Millie had been in bad scenarios before. After all, Hell was a dangerous place. Some of the jobs she took in killing demons or humans also had terrible moments where she almost didn't come out alive. However, none of those compared to this moment knowing that her boss was being subjected to who knows what. Millie cared about Blitzo a lot and not just because she got to let out her psychotic urges to kill people under him. It was also because, deep down, he was a caring boss even if it didn't seem like it most of the time. Sure, Blitzo was egotistical and made terrible choices sometimes, but he always went out of his way to make sure that the company stuck together. Moxxie hated how Blitzo interfered with their privacy but, deep down, Millie knew their boss was just a lonely guy. It didn't take a genius to know that his need for attention and affection was a cry for genuine love.

Maybe it had to do with what happened between him and his father, but Millie knew that deep down, Blitzo was just someone looking for a family. Millie was more than willing to provide that, but now that family was threatened, and she didn't know what to do. Well, besides kill the assholes who had taken their boss, that is. The problem was she didn't know where they were or who they were.

Moxxie put himself straight into controlling the situation, and Millie couldn't be more proud of her husband. He was always bossed around or lacking self-confidence, but Mox always came through when push came to shove. After the call ended, he quickly activated the security system that Blitzo ordered a few months ago (one of the few times his expensive spending had proven to be useful). He then called Millie and Loona into the meeting room to plan on how to save Blitzo.

Currently, Millie was doing her best to stay calm, but she knew her expression was showing just as much concern as the rest of them. The only one who looked worse was Loona, doing her best not to cry again while looking ready to rip somebody apart in seconds. Millie couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was clear that her father's suffering was eating her up, and this had to be the most vulnerable the hellhound had ever looked.

"Alright," Moxxie said, his tone one of pure seriousness. "We all know that we're facing a crisis. Blitzo has been kidnapped, and his life is in danger." Loona winced upon hearing that. "We don't know who they are, but we know that they are serious, and I have no doubt they'll kill him if we don't comply with giving them the book."

"So let's just give them the stupid book!" Loona growled. "Or better yet, let's just find these assholes and kill them!"

"It's not that simple," Moxxie said, glaring at her.

"What the fuck?! Are you saying my Dad's life is nothing compared to that stupid book!" Loona growled, showing her teeth.

To his credit, Moxxie stood there, all calm and professional. "What I mean to say, Loona, is that, even if we give them the book, there is no guarantee that they'll give us Blitzo without killing him or us. I don't trust this guy to be honest with us, and not just because we're in Hell where trust is as rare as water in a desert," Moxxie explained as Loona calmed down. "Taking him down might be too much as well. He knows about the book and what it does. Meaning, he's a higher level demon than us. He probably also has additional help whose numbers we don't know. While we are good, we're not on the level of Infernals, Goetias, or Fallen. And I doubt Blitzo would want us to die in a suicidal charge."

Loona grumbled and crossed her arms, but she didn't argue against Moxxie's logic. "Fine..."

"Plus, there is another factor we need to worry about," Moxxie grumbled as Millie saw fear in his eyes. "The kidnapper told me he has...Angel Blades."

That made the girls' eyes widen with the room getting sixty degrees colder. Angel Weapons were the only thing that permanently killed demons. Anything else either made you dead in a void-like state for a time based on the damage you suffered or banished you to a lower part of the hells for centuries. Regardless, you always came back even if a part of you would forever be missing something inside. If something from Heaven killed you? You were toast for good. There was no afterlife for demons if they died for real. Some believed that there was nothing. Others say your soul becomes part of Hell itself. Only Lucifer himself seemed to know the truth, and he refused to say anything about it. Regardless, Angels and their weapons were the most feared thing a demon would have to face in their lifetime. For all the power Hell had, it was nothing compared to the power of God.

"How the fuck did this guy get an Angel Blade?!" Loona asked, eyes wide. "They always self destruct after the Extermination in forty-eight hours! And the last one was seven months ago!"

"It's not...fully impossible for him to have one. Not completely," Moxxie answered with a grim look. "The Fallen Families still have their Angel Blades leftover from The War In Heaven, and they are the only ones who know how to keep the angelic power going. Not that it will do much against the Angels since they're immune to their own weapons, but it's how they keep us lower demons in check. They were Angels once too before the War. But I doubt the kidnapper was able to steal from Lucifer's inner circle. Either he's found a way to preserve the power of an Angel Blade after the Extermination Date or-"

"Or he is a Fallen type demon. Shit," Millie muttered while shaking her head. Going up against Fallen , the highest level of demons in the hierarchy, was all but suicide. "So, what do we do?"

