Last night was one of the more calming experiences that the I.M.P had together. The dining was actually quite nice, and despite the fact that the service doesn't give a shit about you (which was pretty typical for all of Hell's restaurants), they bonded with their waiter pretty well. The group held a conversation about a variety of things, including today's near death experience, Blitzo and Moxxie's cooperative effort to expose one of the targets, and the gruesome kill on their first assignment. Additional topics included Stolas, whom Blitzo was thinking of after the prince asked him if they can get back together, and Shrapnel, with Loona pondering her sexuality and whether or not she wants to spend the rest of her afterlife with her.

They were very inclusive and taken seriously. After the night, everybody went on to their usual business. In the morning, Moxxie and Millie woke up in perfect harmony, with both of them making breakfast for each other. Blitzo and Loona tidied up the headquarters and even had time to clean the blood from the workshop. It was rather terrifying for them to pick up their own corpses, but what was even more terrifying was seeing how Millie managed to kill Moxxie without even a single scratch...at first.

Loona started to put the pieces together, and was no longer terrified. She was absolutely disgusted.

No time for a briefing. Everybody already knew what they were going to do today.

The four jumped out of the portal, and found themselves inside a dressing room for a play of some sort…There were posters on the walls, and some ashtrays along with a clown suit.

They were in the closet, peeking out and making sure that there was nobody with them at the moment. Blitzo let himself out and signaled for everybody to follow.

"all clear…"

The doorknob turned.

"oh fuck! not clear, not clear!" Blitzo hastily made his way back inside and shoved Loona in as well.

There was a woman sporting long luscious blond hair, and a long trench coat that extended down to her knees, with black leggings underneath.

She sat herself down on the stool in the very middle of the dressing room and sighed loudly. She put her hands to her face and began sniffling.

Blitzo popped out of the closet and stuck out his pocket knife.

"Now! She is vulnerable!"

The woman stopped and looked up. She fell back and looked up in terror at the sight of the imp.

"W-w-what do you want!?"

Loona walked up, grabbed Blitzo's pocket knife from him, and gave him a scowl. He shrugged his shoulders, wondering what he did wrong.

The hound stood over the woman and clicked her tongue.

"Hey, there is no easy way to say this. We were hired to kill you, and we intend on fulfilling that promise."

The woman's heart skipped a beat, as she clutched her chest and set herself up for a sobbing session.

Loona groaned. "Oh, goddamnit."

Millie walked out and took a knee right next to the distressed target. She put her hand on her back.

"There there. Let it all out. Just tell me what's been eating you."

She wiped her tears and looked at the comforting imp.

"I-I-I can't continue on like this…but I don't want—" She continued crying.

Millie put her head on the woman's shoulder and gave her a few pats. "I'm here to listen. Just tell me yer' story and how we can make this kill right."

She nodded.

"We don't have anymore money to continue *sniff* my dream play, and I just don't know what I can do about it. I have dreams of—of—of being a successful playwright, and—"

Before she can continue, Millie put her finger on the woman's mouth and gave her a sympathetic look.

"You feel like this world is too cruel for you. Too cruel for yer' dreams and aspirations? This your first time?"

She shook her head.

"I've had 6 plays that were cut short…"

The imp sighed, stood up, and offered her a hand.

"Look, we have to complete our job, but I can tell you this on the low, okay? I can confirm that there is an afterlife, and theater is not dead in either Heaven or He—"

The playwright interrupted. "Hell. I've done terrible things to the people that I've worked with. I accidentally drove a *sniff* jester into suicide by having his understudy take over. He couldn't maintain his role."

Moxxie gasped. "The Jester Prince."

Blitzo and Loona looked at each other, and were baffled. The Jester Prince was one of the most ruthless overlords in Hell. His explanation for his dark heart and his barbaric ways was always the cruelty of one woman.

The hound interrogated her. "Did you abuse him or anything?"

She spoke up. "Of course not! I tried to break the news to him as best as I *sniff* could but I was always the worst bearer of bad news. I don't want people to be unhappy, and now I have blood on my hands. And on top of that, they discontinued my plays along with three others. I've been drinking and smoking ever since. I lost my innocence. I don't deserve to live here, I don't deserve to continue wasting oxygen…"

Millie stood up.

"You don't deserve to live here..."

The woman looked down in gloom.

"...because you deserve a second chance at another realm."

The imp reached for her hand. Reluctantly, the woman accepted her hand and was raised to her feet.

"What's yer' name?"

The target rubbed her arm. "Tiffany. My friends call me Tiff. Or at least I used to be called Tiff at times…"

"Do you have a kitchen out there? Anything to bake?"

She nodded. "No, but there is a bakery a block away."

Millie gleamed, and headed out the door.

Blitzo looked at Tiffany, and Tiffany looked back at Blitzo.

"I can't say I'm sorry for scaring you like that. We're in a bit of a hurr—"

Loona smacked him in the face.

—-

After 20 minutes of awkward conversation, Millie came back to the room with a large plate that held a personal-sized key lime pie. It was layered with cream.

Tiffany gasped at the look of the pie, and sat herself back down on the stool. It looked delicious

The imp gave her a big smile as she handed her the pie along with a fork.

"If you are going to die here on Earth, you should treat yourself to one last high before you enter Hell. It'll be a painless and delicious death for you."

The aspiring playwright took a large piece of the small pie, and ate it whole. She chewed, and her eyes lit up from the wonderful taste of the pie.

In the process, she was also getting drowsy, and her body had a numbing sensation. However, it was a painless one. She glanced at Millie, who nodded. The euthanizing agents were working.

"T-T-Thank you…"

Tiffany slumped over from the stool and was knocked out.

The life in her has left.

Millie took a knee and looked down at the wide-eyed woman. She put her hand on her eyelids and closed them.

"Have a safe trip, darlin'..."

Blitzo sat himself down at the waiting lounge. He was expecting a call soon, due to a certain person requesting that they talk it out.

The I.M.P decided to bag up Tiffany whole. Neither of them had the heart and guts to cut up somebody with such tragic circumstances. Not even Blitzo. Right now, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were already on Earth completing the second assignment.

Suddenly, Blitzo's phone began ringing.

Creepy mouth.

The imp picked up the phone. "Alright, Stolas, I'm answering your dumbass call. What the hell do you want?"

"You really think I'm stupid, huh?"

"Yeah you do."

"What's that?"

"Absolutely fucking not. I have assignments to complete, you feathered asswipe."

…There was sobbing on the other line.

"Oh, goddamnit, don't do that."

"Don't—Stop, just stop. Look, I'll go if you really want me to."

"Yes, yes."

"Alright, I'll see you there."

Blitzo hung up the phone. He walked down to the elevator, but not before catching a glimpse of the ritual room.

He sighed.

Then he continued walking without looking back.