The merciless wind blew throughout the city, the heavy rain came pouring hard on every brave soulless creature that dared step foot outside. Imp City was facing horrid weather conditions, and it didn't seem like it will stop anytime soon. During all this madness, civilians and killers alike were not just blown away by the strong winds. Rumors have been spreading all across town, with many speculating that the shocking murders of the Hue Bros (the dark red and lavender demons) inside the Funky Chicken Night Club were committed by a feeble imp. Not only was the entire city generating plenty of buzz over the allegations, but there was a lot of coverage inside Pentagram City. Understandably, they were not as happy as those residing in Imp City.
When 666 News did a story on the killings, the news empire invited the Hue Bros over to discuss their own deaths after last night's altercation. While she was internally infuriated with the killings, she did her best to put on a happy face and properly interview the two thugs, who were idols to many.
"It was fuckin' dumb, man. I could have shot that little shit easily. He just happened to pull a quickie on me when I turned around and got distracted by this hot chick's enormous bust." The lavender demon was pulling excuses on how he got sidetracked and stabbed to death by the imp.
The dark red demon nodded slightly with a visibly upset frown. He pointed to his brother with his thumb. "What he said. Dude got lucky."
Katie Killjoy dragged her chair right next to the two and put an arm around them. "And just who is this mysterious killer, and what can we do for you fine gentlemen to finish the business? Because I think I can speak for all of Hell when I say we are going to CRUSH THIS LITTLE FUCKER AND SQUEEZE THE JELLO OUT OF HIS BODY!" She went on a violent rant near the end that caused the brothers to back their heads away and look on with horror.
They took a long time, but the lavender demon finally replied. "Um...I don't remember. He was such a nobody that we didn't bother tryna' get his bitch ass name."
"Hey Stolas, I'm moving to the City of Dis. I can't stay here at all."
He turned to the owl, who was reading a book on the staircase with a dark morning robe on. After a long period of silence, Stolas looked up and replied. "I tried to warn you, Blitzy. It's a rule of thumb for imps, and yet you have convinced yourself that you stand above those two."
Blitzo raised his eyebrow as he bent over to roll down his pant sleeves. "The hell is that supposed to mean? You don't think I'm superior in any way?"
Stolas replied with a laugh in the form of a huff, closed the book, and placed it on his lap. "I'll be frank with you, dear, I do not believe you should have killed those ruffians. Although I find immense pleasure in having you by my side, the royal side of me cannot help but wince at the thought of a world where an imp is superior to the lowest of demons. Because you're no-"
Blitzo stood back up and put a hand out. He was signaling the prince to stop talking. Stolas' pupils dilated, and his eyes grew terrifyingly red as they twitched. The reaction threw Blitzo off and caused him to gulp. He put his hand back down and rubbed his arm. "I'm sorry. It just feels like a kick in the balls when you say this shit to me."
"Well what do you want me to do, my soldier? Lie to you?" Stolas' legs were crossed.
The imp sighed. "No...Thank you for being honest with me at least."
Stolas grinned. "You're welcome, and hey, maybe when you come back from work, you can help feed me with those BIG. FAT. JUICY BA-"
Blitzo did a full 360 in a split second and hurried out. "Okay, bye! I gotta go!"
The boss shut the door behind him and closed the blinds. Moxxie sat there with his arms crossed, while Millie already started strapping herself with bullets and a rifle. Blitzo stuck his hands out once he was done closing all the blinds. "Alright, gang. You guys already know what we are doing today, and let me just say this…" They both sat there and leaned over in anticipation.
"Don't believe the media. I'm not a fucking hero. Those two dumbasses shot themselves. End of story."
Moxxie fixed his bowtie and took the cutlass out of his bag. Blitzo's eyes were fixated on his employee, expecting a snarky response or an instant rejection.
"Got anything wise to say, Moxxie?"
Nothing. He focused on ensuring the blade was kept durable for the mission. The lack of response hit Blitzo harder than a usual refutation from his weapons expert.