"Giving the book might be our last resort, but even then, I'm worried about what the boss said about giving it to them," Moxxie replied, rubbing his chin. "The Blitzo I know would easily sacrifice the book if it meant he could live. While it's the only reason this company exists and, by a miracle, continues to thrive, Blitzo would never sacrifice his life for it. But he practically said he's willing to die before giving it up to his kidnapper? One that has tortured him for nine days? Does that sound like him?"

Now that Mox mentioned it, the whole thing did sound strange. It could be that he was worried about Stolas reacting, but she heard Blitzo's panicking talk. It sounded like, no matter what, having the book being given to the kidnapper was worse than anything.

"So what you're saying that we're screwed either way," Loona pointed out.

"No, not yet," Moxxie answered as he got up from his chair. Narrowing his eyes, he walked over and shut the blinds on the windows. "As of this moment, the company is going to go on lockdown. I want you two to arm yourselves, keep the security system active, and stay here until I get back from Prince Stolas' palace."

"You're going to see Prince Stolas?" Millie asked.

"Yes," Moxxie answered as he started arming himself with his pistols and knives. "This whole thing might be related to him since it's all about the book. Plus, he and Blitzo are...seeing together, I guess?" More like fucking each other, but it was clear the owl demon had strong feelings for Blitzo. "Either way, having a Prince of Hell on our side would be a strong advantage. He might be able to help us figure out where Blitzo is and how to help him."

"What should we do in the meantime?" Millie asked, getting up.

"For now, stay inside and do not leave the office until you hear back from me. Answer the door to nobody. If you find yourself attacked or something, run out with the book, take whatever money possible, and find someplace to hide outside Imp City. If you don't hear anything from me in three hours, do the same thing. Take a portal to the living world if you have to."

"What! But we can't leave you, Moxxie!" Millie shouted as she rushed to her husband. She took his hands and held them against her chest. "I...I can't do this without you."

Moxxie smiled softly before kissing her on the lips. "Millie, I know, but we both have a responsibility to watch over Loona. You heard the boss. We have to look after her. Besides, it's better this way. I'm the man in this relationship, after all."

"Now you sound like one of those old windbags from the 1800s," Millie pouted. Moxxie kissed her on the forehead and made his way towards the door. "Just...text me every hour or so, okay?"

He nodded before shutting the door. Millie sighed and hoped Prince Stolas would be able to get them out of this.

"You don't have to watch over me..." Loona replied, looking down at the floor. Moxxie couldn't get a good look at her expression due to her hair, but it was clear the hellhound felt uncomfortable. "I know what my Da-Blitzo said, but..."

Smiling, Millie walked over and put her hand on the hellhounds shoulder. "Loona, we're coworkers. We're happy to help. Besides, you know how the boss is always going on about this company being a family and all."

Loona raised an eyebrow. "Even if I keep stealing Moxxie's lunch?"

Millie giggled. "Well, half of those lunches aren't healthy for him. So you're kinda keeping him thin for me."

Loona gave a small smile and nodded. "Thanks, Millie. Really."

"No worries," Millie got up and put her hands on her hips. "Now what do you say we get some weapons, some booze, and wait for my husband."

"I get the Spas-12," Loona said, getting up with a grin on her face.

***

Prince Stolas, one of the Goetia Princes and expert of all things Astronomy and Magic, was bored out of his mind. Typically, a Prince of Hell was busy with something, be it making sure his associates in the living world were doing well or making sure none of the other demonic powerhouses were doing something to fuck with his territory. But no, it was just another dull day.

"Ugh, Hell is hell when nothing is going on," the owl prince moaned as he sprawled himself over one of his many expensive couches. He lived in one of the fanciest mansions in the circles with access to numerous pools, stables, libraries, billiard rooms, and even a gladiatorial arena that Baal gifted to him on his 3014th Birthday. Yet, none of that entertained him.

His wife was visiting his mother-in-law for the week, and he had no intention of seeing that bitch. His daughter was out with her friends to the movies, and she wouldn't be back until this evening. That left him with nobody but his servants and guards. And they were all so dull.

