Authors Note: Just a heads up that there are parts of this chapter that some people might find disturbing as the inspiration for I.M.P.'s target came from the bad guy of the film Invisible Man, and the controlling husband of Sinister 2. You have been warned.
Grateful that his latest client hadn't done anything to make him push any of his numerous panic buttons, for like his precious baby Loony this woman not only towered over him but also looked like she wasn't averse to using her claws or teeth if the occasion called for it, Blitzo did his best to maintain the image of a compassionate Imp as he summed up her story.
Emphasis on tried.
"So let me just take a moment to recap your little sob story before we discuss payment. Your husband…"
"Ex."
Ignoring the glare he was receiving from the growling female, though his finger was hovering underneath the button labeled deranged client, Blitzo acknowledged the correction with a dismissive way of his hand.
"Alright. Your EX husband is a rich, abusive, and controlling asshole who forced you to run away with your daughter to go live in a slummy neighborhood because you believed that he wouldn't think to look for you there. Only to discover a few months later that he wasn't as dumb as you thought, leading you and your daughter to die in a hail of gunfire as you attempted to keep his hired goons from taking you back. Sound about right?"
Earning another less-than-pleased look from the yellow furred Demon, though he wasn't sure, and didn't really care if it was because of his attitude or the fact that her backstory was less than cheerful, the former circus performer held his tongue as nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. And at first, when I woke up down here I was ok with it since those assholes managed to ensure that my daughter wouldn't be going back to her father, but it's because of that fucktard that my little girl died in a hail of bullets and wound up down here."
Deciding it was best not to point out that her daughter would have only ended up in Hell if she did something that went against Heaven's views that all children were without sin, Blitzo went into business mode.
"And because of that, you want me and my team to help him shuffle off his mortal coil? Well, you've defiantly come to the right place. Just gonna need to ask some questions to understand what we're getting into, then we can discuss our company's payment plan. First question, how painful a death do you want us to give him? Instant and immediate? Letting him slowly bleed out? Or something that involves a lot of screaming and blood?"
The answer he got was unsurprising.
"I want that son of a bitch to suffer. Even if it did give me a child, I still want that cocksucker to choke on his own dick before he dies. You can skin him, burn him alive, or do whatever. But I want him to know what it feels like to be forced to have that disgusting thing shoved into his mouth."
Nodding his head as he made note of that little detail, which would ensure that he could charge extra for this job, Blitzo moved on to the next question.
"Uhuh. That's easy enough to accommodate. Now, how about what should expect from him? You said he's rich enough to hire thugs, so what kind of set up does he have? Cliffside mansion? Upscale penthouse in the middle of downtown? Gated community? What?"
The answer she gave him, while proving that he would have an excuse to raise the cost for this mission, nevertheless left him with a small frown.
"It's more like a compound, to be honest. We usually stayed in the city, but since the…separation, he's been staying at our summer cottage/mansion. High walls, surrounded by woods on three sides with the back porch facing the lake, and a small security team to keep people out, and us in."
Making note of that particular detail, for it meant that his team would have to be a little more stealthily than usual, Blitzo asked his final question.
"Ok then. To wrap things up, do you have any final message for your shit stain of an ex? I don't normally like to pry in other people's business."
Not necessarily true but no one ever accused him of being a completely honest individual.
"But since this company is all about paying back those who screwed you over, I always want to make sure that my clients understand that we have no problem customizing our services to your satisfaction. And since you've already instructed us to make sure that your ex-husband will be forced to suck on his own lollipop, I just want to make sure that there are no further violent fantasies you want us to play out."
For a brief moment, the cheetah woman said nothing. Making Blitzo wonder if perhaps he had cost his company another client.
But the bloodthirsty grin that was currently being worn by the cat Demon was enough to convince him that he had nothing to worry about.
"Just make sure to tell him that this is payback for Miami. He'll know what it means."
Scoffing at that rather cliché statement, though to be fair he had heard worse vengeful phrases in his line of work, Blitzo fought the urge to rub his hands together as he got to his second favorite part of his job.
Discussing payment.
"Will do. Now before I start planning with my team on how we're going to take out this douche, let's discuss payment, shall we? Considering that our target is a bit more…guarded than the shit stains we normally go after, I'm gonna have to insist on not only a down payment to cover immediate expenses but also a 15...no 20% increase of the usual rate. I trust this won't be an issue?"
