If buildings can bounce up and down, the headquarters of the I.M.P would probably reach the skies right now. The strobe lights on the third highest floor lit up the Imp City skyline, with skylights even being installed almost instantly after the group came to a unanimous decision to party it up for the night, with the entire city being invited over to partake in the festivities. Typically, the building was packed considering over 95% of the city's population lived in poverty. Imps, the lower mantle of society, have all gathered together to have a good time in the most dreaded pits of hell. The only overlord who gave half a damn about what the company was doing was the Penguin Demon, but really, he was only coming to repay the favor that the two girls requested.
Inside the building were ten floors. All ten of those floors were taken up by a bunch of imps who set up their own distinguished party. However, for the sake of consistency, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were all located in the briefing room while the book was locked up in Blitzo's office.
While windows were being shattered and drunken beings of Hell were retching all over the floors, the group were having a private party of their own.
They all sang together to the song blaring from the speaker they just installed for the room.
"You're in love with something bigger than love
You believe in something stronger than trust
Wanderluuuuuuuuu-uuuu-uuuust!
Wanderluuuuuuuuu-uuuu-uuuust!"
After the chorus, Moxxie and Millie continued salsa dancing, while Loona threw another bottle of tequila across the room and onto a wall. Blitzo walked out of the room and opened the door to a flood of people casually dancing and exchanging conversations with one another.
"HEY!"
Everybody outside of the briefing room stopped dead in their tracks. The boss smirked and reached for his back pocket. He pulled out a brick and threw it right into the center of the room where hardly anybody occupied the space.
"Don't forget to get coked up nice!"
The crowd cheered and rushed for the brick. They all fought together as they ripped the package open like animals. Everybody tried to get a whiff, so they exchanged blows upon one another and even tried to tear each other's guts out. As the fighting progressed, more blood spilled out onto the floor. Blitzo threw four more bricks that were stashed below the whiteboard to feed the violent woodfire that was the houseguests and their crave for mid-tier cocaine.
He shut the door again and kneeled down next to Loona, who was staring out the window. He put an arm around her neck and irritated her with his annoying laugh.
"Oh why so glum, chum? You're on your sixth drink, Loonie." She grunted and scooted away from her owner. "Just fuck off already and leave me be."
Blitzo kept forgetting to remind himself that Loona's mood swings can come around the corner anytime, especially when alcohol is the catalyst. He turned to Millie and Moxxie, but they just responded with a collective shrug. To be fair, he was not going to be any dryer than his hound. After all, Blitzo promised himself that he would take the whole party to the roof and make a special announcement to the entire city. However, that would require a lot of booze in his system. He walked over to the mini fridge that they moved away from the lounge (for obvious reasons) and took out two large bottles of whiskey. The boss popped the caps open and chugged both bottles to completion. Shortly afterwards, he received a call by none other than HIM.
He picked up the phone as he tried to recollect himself. "Uhmmm...Blitz."
A familiar voice came from the other end. "Oh Blitzy, you naughty boy!"
"Huh? Mom?"
A sophisticated howl of laughter came none other than Stolas, who was naturally rolling around on his couch with nobody around to bother him. His voice remained soft but assertive. "I heard you were hosting a shindig over at your offices. You know, I find that to be terribly rude, my little pet. The imp I treasure the most, having another social gathering without inviting me."
Blitzo tripped on the carpet when he tried to walk the other way around. He collapsed hard, but he still had his phone in his hand, so he extended his lips to ensure his voice would be heard because drunk Blitzo.
"Oh, uh, you want to go to this party with me? It's boring as HELL right now. These love birds are out here doing the hokey pokey, and I can only ration so much liquor in one mini fridge."
Only a long sigh sufficed from the call. "I'll see you there, Blitz."
He hung up. Blitzo laid there dumbfounded. After another swig of a half-drunk bottle on the floor, he stood himself up and laid on the table to stare at the ceiling.
While all the commotion was happening outside of the briefing room, Loona sat herself on her own chair that she moved towards the window. She sat there with melancholy in a bottle and a joint on another hand.