He turned to Millie. "You okay, now? No hangover?" She shrugged. "I was never even drunk to begin with, sir. Sorry…"
The boss just stood around as the couple were already preparing themselves for the worst. They had strap after strap, and were exchanging bags that contained miscellaneous things that not even their boss knew about.
"W-W-Where'd you get tha—"
Moxxie stood up and swung the blade in a circle. Blitzo screamed and braced himself for impact, but it turns out the imp was just stylishly putting his cutlass back into the holster. "Come on, time is precious. Honey, you got the artillery?"
He turned to Millie, who reached into one of the bags in her new black utility belt and took out a couple of tiny pods. "Got em' packed, sweetie!"
Moxxie nodded and walked towards the exit. "We'll be waiting for you." The line was directed towards Blitzo, but he didn't even bother to call him sir once in that whole sentence.
The boss sat there silently and took a good look of the seat across the table. He could really use Loona's support right now.
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The three imps jumped out of the portal. They were all greeted by a light at the end of a dark hallway. There was some carpet and a few plant decorations to make the place seem a little lively. However, it was clear that this assignment would be anything but that. Blitzo took a couple of steps forward while the rest of the team followed.
The imp had a feeling that whatever was behind the door at the very end of the hall, it wouldn't end pretty for them. He sped up a little.
The team heard a loud bang and the crackling of a fire. Smoke came out of the door. The gang all stopped dead in their tracks.
Then came the screams. After a couple of loud bangs, the room was completely quiet, and the production of smoke decreased.
Moxxie continued walking forward. He was now tip toeing and holding his cutlass close to him.
Everybody got a few feet within the door. Millie gritted her teeth as she reached for the doorknob. She turned it a little and peeked her head in.
Suddenly, a fiery explosion bursted out of the door.
BOOM!
They were all launched back to the halfway point. Blitzo and Moxxie landed flat on their faces while Millie suddenly caught fire on her face. She started shrieking and tried to put the fire away with a few strong pats, but it did nothing. Her voice caused Moxxie to wake back up and run over. He took his arm up and sprayed a gadget he had strapped to his arm, which put out the fire quickly. While the fire was gone, but what the imp saw was absolutely maddening.
Half of Millie's face had been completely burnt out, leaving a pink mess on her right side. Half of her hair had burnt out too, along with her eyebrow and eyelash, and her right eyeball had slightly melted down to her side. The sight made Moxxie very nauseous, as he bent on one knee and put his head down. Nothing came out. Millie nudged him.
Petrified, he looked back up at Millie, who was still shaking in complete distress from the pain. Moxxie could barely even recognize her. She slowly raised her arm and pointed at him with a pained expression.
"G-G-Get yer' ass back...up..."
That's when a metal rod came in flying through the air...and pierced Moxxie in his stomach. Millie screamed and backed out hastily, with her hands on the floor behind her. The imp's eyes grew wide as he slowly turned to Millie. Blood began pouring out of his mouth as he stared blankly, dropping the cutlass to the floor. Blitzo laid there behind them all, and he was absolutely shocked by the developments. The boss almost felt compelled to return back to Hell with his own life.
Then out of nowhere, Moxxie's cutlass began hovering from the ground. It got higher and higher, catching the attention of the scarred Millie. In the span of a second, the blade bent at a 180 degree angle and was removed from the handle. It crumpled up into a ball of refined metal.
The team heard footsteps. Moxxie looked down at his puncture wound, and got two hands on the rod. He shrieked as he slowly pulled it out of him. Millie put her hand over her mouth while Blitzo continued staring in absolute shock.
Before they knew it, a stainless steel fan flew through the air and hit Moxxie straight across his face. The imp spat out blood and fell onto his side. He was knocked out. The two other imps gasped and turned to the room.
It was the target.
