Blitzo sat alone on the table, taking a sip of his coffee. He scanned the entirety of the room, but was disappointed to see that the prince had not arrived yet. There was some chatter from imps of all kind, and well-built demons who segregated themselves from the imps that they believe were inferior to them. He caught one of them pointing at a table of friends and laughing at the fact that they were all the same height, which was below average for imp standards, making them much more vulnerable to their slurs.
The boss groaned. He took another sip and tapped rapidly on the table. This was not fun in the slightest. Now he was just focused on making this quick so he can finally leave and look after his business.
After a while, the phone began buzzing, for he got another call.
Valentino.
The imp picked up the phone and put it against his ear. "Hello?"
"Ah, good. So you're still hard at work, huh?"
"Yeaaaah. We got some of these contracts in, and we've been kicking ass thus far. Don't you stress that boss ass face of yours, Vale, I'm going to get to yours soon."
Valentino chuckled. The imp on the other line heard murmuring from multiple voices.
The overlord returned to the phone. "You're going to get to mine...now."
Blitzo gulped. "I'm sorry, man, but you're still in a queue with all the other overlords. I move you up and I'll get fucked up by—-"
"Oh what's that? I couldn't hear you, Blitz-baby. I'm too busy sending out my men to return me your head. Unless of course, you do as I say."
The imp pulled his shirt and quietly began to whine. The overlord still continued his rant.
"First, you're going to move me at the very top of that queue. Second, you're going to kill my targets. Third, you—-"
Blitzo sputtered. "Hey woah woah woah. You can't fucking do that, guy! You paid for the price of one head! One thick bloody head! I need the proper payment if you even want me to consider doing this shit."
Valentino sighed. The imp was able to hear him stroke his chin.
"You know what being an overlord means? It means having the power. Triumphing over the weak and owning a piece of Hell for yourself. You feelin' me right now? If you don't want to do the job that you promised to do back at the casino—"
"Vale, come on—"
"—-then you are not only going to lose a blossoming business relationship, but you will feel my wrath as my associates proceed to cut you up into little pieces and throw ya' into the river. You got that, kid? Price of one. Put me on top of the queue, finish the job and I'll give you all the money you want."
Valentino hung up.
Blitzo put the phone down and stroked the sides of his head. This was going bad.
And the door swung open just in time to make matters worse.
It was Stolas. He wasn't dressed in his formal outfit. Instead, he got an oversized black hoodie on that covered him up, along with a black face mask that covered up his small beak. He sat himself down across Blitzo and merely looked at him with the only part of him that the imp could see: his eyes.
The imp cleared his throat.
Nothing.
"Okay, dipshit, I did what you begged me to do, what do you want?"
Stolas coughed. He kept his facemask on as he placed his scaly hand on the imp's.
With a very hoarse voice, the owl finally talked. "I couldn't bear to spend another day without seeing you, Blitzy."
The owl took off his facemask and affectionately pecked the imp's hand with his beak. Blitzo groaned, and took back his own hand as he shook it to get some of the saliva off.
"That was fucking weird, man. You came here to do that, or…"
Stolas' voice was back to normal. "I came here because I want to repair our business relationship. It's clear that I had some personal issues with you, but now that its been a while, I want to come back…"
Blitzo crossed his arms. "And just why should I work for you again? After what you did to Moxxie? After what you did to Millie? After what you did to my fucking daughter!?"
The prince held his hands out trying to calm down the imp. He talked at a fast pace. "Look, that show of unprofessionalism was all in the past and I did it merely because I couldn't get enough of your exhilarating body, and after you failed your contracts and gave me more excuses to blackmail you, I wanted you really bad." The owl sighed. "I was put to shame by the rest of Hell, and I can't return to that place ever again. I need your services, but I promise I will never abuse you or hurt you in any way or—"
Blitzo stuck his own hand out. "Stop, stop, stop. I get it. This is the last damn straw you get, birdboy. You want our services that bad? Fine. But I promise you, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, we'll fucking destroy your entire palace next time."
Stolas nodded slowly, and fixated his eyes on the table. He was ashamed of himself.
The imp finished his coffee and stood back up.
"Call our number next time. I'm removing you as a contact, because this shit isn't personal anymore."
Stolas sighed.
Blitzo walked out of the café.
The imp was waiting for the crosswalk that would lead him directly to the headquarters. He took out his phone and checked the time.
3:30PM.
Goddamnit. He was already late for the final assignment.
He took one last good look at the top of the headquarters before he focused back to the light.
Then out of nowhere, he felt a kick down his spine.
Blitzo collapsed hard on the pavement and had no idea how to respond to the sudden attack. Four men got down and proceeded to punch him and kick him down. The imp was bleeding from his nose, as one punch connected with his nose.
The force of every blow took the air out of his lungs. He had nowhere to go, and didn't know what to do in this situation.
Another punch to the face. Blitzo was busted open now.
They continued their assault for a little while, until a tall figure came in and looked down at the battered boss.
It was the Jester Demon.
The overlord grabbed Blitzo's collar and held him back up. The imp couldn't look him in the eye. His eyes were swelling.
"You fucking bastard. You think I'm stupid, HUH? I cut that bitch's corpse up. She was euthanized…"
Blitzo put his finger up and was about to speak to try to de-escalate the situation, but the jester grabbed the digit and snapped it backwards. Blitzo began screaming.
"You little shit. That's the last time I'm hiring a fucking imp to do a normal-sized job."
He spat on the bloodied Blitzo and signaled his goons to follow him out.
They left him bleeding on the sidewalk.
