It had been some time since Dustin had been taken over by the bug. According to Flint, the dogs were ambivalent about him. He’d have to do something grand to get them back on his side again.

Fortunately, he’d planned for this.

“Yo, Spike,” Dustin said, walking into the library with a rolled-up letter. “Got something you can send to Celestia.”

“Yo.” Spike waved as he saw the fox. “What ya got?”

“Just a request for her to come visit my mine,” the fox replied. “See, there’s a pretty valuable vein of metal down there, but I’m 95% sure that there’s demons lurking in the deeps waiting for us to mine it.” He shrugged. “Way I figure it, is if Celestia can’t clear them out, she’ll know who can.”

“Demons? Really?” Spike asked. “Aren’t those things like… myths?” He hummed. “Then again, myth does have some basis in fact if you go back far enough.”

“Uhuh, and where does a vein of Adamantine fall on your myth-scale?” the fox questioned with a raised brow.

“Rare, but not unheard of.” Spike asked as he took the rolled up letter. “Now is it a vein, a seam, or something more solid?”

“According to Flint, it goes pretty far down, as far as the dogs are willing to excavate anyways,” Dustin replied. “And I’m pretty sure the central column is hollow. Which sets off every last alarm I have. We’ve stuck to the branches, and we can sort of use it if we break it off carefully. But I want to get in the mine’s good graces again with the whole thing. But again, afraid of demons.”

“That sounds like an Adamantine deposit with vein coming off of the main body.” Spike commented as he wrote his own notes and rolled them up. “And yeah, demons might be an issue.”

“Yeah, so…” the fox rolled a paw. “I’m hoping that if I’m the one to bring Celestia in and ask her nicely to clear out the evil before somedog gets a stupid idea, that the mine won’t hate me anymore. Plus, more adamantine for everyone.”

“Sounds like all good things. Baring that Celestia and Lily can come up with a solution.” Spike nodded as he raised the letters, took a breath, and breathed a stream of fire on the letters, which quickly burned into a greenish smoke that then flew out the window.

“Cool,” Dustin relaxed a little. “So, you got anything good to read while I wait for a response?”

Spike blinked and raised a claw to gesture around at the shelves and shelves of books.

“I was fishing for a recommendation,” the fox chuckled, before walking up to a shelf and picking out a book at random.

“And I answer a question with another question,” Spike started, “What are you in the mood for?”

Dustin turned and raised his own eyebrow. “I’m a fox from another dimension,” he pointed out blandly. “Heck, even your children’s books are interesting to me.”

“Quite literally, we have anything from Equestrian myths and legends to stuff from other dimensions that just happens to fall through once and awhile.” Spike shrugged. “Because apparently the interdimensional bureaucracy sucks and we’ve got more holes in ours than swiss cheese. Twilight did a report on it awhile back. You ever read The Never Ending Story?”

“Not really,” the fox admitted as he opened the book he’d pulled off the shelf.

“Guile said there was a movie, or three… ish.” Spike shrugged.

“Again, not the most sociable of creatures,” Dustin answered. Huh. It was taking an awful long time. “I’ll just pull up a chair while I wait.”

“Dude… They’re royalty and it’s the middle of a Wednesday. Day Court is still a thing. Might want to wait for them to have lunch or something.” Spike started.

Only for there to be a flash of bright light. As the light faded there was a small tan-yellow dog-like creature with blue eyes, a gold ring around its neck, and a pair of glasses on its muzzle. “Status report.”

“Hi m- Lily.” Spike replied before coughing into a claw.

“Ah,” Dustin closed the book and put it on a table. “Well, the vein’s been unearthed for...a month or two now,” he said, looking upward in thought. “In that time we’ve uncovered several branches into the surrounding rock, which we were careful enough to cut off so they didn’t damage the main column. Thing is still hollow when we knock on it, and the longer you spend around it, the more ominous whispers you hear. So yeah, 95% chance of demons.”

“So, manifested malevolence, okay.” She started pacing. “Give me a moment. Need to think of a course of action.”

“Need any back up, you know, just in case?” Spike asked. “I could letter anybody.”

“Great idea!” Lily brought up. “Spike, need a book.”

“Pick one.” Spike replied.