Seeing the mixed look of rage and depression on the feline woman's face, Blitzo was prepared to hit the panic button that said Poor Client.
However, that moment quickly passed as she proposed something that he normally wouldn't have considered.
"While I have enough money on me to cover the cost of the down payment, my current….funds can't handle such an expense. However, would you consider an alternative form of payment?"
Allowing his eyes to rove up and down her body, making note that her figure was almost as good as that cheap popstar whore he once dated, Blitzo shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose we could work something out. But you should no that blowjobs are off the table. I'm into some kinky shit, but having a sandpaper tongue running along my shaft is where I draw the line."
His words earning an irritated growl from his feline shaped client, Blitzo felt his interest piqued as she revealed that she wasn't offering him to tap her firm and furred ass.
"I meant that I know for a fact that there are multiple safes in that house. And I was hoping that if I gave you the codes to open them, or at least told you where they were, you would consider us square."
Humming in consideration, for it just so happened that his newest employee had demonstrated a knack for getting into places that should have been secure, Blitzo soon sported a smile that left little doubt that he belonged in Hell.
"It's a deal."
…..
"ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND SIR?"
Doing his best to control the rising urge to reach for his pistols, not that it would have done him any good since Blitzo was a surprisingly agile target when he wasn't caught off guard, Moxxie shot his fellow Imp a glare as he once again proved that being a good killer did not necessarily mean one had to be intelligent.
"What's the problem Mox? The kid's been training hard since we've brought him down here, and now that we've got a job where we can put him to use, you just want to leave him behind? I thought you would have leapt at the chance to see him in action."
Pinching his forehead in a vain attempt to combat his Blitzo induced migraine, Moxxie shot his wife an appreciative smile as she moved to support his argument.
"Moxxie's right sir. I mean yes Harry is progressing very nicely with his training, but maybe it would be best if he didn't accompany us for THIS job."
Nodding his head to show that he fully agreed wit this logic, the white haired Imp could only frown as his employer shook his head.
"Sadly we need him if we want to get paid for this job. The cli..".
"Hold on. You mean to tell me we won't get paid if Harry doesn't accompany us?"
Just when he thought that his boss couldn't surprise him, he always managed to come up with something new.
"Welllll….sort of. The client had enough to cover the down payment. But since my bod was too intimidating for her to accept our alternative payment plan, I accepted her offer to keep whatever valuables we find in our target's house."
Choosing to ignore the fact that Blitzo seemed quite willing to exchange sexual favors for their services, if only because it appeared that he wasn't asking him and Millie to do the same, Moxxie managed to somehow keep his temper as he pointed out the obvious flaw to this plan.
"Then why do we need Harry to come with us?"
Shooting a brief look towards the black haired wizard, who was thankfully distracted by the infamous music video of a certain Hellish royal, the bowtie wearing Imp wasn't sure if he should smirk or frown at the answer he received.
"Because the kid can use magic to unlock things that usually require a code to open them. And since there's a strong likelihood that our target changed the codes after our client walked out on him, I thought it would be a good idea to bring him along. Or do you want to reimburse me the $200 bucks he stole from me so he and Looney could have a better play date?"
Making a note to talk to Harry about the dangers of stealing, if only because he didn't want him to develop a habit that would earn the attention of Hell's more volatile residents, Moxxie was prevented from commenting further thanks to the interruption of his wife.
"Fine. As long as he doesn't take part in the actual killing of the target. Breaking and entering is fine, and we've done our bit to make him know that killing people is ok if it's in self defence, but as to actively seeking out a target….we haven't really discussed that yet."
Though slightly horrified that Millie was allowing Harry to accompany them, the white haired Imp nevertheless appreciated that she was making it plain that he would not be taking part in any killing.
At least intentionally.
And while Blitzo's comment was less than respectful, not that he expected otherwise, Moxxie was nevertheless pleased to see that their boss was willing to agree to these terms.
Albeit with some conditions.
"You guys really need to step up on your parenting. But sure. We can delay the kid's full initiation until you feel he's ready to ride without training wheels. But if he's coming with us on this job, then that means one of you, i.e. Moxxie, has to stick close to him while Millie and I deal with the target. Sound Good? Yeah sounds good. Soo let's get going."
