Inko hummed to herself as she walked upto the front door of her mortal friend's house, a momentary twinge of worry stabbed through her, wondering if she would be welcomed or shunned before she steeled herself and knocked on the door. The sound of cursing and a bedroom door flinging open caused Inko to giggle slightly, Mitsuki always wanted more kids but for some reason never could manage after her son was born.

"What?" The blonde woman growled as she flung open the door clad in nothing but a bath robe. "Inks?!"

"Hi mit-chan. Can I come in or do I need to climb up the toilet pipe?" Inko asked, a small smile adorning her face.

"Holy shit! Come in, come in." Mitsuki grinned as she pulled Inko inside. "Hey babe! Inko's back!"

"Seriously?!" Masura shouted from his room.

"WHY WOULD I LIE YOU MORON?!" Mitsuki shouted.

"It's good to see you again Mits." Inko smiled softly. "Seriously thankyou for watching my son for me."

"No problem, now how was heaven?" Mitsuki asked.

"Heaven?" Inko giggled. "Oh Mitsuki sweety, I didn't go to heaven."

"Oh, I, I'm so sorry Inks I didn't know." Mitsuki gasped softly.

"Oh it's all good." Inko waved it off as they sat around the small coffee table in the lounge room. "It's part of what I need to talk to you and your husband about if that's ok?"

"Sure." Mitsuki nodded before shouting. "MORON! GET YOUR ASS HERE FOR A TALK!"

"Oh Mit-chan." Inko gave a nervous chuckle, for years she had wondered why she got along with Mitsuki so we'll despite being so different but it now makes sense due to having her full memories back.

"Oh you weren't kidding." Masura uttered as he walked in wearing a pair of shorts and a ruffled shirt.

"So, first off thankyou both for watching my son after my death." Inko smiled softly at the two as Masura sat down next to his wife. "Seriously I'll repay you both for that."

"Hey there's no need Inks, he was better behaved than our brat." Mitsuki waved it off.

"Still I don't feel right not giving you something back for watching him." Inko stated as a quill and paper appeared before her which she proceeded to write on. "Look I'm going to be honest I'm a big shot down in hell and you two sure as caine won't make it into heaven with how CHERUB is running things, this is essentially a good service down there that's trying to fix things."

Mitsuki blinked in shock at her friend's admission. "Wait, what's the time difference between here and hell? You were such a sweet woman inks, how did you even become a big shot down there?"

"In order, only in some realms such as Agony or the Pit, second, I'm a reincarnation of Leviathan the one in charge of the Labyrinth and god of the cenobites." Inko explained as with a quick flourish she finished writing and handed the paper to Mitsuki.

Mitsuki blinked at the small note which read "Hazbin Hotel, 665 Broken Glass lane, by order of Leviathan (Inko Midoriya) pre paid redemption for Mitsuki Bakugo and Masura Bakugo, 2XXX, DBA, lump sum of 230 souls for wardrobe."

"Seriously? Inko you didn't need to do this." Masura pointed out gently.

"Nonsense, you two are good people you just have some anger issues." Inko waved it off with a small smile before she shot up, frowning at the door to the study. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Uh, what?" Mitsuki asked before with a creak and groan the door was flung open revealing a tall being with bronish white skin, tattoos of ancient scripture wrapping their way around their body like a twisted highway while a single incision in their skull revealed blackened brain matter with a symbol in red branded around the hole. Their red eyes scanned the room with disdain as they gave a soft snarl.

"Apologies Leviathan, this dwelling was marked I had no wish to intrude on your holy work." The being stated in a loud snarling voice.

"Be gone Zuul!" Inko snapped. "Take with you your host and your damned marker aswell and tell my sister to stop being a nosey bitch!"

"A messenger I am not." The being snarled, something pushing bellow the surface of their skin as they hunched forwards. "God or not I must complete my task!"

With a gutteral snarl the beings back ripped open and the skin fell loose from the body as muscles bulged and horns grew through the skull.

"What the ?!" Mitsuki screamed as she kicked over the coffee table to try and act as a barrier between herself the the intruder.

"!" the being growled as the last of the skin tore loose revealing a large black skinned and muscular canine like creature with massive pointed horns and jagged teeth.

