The scene opens up with a city shot that pans down on Imp City. Yelling can be heard in the background. Loona can be seen reading a magazine called "IMP GOSSIP" with Verosika Mayday on the front page and drinking out of a glass bottle. She places the bottle on an open page of Stolas' grimoire and it rolls off the table. The page of the book glows and creates a portal to the human world. A tree falls through the portal, along with a severed head. Moxxie peers out of the fallen tree, carrying a chainsaw. Blitzo walks into the office.

Blitzo: Woo, that was a fuck ton of lumberjacks!

Millie crawls across the floor like a crab, with an axe between her teeth.

Y/N walked out drenched in blood. He grabs a wash cloth and cleaned his face

Millie: I'm still so jazzed up!

She snaps the axe in half and laughs. She then walks over near the rest of the group.

Moxxie: Well you better stay jazzed, babe. Because, guess where I'm taking you tonight?

Blitzo: Don't you dare finish a filthy pun in my presence Moxxie. Besides, drinks are on me tonight. Let's hit up the new dive down the street.

Moxxie: Actually, sir, it's our one-year marriage anniversary. So, I'm taking Millie to Ozzie's in the Lust Ring!

Millie's eyes sparkle and she squeals in delight.

Millie: Ozzie's?! No way! That place is always booked!

Moxxie: Yeah, well I've been planning it for quite a while.

Millie: Moxxie!

She jumps into Moxxie's arms and kisses his face before they both start French kissing and making out, much to Blitzo's chagrin.

Y/N: I can't go either...I'm sorry. Verosika is taking me out.

Blitzo: Seriously. What do you see in her?

Blitzo looked back at Moxxie and Millie.

Blitzo: Ugh, can you two not?

Moxxie: I'm sorry, sir. Maybe another time?

Blitzo: No, it's fine! I-I can come with the two of you, help you celebrate your boring as fuck monogamy.

Moxxie: Uh, no. The reservation is for us.

Blitzo: Uh huh!

Moxxie: Just us.

Blitzo: Mhm!

Moxxie: Without you there. Explicitly without you there.

Blitzo: I'll wear something nice. It's a big deal after all.

Blitzo hugs the two tightly.

Blitzo: See you lovebugs later!

He whistles on his way out as Moxxie growls in anger.

Millie: Relax, sweetie, don't let him get to you today. Let's just go home and... clean this blood off.

Moxxie blushes, flustered. She drags her finger down from his chest and makes a seductive purring sound as they walk off holding hands.

———
Y/N uncomfortably arrived in the lust ring, and hesitatingly made his way to Ozzie's.

Y/N hesitantly stood outside Ozzie's, feeling the weight of his discomfort in the Lust Ring. He glanced nervously at the entrance, debating whether to go in or not. With a deep breath, he dialed Verosika's number, his heart pounding in his chest.

After a few rings, she picked up, her voice soothing his nerves slightly.

Verosika: Hey, Y/N! I'm so sorry, my phone died, and I couldn't let you know. I'm working extra hours tonight, but I promise I'll make it up to you.

Y/N: Oh...N-No worries, Verosika. I'm just outside Ozzie's.

Verosika: Perfect! I'll be right there.

True to her word, Verosika emerged from the bustling club, her outfit catching Y/N's eye. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't help but blush at her beauty.

Verosika: Hey, handsome! Ready for our date?

Y/N nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Verosika sensed his unease and quickly came up with a solution.

Y/N: Date? But I thought you were working extra hours?

Verosika: I have an idea. Follow me.

It'll help you avoid running into Fizzarolli and Asmodeus.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, his apprehension easing at her words.

Y/N: What's the plan?

Verosika flashed him a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Verosika: Follow me.

With a sense of intrigue, Y/N trailed after Verosika as she led him through the bustling crowds and into the club.

Y/N stayed close.

Verosika guided Y/N through the throng of people, weaving through the pulsating crowd until they reached a discreet corner of the club. She pushed open a heavy door marked "Private" and ushered him inside.

The room was dimly lit, with plush furnishings and a sense of intimacy that felt comforting to Y/N. Verosika closed the door behind them, shutting out the noise and chaos of the club.

Verosika: This is one of the private rooms I have access to. It's a perfect spot for us to hang out without having to deal with Fizzarolli or Asmodeus. You can relax here while I work, and I'll check on you whenever I can.

Y/N looked around, taking in the comfortable furnishings and intimate lighting.

