Demon's Hunt.

Immidate murder professionals? more like Incredibly Mad professionals.

Millie: where did you send my Baby, you boney,old,skinny asshole?!

Despite Millie's fear of the Grim Reaper,she had her obsessive and motherly rage to wash that fear away. He took her baby from her! Her baby! As she said once before she didn't care if Jamesina didn't want to be a family with her or even if she hated her.

Millie loved Jamesina with all her demonic heart and was never going to let her go,even if the grim reaper was involved or not.

Grim Reaper: I will not say anything to you,demon.

Alastina: I thought that angels are supposed to be pure,honest and abiding by the rules of God. You killed demons out out of blood lust about,hmmm five thousand years ago.

Grim Reaper: I did,but the Lord,Jehovah guided me to away from my bloodthirst.

Moxxie: wait? You killed demons just to enjoy killing them? I thought you were under rules not to kill demons out of blood lust.

Even with the intense fear of the Grim Reaper,Moxxie was genuinely curious about him. He wanted to get to know the angel of death that everyone in hell feared.

He wanted to see if he wasn't this remorseless and merciless killer everyone saw him as. He was once there during his childhood,well Moxxie's childhood wasn't really a childhood because all it was was him learning to be a ruthless mafia boss with no regard for anything unless its money or family.

Crimson taught him the mafia and ruthlessness side while his mother spoke against him and his wicked ways. One night when Moxxie felt that his very life was in danger he decided to run away from his home to get away from his abusive and horrible father and there he met the grim reaper at five years old.

Flashback.

A much more younger Moxxie is hiding under his bed while his parents were arguing.

Crimson was arguing with his wife,arguing because he thinks that he's "babying" his legacy. More like raising their son with love and to have morals rather than making them a cold-blooded imp.

Not wanting to endure more of this arguing anymore,Moxxie decided sneak put of the house,at least until this arguing stopped.

He slipped up from under his bed and making a break for the front doors. Tears threatening to fall from his young face but he attempted to ignore them and kept running.

However he wasn't looking where he was going and bumped into something,a leg. In his clumsiness the imp child fell down and landed on his bottom.

The man whom Moxxie bumped into looked down upon him,his golden eyes were the only thing that were giving a slight glow in the darkness of this individual in front of him.

Grim Reaper: Hello,Child.

Moxxie: *timid* h-h-hello,mister.

Grim Reaper: what troubles you? I can sense that you are....conflicted. what is causing you to be conflicted for a child?

Moxxie: I don't think you would understand.

Grim Reaper: how can I understand if you don't tell me?

The young imp had no real answer to that.  It was a good question but he was a complete stranger to him and as any other child it was his initial instinct to not trust a person he didn't know and simply stood silent.