The Black Devil Omegaverse
"Any chance either of you could convince that pissed-off Hare to stop throwing attacks around for a couple minutes?"
"Well, he's got a soft spot for Ink." Priest was thinking about it out loud. "I don't know... Is there any way you could get his little no-furs out of Spitfire's hands? If we could do that, he might calm down."
"Mind shaking your tail for a good cause?" Hades asked, reaching for his hex magic. For the first time in days, he could touch his magic without feeling the contamination from the black sands. He'd been fully purged of his stolen underworld magick. Maybe that was where Spitfire had gotten his Hell Portal from.