Y/N: Wow, Verosika, this is really nice. Thank you.

Verosika walked over and gently squeezed his hand.

Verosika: Anything for you, babe. Just make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon.

Verosika smiled mischievously and leaned in close to Y/N.

Verosika: Oh, and by the way, Apple will be keeping you company in here. If you know what I mean.

She gave him a playful wink before heading towards the door.

Verosika: I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? Just relax and enjoy.

She blew him a kiss and slipped out, leaving Y/N alone in the private room

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Apple stepped inside. She was dressed in a striking outfit that accentuated her features, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

Apple: Hey there, cutie. Verosika told me to keep you company.

———
Intercom: Elevator 666 departing for Lust in 5 minutes.

Moxxie fixes his bowtie, Millie walks to him. They both walk off together and Blitzo peers from on the other side of a pillar. Millie and Moxxie sit down in a waiting area as Blitzo spies on them behind a newspaper and calls Loona.

Loona: (voicemail) Yeah, it's Loona. Whoever you are, go for it.

Blitzo: Hey, Loonie. Just wanted to let you know I'm not gonna be back home until real late. I got something important tonight.

Blitzo ends the voicemail and smirks. The scene cuts to several flickering neon signs. Then it zooms out to the front of Ozzie's and cuts to Moxxie and Millie walking inside the building. Blitzo attempts to follow them in, but the bouncer, Jesse, pulls him aside.

Jesse: Woah there, buddy. Got a reservation?

Blitzo: Oh, yeah. I'm with those two.

Jesse: This club is for couples only.

Blitzo: It's what?

Jesse: No date, no reservation, no entry.

Blitzo looks up and down at Jesse, and tries to pick up the bouncer as his date, instead.

Blitzo: ...Y-you know, you have really nice eyes, daddy?

He gets thrown into the lid of a dumpster, then shut inside. Blitzo pops up out of the trash.

Blitzo: You fucking prude!

He gets out, his tail gets caught, and he ends up on top of trash bags. He crosses his arms and smiles.

———

It cuts to Stolas in his mansion's dining area, pouring milk into his cereal. He groans as it shows him sitting at an empty table. He carries his bowl to a couch and covers himself with a blanket. Stolas turns on the TV to "Hell-a-Novela" and slumps down.

Gabriella: Ay, why won't you love me Alejandro?

Stolas: That's a mood, Gabriella.

The telephone rings. Smoke comes out and says "Blitzy is calling". Stolas realizes and slightly chokes but then scrambles over to the phone, spilling his bowl and getting stuck in his blanket in the process.

Stolas: Helloo? Hello, Blitzy?

Blitzo: Stolas, heyyy. You-uh, shit... you busy tonight?

Stolas: Umm, why do you ask?

Blitzo: I was wondering if you... wanna come with me to a club tonight?

Stolas: Are you asking me on a date, Blitzy? *blushing and his pupils turn into hearts*

Blitzo: I-yes, I suppose that is what's happening. How fast can you get down to Lust?

Stolas: I can be ready in twenty!

Blitzo: Alright, fantastic. See you soon.

Stolas: I'll see you, Blitzy~

Stolas pulls out an outfit, transitioning to him putting on eyeliner, looking in the mirror. He turns around and puts on blush.

———

It switches over to Blitzo pacing back and forth on a street.

Blitzo: Come on, come on, come on...

Stolas arrives and steps through a glowing portal behind Blitzo.

Stolas: Oh, Blitzy. I'm here~

A spotlight appears on Blitzo.

Blitzo: Wow. That's a bit overkill, don't ya think?

Stolas: W-well, I-I just wanted to look a little nicer for you. This is our first real date after all.

They both walk off together, holding hands.

Blitzo: Oh yeah, I guess this is, huh.

Jesse: You, again? Beat it, shithea-

Stolas: Ahem, do we have a problem?

Jesse: ...Oh! Uh, shit! Uh, my apologies, your highness. Uh, please go right in.

Blitzo pops out behind the curtain and flips off the bouncer before going inside.

Blitzo and Stolas enter Ozzie's and find a table.

Stolas: Oh, MY! Oh, no; No, but, yes! Oh, Blitzo, how romantic is this? What made you choose such a place to bring me?

Blitzo:Oh, it just sounded like- I just thought we'd have a blast here, you know?

Blitzo pulls out a pair of binoculars and spots his employees

Blitzo: Gotcha!

