Loona the Caretaker

Never Make Loona Mad

Cody was still shooting hoops at the arcade and his new hellhound friends noticed how well the kid was doing in this little arcade game. Cody was getting perfect scores through the hoops without missing. Dozens of other demon kids and some adult demons gathered around to notice this little event happening right now.

"Kids got skills." said an older kid demon.

"How does he do that?" his younger imp brother said in amusement.

"No idea." their muscular father said. There were so many tickets being pulled out of the hoop machine and it was almost piling like a mountain. Loona couldn't help but videotape this on her phone.

This was quite remarkable how Cody got some enhanced agility from his hellhound form. "This is fucking awesome." she thought.

"How long can the kid keep this up?" asked Vortex.

"I have no idea." Crystal replied.

"Look at him go." Serena added.

At last, after ten more minutes of ticket winning and shooting as much hoops as he can, Cody knew that he had to get tired some time, even if he is a hellhound now (even if Hellhounds can do exercise far longer than humans can).

He was not completely Hellhound however, for he can still sweat like a human can (granted, he doesn't know if Loona can pant her tongue out like regulsr wolves or dogs can.) He had enough and looked at all the tickets he won, abd he was surprised.

Perhaps- he was so caught up in the hoop shooting, he didn't even notice all the tickets he won, and he was surprised. He then wiped his now doggy-face as small drops of sweat were dripping from his pores.

He heard some demons cheer on for him and praising him for his skills. Deep down, Cody was touched that he was getting praise from these demons. Funny enough, he didn't see that mean, far demon boy that picked on him.

It was good however, because that kid meant trouble to him, especially how he just pushed Cody out of pure spite. "That was amazing, Cody." said Loona, going up to congratulate him with her cronies. "How did you do that?"

"I... don't really know." Cody admitted, sounding modest in himself. "I just shoot the ball into the hoop and I kept winning tickets."

"Maybe it's because of your enhanced eyesight and strength, Cody." Tex smiled.

"Ooh, maybe." the boy looked at the pile of tickets and wondered if there was anything good that he can purchase with them. There was a skinny, lanky imp demon in a carny-like outfit, looking shady and sleazy, and he looked like a con-artist kind of demon.

"Hello, hello!" said the employee. "Whoo, that is a lot of tickets, youngin. Wait- were you the one the crowd was looking at a few minutes earlier?" he sounded ratber curious.

"Yeah. That was me. I was shooting hoops without missing a shot."

"Sweet Satan!" said the arcade demon in surprise, looking at all the tickets and what the boy said before. "Well, it's your lucky day, my boy. What would you like to purchase?"

The kid looked long and hard at the many different prizes on display. One thing that caught his attention was something very nice and very valuable. This prize had the highest price of any ticket in this place.

It was a Black Label Society ring, the one that fellow berserkers have as a kind of symbol of being a fan of the band. When he first came down here, he noticed the Black Label Society wallpaper that Loona had on a side of her wall.

Loona is certainly a metal-loving hellhound, for she had the looks and makeup to show that she was, along with the Black Label poster, and Pantera, and Metallica, and Megadeth, etc.