He still had his eyepatch, his jumpsuit, and his head was still shaven. What nobody told Blitzo was the frame of the guy. He stood at a towering 7'1", and had hands like a professional basketball player. The human and the imps shared a staredown, but Millie broke out of it quick and scooted forward to attend Moxxie. Still groaning from her horrific burn, she shook him to no avail.
The human broke the silence and caught the imps' attention. "Don't bother. None of you will make it out of here."
Subsequently, his eyes shifted to the entrance and he proceeded to clench his fist.
The ceiling and the lights fell from above. Everything kept dropping onto the floor until the debris came close to Blitzo, who turned around and froze in horror.
There was no way out.
Millie began snarling. She stood up and held up a semi-automatic rifle. Blitzo nervously followed and took out a simple handgun. He had very little time to prepare for this. The target did not appear to be intimidated. In fact, he held his fists tighter and stared with malice.
None of the imps knew what to do...which is why Millie acted on instinct. She was determined enough to pull the trigger. Bullets began spraying towards him.
Then they stopped in mid-air
Her eyes widened.
"Oh fuck."
With the thrust of his arm, he sent the bullets back flying.
And they struck Millie's torso. She yelped and fell hard to the ground.
"MILLIE!" The boss yelled her employee's name, and scrambled back onto the floor to see if she was okay. Blitzo held her face and was very anxious to see if she was okay. The imp, however, opened her eyes and cracked a slight smirk.
He looked down and saw that literally nothing punctured her stomach. The rest were blockaded by her bullet belt. The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed nervously.
"Oh thank Satan's ass. For a second I thought-"
He was cut short by a scalpel that flew just past him. Blitzo looked to the target, who was still standing there blankly. He bent over and offered her his hand, lifting her back on her feet. After assisting his employee, he nodded. "Okay, so this bald-headed bastard can send back projectiles. We can't afford to throw him anymore bones."
Millie followed up with a nod of her own. "Yep, we're gonna need some cuttin' to get this one done." She sighed and pointed to the target with a scowl. "This one's for Moxxie, you BITCH!"
"Agreed."
They took out their weapons. Millie had her axe with her, and Blitzo held a longsword of his own. It was time to get serious.
"ATTACK!"
With the command of the boss, the duo both rushed for the kill. The target did not change his expression at all.
Instead, he utilized his powers to get a hold of both their weapons. The strength of his telekinesis stopped them dead in their tracks, causing Millie to accidentally slam her forehead on the blade of the axe. Luckily, she had a little restraint that only resulted in a 3cm cut through. Unfortunately, it was more than enough to start the rush of blood coming down. They both began pushing back, trying to break out of the man's hold, but it was as easy as wrestling a bear. That's when Millie reached for a pod from one of her bags and threw it up in the air. The target was startled by the object, and released the hold to focus on it. Millie quickly turned around and dragged Blitzo with him. They both fell to the ground as the object exploded and was just barely caught by the human. The fireball that he was trying to hold back was covering his vision, allowing both imps to arrive from each side and take a swing at him.
While Millie missed and tripped as a result of her uncontrollable rage (as well as her right eye being melted), Blitzo swung his sword down and stabbed him right in the shoulder. The blade stopped after a few inches, and it caused the target to shriek and push him back. Unfortunately, the blade was still stuck in his body, so it remained still while its unholy wielder flew to the wall. Right after Millie got up, she rushed towards him and charged a swing. However, the telekinetic male got a hold of her and kept her steady. Frozen still, Millie watched on as the target cracked his knuckles. He proceeded to throw a hard jab against her sides, forcing the air out of her lungs. She gasped and winced from the pain. Another jab. Then another. The imp groaned loudly after the third, and turned to the fireball that was kept still.
She let go of her weapon and ducked to avoid another jab. From there, Millie ran towards him and grabbed him around his torso. With her legs, she drove him back and sent him into the fireball. The energy from the explosion was finally released, and it once again sent the imp back into the isolated room. Smoke began fogging the area as she scooted herself back to keep her distance. Suddenly, she felt something mushy. Millie looked down and was caught off guard by the fact that she was sitting right in front of the rotting corpse of a hospital worker with his head crushed in. There was a hammer right next to where his body was, so it was reasonable to assume he sent that one flying as well.
