A limo drove through the streets, an imp driver and two occupants. An white owl-like female, and a pink succubus. The pair clinked their champagne glasses.

"A job well done on the part of our associate, and our mutual problems resolved," Stella said to her ally.

"I had my doubts but he's got such a unique way of making demons disappear..." Verosika smirked.

The limo pulled up to the meeting place, and Stella had her driver hang back with the car. Piedmon waited for his employers.

"Good evening. Your... requests," the Clown-like creature said, producing the goods.

Stella sighed at seeing Octavia's keychain.

"A pity she got in the way, but we can always fix her later. My former husband though can remain a keychain with that little commoner. Of course the plebian would meet his end stuck to the blasted Imp..."

Verosika toyed with the dangling chains she held: The three other I.M.P staff, Vortex, the woman she didn't recognise that was apparently just there by coincidence, and Blitzo, hand held with the tiny form of Stolas.

"At least Blitzo actually looks cute now. Shame about Vortex but he might make a good accessory on my next photoshoot..."

"Sorry to interrupt, but I will be needing payment for the job completed..." Piedmon spoke up.

"Yes, of course. Verosikia?"

The succubus produced an envelope, moving over to hand it to Piedmon.

"Here you are," she said... and gasped as from the sleeves of the Digimon came a handkerchief string that swiftly wrapped up her arms, and then the rest of her body. Mummified in a flash, she squealed... and then with crackling energy, began shrinking.

"H-how dare you!"  Stella screeched, moving to try and attack the treacherous creature, only to find herself facing an oncoming cloth. She dived aside just in time, seeing another fly past and strike her driver who began shrinking with a cry of terror and the clink of, ironically, dropped car keys.

Before the last unkeychained Goetia could react though, a third landed upon her.

"You... You'll pay for this you-" She screamed out in rage as she shrank, falling silent as she too became just another keychain.

Piedmon waved his hands, looking at the three new creations that appeared in them.

"Ah, a whole set. The Goetias, and an entire little assassin company. I suppose I'll keep you outsiders with the gang though, you were all part of the same transaction," he told the inert plastic dolls that dangled from his hands.

With his power, he grabbed the limo's keys, attaching the former driver to the keychain, and admired his bonus. The doors clicked open, and in the back he found the champagne bottle... and a magazine lying open to an article about a 'Happy Hotel'.

An enthusiastic white-skinned demon blonde in red, and a white-haired grey-skinned demon wearing an x-marked eyepatch, looking a little less excited were pictured beside it, the blonde the apparent owner of the establishment.

"Ah, perhaps I should look into getting some more... one of a kind additions to the collection."