Outside of the only female team member, Loona has been very secretive in her own "vacation" with Shrapnel. It ended up being much worse than she described to Millie. Not only did she kick the one person she thought she can trust out of her own apartment, but it was done in a very public manner. This all stemmed from a dumb little argument between the two. Shrapnel suggested that Loona return the favor and move back to Pentagram City with her now that Imp City is left desolate of other rival gangs. Her gang already had a stronghold on the southern region, meaning she was pretty much allowed to leave for the frontlines. However, Loona took the suggestion and twisted it as a demand for her to leave behind Blitzo and the company. The main basis of her argument was that things were going great for the I.M.P, so when she came back to the alarming news that the entire company along with its string of success may be in serious jeopardy, it put immense pressure on her. Now she had to complete this contract with literally no preparation thanks to Blitzo planting the idea of imps going rabid upon the heads of every rival. However, there was one thing that just came to her.
Moxxie still owes her those lessons.
After finishing up the rest of her drink, she threw it on the floor and kicked the chair away. Loona wiped some of the alcohol from her mouth and marched towards Moxxie, who was doing some sort of tap-dance with Millie. Once she was in a close enough range, the two imps stopped and looked at her with confusion read all over their faces.
The hound belched and put her hand on Moxxie's shoulder. "You still need to teach me how to shoot, man."
He sighed, but he understood that he brought it upon himself a week ago. He turned to Millie, being reminded of the time that he taught his own wife how to shoot. Of course, it was back when she was a new employee and she needed to make up for the lack of experience on firearms.
"Okay. Let's just gather our things and hope we don't get trampled out there."
Millie tittered through her nose, while Loona yawned and headed for the door. Before the three all left that door, Blitzo stopped staring into space and got up. "Hey wait wait wait, where are you all going? We haven't even gotten to the 'games" yet!"
Moxxie stopped dead in his tracks and physically cringed, while Millie put a hand to his arm. They did not want to be reminded of the "games" that their own boss planned for the night, but they also did not want to put their boss down too hard, so Millie put on a brave face. "Oh, the games? Yeah, don't you worry, sir! We just gotta give Loona some pointers, but we'll be back in time!"
Blitzo did not buy it. "Pointers? Didn't that girlfriend of hers already teach Loona how to do the double twis-"
The door slammed shut. The boss was left there alone in the room, with absolutely nobody there to share the many obscure things he bought with his money in record time. Nevertheless, he had to entertain himself, so he walked over to the storage closet in the back and took out a stack of cards. Along with those stack of cards, he took out a few more bottles of whiskey and a shot cup.
Blitzo laid everything out on the floor and sat down. Wiggling his fingers, he grabbed the first card and went "Ah!", as if he was ready to indulge in a very luxurious meal.
"Hmm, let's see here. Never have I ever...had a one night stand." The boss cackled like a villain and looked around the empty room. "Oh boy, I'm sure neither of you younglings have to take a shot. Huh? What was that, Loona? You think so? Well, I highly doubt you two were a one night thing. Let's be serious, sister. Who took control of that affair? You? Because if you ask me, I think I roughed up that feathered fuck pretty well. It was almost like he was asking for it. Well, he was asking for it, but that's besides the point.
He poured the whiskey into the cup and drank it all. After that shot came another card.
"Alright. Never have I ever...murdered three people in one day. Huh. This one is very easy. You had those three guys I blew up at the military base. That was crazy. I mean...there may have been like what, a dozen of them? But you gotta give it to me, I really know my craft pretty well...if my craft is throwing cheaply made grenades that were deemed unsuitable for testing...Shit. Well what about you, Millie? I don't know about you, you seem like you really hate squeezing the red jelly out of people. Heh heh. Moxxie? Oh, right. You killed a shitload of people when we had to go rescue you. I mean, I did help though. Can't run a killing circus without the ringmaster...Poor choice of words, fuck."
This was getting sad now.
He took another shot and a card.
"Never have I ever...carried out a successful bank heist. Well that's not even fair. I'm a businessman, not some brainless crony whose only instinct is to kill, rape, and rob. Millie? You robbed any good banks in your heyday? Riiiiight...we're all seriously doubting that, I mean wow. You've only been in a gang for like five years. Sarcasm! I'm just joking, Christ! No need to get all amped up, Mills! Moxxie, control your woman! Okay, okay. I'm just trying to set a mood, guys."
Blitzo just took another card.
"Never have I ever...killed a famous celebrity. Yeah, that's a real doozy. I mean, it's really hard to remember the time you killed someone famous. Let me dig deep. Ha! I did kill this one guy in an alleyway a couple of years back. Emmett Kelly. He stole a lot of shit from us, so I had to ACCK, ya' know what I'm sayin'? Okay, me and Barbie had to kill him. Of course, it's hard to do anything when the other just finished it off with a bullet to his head. Nothing you can do about that. Nothing at all. Huh? Alright, Loona, alright. Yeah, I don't know if you two heard me talk about this, but Loona here believes she killed DJ Screw with a stray bullet. Sounds bullshit to me. A stray bullet? Fat chance."
