The daily Life of an IMP

The neon lights of I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professional) flickered above the building's entrance, casting long shadows on the gritty streets of Hell. Inside, the air smelled of cheap cigars and spicy demonic cuisine—your typical Helluva atmosphere. Stolas' latest visit had put a dent in the team's usual rhythm, and the tension was palpable. The office was as chaotic as ever, with Moxxie and Millie seated at their desks, trying to tune out the usual disruptions, while Blitzo paced back and forth, practically buzzing with excitement.

Blitzo, as usual, was wearing his signature goofy grin, but today it had an edge. He had a new scheme, and it was a good one. Or at least, he thought it was.

"Alright, team! Gather round," Blitzo called out, slapping a stack of papers onto the table, sending a cloud of dust into the air. "Big job coming in! This one's gonna be fun. And by fun, I mean potentially dangerous, morally questionable, and definitely profitable!"

Moxxie sighed, glancing at Millie with a look of skepticism. "You say that about every job, Blitzo."

Blitzo gave him a toothy grin, unfazed. "Exactly, Mox! Exactly! It's all about the thrill of the hunt, buddy."

Millie perked up, ever the optimist. "I like a good thrill! What's the deal this time, boss?"

Blitzo clapped his hands, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, here's the deal. We've got an assignment from a very important client—someone with... special needs. This one's gonna be a two-parter. First, we kill a guy who's been pissing off the client. Then, we help the client with a little personal issue. Simple, right?"

Moxxie raised an eyebrow. "Wait... we're doing two jobs for one client? That sounds... sketchy. Who is this guy?"

Blitzo grinned wider. "Ah, well, that's the twist! Our client is none other than Fletcher, the demon king of the Underworld's entertainment district! You know, the one with all the showgirls and gambling dens?"

Millie's eyes widened. "Oh wow, Fletcher's a big deal! I've heard of him—he's like, really powerful. What does he want with us?"

Blitzo winked. "Exactly why this is gonna be fun. You see, Fletcher's got this rival, a demon named Cray, who's been causing all sorts of trouble for him. Our job? We eliminate Cray and make it look like an accident. Then, we get a little... extra favor from Fletcher."

Moxxie winced. "I don't like the sound of that extra favor. What if it's something... really bad?"

"Oh, don't worry, Mox," Blitzo said with a smirk. "You'll love it. Probably. But first, let's prep for the job. Fletcher's mansion is a fortress, and Cray is slippery. We'll need the usual—stealth, gadgets, maybe a little poison... and of course, our trusty weaponry."

Millie stood up, cracking her knuckles. "Let's go take down a king, then!"

Blitzo turned to Moxxie, who was already checking his gun for ammo. "Mox, you good?"

Moxxie stared at the task list Blitzo had dropped on his desk, scanning the details. He let out a reluctant sigh. "I suppose. But I'm keeping my distance from any... 'extra favors.' And if this turns into a bloodbath, we're leaving, Blitzo. No questions asked."

Blitzo chuckled and patted Moxxie on the back. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mox. I'm just here for the chaos!"

The team gathered their gear, preparing for the night ahead. The night where they would take on a king and his underworld kingdom, with no idea what horrors were waiting on the other side.

The mansion of Fletcher stood tall and imposing on the outskirts of the district. Guards patrolled the perimeter, and the shadows seemed to crawl around the ornate columns. The building had an almost gothic quality to it—rich in design but dripping with decadence. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of luxury and excess. Golden statues lined the halls, and soft, melancholic music played in the background, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie made their way through the estate's back entrance, cloaked in shadows, their every move calculated. They had learned to blend in with the chaos of Hell's social hierarchy, but tonight, they were the hunters.

"I'll take the high ground," Blitzo whispered, nodding to Moxxie. "You two head to the lower floors. Keep an eye out for Cray. He's slippery, but I have a feeling we'll find him somewhere close."

Millie grinned and drew her twin blades. "You know, I'm getting kind of excited. It's been a while since we've had a good ol' fashioned chase."

Moxxie grimaced. "I just hope we're not dealing with more of that weird fetish stuff, like last time. That still haunts my dreams."

Blitzo waved him off. "That was one time, Moxxie, and you know we didn't plan for that to happen. Anyway, stop worrying. Focus on the kill. I'll handle the rest."

As Blitzo climbed the stairs toward the top floor, the sound of distant laughter echoed down the hall. A party was in full swing on the upper levels, and Blitzo knew that would provide the perfect cover for their mission.

Meanwhile, Millie and Moxxie ventured deeper into the mansion's winding corridors, scanning the rooms. The tension was thick, and every sound they made felt amplified. The mission was simple enough—find Cray, eliminate him, and move on. But there was something about this place, about Fletcher, that made Moxxie uneasy.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows.

"Looking for someone?" the demon said, her voice smooth, almost too sweet.

Moxxie's hand instinctively went to his gun. "Who are you?"

The demon smirked, her eyes glowing an eerie red. "Let's just say I work for the same employer you do... for now."

Back on the top floor, Blitzo had found Fletcher's personal study. It was as grand as he expected, with shelves of gold-plated books and windows that overlooked the Hellish skyline. Fletcher was sitting at a desk, eyes scanning over papers with a look of deep concentration.

"Ah, Blitzo!" Fletcher greeted, without looking up. "I was wondering when you'd show up. You have my payment, I assume?"

Blitzo grinned, taking a seat across from the demon king. "Not yet, buddy. Not until I've handled the other little... problem."

Fletcher looked up, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Of course. But remember, Blitzo—don't disappoint me. The underworld's entertainment district depends on it."

Blitzo leaned forward, his grin matching Fletcher's. "Oh, I never disappoint."

And as the plan unfolded, a new web of alliances, betrayals, and dangerous games started to take shape.