Stella: The hell you mean go to lust! Going out there is a death sentence. What we need to do is just stay inside, avoid windows, and figure out why the fuck god showed up at your front door.

Lucifer: The bastard just wants Y/n, but other that it doesn't really matter what else.

Moxxie: When the hell did he show up?

Lucifer walks up to you, before handing you something. He leaves without uttering another word.

Moxxie: He's fucking weird...

Y/n: Right...

Lucifer handed you a cd case, the very same cd Octavia gave you when you arrived in hell. Flipping it around you saw writing. It read "Do it for them, kill an exorcist, be who you are, and never lose yourself."

Staring at the cd, you just started crying. It made no sense. Simple words telling you to fight back brought you to tears. Only for you to realize what they meant. Years of work, dedication, love, passion, friendships. Fight for that, don't go towards the dark. It hits you... the worst best idea you ever had.

Y/n: Moxxie, you know how to work a camera right?

Moxxie: Somewhat yeah.

Y/n: ALASTOR!

Alastor appears from the basement with welding goggles.

Alastor: Yes my dear friend?

Y/n: I need you to come with me and Moxxie.

Alastor: During an extermination?

Y/n: Yes, I got an idea.

Alastor shrugs his shoulders.

Alastor: Sure I'll join in on your little espionage.

Y/n: Perfect.

Taking out your blade arm you sliced the air, opening it to 666 News studio.

Y/n: Vamos, we gotta do this fast.

Moxxie and Alastor walk through the portal. You then grabbed Loona's Attention.

Y/n: You're coming with.

Loona: What?! Why!?

Y/n: We might...Need to do the thing...again...

Loona: What thing? Wait...You don't mean the-

Y/n: Yeah I do, now come on.

Loona: I fucking hate you, you know that?

Y/n: (Hugging Loona softly) Love you to.

Loona just leans into you, after a couple of seconds you take her hand leading her into the portal. Arrive through the other side you saw the place was empty. Killjoy must've stayed home.

Y/n: Moxxie, I need you to set up the cameras, Al be sure to pick up every single radio broadcast and set it to here. Loona stand with me in front of the cameras.

While waiting for everyone to get ready, you and Loona sat on the news anchor table. You decided to tell Loona what happened during the fight between Adam.

Y/n: You know I died again...

Loona: Of course you fucking did, what does that make, 2 deaths?

Y/n: I count 4.

Loona: 4?

Y/n: When we went against striker, The blast, The 2 clones, and then Adam.

Loona: The clones don't count, they're still technically you.

Y/n: They're gone Yknow.

Loona: HOW?!

Y/n: Long story, but hey at least I can do this!

Snapping your fingers, you summoned a steak sandwich, splitting it between Loona.

Loona: Since when we're you able to do that?

Y/n: Couple of months, been testing the limits on this thing. Seems like there is a limit.

Loona: Which is?

Y/n: Myself, I have to set my own limit, or else life gets too boring. I wanna still be able to fight and feel pain. If I made myself indestructible, I'd probably go insane.

Loona: Makes sense, but holy fuck dude, at least give yourself some defense. All that shit you can do and you still lost to Adam?

Y/n: I didn't bother giving myself a stronger defense, if I wanted I'd give it to myself "Naturally".

Loona just clicks her tongue before leaning into you.

Loona: You're a fucking idiot you know that?

Y/n: And you're one mean bitch...

Loona laughs.

Loona: I miss when everything was simple...

Y/n: What do you mean?

Loona: You were just... a guy who worked with us, living in a apartment couple blocks away from me, eating cheap food, itching for another contract. Then after the night you killed that beast, everything changed. You started to not show up for work, you wander off to hell knows where, you're friends with a shit ton of powerful people. You risk you're life day in, day out for all of us, but none of this would be happening if you just let that news reporter die. I'm grateful for where you stand but aren't you tired of all this, thinking you need to be some sort of hero?

Y/n: Honestly, I am really tired. Can't just give up though, I wish for simpler times but I can't just...up and leave. Alastor needs my help from time to time, then I sometimes help with the hotel. Then I just have to worry about...people's needs. I want a break I really do, just a simple kill contract, maybe a night of crime.

Loona kisses you softly on the lips. You rarely get the chance to kiss her anymore. You felt bad for neglecting her and some of your other Relationships.

Y/n: You know what I can do?

Loona: What?

Y/n: I could try to... bend reality. Make people forget about me. Excluding you guys of course.

Alastor: You really want to do this Y/n?

Y/n: Al I fucking died for the 4th time, I'm tired of dying for what? 3 hours of safety, I miss my old apartment, I miss my job with Mox and Loona, I miss just chilling at the mall without people either trying to gut me or run away from me. I'll still work for you but it'll be once a month, but under an alias. I just want to be...Free.

Moxxie: So should we stop the broadcast?

Y/n: Yeah...let's just go home.

Picking up Loona bridal style, you opened a portal and hopped through it. You then explained to everyone at the house what you were going to do. Some were happy for you, some were disappointed but you knew what you wanted. A clean slate. You requested for everyone to not let people know of your existence, to pretend that you're a stranger. You started to warp the minds of others. Overlords forgot about you (Minus Alastor), civilians don't even remember the blast. Lucifer and the other kings (Minus Asmodeus) forgot about you. And you requested for everyone to just treat you like a friend and not some sort of trophy. Months go by and you slowly migrated back to your old apartment. Stella moved in again next door while the mansion was destroyed. After reaching your old life style you finally showed up to the I.M.P Building, Blitzø called in a meeting.

Blitzø: Ok cum sluts, we got a hit. Group of druggies and homeless people. Client got shanked and robbed before dying and wants that group dead! Understand?

Loona stares at her phone smiling.

Blitzø: Loonie open the portal please.

After a couple of minutes the portal was opened.

Millie: Oh boy I can't wait for a good ol thrashin

Moxxie: EFFICIENCY! Quick and easy! Remember! We don't need another murder family situation!

Y/n: Wasn't that whole situation your fault?

Moxxie: ACTUALLY-

Loona: Pfft, it totally was.

Blitzø: Just shut the fuck up and let's go, I've got...things to take care of later.

Y/n: Owl dick...

Blitzø: LETS GO!

Jumping through the portal you felt something you haven't felt in a long time, joy. Pure excitement and joy. Slaughtering rando's with an axe just felt nostalgic.