Stolas: Oh, Blitzo. What are you looking at?

Blitzo: I'm looking at nothing; how about that?

A waitress named Crane comes over to their table.

Crane: Can I get you two off- I mean, start you two off with some drinks?

Stolas: Yes! Um, perhaps some wine to share; do you prefer red wine or white, Blitzo? Or perhaps some champagne?

Blitzo: Yeah, whatever.

Stolas: Well, perhaps all three. Why not? So, Blitzo, how was your day?

Blitzo: Huh? Oh, good I guess. We killed a bunch of beardos

Stolas: THAT sounds fun! How did you kill them?

Blitzo: How? I-I-I mean, there was a lot of them, so I-bullets.

Stolas: Right, right... so, what made you decide to ask me out after all this time?

Blitzo: Uhhhh...

Music starts playing and several dancers descend from the ceiling.

Fizzarolli: Ladies and gentlemen! I see some sexy faces around here tonight! Welcome, welcome, to Ozzie's: Lust ring's number 1 place for all kinds of sick twisted fantasies. Put on display for all you 'Sleaze' and 'Sleazettes'. The gin joint of Asmodeus himself! C'mon, give him some LOVE!

Stolas: Did he just say Asmodeus?

Blitzo: Oh, no fucking way. Not HIM!

Fizzarolli: I am the one and only Fizzarolli! Some of you may recognize this dashing clown face from my numerous toy-botic replicas across the rings of Hell. Gloriously designed by the big man himself and uh, ribbed for your pleasure tonight. We have a great lineup for you tonight: Verosika Mayday, Wet Dream and The Squirterz!

Verosika appears at the bar and quickly shoves aside Wally Wackford as the latter hands her a drink. Verosika then poses during a paparazzi as members of the Squirterz appear beside her.

Fizzarolli: But, as everyone's warming up, I got a funny one for y'all: Did any of you hear about the bat-shittery that happened at Loo Loo Land?

Fizzarolli: Ha ha ha! Oh, yeah Oh, wow. I'll tell you what: I'd sure love to shake the hand of the crazy son of a bitch who decided to burn down that off brand shithole and then slap a fat subpoena in it, 'cause I am VERY MUCH looking to sue!

Y/N was watching this from a TV screen in the private room.

Y/N: Don't need anymore money, you cock sucking parasite.

Apple rubbed his shoulders.

Verosika opened the door to the private room and smiled as she saw Apple playfully giving Y/N kisses all over his face. Y/N was blushing deeply, his eyes wide but a small smile playing on his lips.

Verosika: Well, well, it looks like you two are getting along just fine.

Apple looked up with a grin, still holding Y/N close.

Apple: Just keeping him entertained, like you asked.

Verosika walked over and gently ruffled Y/N's hair.

Verosika: I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself, sweetheart. Sorry for the wait. Ready to head out now, or do you want to stay a little longer?

Y/N's eyes were glued to the TV in the private room, where Fizzarolli's performance was being broadcast. His hands clenched into fists, the anger and hatred he harbored towards his father's lover evident in his tense posture.

Verosika, noticing his distress, walked over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

Verosika: Y/N, are you okay?

Though normally shy, Y/N didn't hold back his emotions.

Y/N: I can't stand watching him. He ruined everything.

Both Stolas and Blitzo look away.

Fizzarolli: That robo me made us more money entertaining those kids than the ones we sell to get you freaks off, if you know what I mean.

Random patron: Oh, I know what you mean! I have four of them!

Fizzarolli: Okay, keep that guy FAR away from me. So, without wasting any more time, our little opening act is a fresh one! Coming at us from a little imp from the Wrath Ring, give it up for Moxxie... with no creative stage name whatsoever.

Y/N couldn't help but mutter an insult under his breath, his eyes narrowing at the screen. "Pathetic clown," he grumbled, the words filled with disdain. Apple and Verosika's concern deepened as they watched him, feeling his anger and wishing they could do more to comfort him.

The audience applauds, as Moxxie gets up with his guitar before kissing Millie on the cheek. Fizzarolli moves from his spot to another, as Moxxie takes the stage.

Moxxie: Hello, everyone -- (feedback from the microphone) Oh! *clears throat* Hi, thank you for letting me be here. It's an honor to play.

Wally Wackford: *off-screen, slurring* Uh, hurry up, Bullet, and, uh, SING, boy! I say, I say--

Moxxie: This song is for my beautiful wife, a surprise for our first anniversary.

