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Let's go! A request along with a continuation group!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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(( Request by Artemis97080 Request: moxxie as female deer sinner with black clothing and hair being recruited by charlie bexause they are so kind then keeps headbutting alastor but then kills adam after hurting alastor. (who stays and is watching) and the last scentence is a wierd catchphrase of your choosing? ))

Alastor tries not to ask for help. He really doesn't. I mean there are his subordinates whose souls he own. There that. Two of which right now all ready battling with the angels. He doesn't need help.

Adam slams his guitar down and breaks his microphone in half.

"Fuckkkkkk!" Wide eye getting attacked again and flew back.

"HaHaha metal one! Jazz 0- Hey who is the gothic doubleganger? One of your creepy voodoo radio shit?"

Doble-Wait. Oh, them. Look over to the side.

A doe sinner just standing there on the edge. Not one being noticed by the pair when they were fighting. A cane like umbrella by their side. Clothes all pure black besides the blue scarf, and the eye colors. She was just staring at the two very boredly.

This sinner confused Alastor. Apparently, it was someone Charlie hired. Who they don't even know anything much about. When asked about their view on the hotel. The only time they talked mind you.

"Will either fail or work. Don't care. Where the chocolate?"

Swell, gal.

"Hello my fellow teammate! Care to help me up!"

"No."

Yet, she made it very, very clear they're not here for friendship. Or even a partnership. Doesn't even want to be in this rehabilitation program and stay down in Hell. Very firm and clear on that choice. Complicated to understand, read and beginning that name they gave them was a fake! Alastor really doesn't even know why she is here! Charlie can't give too many details either but only they are nice.

Sure, nice!

"I don't work with salesmen."

"We are on the same battlefield team!"

"I'm not own your side."

"Ye, you are in this situation you gothic Victorian me!"

"You two continue this tense hate fuck session. I got a princess to go slaughter."

"Right." Glance at him. "Your Adam rights?"

"Duh."

Stare a little longer and sigh. "I'll just break a wing and snap an arm."

"Say what?"

Alastor freezes unable to sink away but stare.

Why are they so fast?

Didn't even blink as he watch the sinner punch Adam. Grab them to swing around and throw them down below. Then she jumps down to go fight him. Was it the umbrella giving them flight? This unknown power? The fight was fast. Even without wings she was just somehow able to 1 v 1 him.

Not bothered.

The only time they seem to lose a footing is when their hair got out that bun. Her long inky raven locked down. Blowing in her face. A twisted smile. That then vanished again.

Then it all stops.

"NO!"

Adam coughed with a bone lodged into their arm. Straight to their gold wing. Gold blood splattered on him but herself as well.

Everyone was stunned.

The doe leans in to whispered something into Adam ear. His mask gave much away of this wide eye disbelief. This horror. She pulls away. Along with the bone from his body that began to change back into an umbrella.

"Now you and your bucket of fry chickens leave with what left of what you have."

"You," Adam growls lowly and looks at the rest. "Fall back."

"But sir- "

"I said fall back now." He turns to glare at this sinner. Hiss as he tries to fly away. Two of them had to carry him back. All of them who survived back in Heaven.

Did they just win?

((Continuation of Hellhound Error))

"Um boss."

"What?"

"One the teens will need a medic." Hears them let a low sigh.

"Error."

"Error."

"I swear you think both sides learn by now." Call the nurse on hold to check on the pup. "What they do?"

"Dog whistle."

Days like this she wishes she can retire from this job.

Error stare boredly being put in the dark room, again. For punishment. Just pure darkness. It didn't bother them. Use this room or the cell with those runts.

Then the door opens.

"Keep this up and no one will adopt you."

Got up and moved past the head of the adoption agency. "That's the point."

She sighs as she stares at the hell pup that has been here for two years now.

Error, yes that name still surprised them, is complicated. Yes, they had complicated hounds coming in and out of here to be adopted. But this one just drives them all nuts.

Error practically one the best ones you would want to adopt. Still growing. Strong even if they don't look at it. Maybe after a few years better food can physically show it. Calm. Rarely howls. Good playmates with the younger pups when everyone is out.

Yet, it made it harder and harder for all of them. Like the touching! Don't try at all with them unless they are their pound mates. Along with very blunt.

A very cruel blunt. It even made someone who was trying to adopt them cry. I mean sure they were like drug trafficking recruiters. But damn didn't hold back.

Worth it. No, care at all. Would get picked on a lot as they were considered 'weird'. Or would get into fights with the others. Well, at least finished a fight if they drag into it. Either scaring one the other ones or warning injury. Either because someone is bothering them, their former pen mates, or the younger pups.

"Where you get the whistle?"

"Found it."

"Where?"

"My pocket."

That's another thing. Somehow this pup just has all these things on it. None of them can figure it out. Even after going through their pockets. Doesn't get straight answers either. Besides 'magic'.

