn back. But he quickly shook off the unease, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He couldn't afford to let fear slow him down. Steeling himself, he pressed forward, though the uneasy feeling lingered, gnawing at the edges of his mind.

At the entrance, the Sinner halted, his blood running cold as he heard the unmistakable screams of fear echoing from within. These weren’t the hollow, distant cries he’d grown accustomed to in Hell; they were raw, visceral, charged with an intensity that triggered something deep within him. For the first time in ages, a flicker of primal fear clawed at his chest, a reminder of the humanity he thought he’d left behind.

His grip tightened around the handle of his gun, the familiar weight of the weapon grounding him as he steeled himself. The fear threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed it aside, letting his instincts take over. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew his gun, the cold metal reassuring against his skin. He took a breath, forcing his heart to steady, then advanced into the darkness, the screams of the damned growing louder with each step.

As the Sinner neared the end of the alley, his steps faltered, and he came to a sudden stop. His tail dropped limply to the ground, and his eyes widened, shaking with a mixture of disbelief and dread.

The Sinner's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the scene. The severed head of the other demon he was supposed to meet lay on the ground, a sizable chunk bitten out, exposing raw tissue, bones, and brain matter oozing from the wound. The sight was enough to make his stomach churn.

Beside the macabre remains stood Alastor, his grin as wide and unsettling as ever. Dark, writhing tentacles extended from the shadows, holding the headless body aloft like a grotesque puppet. The Sinner could only watch in horror as Alastor idly licked the blood from his lips, wiping away the remnants with an almost casual grace.

Alastor’s ears twitched, sensing the Sinner’s presence before his head snapped around unnaturally fast, locking eyes with his newfound prey. His blood-red gaze held a hint of amusement, a sinister sparkle that sent a shiver down the Sinner’s spine.

Alastor: "Oh dear, you’re here quite early, I didn't have time to clean the mess, hope you don't mind it"

He remarked, his voice dripping with mock surprise.

Panic surged through the Sinner, and he blurted out the only name that came to mind in that moment of terror.

Sinner: "The Radio Demon!"

Fear gripped him, overriding any sense of fight. Without a second thought, he turned and bolted, desperate to escape..

But Alastor’s twisted smile only grew. The tentacles, now slick with the blood of their previous victim, flung the headless corpse against the wall with a sickening thud before retreating into the ground. In an instant, they reemerged, blocking the Sinner’s path and cutting off any chance of escape.

The Sinner groaned in pain, rubbing his head from the impact of the fall. He clumsily stood up, his movements sluggish as he tried to gather his bearings. But when he turned around, he froze in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as Alastor suddenly appeared in front of him as if by Teleportation. He flinched, instinctively taking a step back, but it was too late. Alastor's hand shot out like a vice, gripping the Sinner by
the neck with an ironclad hold, lifting him off the ground with ease.

The Sinner's eyes bulged, veins popping as he struggled for breath, his hands clawing desperately at Alastor's unyielding grip. His vision blurred, panic and pain clouding his
thoughts as he sputtered out a plea.

Sinner: "P-please, wh-what... do you want... from me?"

Alastor's smile never wavered, his expression twisted by amusement. He chuckled softly at the Sinner's pitiful attempt to speak, his grip loosening just enough to let the demon breathe-if only to prolong his suffering.

Alastor: "What do I want? My dear, you should feel honored'

He purred, his voice dripping with false
sweetness.

Alastor: "You're a very important pawn in what I like to call, my master plan"

His smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he tightened his grip again, savoring the Sinner's fear and helplessness. Making his struggles grow weaker.

Alastor continued, clearly enjoying
his monologue.

Alastor: "With your... unorthodox sacrifice, the rest of the pieces will follow, one by one, just as I've planned. Like dominoes, my dear... all falling into place, just for me to take hold of unimaginable power- power that your feeble mind could only dream of"

Alastor leaned in closer, his tone softening into something almost tender, but with an edge that sent chills through the air.

Alastor: "And for me to harness such power"

He whispered.

Alastor: "Someone must be trapped here, never away from my gaze. Charming, just charming, dear"

With a mockingly gentle touch, Alastor caressed the soft skin of the Simmer throat before pressing the talons firmly into the supple flesh. 
 
The Sinner struggled, choking sounds escaping his constricted vocal cords. Alastor grinned, a psychotic twitching of muscles revealing rows of yellow shap teeth. Relentlessly, he increased the pressure, the bones of the pharynx groaning under the burden. 
 
The Sinner panicked eyes bulged as he pleaded. Ignoring the pleas, Alastor clamped down harder, his sharp fingers tearing through the fragile pharynx and opening a gaping hole in the tender esophagus.

Blood gushed forth, a scarlet baptism. Alastor's appetite, whetted by the exposed flesh, sought its prey. Reaching into the freshly excavated throat, he raised the corpse's slashed neck to his lips, biting into the raw meat, and relishing the warm juices with each mouthful.

With a final, satisfied sigh, he let go of the lifeless corpse, his hunger satisfied, watching it crumple to the ground. The body hit the pavement with a dull thud, already beginning to decay under the oppressive atmosphere of Hell.

A black circle, swirling with dark energy, materialized beneath Alastor's feet. Without a second thought, he stepped into it, the darkness rising to engulf him. His form slid smoothly into the void, his presence vanishing as the portal closed behind him.

