This fic is a collection of several multi-chapter stories about romancing Helluva Boss characters.
From an outsider's perspective, you had probably died in one of the coolest ways that somebody could die: fighting off a pack of wolves trying to save...
You surprisingly started receiving donations of money from Hellhounds and sinners alike, as thanks for Overlord Kerberos improving their lives. "The Heads of Kerberos" had been the ones to inform of, and pass on these donations to you. This signaled the end of your problem of the financial backing to commit to certain actions. As you received more donations and souls on behalf of Overlord Kerberos, it was evident you had become self-sustaining. You were wealthier than you had ever dreamed of becoming in your life before death.
It could not be overstated how much Loona contributed, once she knew you could be trusted again.
You and Loona started new programs (from the shadows, of course) that would replace pounds for younger Hellhounds, more akin to foster homes and schools than what had amounted to the prisons and detention centers they used to have. Her experience was integral to the creation of them, and there were points where you just had to step back and let Loona take over. She was fully on board with your Overlord status, now that you had proven you hadn't become corrupt, willing to give up power when you needed to. You became a mighty force that she could help direct. You created homeless shelters that would house older, struggling Hellhounds in the Pride Ring. You helped fund other programs proposed by leaders in your community. There was even a petition to get Lucifer involved in addressing the class status of Hellhounds across all seven rings. You were becoming the Overlord you always wanted to be, and Loona's support was truly invaluable. The two of you were helping Hellhounds rise above.
You had reached a point where you were doing all that you could.
You maintained your job at I.M.P., though you weren't really needed there anymore. I.M.P.'s reputation had grown significantly, and the company was making enough money to provide the employees with comfortable lives. It was mostly run for fun, and for the sake of sharpening the assassin's skills in cases of real danger. They were more selective with their targets now, opting to only take on missions where they felt the victim that was requesting a hit had truly been wronged by some asshole upstairs. Moxxie loved that part of the job; not having to question his morality every time he went on a mission with Blitzø. Ironically, there were a still a few families that ended up needing to be "taken care of."
You had ensured that the programs you ran were self-sustaining as well, and could function with community-elected leaders. There were still some higher-level decisions that needed to be made by you personally, but they were few and far between. Hellhounds, Loona especially, could handle themselves.
You relaxed in your office chair at your receptionist desk. You could never really leave this place; this was where you had grown to become of the "family" that lived here. It still had holes in the walls from regularly discharged guns, and maintained a chaotic atmosphere due to your boss, Blitzø. Those were a part of your workplace's charm, and you wouldn't give this up for anything. Though Blitzø could never go a few days before he inevitably bragged to the few employees privy to your identity about having an Overlord on his payroll.
You heard the door open, and prepared a welcoming greeting for the sinner that came through the door. You looked up, holding a debrief in your hands.
It was Carmilla Carmine.
Overlord Intro Part 6: The Tower, XVI
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