The boss surveyed around the room, as he expected any reaction. He sighed to himself and took another card. This was starting to get dull for him very fast. Blitzo even forgot to take a shot.
"Well damn, you guys sure are the life of the party. Let's get some more liquor in those systems, eh? Never have I ever...been married. Alright! Give it up for the two lovers! Bonnie and Clyde, I see you guys! Yep, savor that whiskey. Loona, I'm sorry to tell you this. You're like *belch* three months short or something. Don't grow up too fast, will ya'?"
Silence.
He didn't know why, but that line made Blitzo realize that this may have been a ridiculous idea. He turned to the stack of cards and slapped them all over the floor. The boss took the two bottles of whiskey and chugged both of them down.
Big mistake.
Blitzo abruptly stopped himself and got on all fours, retching everywhere and even getting the cards into the mess. While he was busy throwing up his guts all over the briefing room, the window behind him opened. A shadowy figure snuck in and noticed the boss throwing up. For some strange reason, this mysterious person walked over to his aid.
"Shit! Are you okay, Blitz?"
The accent. Blitzo turned around as some of his puke hung down his mouth. It was Shrapnel, and she was in a much punkier attire than usual. It seemed like she had already planned to dress for a party, and it only made sense that she was going to crash it. For Blitzo, this was nowhere near obvious.
"S-S-Shraps?" He gulped his own vomit as he continued to talk to her in some sort of slurred speech. "Are you here to play with us?" The hound's eyebrows were both raised as she looked at the puke-covered cards spread on the floor.
"You were playing?"
"Well, yeah."
Shrapnel thought to herself for a moment. She realized that not even she was mentally prepared to go through with her very ambitious plans to confront Loona. Instead, she was willing to think it over with Loona's supposed father figure.
"Okay, so how does the game work?"
The boss chuckled to himself. "I-I just realized we don't have anything to drink. FUCK!" The violent pulse caused Shrapnel to fall back and put her hands out as if she was being attacked. "Woah woah woah! Calm down, chico! It's okay! Is there alcohol out there?" She pointed to the exit.
Blitzo nodded.
"Okay, I'll just go get the shits from there. You stay here and keep it chill, ight?"
He nodded. Again.
She walked towards the door and left it open. For some odd reason, the sounds of the partygoers were as soothing as the ocean for the drunken imp. Although everybody including himself doubted his skill, there was no doubt that he was successful despite the implications and the questions. These were his people, and they were drinking and (unlikely but bare with me) eating out of his hand. The same imp that was pushed around all his childhood and constantly asked to do something with his life was doing something with his life, and it was a very successful thing so far.
Blitzo realized he should go out there. Sadly, he didn't have the strength to go through with it, nor did he even have the strength to go through with that big announcement of his. Sure, the boss was seriously intoxicated, but he was no longer at that stage of drunkenness that elevates self-confidence. He was fully aware that he was an emotional mess, and he couldn't bear to spill it all out by accident. Maybe with Shrapnel, things can change.
Speak of the devil, she's back with a whole 24 pack of beer. The boss was prompted to ask. "Corona?"
"Oh, calmate. You tried this before?" He shook his head. "Well, this stuff is hella good. You get the limes, the salt, put all that shit together, and you got yourself a nice beer. It sounds good on paper, no?"
Blitzo gave a dumbfounded expression. "Wait, who the fuck drinks beer with lime?" Shrapnel cackled as she laid the pack onto the floor. She did keep her distance, however. The hound had on some nice black high tops. No way in hell was she going to ruin it with vomit.
She sat criss cross next to the imp. They both looked at the cards. "Yeaaaah, you might wanna handle those instead, hombre."
Blitzo agreed, and he took out one of the cards from the puddle. "Oh shit, I already did this one." Shrapnel objected. "No wait, let's do it anyway!" He sighed. "Never have I ever had a one night stand."
The hound chuckled. "Well there was this one guy who had a lot of info on those vatos from the projects. But that's when I was 13."
Blitzo paused. "What the fuck?"