Just stop at some point as it does make one or two cells stop being loud. Never was anything dangerous, just simple little prizes, or sweets. Until they do stunts like this like a dog whistle.

That somehow only affected that one older pup but nobody else.

About to believe this magic bullshit. It's not like a hellhound couldn't do magic. Got magic like everyone else to do something simple if reading a spell or two. Along with charms. It would all be expensive unless it with work.

But a hellhound that could do magic without any of that.

It had been a thought that rarely passed through her mind. Then just laugh it up. Just like everyone else.

"You're going to get your ears ripped off one day." One across the cell. One of the older teen's friends snarled at Error coming back.

"Still waiting for you to do that first." Error back in their cell.

Alone.

Good.

The course staying here. The other four did get adopted into homes. Many called Error a jinx of a lucky charm. Whatever that meant.

Hope all of them were doing all right with whatever family they are in. Especially the youngest. Were very upset the family that took them couldn't bring Error.

It was for the best really in Error opinion. They aren't much of a 'follower' and just want to leave.

Kids to teens who just want to get out of here. Like anyone. Hopefully never have to come back.

Yet, you have to watch out for whoever adopts them too.

Will be getting out soon. Their magic has slowly gotten stronger. Could be back to peak after doing so much long rest and not using their magic too much. Soon, can leave through a portal

But today is not like one of those days.

Like today where there are many, many demons around the pound. Everyone just goes to the bars. A slight hope to be picked and get out.

Yet, Error never goes forward. Only stays in the corner and plays with thread. It kind of looks like the cell could empty. Unless you double track and notice the scarf. Flick their fingers around the strong. Not their magical strings. Just normal thread. Let their fingers loop around and just make whatever they can think of. Stare at a star they just form.

He really want to see them again.

"My aren't you an interesting one."

Kept flickering their fingers around. Eyes focus on whatever they're forming next. Some weird tower. Shrug and start over. Move their head up and stare at the one staring at them.

"Hello, what you making?"

Stare at this smiling imp and just shrugged. Goes back to their fingers, string. Ignore them. Show lack of interest. Disrespect.

"May I ask you name?"

"You already asked two questions Troll."

Response was a genuine laugh.

"Got me there." Stop laughing as they look them over. Really in their hands. "Would you like to leave?"

"Who wouldn't." Look at what they made. Why a broom?

"I heard you give many troubles to not be adopted."

"Not a family type." Shrug. "Better ones than me. Not going to be a guard dog either."

"What would you like to do?"

Think it over. At that question that came through their mind a very time. Even before reaching here. "Fix and help."

"That's thoughtful."

They made themselves a little smaller. Not sure why they are talking to this smiling imp. Something seems off. But couldn't tell you good or bad. In a way it was like them. But everyone always picks bad. They really see themselves as the middle ground. Even with all the horrible things they had done. All to fix a balance.

One of the things they have picked up is this. Nothing is free.

"What in it for you?" Start to make something else. Keep them distracted.

"Hmm passing down some knowledge."

"How sweet of you. What do I charge you?"

"Make everyone else lose their minds of a hellhound becoming a medic."

Threads snap.

((Continuation of Moxxie twins.))

"Should squash you to the ground!"

Error began to get out the seat.

"Wait! Wait! No squashing of any sorts!"

"Yeah, so sit your ass down! You're not hurting my Loonie."

"I can take care of myself!"

"Which you did marvelous out the window." Millie huffed and hiss back at the growling teammate.

"Enough! We got bigger stuff to lay down. So, nobody hurting the other." Blitz declared as he stared down hard. Looking serious. He then looks at Error. "Did Moxxie Ex bang you too?"

"SIR?!"

"Quit being a prude! I'm just curious! The ex I'm talking about is Chaz."

"No."

"Dammit!"

"Stop asking them such things! That is none of your business! Plus, like I wouldn't dare let them touch them!" Moxxie growled with his own little protection.

They made it very, very clear to Chaz to never go near their brother. Looking back, he really hopes he hadn't. Not like Error would be pushed to do such thing. But they were sensitive in their own ways and the touching phobia. Moxxie had their own issues and insecurities. But Error was very much right there by them. Even if they didn't like Chaz.

That was one the rare fights they ever had about him

Reluctantly the only Error, later on Moxxie, agreed with Crimson. On the kind of demon Chaz was like.

But that was then. This is now. Which is dealing with their pervert boss to not go after them. Or demand some sick twin fantasy.

"I just want to know!"

"Not with him. But I never did see him as part of the crew."

Silence.

"Excuse me. WHAT?!"

((Continuation of Puppet/Error Knight))

A few years later.

Andrealphus yawns boredly as they watch Stella come out of the dressing room. Eyes her up in down of the outfit. A wedding dress choice. "That is not your color."

"I didn't ask you ice cream head!" Stella snarled at her older brother.

"Stella stops scowling. Andrealphus put that drink away." Stella mother began to walk around her. "Hmm do you have this style in a different color?"

