Hey guys, new chapter is here! I felt well enough to get it done. I know I said there was going to be an appearance of Rachmiel again, but I decided to put him for next chapter instead. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

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Millie honestly knew she wasn't an average child by any means growing up. She was a psychopath, and she didn't hide it nor feel ashamed about it. It was just what Satan made her be. While all demons were bloodthirsty, Millie seemed to be more violent than others and enjoyed it so much that it was often similar to sex in her mind. She always killed something nearly every day from a very young age, from animals to hobos to bullies to even her older cousin's boyfriend when he cheated on her for another guy. She was proud of that one, and to her knowledge, they still hadn't found their bodies.

Of course, her being a blood-spilling knife-wielding maniac did come with a few setbacks. For one, she didn't have many friends and even less luck in the boyfriend department. The few times she had one or slept with someone was because they just wanted to try their dick in crazy. Well, Millie made sure they had no dicks afterward with a few slices and dices. After graduating from high school, Millie decided to head into the city to try and make it big as a big-time assassin, only to learn that her parent's warnings about how imps were seen by the rest of Hell turned out to be true. Not only was she getting meager jobs with shitty pay, but the only people who hired her were imps or the occasional sinner. It was boring and was eating her savings faster than she liked.

Luck struck when she met Blitz looking for assassins to join his new company. She had worked with him a few times and knew his reputation, so they had an excellent start, but what really got her to join was Moxxie. He looked so different from most imps and so sophisticated that she was genuinely curious about him. Over time, that curiosity fell into feelings, and romance bloomed between them. A romance that Millie wouldn't trade for anything in all of Hell. Especially since their love would give them a bundle of joy in nine to ten months. While rubbing her stomach, wondering when she would get her first bump, Millie continued to listen to her mother talk about homemade recipes she needed to cook for their child if she was to have a healthy baby.

Rolling her eyes, Millie decided she had enough of increasing the phone bill and said, "Ma, how about Moxxie and I come over next week, and you can give me the list of them instead of just yapping on the phone?"

"Well, I'd say that sounds mighty better. We can have a baby shower and invite the whole family!" Lin said on the other line. "You can even bring that husband of yours too."

Sighing, Millie shook her head, "Ma, haven't ya accepted him yet? He's going to be the father of your grandchild. And I told ya he helped us rescue Blitz from those Goetia demons who kidnapped him."

"You still haven't explained the full story behind that yet. Why did they capture him?"

Millie bit her lip. While it wasn't news that Blitzo went missing, everyone involved in saving him kept it to a kidnapping story to a rival Goetia faction that wanted to hurt Prince Stolas. "It's not important. But Moxxie's more than proved himself. Can't you give him a chance?"

"Millie, I know you love him, and I recognize he's a sweet man. But that's just it. He acts too sweet, and I just got a feeling there is more to him he just hasn't told you yet," Lin said with a heavy sigh. "Everyone's got a secret, and that's my only issue with him. Yer father and siblings just think he's weak, but for me? He's hidin' something. Something he hasn't told you yet. We know very little about him save that his parents died, took courses in music, and that's it."

"That's silly, Ma," Millie chuckled as she shook her head. "Moxxie's never lied to me and never kept a secret. He's as open like a book."

A knock on the door alerted the imp that she had company. "I gotta go, Ma. Talk later."

Hanging up, Millie walked over to the door and opened it, thinking it was her husband, only for it to be a complete stranger she had never seen before. He was taller than her but only short by a few inches of being Blitzo's height. He had long wavy white hair with a young chiseled face that was something out of a male model's magazine, and yet Millie saw a familiar set of chin, eyes, and cheekbones that reminded her of her Moxxie. His clothing made him stand out due to him wearing a long dark green unbuttoned trenchcoat, black leather pants, a gray and black dotted pocket vets with a pocket watch in the upper right pocket hanging by a golden chain. He had a long sleeve colored white undershirt and an emerald green tie with a white outlined snake slithering on its base. All of which looked expensive with a sense of taste that most imps didn't have.

"Um, can I help you?" Millie asked, looking at the stranger with confusion.

"Mildred? Moxxie's wife?" The imp stranger asked with a soft smile.

"Who wants to know?" Millie asked, slowly reaching for her knife behind her back.