Despite the unexpected response, Shrapnel laughed it off and turned to him. "Well what about you? Any girls you got lucky to get with?" Blitzo shook his head. "Not even close. I had a one night stand with a prince. His name is Stolas. You probably know him."
Out of all the options, Shrapnel did not expect that. "Oh...Damn, how is it that we're both gay and we're quick to assume-"
"-that it's a girl? Dunno. We lived in a fucked up world, I guess." Shrapnel cackled again. "Well yeah, tonto, we live in Hell. That's the definition of a fucked up world right there." As they both took a sip of their beers, another question entered the imp's head. "Hey wait, I wanted to ask, and whatever you say, I will not react at all. I promise."
The hound stopped herself from laughing and was once again fixated on this game. "Ight. Lemme hear it."
"So, I was just wondering, and you seriously can't blame me for this considering I weighed the other options of-"
"Just say it, man."
"O-Outside of that one night that we all had, did you have...um…have another sexual…experience...with my…"
"Your daughter? Fuck yeah, we tore it up that whole week." Blitzo's gasp in the middle of that sentence turned into a loud hum as if he wanted her to stop talking.
"Mmmmmmooookay. I did not expect that whatsoever. Also, I wouldn't exactly call her my daughter. I just happened to buy the runt of the litter and raised it myself. Okay, know what? Let's get the next card here." The hound rolled her eyes and cracked her neck. "I mean...what did you expect?"
The boss resumed with the next card. "Never have I ever...did doggystyle-OH COME ON." Shrapnel clapped her hands and laughed. "HAHA! Yes, you already know it, suegro!" Blitzo shook his head. "No. No way in hell. Was it with that guy you were talking about?"
"Nope!"
"It was with Loo-"
"Yes, her!"
"B-But how did you-"
"Uh, hello? They sell strap-ons at-"
"Moving on! That's the last sex related card I'm ever doing with you. Never have I ever...cried at the end of a movie. Oh, that's easy. Die Hard. Terrorists should have won. There, I said it."
Shrapnel sighed to herself. "Well me and Loons did watch that one junkie mov-"
"Wait, did you just call her Loons?"
The hound stopped and just decided to ignore the comment. "We watched that junkie movie together one night. Requiem For A Dream? Just made me remember how those bastards in Pentagram abducted my mom and electrocuted her. Shit sucked, y'heard?"
Blitzo paused. "Yeah, but it ain't no Die Hard."
She laughed to herself. "Yeah, shit ain't no Die Hard."
They both took a large swig of the Corona. Both of them made direct eye contact with each other and tried to drink more than the other. The imp, however, was already pretty intoxicated, so he spat out a lot of beer while Shrapnel slowly removed the bottle from her lips.
"Fuck! You are one tough cookie, damnit. No wonder why Loona wanted to date you."
A cloud of darkness came over Shrapnel, as her face turned blank.
"Um...Shraps?"
She shook her head and snapped out of the trance. "Huh!? Oh. Sorry 'bout that, man. It's just that…Did she tell you?" Blitzo sat there without even the slightest clue of what she was even referencing. "Tell me what? You guys are still dating, right?"
Shrapnel scratched the back of her head. "I-It's complicated, suegro. We're not...on the best of terms…" The fact that she implied it was complicated was more than enough for Blitzo to further interrogate her. "It's complicated, huh? What's the problem? She's too much to handle?'
The hostility in his tone did strike Shrapnel internally, but she did her best to keep her cool. "No no, it ain't that. It's just that she overreacted because of something I said to her." The boss crossed his arms whilst belching. "Well, it must have been some really fucked up shit if it meant your guys' relationship was now complicated."
"Man, all I said was that she should go with me to Pentagram City."
He paused. "What!?"
"Yeah, I said that because the city ain't changing hands anytime soon, I asked her if we should go to the PG, but she freaked out."
Blitzo was visibly confused. "But why? If anything, she should be dying to leave this place."
"That's what I thought too! La pinche cabrona piense mal!"
"Well I don't know what a 'peen-chay' is, but I agree with you one hundred percent. Know what? If you want, we can all discuss it as a group, because this is something that I think she should really-"
The door slammed open. Loona was the first to come out of the door. In hasty fashion, she turned to the left and noticed that Shrapnel was sitting there with Blitzo. "AHA! I KNEW IT! I SENSED SOMETHING WAS WRONG WHEN THE CORONA WAS GONE!"
Shrapnel's eyes widened. "W-W-What?"
Loona did not want to hear her act dumb. "Don't you fucking 'what' me, you know that nobody drinks that piss except for you."