Millie shrieked as she locked herself in the ritual room.
Blitzo was too late. He slammed himself against the door and tried to turn the knob. He was visibly frustrated as Moxxie and Loona looked at each other.
"Millie...open the door please."
The powerhouse punched the door from the other side. The vibration nearly set Blitzo back.
"Goddamnit, Mills. We love you here. You really think I'm going to fire you over this!?"
She sniffed.
"No, but you were yellin' at me…"
Blitzo facepalmed and tried to turn the knob again, but Millie threw another violent swing on the door that did its job and pushed the injured imp back, landing awkwardly on his legs.
Millie began ranting. "We all did an amazin' job, even when you weren't there to see it. Now you come back and you wanna talk down on me because I gave the poor girl the death she deserved?"
The boss sighed. "It's not about that. Your affection pissed off one of our clients. Chances are, he's going to spill the beans about what you did. They're going to come at us hard if we don't do something."
Suddenly, everyone heard the elevator go down.
Everybody that was on the other side of the door instantly turned their heads. The building was closed to the public. How was the elevator activated?
Then they heard it come back up.
The doors slowly opened.
It was Stolas. His hoodie and his feathers were covered in blood. He carried a large potato sack with him.
The bird slowly walked up to Blitzo and offered him the sack.
The imp reluctantly grabbed it. "What the fuck is this?"
Stolas smirked. "You'll cherish it…"
Blitzo took a look inside. He couldn't believe what he just saw.
The heads of the Jester Demon and his goons. They were all radiating a dark energy.
Stolas held a large book and gave it to Blitzo.
"Say the chant."
Loona and Moxxie gasped. In all their years of killing, the I.M.P has never erased anybody out of existence. And that's just what they were about to do.
Blitzo's jaw was dropped to the floor. He looked at Stolas and back to the heads.
He held the book up as he read it.
Mori mori mori. Vos autem non vivet. Mori mori mori. Di non custodiat te. Mori mori mori. Relinquam in vacui. Mori mori mori. Vos mos evanui in nusquam!
The heads released an intense light that blinded everybody in the room. Suddenly, it stopped. Blitzo looked into the bag and was shocked to see it was now empty.
He just killed an overlord.
A part of him wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, knowing that he committed an inexcusable crime that will be further investigated by the rest of the nobility in Hell.
But another part of him wanted to do something else.
He rushed up to Stolas and kissed him full on. The owl's eyes were wide open at first, until he closed them and embraced the imp's lips. He held Blitzo off his feet as they continued on.
Moxxie went over to the door.
"You can come out now, my love…"
She sniffed.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
She opened the door, and rushed up to Moxxie, who held her. They embraced as Millie began crying into his arms.
Loona stood there wondering what the fuck just happened.
Millie took a swig of some Apple Ciroc as she sat next to Blitzo in the lounge. Stolas had already left with his book, and was enthusiastic about the repair of his relationship with Blitzo. The imp may have despised the overwhelming libido of the prince, but he still had feelings for him. Loona was downstairs in her own room, and Moxxie was waiting outside in the car, praying that nothing drastic happens.
Blitzo cleared his throat. "Millie, I'm sorry for going apeshit on you. I got my ass beat and I couldn't be man enough to take the blame."
She took her lips off the Ciroc.
"I always thought you were a great boss, sir. You told it how it is, and you were always tryin' to lighten up the day. I see qualities in you that I wish I saw in Moxxie…"
Blitzo looked down.
"...But you made me realize that…"
The boss looked up.
"...You're just my boss, and it's always just gonna be you bein' the boss. I thank you for everythin' ya done for me and my sweet Mox, I really do. But we need to be a lil' professional about this."
Blitzo quietly gasped to himself. It seemed like she and Moxxie had a talk behind his back after the whole incident.
Millie took another sip.
"I'm sorry for having a heart. I promise you…"
She threw the bottle on the floor with a hard swing. The glass shattered everywhere and the liquor spilled onto the carpet. Millie clenched her fists and walked away without even looking back at her boss.
"...it will never happen again…"
Moxxie spotted Millie walking towards the car. He quickly got out of the driver's seat, went around the car, and opened the passenger door for her. She gave him a light smile.
"Thanks, Mox."
He gave her a half nod in return and walked back to his own seat. He closed the door and strapped himself in. Right when he was about to move the stick, Moxxie and Millie looked at each other.
Millie reached her hand out to his face and felt his cheek. She giggled.
"You're growing stubble, hun."
He put his hand on her hair and stroked down. She always loved it when he did that.
"I'm really sorry for the way I behaved these past couple of years, but I'm glad you see why I'm so skeptical of him."
Her smile faded and she slowly nodded. Millie looked out of the window as Moxxie backed the car.
"What say we make some chicken wings together? Maybe a cake too?"
Millie turned back to Moxxie.
"I'd fuckin' love that, Mox." She smiled.
Blitzo sat in his chair. He was visibly disgusted with the way things turned out. It seemed like every single one of his employees now had something to hold against him.
The imp sighed as he put his hand to his face.
Another call.
Blitzo picked up the phone. "You reached the number of bottled depression."
A masked voice suddenly shocked him to his core. "yOu tHoUgHt yOu cAn gEt aWaY WiTh wHaT yOu jUsT DiD?
His mind nearly snapped in two. His body was filled with an unbearable warmth as the fear trickled down to his bones.
"W-w-what?"
"yOu CaLL bAcK iN 2 dAyS, oR yOuLL rEgReT iT…"
The mysterious person on the other line hung up.