Sighing as he was once again reminded that Blitz was nothing more than a hyperactive child, Moxxie could only hope that he wouldn't come to regret this decision.
…
Though he had spent the last 3 hours enjoying the favors of his latest bedwarmer, some silly little twit who thought that her slightly above average looks would be enough to make him forget that she was nothing more than a gold-digging whore, he was still less than happy.
And while the bruised and sobbing woman had been an adequate outlet for his more volatile emotions, though hardly worth the $4,000 he would be paying her to keep her mouth shut, the fact remained that he missed the beautiful piece of art that had once been his wife.
Yes, it had taken some time to get her to stop bitching about her circumstances despite the fact that he could give her whatever she wanted. So long as she gave him the same courtesy.
And yes it had been rather irritating to deal with when he was trying to ensure that their only child didn't turn out like a spoiled brat.
But since she had first betrayed him by kidnapping their daughter, and then dying after she refused to return his side, he was forced to turn to….others whenever he felt the need to get rid of his stress.
The fact that his cottage, though Karen in one of her rare rebellious slip-ups had called it their country manor, was far enough away from the city to ensure he had privacy when dealing with the local hicks was of great help to him. Especially since there were some whores who were either a little too mouthy or reminded him too much of his wife to make him generous enough to pay for their silence.
He wasn't a murderer though.
Yes, he might get a little…rough with them to ensure that they knew the consequences of talking. Especially that last one where it was only thanks to his on-site vet that they were able to pop the bitch's shoulder back into place.
And yes he had to occasionally use the threat of his money to make it clear that he could use more than his fists to ruin a person's life.
But the fact remained that he didn't kill people. Or at the very least it wasn't his hands who choked the life out of them.
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear them of these largely useless thoughts, and having no real desire to give the sniveling woman another taste of what a real man could do, Sean pushed the button that would put him in touch with his small security team.
"Travis. Get up here and take the woman home. I've had enough of her."
The answer he got back revealed that he had chosen his staff well.
"Understood sir. Does she get the standard farewell package? Or was she…a disappointment?"
Smirking a little at this line of questioning, for usually preferred having subordinates who were smart enough to ensure that they knew what he wanted, Sean shot a brief look towards his latest conquest before making up his mind.
"The 'standard package' will do nicely. And tell Colin that I want…"
BANG
Scowling at the interruption, especially since he could already hazard a guess of who had done it, NAME was prevented from ordering the chief of his security to chastise his more obnoxious underlings when he heard a voice that, while childish, nevertheless had a quality to it that made him uneasy.
"Nice shot Mills. Not as good as mine of course, but still pretty good aim."
…..
Receiving a slightly challenging look from his more competent employee, Blitzo could only smirk as Millie once again proved that she was more fun to hang out with than her husband.
"Oh really? Cause if I recall I managed to get two instant kill shots while your target had enough life left in him to try and sound the alarm."
If it had been Moxxie who pointed this out, the former circus performer knew that he would have come up with some sort of put down to make him feel better about himself. But since it wasn't his retort was a touch more…composed.
"And yet it was thanks to my totally deliberate aiming that ensured that these humans were all ideally located for you. Gotta remember that killing people isn't just a job Millie. It's an art form."
Pleased to see the female Imp nod her head in agreement, Blitzo released a slightly irritated sigh as Moxxie ruined his fun.
"Be that as it may sir, we needed one of these humans so we could pin down the location of our target."
Turning his head to glare at his white-haired employee, though it lacked his usual venom since he didn't want Millie to think that he was glowering at her adopted child, the taller Imp felt his expression morph into a smirk as the kid once again proved his worth.
"Considering this guard was found near a speakerphone, he was killed while he was using it?"
Flashing the kid a look of appreciation, but not before he shot Moxxie a look that clearly stated that he should be ashamed for letting an inexperienced child get the better of him, Blitzo cleared his throat as he spoke into the speaker home.
"Is this the human shit stain who gets off on treating his hoes like property?"
And of course, Moxxie had to point out the minor flaw in his genius plan.
"Sir. He's not going to be stupid enough to ans…"
"Who the fuck is this?"
Shooting his fellow Imp a smile that made it perfectly plain that he would be gloating about this later, Blitzo turned his attention back towards his target.