Moxxie and Millie soon followed with a few drinks in hand. Moxxie's shirt and jacket were popped open, revealing his chest. Millie's left strap was dropped down, revealing a part of her bra. Clearly, something was brewing in the target practice room.
Shrapnel put her hands up. "Okay, chica. You caught me. I came here to break the bread with you, girl! You don't wanna move out? That's fine. I have to go, though, so you have to understand I can't wait for nobody. ¡Nunca!"
Loona shook her head. She rolled her eyes before taking out a firearm she had in her pocket. "I have a gun here, and I was just trained on how to use it four minuted ago." Shrapnel gasped. "Woah woah woah! What the fuck are you doing!?" Blitzo even intervened in the confrontation. "Loona? P-Put the gun down now, plea—"
She turned to him. "This has nothing to do with you, so get out of my way."
Shrapnel looked at Blitzo and sighed. "It's okay. I'll leave now. I'll just go through the wi—"
Loona shook her head. "No, I'm doing this because I want you to listen to me and I want you to fucking listen to me carefully. I don't ever want you to drop a sick fucking ultimatum like that to me ever again. You think I don't understand what you're trying to do? Either I travel wherever you wanna go or I lose you?"
Shrapnel shrugged. "Well you chose to stick with me, Loons. You know what I do, and where I gotta go to do it. You came to me."
Loona put her gun down and stared at the floor. It took a bit more time to realize just how wrong she was. Despite that, Shrapnel decided to hop out the window and climb her way down. No goodbyes or anything. She just departed without a word. Blitzo walked over and put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry about not knowing, sooner. We had a talk. We can *belch* do this shit like at...on some other day, i-if you want to."
The hound shook her head. "I think I'm just going to snort a few lines and call it a day." She walked out of the briefing room, leaving all three imps in the room.
Moxxie sighed and sat on top of the table, shirtless and a little tipsy. "Hey sir, Loona was a really fast learner out there. She can be really great with a gun." However, he was practically talking to nobody as Blitzo was trying to repel the exhausting effects of the alcohol. "W-What the hell are you two all *belch* dressed for? Is it that time to make another home movie?"
Millie scratched the back of her head. "We erm, got carried away while Loona did her thing, sir. Hehe. Me and Mox didn't do anything serious though...yet." She paused and looked at Moxxie. "Hey, that reminds me. A package came in before you left little ol' me all alone."
His eyes widened. "Oh. Is it…"
She nodded slowly with an eager smile. Moxxie proceeded with a slow nod himself, as if he was trying to say "Okayyyy." Afterwards, he directed the conversation back to his boss. "Weren't you supposed to do something up there, sir? The party is more efficacious than ever, I'd say you should do it now while you can."
Blitzo gulped. "Shit...uh...Look, I'm going to be straight up with you. I can't do this alone. Can you two-"
Moxxie and Millie both replied in perfect sync. "Sure."
That put a smile on the boss' face. He shook himself around and went for the exit, and so did the two other imps. As they entered the loud blaring party outside, Moxxie and Millie also fixed themselves up and straightened out their attires. Blitzo, who had not stepped out of his briefing room since he and the others came up with this party, walked in awe as he looked around him. Bloodied and beaten corpses of other imps, overshadowed by the simultaneous jumping and dancing by those who were fortunate enough to outlive their rather unfortunate counterparts. A table of coke lines in front of the elevator being occupied by none other than Loona, who paid no attention to the imps walking right past her. He looked to his right and saw a couple smile together, dancing the night away. After that affectious sight, the boss stared up into the ceiling and noticed that the floor above was rocking even harder than this one, which was hard to believe especially with the loud blaring music. Out of all the things around him, he was best intrigued by one funny looking imp, who had some sort of skin deformity on his right side that made it discolored from the other side. This was present for most imps, but not in such a large sample size. He sat there, alone and saddened by the lack of attention towards him. It was practically like looking into a mirror for the boss. However, he knew that there was only so much he could do, so he tapped both of his employees' shoulders and signaled them to stop. Moxxie and Millie were both confused, but then he walked over to the reject and spoke to him about something. They had a short conversation with each other that ended with Blitzo handing the lonely imp a key, which appeared to have cheered him up and excited him to the point where he ran off into the staircase in a haste. Blitzo returned and pressed the button to the elevator. A couple of imps departed, leaving the box empty for the three imps and them only.