Meanwhile, FastTrack raced through the streets, his movements a blur of speed.

FastTrack: "Alright, this has got to be the place"

He skidded to a stop, eyes narrowing as he spotted the street sign with the name Jack had mentioned earlier. Despite a nagging doubt in the back of his mind that Jack might have been lying, FastTrack knew it was too late to turn back now. He had to see this through.

FastTrack skidded to a halt, his sharp reflexes allowing him to stop just before entering the narrow alleyway. A smell hit him like a freight train- thick, pungent, and unmistakably foul. His feline nose twitched in disgust, the rotting stench filling his senses.

FastTrack: "Ugh, what the fuck is
that smell?"

His bright green eyes scanned the darkened alley through his visors, a faint hint of unease creeping up his spine. The alley was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of the city.

FastTrack: "So, I bet that Jack guy already filled you in about what I'm here for..."

He exclaimed loudly, his feet tapping impatiently as he clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the empty space.

FastTrack: "You got me, this shit is freaking me out; come out so we can have a fair fight"

He smirked, waiting for a response- a voice, footsteps, anything. But as the seconds ticked by, his smirk slowly faded into a frown.

FastTrack: "You guys are really stubborn, huh? Alright, I can deal with that"

He stretched his legs, getting into position, his muscles tensing in preparation.

FastTrack: "I'll play along and come beat you myself before you can-"

FastTrack sped through the alley, his energy crackling behind him, lighting up the dark space. Suddenly, his foot caught on something slick, breaking him from his speed phase. He stumbled, losing control and sliding across the ground until he crashed into a wall with a heavy thud.

FastTrack growled, a sharp jolt of pain running up his spine.

FastTrack: "Jeez, did I just slip on a banana peel?!"

He blurted out loudly, slowly pushing himself up and rubbing a hand over his visor to clear it. But as he lifted his head, his movements froze, his body going limp as his eyes locked onto the horrifying scene before him.

It wasn’t a banana peel. FastTrack’s eyes widened in horror as he realized he had run straight through a corpse, splitting it in two with the force of his powerful legs. His breath hitched as he glanced down at his feet, his usually pristine fluffy fur and boots are now soaked in dark, dried blood. The crimson stains clung to his fur and his boots, making it feel itchy, weird, and utterly revolting.

FastTrack: "No… no way…it can't be"

His voice trembled, recoiling As the metallic scent of blood mixed with the putrid stench of decay, overwhelming his senses as he stared at the mangled body he had inadvertently created.

He felt a lump forming in his throat, but in an instant, his light-speed thinking kicked in, pushing aside the nausea and forcing him to analyze the situation. His eyes locked onto
the severed corpse, noting how the bridge between the head and body was nothing more than a thin strand of flesh and skin.

With his jaw clenched, FastTrack switched into detective mode. He took a step forward, ignoring the wet, sticky sensation that clung to his feet as he knelt beside the remains to take a closer look. His gaze hardened, scrutinizing the details- the jagged edges of the wound, the angle of the cut. It looked almost as if someone had taken a bite from the throat after choking the victim. The idea alone made him feel uneasy. Despite the overpowering scent of blood, FastTrack forced himself to stay composed, pushing through the horror to piece together what had happened.

FastTrack: "Someone must've silenced them-why? To keep me from going home? No, that’s a bit far-fetched… It must be some kind of mafia attack, yeah-yeah, that’s it!"

FastTrack swiftly got up, noting a second mangled, headless corpse with a chunk missing from the head.

FastTrack: "What the hell? Did they get attacked by Hannibal Lecter or something? Looks like the guy had himself a feast..."

FastTrack sighed, his mind clinging to the humor in his remark to keep his sanity intact. In a blur, he reappeared at the entrance, his expression unreadable.

FastTrack: "What now..."

He stood there, the seconds stretching into what felt like minutes. To him, the demons outside seemed to move at a snail's pace as FastTrack delved deeper into his thoughts, trying to piece together a new plan.

FastTrack: "Come on, Ben, you can't give up now. You never did. There has to be another way..."

He reassured himself, but the weight of reality made his shoulders slump, the grim reality of the situation pressing heavily on him.

FastTrack: "Alright, let’s think this through. Maybe I could... no, that won’t work. Maybe I could call for backup? No, wait, they’d probably be as confused as I am right now"

He paused, scratching his head, staring blankly at the mangled bodies.

FastTrack: "What if I used... Pesky Dust to read their thoughts? No, the dead can't think. Or, I could just... uh... Use WaterHazard to clea the blood? No, I'm here for information... Not power washing"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if a lightbulb had gone off above his head. He slapped his forehead.

FastTrack: "Oh, for the love of- Clockwork! Why didn’t I think of that sooner? Time travel! The one alien power I’ve been ignoring!"

In an exaggerated gesture of epiphany, he dramatically pointed to the sky as if the heavens had just revealed the answer.

His gloved hand swiftly slammed the watch faceplate, enveloping him in a flash of green light.

As the light faded, FastTrack was now replaced by Clockwork, standing tall amidst the alleyway entrance. A few nearby demons cast perplexed glances in his direction, momentarily pausing their activities. They looked especially confused when Clockwork loudly announced his name, thinking the whole light show and declaration were a bit odd. But with a collective shrug, they quickly went back to their own business, unbothered by the strange sight.