[Cut to Millie with a happy look on her face.]

Moxxie: I love you Millie. *starts strumming his guitar as he begins to sing his song.*

Moxxie: ♫I love you. ♫

Moxxie: ♫More than the brimstone loves the fire.♫

Moxxie: ♫More than Beelze loves her bub♫

Moxxie: ♫More than a maggot loves gangrenes stubs♫

[During the song, everyone looks with a confused look on their face. Millie is just touched by the song playing, and Fizzarolli looks at his companion hidden in the shadows with a smug look while his companion glares.]

Moxxie: ♫You make my spirit sing♫

Moxxie: ♫Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell♫

Moxxie: ♫Our love is a story sweet to tell♫

Moxxie: ♫Yeah, you cast a special Satanic spell♫

Moxxie: ♫Over my heart♫

[The smoke machines activates, hitting Millie directly. The scene is full of pink smoke and hearts only surrounding Moxxie and Millie.]

Moxxie: ♫Love is a journey we decided to start♫

Moxxie: ♫Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart♫

Moxxie:♫I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you♫

[Singing the same line over and over, this is drowned by Fizzarolli and Asmodeus saying the same thing over him. Their silhouettes are shown laughing right behind his back. They appear from the smoke.]

Asmodeus: ♫You singing love songs in my lustful lounge?♫

Fizzarolli: ♫Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds!♫

Asmodeus: ♫What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?♫

Fizzarolli: ♫Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lu-u-u-u-u-ust!♫

Y/N's anger was rising, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. Verosika and Apple exchanged a worried glance, realizing they needed to leave immediately. Verosika gently tugged on Y/N's arm.

Verosika: We need to go, now

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed himself to be led away, his simmering rage barely contained.

Asmodeus: ♫Give me a thrust! ♫

[Fizzarolli makes trumpet sounds]

Asmodeus: ♫Show me some lust! ♫

[Fizzarolli trumpets, again.]

Asmodeus: ♫From the groin to the bust! In desire we trust, in the House of Asmodeus♫

Fizzarolli: *vocalizing, again* Trumpet! Hah!

Asmodeus: ♫Little Imp, you came here to sing your serenade♫

Asmodeus: ♫Perform your feelings on a velvety stage♫

Asmodeus: ♫Well, we got a saying that's popular in these parts♫

Fizzarolli: ♫Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts!♫

Asmodeus: ♫You wanna hang around this lustful town?♫

Asmodeus: ♫Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around! ♫

Asmodeus ♫Here we sing about wants and desires♫

Fizzarolli: ♫Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire!♫

Asmodeus: ♫So, give me a thrust♫

Asmodeus: ♫Show me some lu-u-u-u-ust♫

Asmodeus: ♫From the groin to the bust, Little Imp, you just must♫

Asmodeus: ♫In the House of Asmodeus♫

Asmodeus: ♫Come on, sing us a so-o-o-o-ong!♫

[Asmodeus dances on a pole while Fizzarolli throws money on him]

Asmodeus: ♫Make sure the subject is getting it on♫

Asmodeus: ♫Make it graphic and tantrically long♫

Fizzarolli: ♫Be sure to rhyme "thong" and "schlong"!♫

Asmodeus: ♫Go ahead, your mic's on! ♫

[Moxxie nervously continues his part of the song. He strums his guitar once more quietly.]

Moxxie: ♫I want to...♫

Fizzarolli: Yeah, what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Moxxie: ♫Make gentle love to you♫

[Asmodeus and Fizzarolli are not pleased with the response he gave.]

Asmodeus: Ugh!

Asmodeus: ♫What a limp-dick imp, you're really killing the vibe♫

Asmodeus: ♫Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride!♫

Finally, as the last bit of mockery from the stage reached his ears, something inside Y/N snapped. He stopped in his tracks, his body rigid with fury. Verosika and Apple, sensing his tension, looked at him with concern.

Without warning, Y/N spun around and marched back toward the stage area, his resolve steeling with every step. Verosika and Apple exchanged worried glances

Y/N: Enough!

The music stumbled to a stop as heads turned in surprise. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, caught mid-performance, looked toward the source of the interruption with evident irritation.

Frizzoroli: Oh shit..

Asmodeus, his face still wearing a smug smile from his performance, slowly shifted to a look of concern as he realized the pain in his son's voice.