“The Wizard’s Companion.” She commented. “Wait, wait nevermind. I know a guy who owes me a favor.” She walked over to the table, retrieved a quill and drew a pentagram on the ground. She looked at it, thickened a line or two, then put her paw on the pentagram.

Instantly the room started smelling of brimstone. Which faded after a moment.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Can somebody get that?” Lily asked, turning towards the door.

Dustin raised an eyebrow, before walking over to the door and cautiously opening it a little.

A tall man stood at the door. He wore a dark red vest, under a brighter red suit coat, dark red pants, and crimson dress shoes. The skin of his face was pale. A single red monocle sat over his right eye. The sclera of his eyes were a deep red, the irises were a brighter red, and his pupils were black as coal. Atop this man’s head were two small black antlers, as well as two fluffy ears.

In his right hand he held a cane, topped with what looked like an old radio microphone. In his other was… a rabbit? It had the body of a hare, with forelegs ending in the talons of a hawk, as well as the wings on a hawk on its back. A pair of deer antlers protruded from its head. It’s eyes were more pony-like and were a bright gold.

Dustin blinked for a moment.

“Hell-”

Dustin slammed the door in his face.

“Mind telling me why there’s a demon on the doorstep?” the fox turned and asked the other digimon in the room. “I’m pretty sure that is exactly the problem I wrote about!”

Lily shrugged. “Alastor owes me a favor. He wouldn’t kill anybody, there’s rules to things like this.”

“And Artemia wouldn’t be happy if he did.” Spike commented.

The fox sighed and opened the door again to look out at the terrifying man. “My apologies,” he said to the demonic looking being. “It’s just, I currently have a bit of a demon problem myself, and you were not a pleasant reminder of that fact.”

“Not a problem my effeminate fellow.” The demon spoke with a sharp, yellow-toothed grin as he stepped inside. His voice sounded staticy, like it was coming from an old-timey radio. “Having demon problems, eh? Well, you’ve come to the right place!” He held out the arm holding the hare and Spike took it. “So, how can I help you?”

“Spike.” The hare complained. “Put me down. I am not a toy.”

“Sorry, sorry, but when he hands you something, you take it.” Spike grumbled as he set the hare down on the floor. The hare then proceeded to sit on her haunches and observe everyone like she was one of the Princesses.

“Adamantine deposit,” the fox supplied to the large demon. “We’ve been careful breaking off the branches, but I’m afraid that any more of the ominous whispering from the column is going to give my dogs waking nightmares. I’d like to mine it all anyways, I’m just not suicidal.”

“Obviously not. You wouldn’t like what happens afterwards.” The demon raised a brow. “So, whispering and demons.” He chuckled. “Describe them, my good man, what do they look like?”

“Well, again, we’re not stupid, we haven’t opened the vein up,” the fox admitted. “But I’m pretty sure I know how this song and dance goes. Someone gets greedy and mines into the column, thinking ‘there must be more adamantine inside.’” He shook his head. “It’s already confirmed to be hollow. The moment we break into it, all hell is going to break loose. I’m thinking we’d be lucky to have a one percent survival rate if we did, and those whispers are scaring the miners anyways.”

“Sounds like one hell of a party.” The demon chuckled again. “That or cthulhu decided that some of his followers got particularly irksome and stuck them in a box.”

The hare suddenly tapped the ground with a talon. “My name is Artemia and while I am happy to help, you’re going to need to evacuate the mine while I do my job. This will require quick and clean kills, and I can’t risk unwanted casualties.”

The fox frowned. “The dogs don’t exactly go to the surface all that often,” he pointed out. “Only to trade and gather things that don’t grow underground.” He hummed a moment. “I could ask them to move towards the upper layers,” he admitted. “And the vein is at the deepest point of the mine.” He looked between the two demonic entities for a moment. “I’d ask if you want a minerdog to break it open for you, but I’m sure of two things. One, that’d be construed as an insult to your strength, and two, none of the dogs would take that order anyways.”

“Smart fellow.” The demon replied, as the static seemed to increase. There was a faint pressure on Dustin’s everything before it ceased. “Now! Shall we make this official before we give your dogs a night on the town?” He held out a hand.

“Ah...normally I’d shy away from making a deal with a demon, but...desperate times,” the fox sighed, before holding out his own paw and shaking the demon’s hand.

“Great!” The demon straightened. “Now, Darling,” he looked at Artemia. “You can do your job while I go take a look around this delightful, candy colored world.”