Clockwork: "I've been using this guy all over the place lately, talk about convenience"

Clockwork declared with a thick German accent, the key on his head beginning to spin in a confident rhythm. But then, as doubts crept into his mind, the key’s movement slowed in hesitation.

Clockwork: "Seriously, will this even work?"

He tapped his non-existent robotic chin, lost in thought. The more he doubted, the slower the key spun, until it was barely turning at all.

Clockwork: "Come on, get your head out of the gutter. The Ben with no watch was able to reverse a time bomb, basically reviving the dead with no experience, you can do it"

As he metaphorically hardened his gaze- given his limited range of expressions- the key on his head resumed spinning with renewed vigor, the doubts pushed aside. He was ready to act.

The green energy surged through Hell, reversing time with uncanny precision. Demons' speech played backward, their actions reversing like a film on rewind. Cars backed up in their tracks, fired bullets returned to their guns, and even the mangled bodies of demons reassembled, stitching themselves back together as if nothing had happened.

Clockwork stood there, seemingly indifferent to the colossal feat he was performing.

Clockwork: "How long do I have to keep this up? I really don't like messing with time like this"

He mused, his tone casual despite the immense power he was wielding.

He then glanced around at the unfolding chaos being undone.

Clockwork: "Guess I’ll just wait for them to pop out. They better make it quick- time waits for no one. Except, well, me"

He continued to rewind the world around him, keeping an eye out for the two sinners, hoping this wouldn’t take too long.

As Clockwork reversed time, he noticed someone stepping back from the shadows of the alley. The Sinner was moving backward, his disturbed expression and tight grip on his gun speaking volumes about whatever horrors he had just faced. Clockwork could tell that whatever had killed this man was no joke.

The Sinner suddenly froze in his tracks, his gun jerking clumsily back into its holster as a backward scream echoed through the alley, even catching Clockwork off guard.

Clockwork: "What the fuck was that?!"

Before he could think further, the Sinner drew closer, oblivious to anything around him. Sensing an opportunity, Clockwork swiftly reached out, lifting the Sinner by the back of his suit as if he were a lost kitten. As soon as Clockwork touched him, the effect of the time reversal seemed to negate around the Sinner, his colors returning to normal.

The Sinner’s eyes widened in shock, his head shaking frantically as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

Sinner: "Wait, what?! I was about to-"

He stopped, looking down and realizing he was suspended in the air. He twisted his neck around, finally noticing Clockwork, who gave a small wave with his free hand.

The Sinner’s eyes widened even further, quickly narrowing into a frown filled with spite as he brandished his gun with precision, pointing it directly at Clockwork.

Sinner: "Let me go, you pile of shit"

He fired his gun, but to his terror and confusion, the bullets stopped in midair before reversing their path back into the gun as if they had never been fired.

Sinner: "...please?"

The Sinner’s voice cracked with a mix of fear and desperation as he realized he was utterly outmatched. Clockwork simply stared at him, his robotic face unreadable, but the situation spoke for itself.

Clockwork: "Well, rude"

Clockwork muttered, the words slipping out as he waved the Sinner closer to his face, prompting a terrified scream from the man.

Clockwork: "You know, I was expecting a 'Wow, you're so cool,' or 'Can I get an autograph?' Or at least a 'Thank you, hero,' after all... I did save your life. You crooks should really work on your manners"

The Sinner, still dangling helplessly in Clockwork's grip, could only stare in wide-eyed terror, unable to muster a response.

Clockwork: "Anyway, brushing this aside, say, a little birdie told me you're housing some very dangerous trinkets. So, why don't you tell me everything you know about them?"

Clockwork's voice, while still holding a casual tone, carried an underlying menace that made the Sinner's blood run cold. The Sinner, now fully aware that there was no escape, gulped, his mind racing as he tried to figure out whether cooperating would buy him a chance at survival.

As time resumed its steady rhythm, a black circle materialized in the alleyway, and tentacles wiggled out of it as Alastor emerged.

Alastor: "Sorry to cut the show short, dear"

The tentacles retracted into the portal, which then closed behind him. Alastor turned, ready to continue his sinister plans, but his eyes widened in shock at the empty space before him.

Alastor: "Huh? Did the lads change the meeting place? This can't be right"

A dissatisfied frown twisted on Alastor’s face, his eyes narrowing with frustration. He rubbed his forehead, glancing around the deserted alleyway. Flickers of the past danced before his eyes- visions of the corpses and his former self, remnants of a time long gone. The memories seemed to linger, merging with the present and making him question what had gone awry.

Alastor: "Well, this is interesting"

He surveyed the alleyway with a hint of intrigue, his eyes flickering between the ghostly remnants of the past and the present emptiness. The corners of his mouth curled into a sly grin, as if this unexpected turn of events might present a new opportunity or challenge for him.

The scene cut back to Blitz, who was cheerfully handing a cheese basket to the owner of the house. The owner quickly closed the door, and Blitz finally let go of the forced smile he’d been wearing, walking away with a sigh of relief.

Blitz: "Finally, being all jittery towards that Southern bitch was so fucking revolting!"

Blitz tugged at his face in frustration. Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Blitz: "Huh, Stolas?"

His brows lifted in surprise at the notification.

Blitz: "Finally, his feathered ass decided to unblock me"

He swiftly opened his phone, his finger pressing the Hellenger app icon. His eyes widened and his forehead wrinkled in surprise as he saw that Stolas had sent him an image.