Stepping forward, the imp chuckled and said, "My name is Tyson, and, well, I hope you are his wife. Because I've been dying to meet my sister-in-law for a long time."

***

Stolas honestly detested Pentagram City. The poor place had fallen into a complete and utter shithole around a hundred years ago ever since the powers that kept the once-great city died mysteriously in what was known as the Blue Night Massacre. Since then, the city had been taken over by the worst and depraved demons ever since. Many considered Pentagram City to be the "Chicago" of Hell. The crime and corruption were the worst, and some of the most deplorable actions were done here, including the sick and twisted activities of the infamous Overlord known as Valentino. A figure that Stolas had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting a few times and felt dirty afterward.

He still didn't understand why Princess Charlie started her Hazbin Hotel here of all places when there were plenty of better and safer cities to choose from. Stolas could only reason she wanted to create a home for those who needed help the most. If so, she had her work cut out for her. It pained Stolas that he couldn't tell the princess of the actual plans to save Hell's population via the new Hells being made, but Lucifer made it under strict orders not to have his daughter know of the project for some reason. Stolas sometimes wondered what the complicated relationship between Lucifer and Charlie was like, but he figured it was none of his business anyway. Plus, Lucifer probably wouldn't want someone poking into his affairs.

Even though he loves poking himself into other people's, Stolas thought bitterly.

Heaven had given him a simple and clear objective: support the Hazbin Hotel program in whatever manner possible while making sure Charlie was safe. Despite their issues with their brother, the other prime archangels cared about their niece's well-being despite never meeting her once in their lives. Stolas thought about what actions he could take, and after some time thinking about it, he decided to give the simple stuff for now while working on more complex outcomes. It was clear that 'salvation' was the goal of the Hotel, but Stolas wouldn't know how to achieve that if you gave him every copy of the Bible ever made.

Fortunately, I have someone coming who can help with that, Stolas thought as his mind turned to the Spirit Healer, Rachmiel. While his primary purpose was to focus on healing Blitzo, that didn't mean he couldn't be used to help Stolas get the Hazbin Hotel working correctly. After all, if anyone knew what it meant to achieve salvation in the eyes of God, it was one of his angels. And somehow, I doubt he'll mind doing it. Dr. Rachmiel seems the kind of person who would help anyone for the sake of it.

"We're here, sir," Leon, his imp driver, said before getting out and walking around to open the doors for his master. "Shall I accompany you inside?"

"No, Leon. Wait for me here," Stolas ordered before making sure his outfit was presented right. He was meeting royalty, after all. He walked over to the other side of the street and looked at the strange building that was the Hazbin Hotel. It looked like any classical-style hotel you would see in a city beside the bright red color scheme and glass eye atop the building under the hotel sign. Of course, the things that stood out the most were the giant blimp, radio tower, rotten old pirate ship/cruise liner, and a spinning carousel that was still moving. "I wonder how much of this is Alastor's doing?"

Speaking of which, Stolas spread out his senses to see if that bastard was around, but he didn't sense anyone inside of the hotel save for the princess herself, two other demons (both sinner level), and two other creatures that were demonic and yet not alive either. This was good for Stolas since he didn't have to meet the Radio Demon or Stella.

Gritting his teeth, Stolas struggled to keep his temper in check. While part of his reasoning for being here was to present his offer of assistance to Princess Charlie, the other part of him was to find out what his ex-wife had been doing since joining here.

Deciding it was pointless to keep himself waiting any longer, Stolas walked toward and knocked on the door. A few minutes later, it opened up, and a tiny ram-like demon with a childish grin opened it up. Stolas waited for him to speak but then recalled that Princess Charlie had two strange creatures that acted as her bodyguards but couldn't communicate for some reason. Figuring this was one of them, the avian cleared his throat. "Hello, I'm Prince Stolas of the Goetia Family. May I please speak to her highness?"

The goat creature nodded before opening the door fully for Stolas to walk into the glorious-looking lobby that impressed him with its design. If it wasn't for the fact that this was Pentagram City, he would have sworn he was in the capital. The goat demon, which Stolas noticed had a name tag called "Razzle," soon flew over to another one similar to it at the bellhop desk and pointed to the prince. The other one, named "Dazzle" by his name tag, started ringing the bell a few times as if understanding without verbal command.

