Charlie Utter Depravity - Imp City Blues part 2

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General #385
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part 1: https://pastebin.com/pc2ACTgJ
part 2: https://pastebin.com/fTAxFsdg
part 3: https://pastebin.com/MuGTE5EK
part 4: https://pastebin.com/RuKV8NqY
part 5: https://pastebin.com/TzdhGAYf
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C.U.D Angel nightmare: https://pastebin.com/jrRFWKkZ
C.U.D Pure love is disgusting: https://pastebin.com/ehcXFcWP
C.U.D Double the Love, Double the Fear: https://pastebin.com/iYdnYEMv
C.U.D Baxter needs a hug?: https://pastebin.com/M5cye5Pa
C.U.D Oh deer!: https://pastebin.com/ZyWkm9nb
C.U.D Turn The Other Cheek: https://pastebin.com/B9r0Bj5u
C.U.D The Cuddle Moth Cometh: https://pastebin.com/rx4n9qaC
C.U.D Flipside (NSFW): https://pastebin.com/GNnSWh95
story of C.U.D that still needs to be made: https://pastebin.com/S8sm1L8k
C.U.D Mother Knows Best: https://pastebin.com/5xByrVwx
C.U.D Family Feuds, Family Friends!: https://pastebin.com/qJgd622T
C.U.D Charlie down time: https://pastebin.com/94ftaW60
C.U.D Rampage of the Cuddle Moth part 1: https://pastebin.com/78DhgN1J
C.U.D Rampage of the Cuddle Moth part 2: https://pastebin.com/hSpMQLSM
Cherri Pentious CUDdle Story: https://pastebin.com/SfZgwq6n
C.U.D Cracking the Ice: https://pastebin.com/KUQHZMNy
C.U.D Imp City Blues part 1: https://pastebin.com/SvLXVCcE
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>Blitzo growled, rolling the cigarette between his fingers
>God damn it, Moxxie!
>how did the little slut manage to become such a fucking pervert, he'll never know...
>...
>...or rather, the OPPOSITE of a pervert

>if he were to be honest, he actually enjoyed seeing their cutesy private life, ESPECIALLY because the marksman tried to keep it so private!
>"The Forbidden Fruit", and all that
>nowadays, though?
>they were unbearable
>really disruptive
>he almost wanted to yell "GET A ROOM!", but he was certain Moxxie would just reply "We ARE in a room!" and just go back to smooching
>that's what he would've done

>sighing, he took a not another long drag, and tossed the butt aside
>exhaling the smoke, hand in his pockets, he glanced up at the building
>he REALLY didn't want to get back in there

>and that was, when it hit him:
>the sound of sobbing

>it was the quiet sort, that would drew people around the corner, only to be whacked by a big burly fuck holding a cosh the size of a tree trunk
>however, as he turned the corner, he only found a woman
>long, white hair, wide hips, keyhole sweater and boots
>nothing much else, by the looks of it
>and she looked EXHAUSTED

>taking a few deep breaths, she called out
>"MORTYYYYY! WHERE ARE YOU, SWEETIE?!"
>and listened
>nothing
>with a deep, hiccuping sigh, she began to walk...
>...only to bump into Blitzo
>alerted, she looked up, startling the imp
>she'd been crying a lot

>"Something wrong, Miss?"
>the impette sniffed
>"I lost my baby."
>"Oh!"
>he raised an eyebrow
>"...How did you managed THAT?"
>she wiped away her tears
>"I was taking him out for a nice stroll, when a Hellhound ran up to us, and kicked him out of my hands, stroller and everything!"
>she shuddered, trying not to break down
>"SECOND time it happened!"
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>Blitzo frowned
>"What did this Hellhound look like?"
>she sniffed again, taking out a tissue
>"...Gray fur, ratty clothes, red eyes... Like she had an infection, or something... I don't get it! I've done nothing! She just ran up to me out of nowhere, snarling, and kicked the stroller into the air right in front of me!"

>as the gears kicked into motion in his head, the imp's eyes widened
>"Right..." he muttered "Did you see where it land?"
>"Somewhere around block." she replied "I've been searching for it since this morning..."

>"This morning..." he thought, and shook his head
>"Lemme help."
>she looked at him like he just offered a suitcase full of cash
>"...Really?" she asked, hopeful, before retreating "I mean, I wouldn't want to hold you up if you have other things to do, it's my problem, and--"
>but she felt his sharp finger on her lips
>"It's no bother." he replied "Now... Whereabout did you see it, exactly?"


>it didn't took him all that long to find it - the stroller was perched precariously atop a pile of garbage at the nearby dumb
>he was screaming something awful, and, by the sound of it, had been doing it for a good hour
>"How the fuck did she didn't hear you?" Blitzo asked, rhetorically, as he climbed the pile "You sound like a grown-ass man!"
>several tumbles down the jagged scrap, and one burial under garbage later, he pushed the somewhat dented stroller out of the dump
>Lil' Morty had stopped crying, and just stared at him, with big, sad eyes
>"Boy, you're not a pretty one..." the older imp exhaled "But at least you're cute..."