"Oh, no one important Mr. Domestic Abuser. Just some friends of your ex-wife, who hired us to pass on a message."
Blitzo had to give the douche some credit. He at least seemed willing to believe their claim instead of trying to deny it.
"Is that so? Well, sorry to tell you that you're wasting your time. The whore's been dead for a month now. So whatever meager paycheck she was going to give you IF you killed me is now forever beyond your reach."
Darkly chuckling at this rather intelligent attempt to make them spare his life, Blitzo decided to let him in on a secret that would have resulted in heavy penalties down below if their target was to somehow survive the night.
"Oh, we're completely aware of how long she's been dead you wife-beating fucker. See, she shared that little tidbit with us when she walked into my office this morning."
Hearing nothing but silence from the other end, the founder of I.M.P. was about to offer a provoking insult when he was altered to the fact that he had fucked up when the voice of their target came not from the still blinking speakerphone, but from behind them.
"Okay, none of you freaks move. Or I swear to God that I will snap this bitch's neck."
…
Easily maintaining his chokehold since the female mutant was nearly the same height as his deceased daughter, and making sure that he had a firm grip on his knife so that they wouldn't get any funny ideas, Sean could only sneer at the more pathetic looking freak tried to threaten him.
"MILLIE! You let her go asshole or I'll.."
Pushing his blade against her stomach at the same time he tightened his arm around her neck, the shirtless human made his point rather clear.
"Now I wouldn't do that if I were you. Afterall, it wouldn't take much for me to kill this red skinned bitch now would it? So why don't you all do us a favor and shut up before your little friend here gets hurt."
Grinning as he saw the both of the freaks reluctantly nod their heads, Sean silently motioned them to drop their weapons as he tried to understand the developing situation.
When he had first heard that his late wife had somehow managed to earn enough funds to hire some semi competent killers, he had seen red. If only because it was a reminder that he had been less than successful in ensuring her obedience to him.
However when these freaks had let slip that they had been hired to kill him after she had been dead, he had been prepared to laugh it off as some sort of a sick joke. But his amusement quickly faded as he realized that one of the inhuman intruders wasn't following his directions.
"Don't test me little man. Drop your weapons now, or we'll discover if her blood is as red as her sk.."
"Diffindo. Diffindo"
For a brief moment Sean could only scoff at the sight of a freak, who was barely larger than a 7 year old child, threaten him with a stick and some made up incantation.
However that feeling quickly disappeared as he felt a burning sensation above his choke holding elbow, and his knife wielding hand, which was quickly followed by the sound of not only his now gasping hostage falling to the ground, but also the limbs that had been severed from his body.
"GODDAM MOXXIE THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT."
….
ME? DON'T YOU FUCKING BLAME THIS ON ME SIR! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT PROVOKED OUR TARGET DELIBERATLY."
"YEAH? AND YOU'RE THE ONE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO WATCH OUR BACKS SO SHIT LIKE THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN!"
Ignoring the two arguing Imps in favor of recovering from her near death experience, though she knew that she would have eventually wound up back in Hell if she had managed to die while topside, Millie felt the wind once again leave her body as she was tackled by the only member of their group who was currently shedding tears.
"Idn' ..thatmanwasgoingtokillyouand…and..ididntwanttoloseyoumom."
Enveloping the sobbing boy with a hug, Millie moved to give a more verbal expression of her gratitude. Only to freeze as her mind processed what he had just said.
"Sweetie….what did you just call me?"
Feeling the boy stiffen in her arms, Millie felt her own eyes moisten as she stared into Harry's nervous, but nevertheless hopeful expression.
"I…I called you mom. Is…is that o…"
Hugging the boy in a manner that suggested that she would never let him go, the female Imp felt her face dampen with her tears as the boy returned her hug with the same intensity.
It was the perfect moment that nothing could ruin.
Click.
Or almost nothing.
"Awwwww isn't this nice. Just gonna send this pic to Looney to show her that I won the bet annnnnd…."
"What bet?"
Raising her head so she could better stare at her beaming employer and scowling husband, Millie wasn't sure if she should smile or frown at Blitzo's answer.
"Oh, me and Loony had a bet to see who would be the lucky Imp to be called either the M or D word. And thanks to your little fuck up, looks like you'll have to wait your turn before you get your own heart touching moment. But enough about that. We have a target to kill, and a mansion to ransack. So kid, can you do that 'Difindy' spell again. Our client was most specific about what she wanted done to this bastard. And I for would like to make this son of a bitch pay for what he did."