Lily sighed. “Congrats, you just gave one of the most powerful demons, and the Queen of the Hunt, free roam to do whatever they want.”

“Not to worry my dear, we know the rules. We wouldn’t want the pretty little angel to throw a fit, now would we.” Alastor chuckled as they walked to the door, reopened it, and walked outside.

There was a moment.

“Hello there my skeletal friend!” Came Alastor’s call.

Silence.

“Oh My God! Alastor!” For the first time, everyone in the tree library heard the sounds of a Prime Evil squealing like a fanboy.

“That wasn’t the reaction I expected, but I’ll take it!” Alastor’s reply was quite enthusiastic.

“You, organize your dogs.” Artemia spoke a little stiffly to Dustin, before half-hopping out the door.

“There you are Darling! Have you met my friend...”

“I’m Lucifer.” The Prime Evil snapped quickly.

“Oh, that is just delightful.”

Artemia blinked at the pair of demons from the doorway as Alastor just chuckled. “It’s so nice to meet a fan.”

“Things are going to somehow get more weird now.” Spike sighed, rolling his eyes.

“More weird? Now?” the fox asked. “At least it’s not Tuesday.”

Artemia sighed and slumped a little. “Blasted tomfoolery.”

“Flint,” Dustin said upon entering the mine. “We need to evacuate everydog to the upper levels at least. Outside if they can manage it. I might’ve...found a solution to the demon problem, but there’s a risk of friendly fire.”

Flint looked up. “Is i’ ‘bout the Adamantine?”

“Yes, look, I promise, I’m not mind controlled, I found a way to make it safe.” Dustin said, stepping to one side to reveal Artemia. “She’ll go in and deal with the squatters, but...there’s some risk that we might be caught in the crossfire. So, we’ll get everydog up, out if we can, and I’ll make sure nodog goes in until she gives the all-clear, okay? This way, no more whispers, no more evil behind the walls of the Adamantine, everyone wins.”

“Is tha’ a bloody rabbi’?” Flint asked pointed at the hare while looking at Dustin.

Artemia moved with cat-like grace and grew until she was eye to eye with the dog. Her wings opened. A blast of cold air and snow erupted from them as she did. “I assure you, whatever is down there will be dead by the ‘morrow.”

“She’s a big rabbi’.” Flint nodded at the demon hare. “Good. Thank ye.”

Artemia nodded back. “My mother did not raise a mewling kitten.”

“And I don’ raise sof’ pups.” Flint chuckled.

“Okay,” Dustin nodded. “Flint, issue the evacuation order. Make sure we have enough food, alcohol, beds, that sort of thing. We may be up here all night, depending on how resilient the demons are.”

“Will do Boss.” Flint looked towards the fox and nodded. “Righ’ away.” He looked back to Artemia. “A pleassure te mee’ ye.”

The demon hare dipped her head in a small bow. “Likewise.”

With a final nod, Flint limped off into the mine proper. They could already hear him barking orders.

“Do you need me to lead you to the vein, or…” Dustin trailed off as he looked at the no-longer-small hare.

Artemia looked at him curiously. “If you want to, but I can find my own way if need be.”

“Alright then,” Dustin nodded. He paused for a moment. “Might want to shrink down again so you don’t scare the dogs,” he noted politely.

With a small nod the demon hare shrank back down to her more manageable size. “Apologies. I am far too used to being the one hunted, rather than being the hunter.”

“Fair, fair,” Dustin nodded. “Okay, so...to the depths then.” He began leading the way into the mine, past the hurrying dogs and nodded politely at them all as they passed.

“How far down is it?” Artemia asked.

“The literal deepest point of the mine,” the fox answered. “That’s where they found it, and while I was mind-controlled, we excavated quite a bit more of it. It looks like a giant blue root growing upwards.”

“If you want the honor of breaking the metal, I may phase through the vein and kill what’s on the other side, if you so wish.” The demon hare replied.

Dustin blinked. “That would cut out a large bit of the trouble involved in breaking the vein open,” he admitted. “I’m mostly concerned for something trying to sneak by you and get at the dogs.”

“More of a reason to not damage the vein.” Artemia added. “I know the value of good resources.”

“Well, that too,” the fox admitted as they arrived at the elevator. “Okay, step on,” he said, barely stopping himself from saying something that might be construed as offensive.