Blitz: "Hmm, what’s this now?"

Blitz tapped the image, his eyes narrowing as the picture loaded. It revealed a card reading "Anti Blitzø Party," being held by Stolas.

Blitz’s face darkened, his eyes twitching with rage. He quickly typed a reply to Stolas, his fingers moving rapidly over the screen before shouting what he wrote aloud.

Blitz: "Stolas, what the fuck is the meaning of this? Who's the stupid ass bitch that made this?"

He sneered, his lips thinning with anger as he impatiently scanned the three dots indicating Stolas was typing, before the reply finally came through.

"The person who orchestrated the party is Verosika. See you there ;)"

Blitz’s eyes blazed as he read Stolas’s reply. He slammed the phone back into his pocket, his anger palpable.

Blitz: "Yeah, see you at the party, my ass. What does that dick-sucking whore think she is?!"

He stormed towards his van, muttering curses under his breath as he fumed. The van’s door slammed shut behind him, and he started it up, his frustration driving him forward.

Blitz: "I mean, who did she even invite besides him? It’s not like I fucked that many people. That bitch is delusional"

Blitz glanced up at the rearview mirror, his own reflection glaring back at him as he tried to steady his nerves.

Blitz: "Seriously, what’s she gonna do? Throw a pity party for all the ret- losers who are bitter they couldn't tie this ass down?! Get real"

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyes narrowing as he spoke to himself, trying to shake off the creeping anxiety.

Blitz: "She’s just trying to get under my skin. Well, it’s not gonna work. I’ve dealt with worse... Way worse"

Blitz’s gaze lingered on the mirror a moment longer before he yanked the van into gear, pulling out of the driveway with a roar of the engine.

Blitz: "Yeah, I’ll  fucking show up just to see her face when I’m not fazed. This party’s gonna be a disaster for her, and I’ll get the last laugh! I'm too much imp to simp baby!"

On Earth, the dark night sparkled with houses decked out in cobwebs, eerie lights, and pumpkins. The streets were alive with the excited laughter of children dressed in costumes ranging from classic monsters to beloved characters.

Two kids, one in a red demon costume and the other a clown, strolled down the street comparing their trick-or-treat spoils.

Demon Kid: "Man, this has been the best Halloween ever! Look at all this candy!"

He waved his overflowing bag in the air, showing off a mountain of colorful wrappers.

Clown Kid: "Eh, I dunno. All I got was a half-eaten apple and-"

He reached into his bag and fished around, pulling out a crumpled baggie.

Demon Kid: "And what?"

He leaned in closer, his excitement turning to curiosity.

Clown Kid: "And a bag of cocaine"

He held up the baggie with a shrug, looking as nonchalant as possible.

Demon Kid’s jaw dropped, and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening with shock.

Demon Kid: "Wait, what?! Are you serious?"

Clown Kid shrugged, looking equally bewildered.

Clown Kid: "Yeah, I thought it was weird too. But hey, free candy's free candy, right?"

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the air across the street from the two kids, swirling into a portal from Hell. Blitz’s van roared through the opening and screeched to a halt right in front of them. The tires skidded, and with a loud crunch, the van ran over a Jack-O'-Lantern.

The pumpkin exploded into a shower of green goo, splattering across the pavement. The kids stared at the mess in shock, their eyes then drifting up to the rolled-down window of the van, where Blitz’s scowling face appeared.

Blitz: "Hey, kids, you know where I can find 666 South Maple Avenue?"

The Clown kid glanced at the Demon kid, who shrugged in bewilderment before pointing down the street.

Demon Kid: "Uh, yeah, it’s that way, fellow demon dude, sick costume!"

An old man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clad in a black short and yellow glasses costume. He ambled over, placing a hand on the Demon kid’s shoulder with a cheerful grin, then turned his gaze to Blitz.

Old Geezer: "Hey there, happy Halloween!"

He adjusted his glasses, squinting at Blitz with a mix of curiosity and mild disapproval.

Old Geezer: "Oh, looks like you missed a spot, buddy"

He pointed at a large, scarred white patch on Blitz’s face, which sharply contrasted with his red skin. The old man’s gaze lingered on the blemish with an almost comedic level of scrutiny.

Blitz’s face flushed deeper, his frown deepening into a scowl. His lips curled down in annoyance as he took in the old man's unsolicited critique.

Blitz: "Yeah, thanks for the tip. That's my face, in case you hadn’t noticed"

With a frustrated snort, Blitz slammed his foot on the pedal, the van roaring to life. He threw a final glare in the rearview mirror at the old man, who waved with an oddly cheery goodbye. Blitz sped off, tires screeching, his anger simmering as he headed toward his destination.

Meanwhile, inside the venue, the Halloween spirit was in full swing. The space was decked out with a wild array of decorations; spider webs, eerie fog, and grinning pumpkins scattered everywhere. Colorful lights flickered in sync with the pounding music, casting vibrant hues over the room. Hellborns of all shapes and sizes, dressed in costumes, filled the space. They danced, drank, and reveled in the fun, the atmosphere was electric with excitement.

Stolas had just arrived, his shoulders already slumped, the corners of his beak curled down, and his eyes drooped with fatigue. The usual regal demeanor was absent, replaced with a weary expression that made him seem out of place among the lively crowd. His gaze wandered aimlessly as if he was already regretting stepping foot into the venue.