"Return now!" Inko snapped as she flung her hand forward, barbed chains shooting forth from the shadows of the room hooked into Zuul's flesh, retraining the creature which merely snarled in pain as it tried to rip itself free. "I banish you Zuul! Back to eternity and before reality, I banish you!"

The creature screamed in agony as it started collapsing in on itself, a black beam shining through the tears in its skin. "And that is why I never got a dog." Inko deadpanned.

"Well fuck." Masura uttered softly.

"HOLY SHIT HE SWEARS?!" mitsuki shouted in shock, staring wide eyed at her equally shocked husband.

[Elsewhere]

Izuku was more than slightly worried for his teacher's sanity. Aizawa was currently glaring into the bag Eri had brought with her, a bag which seemingly had no end considering she pulled out an entire 5ft tall canvas oil painting of Inko posing with Elvis Presley, two new desks, a bloodied hatchet, a severed hand which was crawling around, two taxidermied bears and a wooden board with a stuffed sandworm head on it.

"How'd she get a painting with Elvis?" Aizawa asked in his usual deadpan.

"I don't know but it looks good." Kendo shrugged.

"Indeed. I must at some point enquire as to whom the artist is, I'm certain the local church would love a painting of similar quality." Ibara uttered with a faint smile.

"But how did mum get it done? Isn't this guy hundreds of years dead?" Izuku asked as he held his chin and squinted at the picture.

"Yeah, everyone knows Elvis is dead." Momo uttered softly.

"Uh, no?" Charlie replied with a raised eyebrow, "everyone knows he is still alive, married some Hawaiian music goddess and got immortality."

"Yay! Music guy's songs are cool!" Eri beemed as she pulled a entire 6ft tall killer rabbit costume out of her bag. She blinked in confusion as she held it in her hands. "I didn't remember packing this?"

"L-lets just put it back for now." Izuku stuttered slightly. Eri nodded as she stuffed the suit back into the bag. "B-besides I think we have enough stuff right now."

"Fine." Eri pouted as she folded her arms.

"Too cute, gonna be sick." Loona mock gagged as she stuck out her tongue and pointed down her throat.

"Please can't we just encourage her willingness to help?" Ibara asked gently.

"Says the cannibal." Loona snarked.

"Please don't fight." Izuku tried.

"Cannibal? You eat people? Mr Tabe ate people too." Eri stated softly. "He wasn't very nice and ate my hand once but overhaul fixed it."

"I wonder if they're the one who ate me." Ibara uttered softly to herself making Kendo jump in shock and look horrified for the girl.

"Right." Aizawa inhaled sharply. "Would you two like to come with me? We can talk to a nice man with a coat and he can stop them trying to eat you hand again, ok?"

"It's okay, if he does it again, I can let Mr Squishy play with him until he gets bored." Eri gave a sinister grin sending a shiver of fear down their collective spines.

[With Nezu]

We find the mad principal cackling to himself as he typed away rapidly on a laptop, the sound of keys clacking indistinguishable from one another with his speed. The HSC had all but demanded the sports festival continue and would close the school if he refused. He knew that they had no true legal right to close the school since it fell under the Japanese education department and not them but he wouldn't put it passed them to send Hawks or another of their assassins after him and have some spineless yes man put in charge of the school who was loyal to them.

Due to this, and the entertainment value he was going ahead with the plans of the HSC, only it would go according to their plans, rather, he was planning something of his own.

Now one may of assumed that with all the keys clacking the email to the HSC would be long winded, no in fact it was now. It was actually rather short and to the point.

"Dear HSC head.

I accept your terms for this event.

Nezu."

No. The real reason for all the key clacking was him sending emails to everyone and anyone who owes him a favour or wanted to bring down the HSC that wasn't a threat to public safety like Endeavor or villains like Muscular.

"Oh dear." Azazel uttered nervously as she clutched her notebook tightly.

"Still not as bad as my last boss." Mayberry shrugged as she lit a cigarette and took a puff. "He'd start laughing then choking on his own laugh and sound like a dying pigeon."

End.

Thoughts?

Ideas?

Questions?

This is the last of the interlude part of the series, next up is the usual conformation between 1A, 1B and general studies.