"Yes, madam."

"Can I just go wait in the car?"

"No."

"But mother." Andrealphus try not whine, "Will be here for hours."

Only because all three of them are very critical of outfit taste. What can be approved? What fits the scenery. Stella soon to be status in marriage as a princess. So, much work. So, much pressure.

Stella sneered at the two scurrying away helping the designer and other workers. "Have employment went that low."

"Stella." Her mother snapped at her. Odile motion the dresser with her employees to on ahead to get the next outfit ready. "Enough bickering. They work. That's their job. Just like your duty, your job is for this family."

Stella huffed and looked away. Mentally cursing how her 'job' being married to that nerdy twig ass Stolas!

As you a see Stella thought process hasn't changed about Stolas. It is the same with him if you were to asked.

Both of them really hated the other guts with passion. Tolerating the other for at best five minutes in the room unless a fight is about to happen.

Many are making bets on a future divorce and the wedding is not even here yet.

Stella stump to the dressing room. She twitches as she stares at herself in the mirror. Well, not her appearance. Well, she can do that later. Can be quite vain with her looks just like Andrealphus too.

Many would want her. But instead, she gets saddled with Stolas. Fuck her life. Would have prefer being in arranged marriage with anyone one else! Okay no what take a step back. Can name maybe three others she would rather be lonely than married. Stolas still on her shit list on not wanting to married.

Like their brother?

Stolas has so many brothers' half-brothers. Some she wouldn't mind. Others a hard no. Why are the good ones gone and already married? Or at the age unable to get married as they're too old and no longer contribute in a family line way.

Here she is stuck with Stolas. While Andrealphus able to get out from a fair few marriages' choice. Not dumb as she knows, her brother had his fair share of bed mates. Get to explore. Have fun. Try not to make too many stupid choices that could lead to blackmail. So, many close calls on that one.

Not fair.

She secretly hopes one of those ladies has an egg and Andrealphus forces her to marry them. Take that! Both of them can suffer! All three of them are suffering!

Wonder what Stolas is doing and suffering right now!

"Here the next outfit."

"I will not wear that horrid thing!"

"Your mother said try it on."

"Mother!"

"Just put it on!"

"I hate this!"

Let this day be over with! What was worse was going to see that blasted owl. Just give her time away dammit!

Not like Andrealphus any better. He is. Well, he could and make some excuses. After all, not much longer till he takes the seat. Duties. Or a meeting. Maybe a complicated math problem there helping for a student. They go to use that one! Say everyone I decided to be a math tutor on the side for laughs and giggles.

After long hours finally they pick the dress for the big day.

Stella, arms crossed glaring through the window. Andrealphus by her side. Their mother up front in the vehicle. Soon we were out of the shopping district and driving back home. Shops began to be replaced with homes. Car halting at a stop letting another pass by.

"Oh, little sister."

"What." She grumbles.

"I see your husband to be."

"Don't care."

"Just standing there awkwardly at the park like a lonely fool. Honestly, I almost. Almost. Almost."

"Andrealphus you're repeating your words. Stella, why don't you come out to greet me? A walk in the part."

"I rather greet that disgusting imp pet." Stella glared at some imp with another noble on a leash. As if the noble knew glared at her. Then scoop up the imp to go in their bag.

Andrealphus opens the door and jumps out fast.

"Andrealphus!"

"Let him go see his mother. Better him that wasting my time with that- "

"OH, MY DARLING KNIGHT PUPPET IT YOU! COME AND EMBRACE ME TO BECOME ONE!"

What?! Move to the open door. Her brother is like a fool running across the street. May have frozen a car before it could hit him. Or the wide eye looks of Stolas as he was twitching. But the figure standing by them. Couldn't really tell who they are from the mask, the outfit that looks like a robe jacket of sorts. Couldn't tell much else besides other details. But there was one thing that stood out. One she made sure to remember. One she may have tried to take to remember them but now she glands she didn't

That blue scarf.

"Stella don't you. "

"ANDREALHUS GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND!"

"I NEVER WANTED STOLAS?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN YOU TWINK ASS ICICLE!"

"BEGONE YOU COW!"

Dammit! Odile mentally groans. Five years of silence of this mess and back again. She thought Stella got out of that phase at least. You know she heard talk about other boys with the other young ladies Well, at least complain to them why not those choices. Didn't last long. Plus, she had her other duties that took over. But no. She still has that obsession. Now she is going to go back to complaining, threatening and make everything tough because Puppet returned back. Don't get her started with her oldest and this interest for the Knight.

Now the two are fighting like they did as children and preteens.

Stolas and Puppet both stare down at the siblings fighting like animals.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come here."

"The Butler was spying at both of our homes."

"Yes, it's annoying."

"The Yeti, Pigeon hasn't change much."

"Indeed. We should better leave. Now."

"Agreed Frogmouth."

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