He stopped in the middle of the party, his eyes sweeping across the scene. All around him, people danced and celebrated, the only thing they shared with him was a mutual disdain for Blitz.

He sighed, the noise of the party fading into the background as he contemplated his decision. Was showing up just to piss off Blitz really worth it? The energy around him buzzed with animosity and revelry, but a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. For a brief moment, he wondered if joining this crowd, united by little more than shared resentment, was enough of a reason to be here.

Squeezing through the partygoers, Stolas slowed his pace as he reached a less crowded corner of the room. He passed by two demons passionately sharing a kiss, stealing a few glances before leaning against a wall beside a desk and a door to another room.

He picked up a plastic red cup and a wine bottle from the desk, gracefully pouring himself a drink. The liquid swirled in the cup as he stared into it, a faint sigh escaping his beak.

Stolas: "The one night a year when spirits can rise among the living, and it's wasted on celebrating mutual pettiness"

He took a sip, the bitterness of the wine matching his mood as he gazed into the crowd, his thoughts far from the revelry around him.

An Incubus in a sailor costume overheard Stolas and turned toward him, his face twisting in confusion.

Sailor Incubus: "Uh, what?"

Stolas’s eyes widened, startled that someone had heard him. He quickly turned his head toward the Incubus.

Stolas: "Oh! Nothing! I was just talking to myself!"

The Sailor Incubus rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his drink before tossing the empty plastic cup aside.

Sailor Incubus: "Cool, man, I wish I was you"

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he walked away, leaving Stolas standing there, flustered and alone.

The scene shifts to the depths of Hell, specifically the Greed Ring. Unlike the chaotic Pride Ring, the Greed Ring is steeped in a different kind of darkness. The sky above is a sickly green, radiating the essence of Greed and Sin. Below, the streets are not filled with frenzied maniacs but rather with more calculated hellborns.

Gang members and mafia figures dominate the scene, their presence imposing and dangerous. Though they keep things under control, it’s only when it serves their own interests. The atmosphere is tense, with an underlying sense of order maintained by the constant threat of violence, each demon navigating the streets with caution, aware of the unspoken rules that govern this ruthless part of Hell.

The scene zooms in on an isolated district within the Greed Ring, revealing a massive warehouse at its center. Semi-trucks come and go in a steady stream, their headlights cutting through the dim light of the surrounding area. The warehouse itself looms large, its metal exterior rusted from generational usage, a hub of activity and secrecy.

At the main entrance, two Imps stand guard, their postures rigid and alert. They exchange wary glances with each passing truck, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble.

A transparent silhouette drifted past one of the Imps, who was absentmindedly fiddling with his rifle, lost in a daydream of gunning down an imaginary foe. The silhouette paused behind the second Imp, the one who stood more tense, his eyes constantly scanning the area.

Without warning, an invisible grip tightened around the tense Imp, causing him to jolt in surprise. A transparent hand clamped over his mouth just as he was about to scream, muffling the sound before it could escape. His eyes widened in panic, but his struggles were futile- he was caught, and whatever had him was not letting go.

The transparent figure's skin gradually became more visible, revealing Big Chill, a being the Imp had never encountered before. The sight of Big Chill, with his eerie green eyes gleaming, only heightened the Imp's anxiety.

Big Chill: "You seem tense. Want me to cool you down?"

Big Chill's voice was a chilling whisper, each word accompanied by small puffs of cold air.

The imp's breath hitched as Big Chill's icy words lingered in the air. The eerie cold from Big Chill's breath froze small patches of the imp’s skin, sending a shiver of fear down his spine. His eyes remained locked with Big Chill's glowing green ones, unable to look away.

The cold air creeping from Big Chill's presence finally broke through the daydreaming Imp's trance. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the towering 6'3" moth-like creature looming behind his colleague, its hand clamped firmly over the other Imp's mouth.

The stunned Imp quickly shook off his disbelief, raising his weapon with a shaky hand and pointing it at Big Chill.

Imp: "Let him go, you ass fuck!"

The imp, aimed his rifle with trembling hands. He squeezed the trigger, sending a burst of bullets towards Big Chill, who stood menacingly behind his colleague.
But as the gunfire erupted, Big
Chill's form suddenly became
intangible, his figure flickering and
fading out of existence.

The bullets tore through the air, finding their unintended target. The second imp, caught completely off guard, was riddled with bullets, his body turning onto a grotesque mass of holes and blood.

The imp's eyes widened in horror as he watched his partner crumple to the ground, lifeless.

Big Chill reappeared in front of the imp, a cold frown etched on his face.

Big Chill: "Talk about friendly fire"

The imp scowled in anger, his hand quickly drawing a knife. He flipped it in the air and lunged at Big Chill, aiming to slit his throat.

In a flash, Big Chill’s reflexes kicked in. He slashed the imp's throat with a swift, icy motion, knocking the air out of him instantly. Without missing a beat, Big Chill followed up with a powerful punch, the impact resonating with a sickening crack. The imp was sent sprawling to the ground, blood pouring from his nose as he lay unconscious.

Big Chill turned towards the door, his hands gripping the massive handles. With a firm push, the giant doors creaked open. As the door swung wide, the Omnitrix beeped a in red. As Big Chill stepped through, and the door closed behind him. A blinding red light enveloped him.