She stood back up once she saw that the smoke cleared and the man was laying down in defeat. The upper half of his jumpsuit basically burned off, and his head appeared to have been left scarred by the explosion, just like Millie's right side.
Then he slowly raised himself up.
And so did Blitzo, who was squinting his eyes and moaning from the aching pain on the back of his head. The trauma that he received from the collision made him feel uneasy.
The target turned to Millie. He was left bleeding with a couple bruises and a significant burned area around his left cheek and nose. However, it wasn't as bad as the powerhouse herself.
She couldn't help but ask, even if they were intending to kill each other. "Yer' powers, how are they even possible?"
The target cracked his neck and glanced down at his wiggling fingers.
"I have questions about you freaks too, but to answer your question, they put...things in me. I told em' I had nothing to live for and they were hella' keen on playing around with my body. That didn't work out well for them. You can see behind you."
She nodded. "Yeah, I saw."
He breathed in and exhaled. "A lot of people... want me dead. A lot of people were also killed along the way, so I'm sorry to break the news to you, but you ain't coming back alive, especially with the shit you just did to my face."
Millie sighed.
"We were never alive."
Then she picked up her axe from the floor and slowly approached the menace. She spun her axe around and gripped the handle hard. There was no way she was going to back down, especially after she had him on the ropes.
Before she can make her next move, there was a zip coming from behind. The target quickly turned around, but unfortunately, it was too late for him.
A two sided harpoon went through the body of the target, causing him to react violently and sending him into a state of shock. Then, the harpoon was jerked back and landed on the floor, leaving the target with literally no escape. He continued to shriek and move crazily, fighting back the severe pain of the steel slicing through his spine like butter and leaving red broken skin hanging from around the puncture with blood squirting out.
It was Moxxie. He was hunched over and was still putting his hand over his own wound. The imp carried a discomforted look as he still held the crossbow close.
Millie gleamed at the sight of her husband. He turned to her for a second, but coldly turned her away and refocused on the target. He still held the crossbow on one hand, but he dug into his jacket to take out a machete.
The imp walked over and came up from behind on the target, who was still screaming at the top of his lungs.
"You put up a respectable fight, but you are not going to ruin this for us. We're taking your head and the money."
Millie and Blitzo looked dumbfounded by the complete snub of his own wife. It seemed like Moxxie was fixated on seeking retribution for endangering the potential of the company from this contract.
Moxxie put the machete to the side of his head and gave him a bloody toothed smile. "You tried."
Then he thrusted and stabbed the machete into his brain…
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.
.
.
Or so he thought.
Instead, the blade was held back once more, and the target halted his screaming. Instead, he started seething and slowly turned his head down to the imp. He was absolutely furious. Then he threw his head back and let out an empowering scream while the ceiling and the entirety of the hospital began rumbling like crazy. Blitzo started slipping and fell to the floor, while Millie latched herself onto the wall.
The entire building collapsed.
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The three imps laid there with multiple scratches and nasty bruises. Blitzo was the first to open his eyes.
The boss raised his upper body up and looked around in shock. They had just fallen along with the building, and yet he was still alive. Blitzo's attention was instantly caught when he heard rumbling underneath a pile of rubble.
A gloved hand emerged. It was Millie, who was gasping for fresh air. Her burnt face was now dried out and covered in dust, giving her a more gruesome and distinguished look. She turned around and grabbed another hand. Moxxie's hand. Millie pulled him out and slowly rested him onto the floor. Blitzo stood up and walked towards them.
"Ohhhh mama, you guys alright?"
The freckled imp slowly opened his eyes.
Then his face was overtaken by absolute grimace.
"We lost our man…"
His eyes remained locked after a little while, then his shock turned into immense anger as the imp punched through the concrete slab underneath them and left a serious dent.