>her eyes widened when she saw him, limping across the street with the wobbly stroller, the telltale horns of her baby poking through the canopy
>to her, he looked like he just clambered out of a warzone
>with all the heroism that it implies
>"H-Here's your baby..." he muttered, before being abruptly cut off, as she wordlessly wrapped herself around him
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>frozen still, he felt her arms envelop his torso, and her chin coming to rest in the nook of his neck
>he could FEEL her sigh of relief, and the heat of her body through the fabric
>good thing, though, as it reminded him to breathe
>she let go, after a bit, but her hand suddenly slipped up to his head
>grabbing his cheeks from either side, she drew him in, planting kiss after kiss, on his too cheeks, his forehead, his snout, and finally, on his mouth
>slightly breathless, she staggered back, sighing happily
>looking up, her mouth formed a silent "oh", and she giggled at the sight of the black lipstick-covered Blitzo
>soon enough, she drew out a fresh kerchief, and began to wipe him down - at which point, he came to as well
>"D-Don't bother!" he blurted out grabbing her hand "I can manage! You-You take care of that baby!"
>she just stared at him
>"M-Maybe try to go a different route? I'll try to take care of... That Hellhound."
>she still just stared, as a blush spread on her cheeks
>wondering what was up, he looked down, and his eyes nearly popped out

>in an effort to stop her ministrations, he ended up holding her hand

>he withdrew his hand like she was on fire, and, all at once, the spell broke, causing her to retreat as well, both fidgeting with embarrassment
>"W-Well, anyway..." he began "Where was your husband? Why wasn't he helping?!"

>all at once, the impette's body seemed to slump
>"He's gone." she replied "Last purge took him."
>"Oh..."
>Blitzo's tail slumped to the ground
>"I... See, I'm... Sorry to hear... Wait."
>he looked up
>"So... How did you manage without him? You got a job or--?"
>but he cut off, seeing her turn away, and pull her sweater lower on her legs
>a different sort of blush spread on her face
>one of shame
>"I... Work during the night..:" she muttered
>no more needed to be said
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>hurriedly, he dug through his coat, producing a small scrap of paper
>"Here's my number." he said, offering it to her
>again, she just had her eyes dance between it and his own
>he felt like he could get lost in those
>"J-Just call me if you need some help." he stuttered "I'm available most mornings and evenings."

>she just stared
>and then...
>...she smiled
>he felt like he was burning up, as her hand carefully took the card from him, chastely avoiding his touch


>on his way up the stairs, his brain was working overtime
>all these ideas, all these new thoughts and emotions...!
>he felt energized
>empowered
>and suddenly, a thought stuck
>it all clicked


>he entered the room with a broad smile
>"Welcome back, everyone! Hope you enjoyed the break!" he said, grandly
>"Where the fuck where you?!" Loona snapped angrily, causing him to pause "You've been gone for hours! I messaged you several times! Did you lost your phone, or some shit?!"
>"I'm fine, Loona." he replied "And, I'm back, so you can stop worrying."
>she could only gape at this
>"Now, have I missed any important calls?"
>"...No." she said, upset
>now HE wasn't reacting to her properly, either!
>"Well, good! I have some important news!" and he turned to the others

>"As you've all noticed..." he began "Hell's going through a number of changes, thanks to you-know-who..."
>he still didn't dare to call her by her name
>"...So, I figured that it'll be in the company's best interest to stay ahead of the curve!"
>"What do you mean?" Millie asked
>"Glad you asked." he replied with a smile "Starting from today, the middle letter of our acronym will no longer stand for "Murder", but rather, for "Mortal". And don't worry, murder will still be a part of our services. However, I think our connection to the mortal realm can be used for something better!"
>"What sort of something?" Moxxie asked, deciding to play along - for once, their boss seemed to be actually onto something
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>"Well, as you could guess from the change of acronym, we'll be offering broader services to Sinners. Not just to settle scores, or take out wrongdoers, but also, allowing them to reconnect with their lost ones. Deliver messages from the grave, or solve unfinished business, that sort of thing..."
>"Just one question about that." Moxxie began, raising his hand "Will we be bringing THEM back to the surface? Because that may brake some pretty fundamental laws, and get us into trouble."
>"...Excellent observation, Moxxie!" the older imp replied, causing the former musician to beam "I'll have to contact Stolas about it... Now, if only he'd pick it up..."


>Prince Stolas stared at the screen
>another missed call

>part of him was overjoyed that the imp would call him, instead of the other way around
>but another part of him just felt sad
>his wife rested in his other arm, and their bed was covered in feathers
>all the self-isolation, all the worry over the young Magne's debauchery, and all the preparation had only managed to draw them closer, rather than push them apart, like he feared
>he couldn't complain
>he just had the best sex with his wife he ever had, and, in a couple of hours, he'll be up and about, preparing a home-cooked meal for Octavia
>with a sigh, he put the phone down

>the Princess had changed them, all of them, as it seemed
>but he wouldn't have it any other way