A few hours later, two Imps came to the street market, one a short white haired male, the other a black horned female. They stepped around a pair of hellhounds trying to sharpen some spoons on the ground.

The pair had gone to the I.M.P office an hour ago, had stopped screaming at what they saw thirty minutes ago, and Stolas asked them to check up on Octavia and Loona ten minutes ago. They had recovered during the walk, and on the way had met another Hellhound, a large muscular male, who was also looking for Loona.

"No knives today?" Millie sighed at seeing the lack of casual carnage in the market.

"Supply chain!" a voice yelled from the Spoons stall.

"I guess not. Place seems pretty empty," Moxxie noted.

Vortex frowned.

"Loona's still not answering her phone..."

"Wait, you hear that?" Millie said, as the sound of a ringing cellphone neared.

However, rather than in Loona's hands, it was carried by a pink Sinner Demon.

"Oh, hello, you two work at I.M.P, yes? I think this is your colleague's phone..." she said.

"It is... Where'd you find it, Mrs Mayberry?" Millie said.

She pointed at an alleyway. The four went over to investigate, only to be spoken to by a cloaked figure deeper down the way.

"Are any of you in the market for some... unique trinkets?" The newcomer offered.

"Not really, we're looking for two girls, a hellhound and an owl-demon?" Vortex said.

"All I have are keychains...." The figure gestured to his stall.

Vortex and Mrs Mayberry moved forward, but Millie and Moxxie paused.

"...Keychains?" Moxxie frowned.

The figure showed off his wares, but Vortex frowned upon seeing... and smelling... a familiar looking one.

"Where'd you get that one from?" The Hellhound asked, pointing. Mayberry moved over to examine it.

"That looks a lot like..."

"Oh, I got that one here," The figure said, producing and tossing a handkerchief that covered the two demons before him.

Before the eyes of the two Imps that had held back, the pair in front of them cried out, and vanished as the cloth shrank down...

With a wave, the figure picked up his handkerchief and two new keychains.

Millie growled, leaping forward having pulled an axe from nowhere, only to be parried by swords appearing in the hands of the other demon. Moxxie had pulled a handgun, but his shots were blocked by his wife.

"You wizard clown asshole!" Mille fumed.

Said asshole dodged her attacks, keeping Millie between him and the hesitant Moxxie, before he grew bored and simply hurled back at her husband, knocking their weapons away. They tried to recover, but a cloth landed atop them, and they too cried out as they felt themselves shrinking, freezing... and transforming.

Piedmon removed the cloth, and found the two dangling from only one chain with their small ball-hands linked together.

"Now, is that three additions or four, since you two are together forever?" He chuckled.

None of the keychains replied.