“Please, be honest. If you have anything to say, say it.” She replied.

“Nope,” the fox shook his head as he stepped on after the hare, hitting the lever to descend. No way he was about to say ‘hop on’ to a demon hare that could rend him in half.

“I assure you, there’s nothing worse you could say than what I have heard in the past five-hundred years.” The hare replied.

“There’s a difference between being funny and being intelligent enough to know when not to joke around,” the fox countered.

The hare simply shrugged in response. The ride passed in silence for a minute or so, before they arrived at the level of the adamantine. Dustin pulled the lever to get the elevator to stop, before he led the way towards the vein. “It’s this way,” he supplied. The hare nodded and followed the fox as they continued deeper into the mine. The walls were looking more rough hewn this far down.

They turned a corner, and after following a short hallway, they came across the Adamantine chamber. The massive column of blue stuck out of the earth, and several branches of the blue ore stuck out of it. The dogs had done a good job at breaking off the smaller ones and quarrying them into boulders, but a lot remained there. “Here we are,” the fox said, sweeping a paw out dramatically.

She took one look at it. Her eyes narrowed as her ears twitched back and forth. “Found them.” She looked at the fox. “I recommend running.”

The air suddenly got very cold.

“I’ll just...guard the hallway,” the fox suggested, taking a step back. Then two. Then he turned and booked it so that he couldn’t see what was happening. As he did the air shrieked as a hurricane came into existence. When he looked back all he could see was wind and snow. He could barely make out the silhouette of Artemia phasing into the adamantine.

Alastor paused, the cup halfway to his lips. “Oh, she’s having fun.” He took a sip. “Delightful.”

“Mmmmph?” There was a spray of crumbles from Lucifer’s skull.

“Who’s having fun?” Pinkie Pie asked, coming with more food for the small group.

“Oh, she’s the most adorable little creature. Say did I ever tell you about the time-”

Everything was silent. The storm had faded a minute or two ago. Dustin tentatively made his way back down the hallway.

Something stepped out of the adamantine.

She had the front half of a red-tailed hawk, and the back half of a lioness. White antlers protruded from the back of her head. Her ears also appeared more like a deer rather than a lion or a bird. Her whole body appeared holey and motheaten, with the holes in her feathers being the most notable. Additionally, of note, was a massive gaping hole in her chest, right where her heart would be.

Okay. Either this was another form of the hare, or one had gotten past her. He should brace either way. He’d find out in a second, which was about the average response time for a Diamond Storm.

The “griffon” finally noticed that Dustin was standing there, and immediately widened her eyes and pinned back her ears. She took a step back. “Apologies. I am aware my visage is quite frightening.” She definitely sounded like Artemia.

“Hey, I’ll take this visage over anything that actively wants to hurt me,” the fox chuckled, relaxing and letting the slight glow in his eyes die. “So...you done down there?”

Her wings lightly fluttered as she composed herself. “It is done.”

“Oh, great,” the fox smiled. “Okay, so. Need to get them all back down here and tell them the good news...need to get to work on increasing the production...this is great news, y’know. Did you want something as a reward, or…”

She blinked. “Beg pardon? Reward?”

“Payment, reward, same difference,” the fox waved a paw. “You did me a service, I should pay you for your work.”

“I was not expecting compensation.” The griffoness replied.

“Then frankly your idea of labor laws needs to be updated,” Dustin deadpanned. “Come on, shrink down and let’s go tell the dogs the good news. You should at least be there for the party afterwards.”

There was an explosion of snow, and once the small storm faded, the demon hare was back. “I will contemplate a suitable reward in the meantime.”

“Mhm,” Dustin nodded again, giving the vein a look over. “You can regale the dogs with tales of your slaughter of the demons over a river of alcohol and food.” He turned and led her back towards the elevator. “It’s gonna be a heckuva party. Especially because now I can introduce them to the best mining song ever.”

“Good food and good drink? Sounds good to me.” She shrugged.

Geralt blinked.

His mind was fuzzy.

He was sure he was home a minute or two ago.

He looked at the surrounding people. Pinkie, the eternally poofy, was bringing out yet more bread. Said bread was being devoured by a multi-limbed skeleton in a robe and a very well dressed man with a monocle. There was jazz music playing from somewhere, but Geralt was sure that Sugarcube Corner didn’t have a jukebox.