"Hmm, maybe I can get Blitzy to come over and play," Stolas said to himself with a grin. "He always knows how to spice things up for me. In more than one way, that is."

Oh, Blitzo. Now there was an imp who had stolen Stolas' heart. And his pants.

Most of Hell's elite didn't care about the lesser class beings who were barely worth anything in their eyes, but Stolas was different. He found them to be quite an interesting bunch who had such freedom that he was denied. This is why he was more charitable to them than other nobles, which his wife often disagreed with, but he controlled the purse strings in this relationship. He could still remember the day he and Blitzo met. He had decided to host one of his many balls, but this time he decided to allow it to be open for the lesser-powered races. Sadly, it seemed none were going to come out of fear until one imp, dressed like a clown, arrived seeking sponsors for his upcoming company: I.M.P.

The red imp, who introduced himself as Blitzo, had been quite a troublemaker. Causing pranks, giving sarcastic insults left and right, and even swung on the chandelier when he was being chased by Prince Orobas for stepping on his tail on purpose. Stolas would later learn that Prince Orobas was talking about advocating it legal to hunt Hellhounds for the upper class that night. Stolas hadn't just been interested in Blitzo that night. He wanted him in his bed until morning. Such passion. Such energy. Everyone expected Stolas to punish Blitzo when he asked his guards to take him to his room.

Oh, he punished him, alright. And he got punished in return. The prince couldn't sit on his ass for a week!

That night was so beautiful and primal that Stolas still hadn't taken anyone else under his bed save for his wife. Oh, he did find out that Blitzo had taken his Grimoire of Worlds to use as part of his business, but Stolas was more amused than anything. Plus, it was an easy way to arrange his...midnight fun with Blitzo every month.

Of course, that was before the prince started falling for the boss of I.M.P. The more they got to know each other, inside and outside of the bedroom, the more Blitzy took his heart. Yes, Stolas was married, but he and his wife were an arranged marriage that held no love in it. Respect and, to a certain degree, friendship was all there was. They worked pretty well together too. He had his magic and knowledge of rituals, and she had her contacts and spy network. It allowed them to be one of the top players in the game. That was all there was to their relationship save for their precious daughter, Octavia. Naturally, they had lovers on the side, and neither of them cared. Well, his wife did not like the fact he was bedding an imp, but only because she was worried about it hurting their reputation.

"Sir?" Prince Stolas looked up and saw that Reginald, his Head Butler, was near the living room entrance. "There is an imp who is here to see you. He says it's important."

"Oh, is it Blitzy?!" Stolas asked with excitement. Had his red imp in shining armor come to see him for once to save him from boredom?

"No, it's the shorter one," Reginald replied. "The one who has a short temper?"

"Oh, Moxxie," Stolas replied with a disappointing sigh. "Very well. Send him in."

A few minutes later, a very nervous looking imp walked inside. Stolas quickly noticed that he had his Grimoire of Worlds with him, much to the owl demon's surprise. Blitzy usually showed up for its monthly return, followed by the passionate sex, but never had he sent one of his employees before. Plus, it wasn't even the time before the next full moon. Moxxie bowed on one knee to Stolas, which caused the prince to roll his eyes. "Your Majesty. Thank you for seeing me."

"Yes, yes, Moxxie," Stolas replied, waving his hand. "We've known each other for some time now. Any friend of Blitzy's is a friend of mine, so please get up." He leaned forward and smirked. "Besides, if you wanted to cheat on your wife with me, you should have bought your boss. I've always wanted to do a threesome with him."

"W-what?!" Moxxie shouted, blushing red.

"Kidding! I'm just kidding," Stolas chuckled as he raised his arms up. "You're so easily riled up, little imp."

"Y-yes, sir," Moxxie said as he got up and sighed. "Prince Stolas, we have a major problem."

"Financial difficulties again?" Stolas smirked before shaking his head. "That Blitzy, he's always spending money on silly little things. A statue of himself. Horses from Saudi Arabia. A golden toilet. Ah, he reminds me of Octavia when she got her first credit card."

"Your Majesty, it's more serious than that," Moxxie said, sighing. "You see-"

"Well, whatever the problem is, I'm sure I can help Blitzy, but next time he really needs to come over by himself," Stolas said while licking his lips. "There is only so much I can resist over that luscious, beautiful, crimson red cock of his! Ugh, Satan below and God above, I just want to swallow it in my mouth and-"

"Sir! Blitzo has been kidnapped!" Moxxie shouted.

