"Fucking shoot me. Just fucking do it…"

Blitzo put his head on his desk and put the book to the portal on Loona's lap as she sat across the boss. He expected her to say the killing chant, but she scoffed by the ridiculousness of the situation. This was one of the rare instances in which the I.M.P was unable to complete the job. There were only two cases in which this happened. Unfortunately, the ending to both stories were anti-climatic, as the company simply kept the money and left their clients pissed off more than before. However, there was really nothing they could do. After all, this company had more firepower than most of their old clients, which was composed of poor working class imps. The most oppressed group of imps in Hell. The problem is, this was an overlord. This was quite literally committing suicide in the afterlife. You piss off an overlord, and they might just use their power to kill you off completely and send you to the Unknown, where lost souls are kept after being sent away by a killing chant. Blitzo felt it was better for Loona to do this rather than the Cowboy Demon.

"Cut that shit out. Get your ass up, we have to own this."

The imp shook his head. "Not a chance in Hell. Just say the words, Loonie. Just like we practiced. It was um...Mori mori mori….Vos...autumn nonviolence. Mori mori mori. Something something something. Mori mori mori. Delinquent in vacuum-"

The hound groaned. "You are fucking stupid. You're really going to blow over the fact that we still have to complete today's contract? Come on, man! At least call him or something!"

The Cowboy Demon. Even the indication of his name in sentence form was more than enough to make the boss feel sick to his stomach. The imp has been around long enough to hear the legends of what the overlord is capable of in Hell. Royally piss him off, and you may be killed 245 times over before being tortured to death in the living world. From what he could remember, it was much worse than that, and he did not want to be the select few to know that.

"Him!? Are you fucking nuts? We're going to lose our heads before the day is over! What do we fucking do!?"

The phone on Blitzo's pocket rang. There was no way to describe the look on Loona's face, other than, "you better fucking pick up this call before I claw your face open".

He slowly reached down his pocket and had the phone right in his hands. A gulp traveled down from him. Especially when the phone displayed a No Caller ID box.

"H-H-Hello?"

Blitzo could hear a familiar voice whistling slowly, as if the caller was deliberately taunting him. "The I.M.P. Pardner, should I ask what the 'I' stands fer'?"

So much for a smooth start. "U-U-Ummm…I-I-I…"

"The 'I', stands fer' immediate. Now ain't that heartbreakin'?"

"Sir, w-we're very sorry we couldn't catch this guy. I-If you'd like, we—"

"We what?"

The sudden confrontation in the Cowboy Demon's voice churned Blitzo's stomach and sent chills down his spine. "W-We could t-target somebody else?"

All the Cowboy Demon could do to respond was scoff. "Blitz. Buddy. This man ain't just some hooha you can just leave roamin' the living world. Doesn't make ya' wanna sleep soundly at night, now does it? No no no, ya' seem to be forgettin' the severity of the situation right now. Wanna get some more time on the target? Go ahead, big hoss. But I must warn ya', my boys will start pressin' yer' team."

The line cut out. Blitzo's forehead was sweating like crazy while his hands trembled from the news that they will now be physically pressured to get the job done. It was nearing midnight, and there was still no sign of Moxxie. That latter part made its way into the boss' head.

He turned to Loona. "Uhm…I could really use a plan right now. We really need Mox on this one."

Loona thought to herself. She had a nice interaction with Millie and even had more respect for her after the second botched attempt at taking the telekinetic target down. They've met each other when she was sixteen and still left in the constraints of her undersized owner, and not once did they both carry a conversation together like that. In times of adversity, it seemed like the team was really coming together. There was mutual respect now between all members, and there was a stronger reliance on one another now that their lives could potentially be at stake, along with the company. Had it not been for the witnesses being tight-lipped, they could also be potentially fighting for the reputation of Imp City as well, knowing that this multi-million dollar target is becoming a hot commodity in the fiery pits of Hell. Above all that, though, she was genuinely glad she could finally interact with Millie better…

...which is why this was going to hurt.

Loona finally gave in. She still appeared very conflicted. "Blitz, there's something you may wanna know."

Thirty minutes later, a large bus came to a screeching halt as it stopped right in front of the I.M.P headquarters. Moxxie was back, and he put on a brave face for his return. In addition, he kept his gun by his pocket now that he was back in the city.