“Man… How high am I right now?” Geralt replied stupidly.

“Not high enough my wolfish companion.” The well dressed man smiled toothily. “Tell me how did you break your foot?”

“He kicked me.” The skeleton said in an unholy rasp.

“Oh, you are quite the sturdy one.” The man chuckled.

“Haven’t seen anything come close to hurting him yet.” Pinkie chimed in.

“Why thank you, my fluffy pink anomaly.” The man nodded while daintily taking a roll.

“You betcha Ally!” Pink grinned just as wide as the man.

“This has to be a drug induced fever dream.” Geralt responded.

“Oh, it’s real sonny.”

Geralt looked to his left to see a woman with a blond buzzcut pouring a generous amount of strong smelling alcohol into a steaming coffee cup. The woman took a drag out of the cup and gave him a glance. “Sad you won’t remember a thing. I’ll just have to meet you properly later.”

“M’kay.” Geralt responded with a blink.

“So, friends, did I ever tell you of the time I threatened to drop Artemia’s grandmother off the roof of Queen Bounty Headquarters?” The man asked.

“Counter offer, have I ever told you the story of how I spent three nights in a ditch in back in ‘nam?” The woman countered, swaying a little.

“Oh, War Flashbacks. Delightful.” The man grinned. “This story is going to end in tears, I just know it.”

Something told Geralt that it was going to be a long night.

“Everydog!” Dustin announced to the population of the mine. “Thanks to our delightful friend here,” he gestured to Artemia with a paw, “The demons behind the vein of Adamantine are no more!”

There was a loud cheer from the collected dogs. The hare puffed herself up a bit, clearly proud of her work. She was actually smiling for once.

“Now, this is going to mean more work,” Dustin cut in. “But not right away. Let’s get the facilities made to process all that ore built first, eh? We can worry about mining the stuff once we can handle the influx. But for the night? We celebrate!”

There was an even louder cheer from the dogs this time.

“Now,” Dustin pointed out some of the larger, more scarred dogs standing off to one side to Artemia. “Those are the guards of the mine, and the most likely to enjoy the tales of you slaying the demons and ply you with more drinks. Meanwhile, I have to meet with the miners to teach them a new song.”

“There really isn’t much of a story to tell.” Artemia replied with a shrug.

“They’ll embellish it five times before the night’s over and have it being where you tore out their throats with your teeth,” the fox promised. “You’ll go home wondering who was telling the truth by the end of the night, they love to play up tales of battle so much.”

“Ripping out throats is just disrespectful.” The hare replied. “All I did was have lunch.”

“Too much information for me,” Dustin deadpanned. “Go on and have fun.”

“Before you go off, just as a warning, Alastor may show up, any moment.” Artemia warned.

“Well this looks quite festive!” The hiss of static announced the demon’s presence.

Dustin turned.

There was Alastor, accompanied by Pinkie Pie, Guile (both mare and lizard were still wearing aprons), Jojo (who looked quite tipsy), and an outer space high Geralt. Said wolf stared around at everything much in the way an owl would stare at anything.

There was a loud gasp. Pinkie Pie basically appeared next to the hare. “She’s so fluffy!”

Artemia looked at Alastor for help. Alastor, in turn, narrowed his eyes slightly and gave her a shit-eating grin.

The hare looked up at the mare like a deer in the headlights. “Hello.”

“Hi!” Pinkie grinned. Immediately Artemia was picked up and cuddled against the mare’s chest fluff. “You are so cute! I love your antlers, and your feets are so pointy! And you horns-”

“Pinks, be more careful with the soul-shredding demon.” Guile replied weakly as the lizard plodded up to the mare.

“She’ll be fine!” Alastor proclaimed.

“Which one?” Guile asked.

Alastor just grinned in response and then turned his attention to Artemia. “Relax my dear, we’re on vacation.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and headed over to the miner dogs. “Okay boys,” he said, before correcting himself. “And some girls I see. That’s fine. I have a song you all can learn for when you’re digging. You might have to change a few words, but I’m sure you can work out which ones.”

There was a small chorus of okays from the miner dogs. Dustin pulled his pack around, fished around for his music player, and scrolled through the options. He landed on one and then pressed play. Immediately, the dog’s ears all perked up.