Moxxie tapped the boss. "What did you give him?"
The boss shrugged. "The key to one of our lockers on the third floor, I think."
Millie joined in. "Ya' think he'll keep those things long into the night?"
"I dunno. All I know is that he's going to enjoy at least fifteen minutes of insanity."
The two nodded as the elevator came to a stop. They reached the ceiling. When the elevator slid open, they were all taken aback by Stolas being right there in front of the entrance. He looked smug as usual, but it was clear that he meant business right now. Blitzo left the elevator along with his employees, and came face to face with the owl. "What the hell took you so long?"
Stolas frowned. Blitzo realized that he couldn't talk down to him in public. They weren't exactly at his castle, so he just peeked his head in and kept his mouth shut.
"It's good to see you too, Blitzy. Enough talk, I'm parched. I only had a couple of glasses to drink back at home. Got anything good?"
Blitzo shook his head. "Just the cheapest booze money can buy."
Stolas put his wing to his face. "So let me get this straight, you willingly threw your money on everything except the one thing that matters most."
"Yep."
The owl scoffed and walked away. Moxxie looked to his boss. "Wow. Are you two like this everyday?"
Blitzo responded. "He's getting much more tired of me the longer we live together. Thank Satan."
After that awkward exchange, the three walked through the large crowd of crazy partygoers. They noticed that every once in a while, some random imp would jump off the edge of the building thinking he or she could fly. It was comical at first, but it was starting to get more depressing as they realized there could be a large pile of bodies stacked upon each other just right in front of the property.
Blitzo made his way to the center and instructed the DJ to stop the music. Once it died, everybody looked around confused. That's when a spotlight installed at an elevation shined on the boss. He grabbed a mic from the DJ set and did a sound check.
"Testing, testing, one two three. Yep, we're good."
All the imps stood there idly.
"Alright, some of you people are havi-having a lot of fun. That's cool. That's...really good. I uh...just wanted to get something off my chest before this whole building will probably be gone. That'll either be for a very good reason, or a very BAD one, heh."
The crowd began murmuring as Moxxie put his fist below his mouth. He was genuinely focused on what his boss had to say.
"You see, I don't know if you guys are familiar with us. We're the Immediate Murder Profes-"
A loud drunk voice rose from the crowd. "How could we!? They only play your fucking commercial a trillion times a day!" The crowd bursted into laughter. This was the part where Blitzo would usually go off the rails, threaten everybody in the crowd and march off to his office where he would lock himself up for the rest of the night. Instead, he laughed off the comment and put the mic back to his lips.
"Fair enough. Seriously, though. As some of you may have heard, we did some pretty crazy things involving a hot shot who some of you may consider an…'overlord'."
Somewhere out there, Stolas spat out the $3 worth of beer he was forced to drink at the party.
The voice came back from the crowd. "You guys were the ones who wrecked that castle!"
"Yep. Honestly, I can't say that any of us regret it. Oh, let me introduce you all to the team. We have Moxxie here. Weapons expert. A smart cookie. He's no-nonsense and he speaks all the nonsense, so let's give it up for him."
The crowd applauded at a fair volume. Moxxie cracked a smile.
"And over here we got our maniac. She's the powerhouse of the team, and she is a real keeper. Just ask this guy right here. You guys may have known her from her days as-"
"HOLY SHIT EVERYONE IT'S MILLIE!"
The whole crowd cheered. For a split second, Moxxie felt a little bothered that he did not get as big of a response as his wife, but after his moment of jealousy, he turned to her and shared a smile.
Blitzo laughed. "Yeahhh, looks like we know at least one person here. Okay, let's get straight to the point. You all may have heard something about an imp out there. An imp that was crazy enough to murder two larger demons in cold blood. I just uh...wanted to put the whole underworld's questions to rest right this second."
He dug into his pockets and pulled out two gold chains. These gold chains were synonymous with the Hue Bros, and all of Hell knew it as a result of their latest media appearances. The whole crowd gasped.
Blitzo chuckled nervously. "Heh, crazy, right?"
The crowd just remained there in horror.
The boss scanned the entire floor, waiting for a cheer, a response from that wise ass in the crowd, just something to transition the speech.
He turned to Moxxie and Millie, but they stood there in shock, not realizing Blitzo would announce that out of all things. Moxxie was visibly pissed off, while Millie was just wide-eyed.
Blitzo coughed to himself and looked around one more time. Still nothing.