As the light from the Omnitrix faded, the room fell into stunned silence. The imps and shark demons, initially caught off guard, stared at Ben with a mix of confusion and hostility. Ben glanced down at himself and then at the watch, his expression turning to one of dismay.

Ben: "Oh, you have to be kidding me"

The imps and shark demons, who had been lounging around a table, jumped to their feet, their growls and snarls filling the room. Ben offered them a crooked smile, trying to maintain a facade of casual confidence.

Ben: "What's cracking?"

An irate imp stepped forward, his patience wearing thin.

Imp: "Who the hell are you?!"

Ben's smile widened, though his eyes remained sharp.

Ben: "Fuck you, that's my name!"

Imp: "Oh, we got a funny guy here,
eh?!"

The imp sneered, grabbing a bottle from the table by its neck. With a sharp crack, he smashed it against the edge of the table, creating a jagged shard of glass. He leveled it at Ben with a menacing grin, while the other demons around him drew their weapons, ranging from guns to knives.

Imp: "Let's see how funny you'll be
with this jammed in your throat!"

The imp charged at Ben, brandishing the broken bottle. Ben's sharp eyes tracked the demon’s movements as he assumed a defensive stance. As the imp closed in, Ben reacted with precision, delivering a swift kick to the demon's knee joint. The imp howled in pain and collapsed to the ground. Without hesitation, Ben disarmed him and, using the broken bottle, struck the imp over the head, rendering him unconscious.

Sweet ran down Ben's face as shallow breaths escaped his chest.

Ben: "Shit, I'm really rusty"

His eyes quickly caught the blur of another demon lunging with a knife. Instinctively, Ben lifted his arms to shield his face. The blade sliced through the back of his forearm, blood splattering from the wound as the knife glittered in the dim light. Ben gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw to suppress the pain.

Ben swiftly sidestepped to evade another slash, then seized the opportunity to strike back. As the demon exposed himself with the failed second slash, Ben delivered a powerful hook to his face, causing the demon to drop the knife, which clattered to the ground as he clutched his face in pain.

Without hesitation, Ben knelt down, snatching the knife, then stood and flipped it to the blunt side. He swung it with precision, landing a solid blow to the demon’s temple. The impact knocked the demon out cold, sending him crumpling to the floor.

Ben quickly glanced at his forearm, wincing as he saw the blood trickling down.

Ben: "Oh, come on, that was my video game arm. Just great"

Before Ben could search for something to bandage his injury, another demon charged at him. Ben swiftly slid under the demon's feet, causing him to grab at thin air. As the demon stumbled forward, Ben took the opportunity to shove him from behind, sending him sprawling to the ground. Without hesitation, Ben followed up with a powerful kick to the back of the demon's head, knocking him out cold.

Ben’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced back and saw two demons aiming their guns directly at him. Without missing a beat, he spun around and sprinted down the corridor, bullets whizzing past him and hitting the walls with sharp cracks. He darted through the maze-like interior, his mind racing for a way to escape the deadly chase.

Ben cast a few anxious glances behind him, seeing the two demons still hot on his trail, their guns blazing. To make matters worse, more demons were joining the pursuit, closing in from behind. He pushed himself harder, adrenaline surging through him as he desperately searched for an escape route.

Ben's eyes locked onto a cart full of stacked boxes ahead. A smirk spread across his face as he sprinted toward it, his plan forming quickly. He reached the cart and, with a powerful heave, toppled it over. Boxes tumbled out into a mess, creating a makeshift barrier. Demons slipped and skidded on the spilled boxes, falling over each other as they tried to regain their footing. The commotion caused more demons to stumble, tripping over their fallen comrades in the tangled mess of boxes.

Ben laughed at the commotion as he ran, his confidence momentarily soaring.

Ben: "Someone should put a sign there before more of you fall ov-"

He was suddenly cut off by a punch to the jaw, the force stopping his momentum and sending him crashing to the ground. He looked up to see a shark demon grinning down at him, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

Shark Demon: "End of the road, bitch"

The shark demon’s sharp teeth glinted in the dim light as he loomed over Ben, ready to finish the fight.

Ben scrambled to his feet, his mind racing for a strategy. He glanced around, his eyes darting from the scattered boxes to the nearby shelves stacked with tools and supplies.

Ben: "Hey, you know, I always wanted to know if sharks could dance! Let’s see if you can do the cha-cha while dodging this!"

He grabbed a nearby loose rope and, with a quick flick of his wrist, threw it towards the shelves. The rope snagged on a box, pulling it down and crashing over the shark demon’s head. The demon staggered, his eyes flashing with anger.

Shark Demon: "You think this is funny?"

The shark demon lunged at him, its powerful frame making every movement look menacing. Ben nimbly dodged a swing from the shark demon, his agility outpacing the brute force. He ducked behind a stack of boxes and peered out with a grin.

Ben: "Oh, I’m just getting started!"

Ben swiftly moved from his hiding spot as the demon flung the boxes away in frustration. He grabbed a canister of oil from a nearby shelf and hurled it across the floor, creating a slippery hazard. The shark demon slid and struggled to keep his footing, flailing wildly.

Ben seized the opportunity, grabbing a metal pipe and swinging it at the demon's legs.

Shark Demon: "You think this is going to-"

Before he could finish, the swing made him lose balance, and he slipped on the oil, sprawling out on the ground. Ben leaped on top of him, pinning him down.