...What.

"What," Stolas said, all four eyes widened as he stared at Moxxie.

"Blitzo has been missing for nine days. At first, we all thought he was doing something stupid or pulling a prank, but there was no word from him. Nothing. He didn't even appear for work or at home," Moxxie explained.

Stolas quickly got out his phone and checked his texts. Nothing from Blitzo despite the numerous texts and pics Stolas sent to his favorite pillow partner. He checked Voxagram, which Blitzo always updated, and indeed nothing had updated in days.

"Then, we got a phone call..." Moxxie went on explaining how the caller said they had Blitzo and had tortured him for nine days. Just hearing that alone was making Stolas shake with rage as his talons gripped into fists that were starting to draw blood. Moxxie then said that the kidnapper wanted the Grimoire of Worlds, which quickly raised Stolas' eyebrows seeing as very few even knew of the book's existence or the fact Stolas let I.M.P use it.

When the photos were mentioned, Stolas stood up and narrowed his eyes. "Show me." Not as a request, but a demand. He needed to see them. He needed to see what these... animals had done to his Blitzy. Moxxie gulped and pulled them from this pocket.

The moment Stolas saw the first one, his power was unleashed so suddenly that Moxxie was blown across to the wall from the intensity. Each new image of Blitzo's broken state only made his power increase from rage. The paintings on the wall were melting, and cracks began to appear on the ground. When he got to the one showing his Blitzy, his sweet hurt imp, crying with his beautiful face all ruined the dam finally broke.

With a loud, angry cry that echoed across half of Hell itself, the entire ground shook with Stolas' demonic power. The palace was lit with such hellish intensity that parts of it were starting to come apart. Not since he learned of Octavia being bullied in Elementary School had he ever been so fucking pissed!

He was going to find these bastards. He was going to remind them that you never fuck with a Prince of Hell. Especially when you hurt someone he cares about.

"GRIMBEAK!" Stolas screamed as high as he could. His eyes glowing bright red like the sun itself.

In an instant, an owl demon in dark smooth armor appeared out of the shadows and landed beside his master. Despite the oozing amount of energy bursting out of the Prince, he kept calm and collected. "Yes, Master?"

"I want you to look at these pictures. Get the phone record from I.M.P. And search every avenue for where Blitzo is. See who's been making any rumors about getting into the human world or kidnapping an imp. I want every scrap of information, no matter how tiny. I want you to question every one of our contacts. And I want all of this done by tomorrow. Do. Not. Fail me."

Grimbeak took the photos, nodded, and disappeared like that. Stolas turned to the entrance of the living room and called for his butler.

"Yes, sir?" Reginald asked, also standing still unaffected.

"I want you to get Millie and Loona from I.M.P and bring them here. Discrete with nobody seeing them leave. If anyone prevents it? Kill them. I want my daughter brought back here and message my wife to stay with her mothers until I say so. I want the palace locked down when everyone is here. Deny entry to everyone save for my wife, should she ignore my order, and Lucifer himself. Keep the Legions on standby. Make arrangements for our guests, and tell the Judas General Hospital to prepare for a patient. I want Blitzo to be given the best treatment Hell can give when we find him. Expenses be damned. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Reginald answered with a bow before leaving.

Stolas took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself. He hadn't let out such power like that in a long time, and he needed to keep himself focused. Turning his eyes to Moxxie, who looked ready to crap his pants, Stolas walked over to him and kneeled to his eyes level. "Moxxie, I swear before the stars themselves that I will do everything in my power to bring Blitzo home and safe. I will not rest until he is back and that the assholes who did this die an excruciating death."

"T-thank you, Prince S-Stolas," Moxxie said as he got back up with the Prince's help. "I'll just text my wife about what's going on. Then we can start planning on how we can help Blitzo." He then handed Prince Stolas the book. "In the meantime, I think you should have this for now. It's safer in your hands."

Prince Stolas accepted the book, but he couldn't help but hate it right now. It was because of this damn thing that Blitzo was in this situation to begin with. Maybe if he hadn't given it to him, then this wouldn't have happened? Regardless, Stolas would not stop until Blitzo was safe. Even if he had to fight against all of Heaven and Hell to do so.