"Coming!" A happy pitched voice cried out as, down the stairs nearby, the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Magne, appeared with a smile on her face. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. How can we—Oh!" The Princess's eyes lit up with a big smile before rushing over to Stolas with her hands clasped together. "Prince Stolas! It's great to see you again! How's Via doing?"

"She's doing well, Charlie," Prince Stolas said with a warm smile. "She has been wanting to catch up on her old babysitter, but alas, the busy life of a teenager sometimes."

"W-Well, we did have a lot of fun together when she was a little chick," Charlie said, rubbing the back of her head before clearing her throat. "So, um, what can I do for you? Not that I don't appreciate the visit."

Sighing, Stolas answered, "Well, I'm not here for a social call, sad to say. I wish to discuss business with you. Is there a place where we can chat?"

"Of sure, please follow me," Charlie said as she guided Prince Stolas through the main fall. He checked out the various paintings, vases, and little things that made the hotel feel homier.

"Is it just you and your bodyguards?" Stolas asked.

"Vaggie's here, but she's got a terrible cough after a one-sided shouting match with Alastor, so I have her in bed and recovering," Charlie explained. "There is still Niffy, she's cleaning, and she'll get us some tea when we arrive. Alastor is...out doing whatever he does. And the rest are off getting groceries for dinner tonight."

"...Does that include Stella?" Stolas asked, which made Charlie stop. Sighing, Stolas shook his head. "I've known about her being here for a while, Princess. While I am here for legitimate business, I am here to check on the actions of my ex-wife."

"...You do know she told us everything, right?" Charlie said, looking behind her with a sad expression. "It's part of the process of joining the hotel. You have to confess all the sins you've done, so we know how to help you be forgiven from them."

"So you know what she did to my lover, his family, and my daughter?" Stolas muttered, eyes glaring. "How her actions, intentional or not, led to him being brutally beaten, tortured, raped, and nearly killed while driven into madness and depression via Nightmare Parasite?"

"Y-Yes," Charlie whispered with a sad sigh. "Prince Stolas, I am sorry you had to go through all that. I can't imagine what it was like for your lover, Blitz, to go through such a thing. But Stella really does regret what she did."

"Regret doesn't mean instant forgiveness, Charlie," Stolas whispered.

"No, but it's a sign that someone is not beyond it," Charlie whispered back, but Stolas pretended not to hear her as they continued onward. "A-A-Anyway, we should discuss why you are here."

They eventually reached a lounge area where Stolas sat on one of the larger couches perfect for his size while Charlie summoned a comfy chair for her to sit on. Once they were adequately seated, Charlie cleared her throat and called out, "Niffty!"

Faster than Stolas could blink, a red and white blur zoomed over next to the table between the two royal demons and nearly gave the avian a heart attack. The creature before him was a sinner demon based on her aura, but she had one eye, long red hair, a white dress shirt with blood spots on it, and a skirt that had a poodle to a leash. "Hi, Princess! What do you need? Something to clean? Something to cook? Something to-Ohhhh my!" A split second later, she was right on Prince Stolas's lap, looking at him with a lovey-dovey eye that showed an actual heart. "Oh, who are you, handsome?! You look amazing! I'm Niffty! I'm single! Are you single?! Do you want to go out?! I'm free all day! All week! All month! Or any time of the year!"

After blinking a few times, Stolas cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, but I happen to be gay, Ms. Niffty. With a lover of my own."

The cyclops groaned and flopped to the floor with a pout. "No fair! Why can't more straight people come to his hotel! Angel's gay. Husky is not interested. Alastor is Alastor. Why can't I get a real man to flirt with!"

"I'm sure you'll find someone who likes you back, Nifty. Now, if it's not too much trouble, can you get us some tea?" Charlie giggled and slowly put her hand on Niffty before lifting her up.

"Sure!" The cyclops said happily in a complete one-eighty of her previous attitude. "Give me fifteen seconds!"

She zoomed off and then was back again in literally fifteen seconds with a silver tray and a fine china tea set for two. She placed them on the table and served them both before bowing. "Well, I'm off to clean the attic again. The giant acid-spitting spiders have teamed up with the demonic ogre rats to try and ransack the upper kitchen again. I'm going to go introduce them to Mr. Chainsaw." She then pulled out a large bloody chainsaw that started roaring. "I'll be sure to be careful, so the blood doesn't creep through the cracks of the ceiling like last time. Toodles!"