Ben: "I guess you can’t dance, huh? Well, nighty-night, fishy"

With that, Ben used the metal pipe to knock the demon out cold, hitting him repeatedly until he was unconscious. Ben stood up, panting slightly and surveying the chaotic scene he’d created.

Ben: "Well, that went swimmingly. Now, where’s the real party?"

Ben’s eyes widened as he was suddenly grabbed from behind and hoisted into the air. The powerful grip squeezed him tightly, leaving him struggling to break free.

Demon: "You called?"

Before Ben could react, another imp joined the fray. The imp began raining blows down on him, each punch landing with sickening thuds. Ben grunted and winced with each hit, his face contorting in pain. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth, staining his clothes.

The demon holding him twisted his grip, causing Ben to choke and gasp for air.

Ben: "Two V One? D-dont you...ugh, It's a little unfair?!"

The imp’s kicks were brutal, each one causing Ben to cry out in agony. His head whipped back with every strike, blood splattering against the concrete floor. The imps’ blows left dark bruises and welts on his skin, and Ben’s vision began to blur from the relentless assault.

Ben’s breaths were ragged, each gasp punctuated by a grunt of pain. He tried to maneuver his body to avoid the worst of the blows, but his movements were weak and ineffective under the continuous assault.

Ben: "Stupid... Watch...ugh!"

A particularly vicious punch landed squarely on Ben's jaw, causing a fresh burst of blood to spill from his mouth. His head snapped back violently, and a sharp pain radiated through his skull as the back of his head slammed hard into the demon's face who was locking him in place. Blood gushed from the demon nose as he staggered, letting go of him and backing away, clearly dazed.

Ben collapsed to the ground, his body barely responding as he fought to stay conscious. His vision swam, and his breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps. He could feel the cold, hard floor beneath him, every bit of his energy draining away. But this was his chance- he couldn't afford to give up now.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Ben forced himself to roll over and push against the ground. He managed to scramble toward the demon who had been holding him, the one now recovering from the shock of his blow. With a last burst of adrenaline, Ben lunged at the demon, tackling him to the floor.

The two of them crashed down, Ben’s weight driving the demon’s head forcefully into the edge of a metal shelf. The sharp metal edge collided with the demon’s skull with a sickening thud. The demon’s eyes glazed over, and he went limp, knocked out cold.

Ben lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath. He took a moment to gather himself, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving him exhausted and battered. Despite the pain coursing through his body, he managed a shaky grin, knowing he had bought himself a precious moment of respite.

Ben: "Guess I’m not done yet..."

The moment of respite was abruptly shattered as the imp who had been pounding on Ben earlier stormed back into view, his face twisted in a furious snarl. Seeing his comrade knocked out cold fueled his rage. He snatched up a bloody knife from the floor, its blade glistening with crimson droplets.

Ben attempted to push himself up, but a sharp, agonizing pain shot through his side, making him freeze in place. His attempt to rise only added to his torment, giving the furious imp all the opportunity he needed. The demon lunged at Ben with the knife, its wicked edge aimed directly at Ben's face.

With a desperate gasp, Ben threw his arm up, catching the imp's knife just inches away from his face. He gritted his teeth, straining every muscle as he fought to hold the knife back, the demon’s snarls growing louder as he pushed with all his might. The blade pressed closer to Ben’s face, each inch feeling like an eternity.

Ben's breath came in harsh, ragged bursts as he strained to hold back the demon’s relentless knife. Despite his desperate effort, his battered body began to betray him. The adrenaline that had fueled him was slowly draining away, leaving him feeling weaker by the second. His eyes were half-closed, vision blurring, and the sharp point of the knife inched shakily closer to his face.

Each movement of the blade felt like torture, its menacing edge drawing nearer to his eyes. Ben’s strength waned, his grip weakening. The pain was almost unbearable, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he fought against the inevitable.

As the knife’s edge neared Ben’s face, his Omnitrix suddenly glowed with a vivid green light, starkly contrasting the earlier red. The imp, caught off guard by the unexpected brilliance, momentarily loosened his grip.

Ben’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and frustration, not at the watch’s functionality but at its delayed response. With a final burst of effort, he maneuvered the hand with the Omnitrix closer to his face while still struggling to hold the knife back with the other hand.

In a swift, desperate move, Ben used his mouth to select an alien form and slammed his chin onto the Omnitrix core. The familiar bright green light engulfed him, flashing in a split second and consuming the entire scene.

Ben’s body expanded, his skin taking on a yellowish hue. His fingers elongated into four-fingered claws, and his legs shortened into stubbier forms, each ending in three claws. His clothing vanished, replaced by a pair of black briefs with a dark-green metal waistband adorned with bolts.

His head morphed into an indescribable eldritch horror beyond human comprehension, a dark green helmet with two menacing horns covering his features. The helmet had bars resembling a cage door, leaving only his eerie green eyes visible through them. His armor connected to the helmet, wrapping around his shoulders and extending halfway down his chest, while chains linked the armor to his briefs. As he transformed into...

Toepick: "Toe…pick…"

Toepick’s grip on the knife tightened, and with a simple squeeze, he shattered the blade into two pieces, the metal bending under his newfound strength. The Imp's eyes widened in terror at the sudden transformation.

Imp: "W-what the hell are you?!"

Toepick rose slowly, his massive form shifting and adjusting, making his movement cumbersome but formidable. The Imp sneered, trying to muster some confidence.