He didn't see it, but the curtains to the window next to the door were suddenly closed shut. Blitzo and Loona barged right outside, with Millie following them in pursuit. She was trying desperately to get them to come back. "Just wait a damn minute! He ain't goin' anywhere, sir! Sir! It's not what you thi-"

Loona turned her head to Millie and shook it as if she deeply regretted her decision, which she sort of did. "Sorry, we need to make sure he's fighting for us." Millie was not further comforted by the fact that Blitzo cracked his fist just by clenching it hard.

Moxxie walked out of the bus and instantly spotted his team members on the spot. He gave a big smile and waved at them, seeing how Millie was there walking with them. However, his smile faded when he noticed a consistent pattern amongst the three killers. None of them appeared to be happy to see him.

Blitzo was fuming when he reached Moxxie. Once he was a few feet within the imp, he took a deep breath and put his hands together. "Mox, be straight with me. Are you trying to leave us here?" All Moxxie could do was look around as if he hadn't had the slightest clue. "Sir, where did you even hear that? I'm right here, and I'm ready to get back to work."

"Loona told me everything. You don't have hope for us. You don't have hope for me or her. You don't have hope for this whole goddamn family. All you care about is yourself and your stupid ass penthouse. You're really going to run away when we're at our most desperate?"

Moxxie slowly glanced up at Blitzo, who was right on his face. "You know we can't finish this one. I'm just...making a Plan B for me and Millie. Is it really that bad to look after my ACTUAL family!? To look after my wife?"

"This is your fucking family, you little shit. You fight alongside your family or you get the fuck out with nobody to look after you." Moxxie turned to Millie, who shook her head at him. She tried to tell her husband, but he just wouldn't listen to her. "Oh, like you know anything about family! The only candidate that can start a family with you owns you like you're a personal sex slave!"

The boss chuckled to himself.

Then he slapped Moxxie across the face. The hand was swift and hard, catching Moxxie by surprise with a pulse of great pain striking his cheek. He instantly held it with his hand, looking back over to his angry boss in an expression of shock.

"Don't you fucking talk to me that way, you conniving son of a bitch."

Oh, the irony. The same line Millie had used in her exchange with Moxxie. It was the last time the couple saw each other, and all it did was give her bad memories of that day. While the slap hurt Moxxie significantly, it hurt Blitzo much more to do this to one of his employees. Although no regulation in Hell prevented him from inflicting physical harm to his own, he's always tried his best to keep it from ending up that way.

At the same time, Moxxie was only inciting him with every word that came out of his mouth. "Y-You just slapped me…" He was now just as furious as Blitzo, whose eyes widened from the look of his employee. "I told you what would happen if you put your hands on me, didn't I?" Moxxie threw the gun far behind him and rolled up a sleeve. Blitzo looked worried, but as a part of his tough guy act, he scoffed hesitantly and crossed his arms. He looked up as a way to avoid eye contact. "Hey now, you are the one that is lying to your superior. Now, I need you to stay right here with us or I will-I-I am-"

Moxxie's hands were both in a claw. They shook uncontrollably as his pent up rage got the best of him. "Or what!?" Blitzo paused. "Or...I will get really mad at you…" Loona facepalmed, while Millie was just baffled by the fact that the man she has worked for is trying so desperately to pussy out of a fight.

"I've witnessed the downfall of my musical career. I've killed so many people, women and children. I've put up with your shit all my life with nobody to be there to help me whatsoever. You think I give a FUCK IF YOU'RE GOING TO GET REALLY MAD AT ME!?"

Blitzo was in for it now.

Moxxie then ran up towards the boss and tried to shove him down. Luckily for Blitzo, the short stature of his employee prevented him from even falling. However, he was still sent a few feet back. And on top of that, he was now forced to fight his own employee despite the looming fact that he confronted him first.

He decided the logical move was to shove Moxxie back. Blitzo's only experience in fighting was in the circus when he was bullied by Tilla. He also had some scraps with his younger sister Barbie Wire, but it hardly ever ended well for him. The difference between this and his fights with his siblings is that he actually had a size advantage for once. With his strength, he sent the imp further back. So much so, that Moxxie nearly tripped on the sidewalk. However, he regained his balance instantly.

The employee shrieked, ran up to him with the speed of a cheetah, and clocked his own boss right across the face. That punch sent Blitzo to the ground, and would have made Moxxie prone to five pink slips. Instead, the boss slowly got himself off the sidewalk, still feeling the effects of the punch. He shook himself around and got into an unorthodox stance.

Moxxie ran up to Blitzo again. This time, both imps grappled each other and wrestled all the way down to the floor. Blitzo got on top of Moxxie and charged for a punch, but Moxxie wouldn't let go of his boss' hand. He finally let go when Blitzo headbutted him down to the ground, nearly giving him a concussion.