And just like that, she was off in a flash.

Stolas blinked a few times before asking, "Is she..."

"Yes, she's always like that, but she's a nice girl," Charlie said before taking a sip of her tea and sighing in relief. "And she makes an excellent tea."

Stolas took a sip before humming in delight. Certainly better than most brews he's had in a while. After some time enjoying their drinks, Stolas decided to get to the point and placed his cup down before folding his legs and placing his hands on them. "Right, I'll get straight to the point, Princess Charlie. I wish to support your Hazbin Hotel business."

Upon hearing this, Charlie gasped before stars appeared in her eyes. "Really?! Oh, thank you so much, Prince Stolas! I've been trying to get more support from other demons, but so far, only Alastor has done so, and he's just doing that for his own amusement."

"Yes, I figured as much," Stolas said, although deep down, he suspected there was an ulterior motive to the Radio Demon's actions.

"But, what made you decide to support me now?" Charlie asked as she calmed down and looked at him curiously. "I mean, you've always been nice to me, Prince Stolas. And I did love babysitting Via when she was younger. However, I can't imagine you'd want to support me just out of the blue. Especially since...Stella lives and works her now."

"Well, the truth is...wait a minute," Stolas froze and slowly turned to the princess. "Stella...works here?"

"Oh, yeah," Charlie said with a warm smile. "Ever since she joined, Stella's been a big help in managing both the kitchen and decorations of the hotel. She's an excellent cook and makes sure we have good ingredients to eat. Of course, a lot of people who come in just do so for the free food and leave, but at least they come in. And a lot of the decorations you see are of her suggestion for proper taste and homeliness. She even helped personally put them up."

"I...I see..." Stolas whispered while trying to wrap his head around such a concept. He knew Charlie wasn't lying. The girl rarely did so. Yet hearing it was such an impossibility for Stolas that it defied his expectations. Stella never had cooked in all the years they were married, and she never once did any physical labor. She never even moved a chair. That was all done by the servants. But apparently, his ex-wife had actually been doing arduous work here for whatever reason that was beyond the prince.

"A-Anyway," Stolas said as he refocused on his task, "you are sort of right that I am not just doing this out of the blue. You see...I have sort of a favor I requested from some very powerful people who wish to remain anonymous for now. And in return for their help, they requested that I help you with your Hotel."

"Why can't they help personally?" Charlie asked before frowning. "Or is it because of an image thing?"

"Somewhat like the latter, but it's more complicated than that," Stolas said quickly, hoping she wouldn't be asking more questions, and decided to speed things along. "Regardless, I am also personally interested in helping you out. I have always cared a great deal about the citizens of our realm, and I, too, wish to stop the Exterminations from happening. My associates wishing me to support you is just a means to do so."

Charlie sipped more of her tea and sighed. "While I am a bit more curious who your associates are, I can't deny that I still need more support for my hotel. What sort of support will you be giving?"

"Well, for one, I am going to be giving you money for expenses," Stolas explained. "Second, I shall personally be putting up advertisements for your hotel in my lands. Third, I'll be ensuring that I will make it clear that any attack on the hotel and its staff is an attack on me. You'll be under my protection. I know that having Alastor has given you some shielding, but I hear you still have the occasional overlord or trouble maker that attacks you?"

"Sadly, yes," Charlie mentioned. "The few that do come in often get scared or forced back into their abuses. Primarily from the Three V's. Valentino being the worst."

"Hopefully, having a Goetia Prince protecting you will dissuade them," Stolas said. Although I wouldn't hold anything on Valentino. The man is stubborn until he gets what he wants or destroys it so nobody can have it.

"Fourth is an...advisor of sorts, but he'll need to be kept a secret," Stolas explained before raising his hand to stop Charlie from asking. "It's a complicated issue and one that I will explain further once he arrives and settles in from his homeland. It ties in with those associates of mine that I told you about. Once I explain the situation to him, I'm sure he will want to help out of his own free will. Once he reveals himself, all will be made clear."

"Um, okay," Princess Charlie said with some hesitation. "Anything else?"