“Oh, jaunty.” Alastor commented as Geralt was guided over to a table by a few dogs. Lucifer meanwhile floated between various conversations, unintentionally spooking whatever group was talking.

“Yeah, this is the metal version of the song,” Dustin commented. “The lyrics are the same, but it’s got more of a punch to it.”

“Not my style, but not my party, so carry on.” Alastor walked over, plucked the hare out of Pinkie’s grasp, and walked over to a table to sit down. He crossed one leg over the other, sat the hare down, and started stroking her in the same way one would stroke a cat. The hare, in turn, was trying to get at Alastor’s ears, but they were sadly out of reach.

The hare huffed. “If you desire to embarrass me, then let me return the favor.”

“Ha!” The demon laughed. “No.”

The song finished playing, and Dustin noticed the dog’s heads bobbing along. “So, I take it you liked?” he teased.

There was a loud cry from the dogs. Yes, they indeed enjoyed it.

“Well,” the fox said, turning the player off and stuffing it back in his bag. “You have my permission to alter the word ‘dwarf’ to ‘dog’ and adopt it for use in the mine.”

“Well Boss, Ah think ya jus’ found us a new diggin’ song.” Flint laughed happily. “An’ Ah tink yer back in da dogs good graces. Now all we go’ ta do is crack open dat adamantine deposit.”

“Ap!” Dustin put a finger up. “First, make sure that we have the infrastructure. Stoneworking shops to spin the adamantine into the threads, smelters to make it into the wafers, and smithies to work the wafers into the strongest swords and armor seen by dogs for centuries. It’s been a while since you all last worked with one this big, after all. Make sure the stations are in use and good repair, and make sure you have the best dogs to work on this. We only have so much, we are not going to turn out inferior products for the mine!”

“Yer righ’ Boss.” Flint shrugged.

“If I might butt in.” Alastor raised a hand. Dustin turned and raised an eyebrow. “As a reward to my darling huntress here, how about enough of your local currency to buy a plot of land somewhere?”

“But you don’t normally own land.” The hare narrowed her eyes at the demon.

“And you.” He booped her nose. “Are still homeless.”

“I mean, maybe?” Dustin blinked. “Flint, how much money does the mine have put aside?”

“Did Ah neva take ya ta da vaul’?” Flint blinked. “Shi’ dat shoulda been on da lis’. I’s no’ far from yer quar’ers Boss. Da old Bosses liked ta ‘ave deir bi’s close by.”

“Okay then,” the fox shrugged. “Let’s agree that when you find a plot of land she wants, send the bill to the mine. Sound fair?”

Alastor reached into his coat and pulled out a scroll. With a shake, it unrolled. “Already done, my fuzzy, feminine fellow.”

“Of course you already have one picked out.” Artemia rolled her eyes.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Alastor chuckled.

Dustin plucked the scroll from the demon and blinked a few times at the price tag. “I’m...not sure. Is that expensive?” He asked Flint as he passed it over to the foredog.

“Look’s like dis is on da ou’skir’s a pony town.” Flint commented. “Like da shy bu’er pegasus’s place.”

“...Okay then, fair enough,” the fox nodded. “We can afford the bill, right? For her clearing out the demons, I hope so.”

“Yes Boss, da’s no’ gonna be a problem.” Flint shook his head.

“Well then, the deal is done,” Dustin smiled. “It was nice doing business with you both.”

“Of course.” Alastor nodded. “It’ll be nice to get out of the house and not be greeted by fire and brimstone. It’ll be refreshingly different!”

“If anyone had a problem with this, they would have shown up by now.” Artemia commented from her place in the demon’s lap.

“That’s the spirit, you’ll finally be able to make your dreams a reality!” Alastor waved his walking stick. The demon hare only rolled her eyes.

“I hope I’m dreaming all this.” Came a groan from a table. “I wanna come down.”

“It’s okay.” The skeletal demon patted the werewolf’s shoulder. “I can ta-”

Pinkie Pie chimed in. “Who wants to move this party to Sugarcube Corner?!”

Guile gasped. “Pinkie No!”

Author's Note

This was a tad more shitposty, but the three of us (Thadius0, Dragonfire2lm, and myself) just had a blast writing this. Dragon want's it note that she's been binging Hazbin Hotel for weeks, so that's where Alastor and Artemia come from.