In the midst of all the action, Millie and Loona were nowhere to be seen. They already decided shortly before that they both had enough of this tussle, so they both went back inside. Moxxie felt uneasy from his head getting slammed, and it didn't help that Blitzo directly punched him right in the nose. The force of his boss' fist was enough to make him bleed nasally. Right when Blitzo was ready to take another swing, Moxxie flipped him back and now the two imps were laying on their sides. Both of them got up and they once again got in their stances. Moxxie was still shaky from losing the first scuffle, but he refused to give this one up. For him, this fight was years in the making.

Blitzo ran up first, and was looking to tackle Moxxie and take him back down. Instead, his employee logically read him and smashed Blitzo's nose open with a knee. The boss came crashing down on the sidewalk and landed on the already bloodied face. He was slow to get up, and he was never able to, because Moxxie was smart enough to kick his boss when he was down. After a couple of hard kicks to his ribs, the imp stopped inflicting damage and took a few steps back to give him some breathing room. He held his nose, as did Blitzo.

"You...better stay down. Don't do something you'll regret…"

Sadly, reason was never something that the boss considered. Instead, he got right back up into his stance and with his fingers, signaled Moxxie to come right at him. What he did not expect, however, was for the imp to go low. They both were once again on the floor, trying to get on top of the other.

And then Moxxie decided to do the unthinkable. He sank his teeth…

...right into the groin area of Blitzo.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The scream emitted from the boss was enough to catch the attention of anyone within a three mile radius. That was just how loud he was, and for good reason too. As Moxxie wiped his mouth, Blitzo was foaming at the mouth while holding his injured testicle. A little more force, and he could have bursted it right open. If this is uncomfortable for you, just remember you clicked on this story. The bite may have been a little too far, and it even made Moxxie reconsider his own actions. As an act of sympathy, he walked up and got on one knee. He wanted to check on his practically neutered opponent and ensure he can still keep his job.

"Sir?"

Big mistake.

Blitzo pulled a can of pepper spray from his pocket and got the poor imp right in his eyes. The area around Moxxie's eyes began to turn purple as his eyes got even redder. Bloody marks also formed around his nose.

"AHHH! SON OF A-"

Moxxie continued shrieking as he shook uncontrollably and rolled around the floor like a crying toddler. He held his eyes tightly, becoming blinded and absolutely irritated. This was the perfect opportuntiy for Blitzo to pounce. He got back on his feet and tried to take another step, but instead he fell back down and held his testicle again once he realized the hard way that walking wouldn't be the same for anybody who got bit in that area. Both of them were now screaming on the sidewalk in their own space. The long anticipated fight was so pathetic that none of the bystanders that were unfortunately around the scene at the time wanted to stare at it for too long.

After the screams calmed down a little, both imps were groggy to get up, but they were once again at their stance. It was not sharp, but it was still a stance. Moxxie still couldn't see, so he waited for Blitzo to come at him, and so he did. The boss marched up to the imp and was going to punch him square in the eyes, but Moxxie correctly calculated his move and avoided the fist. He then reached his arms up and grabbed Blitzo by his neck and put him in a hold. He struggled as he felt himself fade within Moxxie's grip. Desperately, he sunk his fangs into the hands of his fellow employee, and even drew blood out of them. Moxxie screamed and tried looking down at the damage.

Blitzo got down on all fours and struggled to catch his breath. The combination of the testicular pain and his breathing problem was enough to make him projectile vomit over a couple of feet in front of him. He coughed up a little excess and fell flat. Meanwhile, Moxxie sat down, not knowing at all where he was even seated. However, he didn't hear Blitzo make any more advances, so he took it as a tie.

Of course, they both still remained very persistent. They both slowly got up for what would unknowingly be the last time. When they both decided to run up on each other, Blitzo was running at a limp, while Moxxie was running the other way. For no particular reason, they both dove high at the same time and fell on hard concrete.

Neither of them moved. A puddle of blood formed around both of them.

Sometime after the tragedy that was that fight, Blitzo and Moxxie woke up in their own bloody mess. Neither of them seem to mind that they both just passed out in their own blood. Instead, they slowly got back on their feet while groaning. They looked at each other.

Blitzo shook his head.

"I think...we should stop."

Still drowsy from the action, Moxxie gave a half nod and walked towards the entrance of the building. He plopped himself down and leaned back on the wall next to the door. Blitzo followed, except he sat down on the opposite wall. They were both separated by the front door of the company's headquarters.