Though nodding her head in agreement, even if it was because of their target's actions that had finally gotten Harry to accept her as his mother, Millie nevertheless voiced her disagreement with her boss's plan.
"Why don't you two do that while Harry and I go rob the place? Stolas warned him about using too much magic at once. And he might not have enough juice left to open a safe if he has to help mutilate his guy."
Shooting the pale bleeding human a look of disgust, Millie could only smile as her suggestion was greeted with instant approval by Blitzo.
"Great idea Mills. The way this fucker's lookin, were kinda racing the clock. So you two go collect our payment, and Mox and I will take care of things here. Moxx hand me my box cutters."
Gently leading Harry away from what was about to become a grisly scene, though considering that both of them were covered in blood that wasn't exactly saying much, the female Imp was relieved when Harry shot her a smile at her smirking suggestion.
"Soo tell me kiddo. What are you gonna do with your share of the money?"
…
Despite the fact that Moxxie was currently sporting a glare that made it plain that he did not approve of Blitzo's choice of music, he couldn't really open his mouth to complain for two reasons.
The first being that his employer's driving skills, combined with the lack of adequate seatbelts, made it nearly impossible for him to open his mouth without feeling the need to vomit.
The second reason why he kept his mouth shut was that Harry was currently wearing an expression that left little doubt that he was enjoying himself.
Yes the lyrics were too mature for a boy his age, but since he was almost certain that Harry didn't really understand what was being sung about, the white-haired Imp decided to hold his tongue as the van shook from the combination of Blitzo's reckless driving and the fact that his boss had turned up the volume to the max.
You were the little spicy little demon with the bleach blonde hair
Fiendin' for some semen when I caught your stare
Thought it might be love but you went too far
Fucked all of my friends and blew up my car
Lit me on fire made me watch rom-coms
Made a secret sex tape and showed it to my mom
You were a bitch kinda generally
Now I'm a wet wild stallion and I'm running free
You stepped on my nuts and you tore me apart
Slapped up my booty and tangled my farts
Cut off my dick when you shattered my heart
But it grew back twice as long
MUSTANG DONG
"GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FUCKING SONG."
Sighing at his boss's immaturity, though frankly, he didn't know why he bothered since the rest of the van's passengers seemed more willing to either agree or ignore him, the white-haired Imp opened his mouth in a vain attempt to get Blitzo to lower the volume.
Only to be sent slamming into the front seat as the van was brought to a screeching halt.
"FUCKEN SHIT."
Managing to push himself back into his seat despite the fact that he was still seeing stars, Moxxie felt the onset of yet another headache.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he had just hit his head.
"LISTEN HERE YOU UNORIGINAL PINK CUMP DUMP! YOU HAVE THREE GODDAMN SECONDS TO GET YOUR DICK OUT OF MY SPARK SPOT…"
Frowning at Blitzo's immaturity, Moxxie felt his eyes widen as his boss uttered a name that he would never have expected him to utter.
"Oh shit. Verosika?"
…
ANNNNNND that's it for now :D
Once again surprised and pleased by my writing speed for this story, and to Darksycthe Drake for being a quick and excellent editor, so hopefully the trend continues lol
Finally FINALLY got to the point where Harry recognizes the Imp's as his parents. Or at least one Imp. But don't worry, Moxxie's time is coming.
And yest, I HAD to incorporate the song Mustang Dong into this chapter. Both because I can't stop listening to it, and because I thought the idea of Harry liking it to be somewhat plausible. Of course I am judging this from my own perception since when I was younger (like 7 or 8) I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but still greatly enjoyed Rocky Horror Picture Show and certain songs by Meatloaf (paradise by the dashboard light in case anyone wants to know lol) and believed the same could be held true for a previously abused adopted orphan whose role models are, in his mind, the definition of cool.
And next chapter will be my rendition of episode 3. I promise that apart from keeping to the previous belief that Blitzo adopted Loona when she was a puppy, will be keeping it as close/believable to cannon as possible. HOWEVER….there will be a surprise at the end of the next chapter sooo….hopefully the wait, whether short or long…will be worth it :D
Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this. Plz review.
Til next time.