Imp: "I don’t care what you’ve turned into, you still have a slim chance of fucking with me"

The Imp lunged at Toepick, but before he could land a punch, green gas began to seep from the bars of Toepick’s helmet. The gas hissed and swirled, causing the Imp to stumble in confusion and surprise.

Toepick stepped forward, his heavy movements creating an imposing presence. The Imp’s gaze was drawn to Toepick’s helmet as the cage bars slowly began to part, revealing his face. The helmet’s opening grew wider, exposing Toepick’s eerie, glowing eyes.

The Imp’s eyes locked onto Toepick’s face- an eldritch horror beyond any earthly or infernal comprehension. The visage defied description, a grotesque and alien nightmare that twisted the very fabric of sanity.

A visceral shiver crawled down the Imp’s spine, his entire body going rigid with terror. His once vibrant red skin and even clothes drained of color, turning a sickly shade of white. The hairs on his body stood on end, as if trying to escape the unnameable dread emanating from Toepick.

The Imp’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream before he finally found his voice.

Imp: “G-get away from me! What are you?!”

His voice cracked with pure, unadulterated fear as he stumbled backward, desperately trying to escape the horrifying sight that seemed to warp reality itself.

The Imp, overwhelmed by raw, primal fear, stumbled backward and tripped over his own tail. He fell to the ground, his eyes wide and unblinking as he tried to scramble away from Toepick. His jaw trembled uncontrollably, the sight of Toepick’s indescribable face striking at the very core of his sanity.

Toepick loomed closer, the eldritch horror radiating an aura of malevolence that only deepened the Imp’s panic. The Imp’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his sanity shattered, replaced by a visceral, almost animalistic terror as he scrambled away, his body shaking with uncontrollable dread.

The Imp’s screams cut off abruptly as he collapsed to the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth. His body convulsed briefly before going still, unconscious from sheer terror.

Toepick surveyed the fallen Imp with a cold detachment, the bars of his helmet clanging shut with a finality that echoed through the warehouse. His eerie green eyes flickered in the dim light, taking in the wreckage and the faint groans of the other defeated demons. The only other sound was the steady hum of the machinery.

For a moment, Toepick stood still, letting the silence settle around him. Then, with a heavy, almost resigned sigh, he started to move forward, each step making a dull thud as he made his way deeper into the warehouse.

He stopped in front of a closed door with a sticky note slapped onto it. Squinting, he fumbled with his large, clumsy fingers, trying to grab the small note. After a few awkward attempts, he finally managed to peel it off and brought it closer to his eyes, struggling to read it. The note simply read, "Keep out."

Toepick rolled his eyes before flicking his arm to discard the note. It stuck to his arm, stubbornly clinging as he waved it once, then twice. Finally, on the third wave, the note flew off.

Turning to the door, Toepick grabbed the handle, only for it to crack and break off in his hand.

Toepick: "S...trong..."

His voice rumbled low, a faint echo in the quiet warehouse as he stared at the broken handle in his hand, his blank expression slowly shifting into a mix of mild surprise and frustration. The handle, now just a twisted piece of metal, dangled from his oversized fingers.

He tossed the handle aside with a clatter, then turned back to the door. With a resigned sigh, he pushed against it gently, the heavy door creaking open under the pressure.

Toepick lumbered forward, stepping through the doorway, the room beyond cloaked in shadow. His eyes, glowing faintly green, scanned the darkness as he ventured deeper into the unknown.

He suddenly paused, feeling something soft brush against the skin on his feet. Bending over slowly, Toepick grabbed the pile of clothes beneath him and swept them away with a single motion. Beneath the discarded garments, rows of neutronium batteries were revealed, neatly stacked and hidden out of sight.

Toepick: "F...finally"

Toepick mumbled in his difficult-to-understand tone before the Omnitrix emitted a familiar beep, glowing bright red. The light filled the room, washing over Toepick as he transformed back into Ben.

Ben glanced down at his body, relieved to see that his injuries had healed. He lifted his forearm, inspecting where the cut had been, and then raised his shirt to check his chest, which was now free of any bruises or slices. Satisfied, he let the shirt fall back into place.

Ben lifted his hands in a prayer gesture, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief.

Ben: "Thank you, Azmuth, for finally making this watch heal after transforming. Really saved me from the headache of explaining all this to the others back at the hotel"

He grinned, lowering his hands with a chuckle, as the weight of the moment lifted from his shoulders.

Ben bent over, his hand brushing over the lithium batteries with a mix of excitement and relief.

Ben: "Now I'm one step closer to going back home... home..."

His smile turned bittersweet as the word echoed in his mind. He began picking up the batteries, his movements slowing as memories of home flooded back, the smile on his face now tinged with longing.

The scene cut back to the venue on Earth. The door swung open, revealing the lively party inside, with Blitz stepping out and closing the door behind him. His eyes were dull and vacant, reflecting a conversation that clearly hadn't gone well with Stolas inside.

He trudged away from the venue, his steps heavy with a mix of despair and emptiness. When he reached the van, he opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind him with a weary sigh. He slumped into the driver’s seat, resting his head back and rubbing his face in frustration.

His fingers fumbled with the radio, hoping for something to match his mood. Instead, the upbeat strains of a Verosika song blared from the speakers, a stark contrast to his somber state. With a defeated groan, Blitz let his head fall onto the steering wheel, the persistent beeping of the van filling the van.

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