"No, I believe this is good enough for now, but I'll probably help out in other ways," Stolas said before he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. "I believe that's all I needed to discuss. I'll send my personal accountant and lawyer to help deal with the paperwork to tie our dealings together while also sending a few of my guards to start security detail. I'll be in contact with you in the next few days."

The two made their way to the entrance door, where Razzle and Dazzle waved goodbye while Stolas nodded. He was about to leave when Charlie said, "Um, Prince Stolas?" He turned around as Charlie looked serious at him. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I really do think you should talk to Stella. She's—"

"I'm sorry, but I don't wish to do so. And I ask that you respect that, Princess. Farewell," Stolas said as he walked away and closed the door behind him. Making his way across the street, Stolas nodded to Leon, who opened the door for him, and he sat down.

However, just as Leon was preparing to take off, Stolas told him to wait as he spotted three figures walking down the street on the side of the Hotel itself. On the right was a red-winged black and white cat with a top hat and bowtie, while on the left was Hell's infamous porno star, Angel Dust. And in the center was someone Stolas had to look at twice to make sure he saw this right.

Because in the middle was Stella.

Only it couldn't be because Stella didn't dress like this.

The Stella that Stolas had been married to for so long always wore the fanciest of dresses, the most expensive makeup, and walked with perfect poise. This Stella was none of these. Her clothing was blue jeans, a brown sleeveless vest, a simple buttoned blue short sleeve shirt under the vest, black gloves, and sneakers. It was so non-fancy that the old Stella wouldn't have been caught dead wearing any of it. It was more of the lines of something a commoner would wear. Her makeup was also pretty basic, with only some eyeliner and lipstick, while her rest was untouched. Even her white swan feathered hair was loose and flowing in the wind.

"Leon, don't move a muscle until I return," Stolas ordered as he closed his eyes and focused on a simple spell he mastered ages ago. Stolas's body began to glow purple as runes symbols appeared in the air around him before a shadowy figure slowly left his body. It took the form of a giant purple owl with the constellations of stars swirling around its massive shadowy form before flapping its wings and going through the car's roof like a ghost.

Astral projecting wasn't as hard as it was to learn. The trick was absolute concentration, and the more difficult part was making a projection invisible to all eyes. With Stolas's senses now tied to the apparition, Astral Stolas moved closer to the three and watched from above them as they continued to make their way down to the hotel while carrying bags of what appeared to be groceries.

"Ugh, finally we're home," the winged cat demon complained as he continued to drag himself forward while looking the most upset out of the three of them. "I swear it was going to be sunset by the time we got back."

"Aw, it wasn't that long, Husk," Angel Dust said with a wink. "Besides, it's been a while since you got out of the house for a little walk."

"I'm a cat, jackass. We're supposed to stay indoors. I don't need walks like some kind of fucking dog," the now-named cat stated before pointing the finger at the spider demon. "And it wouldn't have taken so long if you didn't stop flirting with every guy that you thought was hot every six minutes."

"Would you rather me flirt with you, sweetie?" Angel Dust teased before giving an air kiss with one of his free hands.

"Ugh, next time, I'm going to jump out a window before you can convince me to go grocery shopping with you guys," Husk grumbled while rolling his eyes.

Stella giggled before turning to Husk with a small smile. "How about I cook baked ziti and fried salmon for dinner to make up for it? Sounds good, Husk?"

"...Well, I guess if that's going to be the meal of the evening, I can suck it up a bit," Husk said, but the twitch of his tail made it clear he was happy to hear it.

"Aww, like putty in the paws," Angel tested again, which nearly earned him a tomato thrown at his head. "Watch it! I just had this cleaned, you know."

"You mean you had Niffty clean it," Husk pointed out.

"Eh, I still had to tell her to do it. Same thing."

They were about to enter the hotel when Stella paused and turned serious. Seeing this, Angel asked, "What's up, Stella?"

"...We're being watched," Stella whispered as she began to look around. Stolas began to wonder if he would be spotted or sensed when Stella, with lighting fast speed, went over to a nearby trashcan and kicked it down, revealing a news photographer devil horned demon in red skill. "Ugh, never mind, it's just another paparazzi. I thought it was one of Valentino's goons again."

"Dude, you totally cracked my camera lens!" The photographer growled as he got up. "Jeez, what's the big deal, lady! I just wanted some photos of you."