Asmodeus, visibly stunned to see his son, momentarily forgot the crowd and the act.

Asmodeus: Y/N? What are you—Why are you here?

For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if Asmodeus hoped this was a sign of reconciliation, that perhaps his son had come to see him of his own voliantion. However, the anger and hurt etched deeply into Y/N's face quickly dispelled that illusion.

Y/N: I came here for Verosika, not you!

Frizzoroli, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward in an attempt to defuse the situation. He approached Y/N with a carefully neutral expression, trying to reason with him.

Frizzoroli: Now, now, Y/N, let's not blow things out of proportion. Sure, what we did was a little—

Y/N's response was immediate and chilling. He fixed Fizzarolli with a death glare that silenced the jovial demon mid-sentence.

Y/N: If you speak to me again, I'm gonna take your skin and hang it in front of your eyes.

Frizzoroli recoiled slightly, taken aback by the intensity of Y/N's threat.

Asmodeus rushed over, his expression fraught with concern.

Asmodeus: Y/N, please, let me explain—

Y/N: I don't want to hear it, Dad. There's nothing you can say.

Asmodeus reached out, attempting to touch his son's shoulder, but Y/N shrugged him off violently.

Y/N: You never acknowledged Mom or me in public! You wouldn't even admit you were married or had a son!

Asmodeus: Y/N, I—

Y/N: And cheating?

Y/N pointed at Frizzoroli, who looked away from Y/N.

Y/N: You took it all a step further. You didn't have the decency to tell us about the divorce yourself—we had to hear it from a lawyer! And not only did you not bother to tell us, but we also had to find out that you were keeping the house and everything while Mom kept custody of me. You just threw us out!

Frizzoroli: Y/N. It wasn't like that! He-

Y/N: I will rip your fucking jaw off!

Asmodeus stood, visibly shaken, his usual composure shattered by the raw hurt in his son's voice. The club's usual raucous laughter and chatter had died down, replaced by an uncomfortable stillness. Asmodeus opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to fail him. His eyes, usually so full of confidence and command, were now filled with regret and sadness.

Asmodeus: I... Y/N, I...

———

Meanwhile

Octavia: I think my boyfriend really needs me.

———

Y/N: And you know what else? Do you even realize how much your actions hurt Mom and me? You parade around with Fizzarolli like we don't exist, like you care more about him than your own family! Because guess what folks! They are a bunch of fucking hypocrites!

Blitzo, Stolas, Moxxie, and Millie looked at Y/N. They felt really bad for him. They only seen him as the shy guy and never once imagined that he was really hurt by anything.

Y/N: You always liked your image and your affairs than you did about us. You never thought about how it felt for us, watching from the sidelines while you lived it up with him!

Asmodeus, now visibly deflated, tried to reach out again, his voice softer, tinged with a desperation he hadn't shown before.

Asmodeus: Y/N, I never wanted—

Y/N: No! I'm done, Asmodeus. Now, I'm getting what you cheated me out of! I'm getting to say goodbye Asmodeus.

Asmodeus looked both heartbroken and speechless as Y/N called him by his actual name. Y/N looked at Frizzoroli, who looked terrified at the idea of what it was going to be told.

Y/N: You should have died in that fire. You don't even deserve to breathe. You freak show.

With that, Y/N left no room for response. He walked out, his steps resolute. Verosika and Apple quickly flanked him.

Blitzo:...Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore.

Asmodeus looked like he was on the verge of a major sob session. He looked at Moxxie.

Asmodeus: N-never mind. Sing your song...

Asmodeus left with Frizzoroli behind him.

———

Outside the vibrant lights and clamorous sounds of the club, the night air was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the heated emotions left behind inside. As soon as the door closed behind them, Y/N's built-up facade began to crumble. The weight of the confrontation, the years of pent-up frustration and hurt, overwhelmed him, and tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Verosika, always attuned to Y/N's feelings, wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. She whispered soothing words, her presence a silent promise of support. Apple, equally concerned but less sure of what to do, stayed close by, offering a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Under the dim streetlights, Y/N allowed himself to feel the full breadth of his pain, his body shaking with sobs.

As he cried, Verosika and Apple stayed by his side

Y/N: Was I... was I a bad person for snapping like that?

Verosika: No, Y/N, you're not a bad person. You were hurt, and you had every right to express your feelings.

She smiled and kissed him. Y/N kissed back.