Moxxie sighed. "I was furious, sir. You always treated me like I am deplorable all these years. I am more than just an angry mouth. I have expertise, knowledge that has really helped this company. I just want to be the best at something, and I feel like...I don't know...like maybe you're limiting me from my full potential."

Blitzo's eyes widened. A quote from himself said it all.

"This is your fucking family, you little shit. You fight alongside your family or you get the fuck out with nobody to look after you."

Looking back at when it was said not long ago, Blitzo was seriously uncomfortable from the fact that he sounded exactly like his older sister. Raised in an abusive circus, he was pressured to follow the family business. He too, was treated like garbage, even when it was his own family. That was a serious problem that Blitzo did not tolerate. He wanted to be the supportive sibling that he never got to be, and he felt it can be started with this company. Instead, he was only doing the exact same thing that Tilla used to do, and he did not want to end up like Tilla at all.

He looked back at Moxxie. "You're right. I'm...really sorry about that. If my own employee is looking to abandon me when times are tough, I can't really blame anyone other than me. I guess I've been too hard on you lately."

Moxxie nodded as he looked off into the distance. "I just wish I can do it all again. I had a future in music up there, you know?" Blitzo thought to himself. "Yeah. I don't know if this is some controversial shit I am about to spit, but I'm going to do it anyway. I may have acted like an asshole to you, but at least I didn't tear everything you worked hard for...and I will never do that, I can promise you that."

Strange. Moxxie was just reminded of the first day he was here. He told his boss about the entire story, how the Instructor purposely sent Moxxie down a trap door during the biggest performance of his life, how he injured his legs and deliberately used his sideline injury as an excuse to release him, how he manipulated the story for the media to once again put another feeble imp to shame. It was all clear now.

Blitzo was not the boss he wanted, but he was damn sure the boss he needed.

No matter what, he was always there to complete the contracts with his own employees. Blitzo always got a piece of the action instead of sitting on his desk all day, waiting for the hirees to do the dirty work for him. He risked his own (after)life just like anybody else did. Moxxie made eye contact with Blitzo. "You're a good boss...Blitz. The boss chuckled.

"I guess you can say I'm a...helluva boss."

Moxxie shook his head whilst laughing. "Heh, I get it."

"Yeah…"

They both shared another collective laugh, but before the conversation even continued, the door suddenly swung open as a frantic Millie and Loona grabbed each of them by their shoulder. Millie looked down at Moxxie and gave him a long kiss. This was something that he really missed while he was on his "business trip". As for Loona, she simply slapped Blitzo across the face and grabbed him by the collar in excitement.

"Blitz! Get the fuck over here! We could still pull this motherfucker off! Come on! Come on!"

The boss tried to shove his own adoptive hound away from him. "Alright, alright, ALRIGHT! Fuck!"

The contract for today was the simple $4M offered during the briefing with the overlords. Not only did Millie and Loona have enough time to finish today's contract, but they managed to negotiate with the Penguin Demon, asking that he provide them with a big favor rather than a monetary reward.

A little known fact about overlords is that with enough will, they are able to track a target's location for a few seconds using an ancient spell that is only accessible to Hell's elite. However, the reason why this is not often used is because it can take a big toll on one's body. The consequences of utilizing this spell are very mysterious, but luckily it is not fatal enough to change the Penguin Demon's mind.

At first, it was hard for Blitzo to wrap his mind around it, but in hindsight, it was much better being rewarded with something that could not only help a lot to driving them toward the $40M reward from the Cowboy Demon, but it would also potentially save their bacon. Moxxie took a lot less time to accept it. He was all ready to go.

With the exception of Moxxie, everybody else in the room were very much aware as to the looming danger that is the Cowboy Demon. It appears he hasn't sent anybody in, and considering he is a very busy man, he is most likely going to start taking action no earlier than noon. Blitzo is aware of this due to Stolas always bringing it up before work. Overlords don't get in the vengeance mood until after breakfast.

They were all ready to go into tomorrow. Most preferably very early.

"Alright, team. It's been a long night. Loona, what time is it?"

Loona looked down at her phone. "Um, 9:28P.M."

Record scratch. Crickets chirping.

They all seriously thought it was much later than usual. But 9:28PM? Everybody in the room already shared the same idea.

Considering this may be their most dangerous and expensive contract, it was worth splashing SOME of the money they got from Valentino. Blitzo smirked. He looked at Millie. She smirked. She slapped Moxxie's keister and he smirked. He looked up at Loona and they both smirked.

One more party.