"Then next time, just do it normally instead of hanging around the trash like a creep," Stella said before pinching her nose. "I thought you leeches were gone about three months ago. I already said I'm not taking an interview, and I'm not answering any questions about why I am here in the hotel. Now go."

"Oh, come on! People want to know why one of Hell's most powerful prince's divorced your sorry ass! And you come to this stupid hotel afterward?! Do you know how many theories there are about this?!" The photographer said while folding his arms. "Anyone getting the scoop about this will be big. I mean, it's not every day that a Goetia Demon like you gets left out in the dust, throws away her luxuries, and goes to live in this craphole. Are you seriously looking to get to Heaven, or are you just trying to run away from your husband and kid? Then again, considering the rumors of him hooking up with some kind of imp lover might be true, I guess I can't blame you for ditching his sorry ass. Sleeping with an imp? Freak."

Stolas was that close to returning to his body and firing a fireball at the bastard. However, to his surprise, Stella acted first. With a familiar rage that Stolas knew well, Stella grabbed the devil by the throat and lifted him up to her eyes level. "Listen here, you maggot. Whatever you want to say about me is fine. God knows I deserve it. But you say nothing about Stolas or Blitz, or I will tear you limb from limb. Here is something you can tell your superiors. Get off my back, or I will personally come and sue all of you for harassment before feeding your balls to a pack of cerberus! Now get lost!"

She threw the devil across the street where he screamed until he went through the window of a nearby coffee shop. Taking a deep breath, Stella turned to the guys watching her with wide eyes. "S-Sorry about that."

"Nah, I just wish I could have spanked his ass for you personally," Angel Dust said before patting her on the back and smiling warmly at her. "You think they'd just give up."

"Eh, what do you expect from a bunch of vultures," Husk said with a shrug. "Now come on, I'll help you cook."

"Aw, see? You are starting to care for us, Husky," Angel teased.

"S-Shut up!" Husk said, blushing. "I just want to eat dinner, and it will go by faster if more people help."

Stella smiled and shook her head before entering the hotel with the others. Stolas's astral project soon returned to his body in the limo, where he opened his eyes and processed all that he had seen and heard. Reaching for a glass of wine in his mini-bar, he told Leon to head for home while pouring himself a drink and retaining deep in his thoughts.

***

Moxxie grumbled about how the price for beef had gone up in the past week due to currency inflation, but there was nothing he could do about it. Walking up the stairs with two bags of groceries in hand, he thought about Millie's request for pickles as a side dish for dinner tonight, only she wanted them also dipped in ketchup with breadcrumbs added as well. I have a feeling I'll be making a lot of weird dishes in the coming days.

Making his way to the apartment door, Moxxie then heard laughter on the other side of the door along with his wife's voice. "Seriously?! He did that when he was six?! Oh man, that's so funny!"

"Does she have a friend over?" Moxxie asked himself as he knocked on the door with his foot. "Honey, can you open the door? I got my hands full."

"One second, Moxxie!" Millie cried out a few minutes later before she opened the door and smiled at him, but there seemed to be excitement in her eyes. "There you are! Listen, you got enough people to feed for three, right?"

"Four people, considering who you are carrying," Moxxie joked as he tried to see who was behind his wife on the couch. "Is there a friend with you?"

"Mmm," Millie smiled and giggled. "More like a surprise for both of us, but I'm sure you'll be more surprised than I was! I almost didn't believe it either until he showed me a picture of you two together! Oh, you were so adorable when you were a child!"

"...What?" Moxxie asked, confused and fearful as a bad feeling came crawling into his stomach.

Millie slowly opened the door fully, and the figure on the couch got up. Moxxie felt his heart stop, and his eyes widened. The groceries fell from his arms and onto the floor as a million thoughts came to his mind ranging from outright grabbing his handgun to screaming in disbelief. Moxxie felt his throat begin to try up, his sweat began to pour on his back, and his tail went straight in fear and rage upon seeing the being before him just walk forward and smile at him. And yet the eyes on both of them, hidden from his wife's gaze, held nothing but utter contempt...and hatred.

"Hey, little brother? Surprised to see me alive?" Tyson said with a toothy grin.

Moxxie was surprised to see his older brother alive. After all...

...he was the one who killed him.