"Wait!" The small blue demon begged. "I- I can pay you! I'll give you twice as much as Stolas is giving you- Just please! Don't do this!"

The short hooded figure looked down at him. Their entire body was hidden under a hooded robe. The were well hidden behind out in a back alley in Imp City where one one of importance would see or hear them. Not that anyone really cared. This was hell, shit like this would happen all the time. Most people would turn a blind eye if they knew what was good for them.

"I can bring you back in one piece, or several." They spoke. Their voice was being obscured by a voice modulator. "It's up to you."

"Please! If you take me back to him, he'll have me tortured! For centuries!"

"Then you should have thought about that before you stole from him, you little shit." The figure moved closer, "Now… Make your choice." They reached out their arm and a thin scythe appeared in their hand.

"Y-you're the Reaper!"

"Figured that out on your own, did you?"

The small demon froze for a second. Seemingly trying to weigh their options. Then they suddenly thought that running was a good idea and split, dashing around the corner.

"Pieces then." The hooded figure smirked and they quickly darted after him.

The blue demon was desperately trying to put some distance between himself and the bounty hunter. He knocked over a few bits of trash, made a sharp turn down a street, and finally when he no longer saw them behind him anymore, ran into a small bar. He quickly found the bathroom in the back and beelined to it. From there he decided to hide in the middle stall and wait. He planned to stay there for a while.

No one knew the the Reaper's real face or name, only that they made a name for themselves as one of the best trackers in Hell and that they haven't failed a job yet. Well, as far as anyone still in hell knew at least.

About 10 minutes went by and it was still quiet in the bathroom. No one came in or out which he was starting to think was a tad odd considering how lively it was in the bar, but he didn't dwell on it.

Then suddenly someone finally walked in. He thought it was just a normal person at first, but then he realized that the bar itself had gone silent now. There hadn't been any more noises carrying over when the door opened.

Which was his first red flag.

He stood on top of the toilet, shaking now. A part of him was scared the hunter was going to hear him, but soon realized that it didn't matter now.

The stall door was kicked open.

"Found ya, bitch."

"No…." The devil stared at the cloaked figure in fear. "Please…"

"You made your choice." The figure raised their scythe and brought it down on the blue demon, slicing him in half.

It had been the night of the full moon when Prince Stolas was simply lying in bed next to his lover, Blitzo. He had to admit, he was quite enamored by the imp. The little thing had the biggest **** that he ever had the pleasure of *******. How he just loved having him **** **** ***** **** him with his slimy **** and **** **** ***** **** while he was bending over and ******* him and screaming ***** like a *****. Stolas has had few lovers as intuitive and adventurous as the small demon. He couldn't really even think of one that compared. His own wife wasn't even in the running.

The tall owl demon couldn't help but smile as he thought about all their nights together. He knew he wasn't going to let his little relationship with Blitzy go anytime soon. It was going to be a long while before he could ever imagine tiring of him.

Just as Stolas was about to let himself fall to sleep, he heard his phone start to vibrate on his nightstand. He turned over and saw that the head of his security was the one calling him. This more than annoyed the goetial demon, but he just lowly groaned and answered it.

"I thought I told you I wasn't to be disturbed, Elhart." Stolas spoke quietly, trying his best to not wake his lover. The agitation was obvious in his voice.

"I'm sorry, your highness, but it couldn't wait." The guard replied stoically, "The Reaper just arrived. They had Alejandro with them."

"Really? This soon?" The Owl was a bit impressed, but he supposed he should have expected nothing less from one of Blitzo's contacts. His men had been hunting the damn blue demon for the past few weeks and this bounty hunter had found him in a matter of just a few days. "Well then. Pay them what they're due and add in a few extra grand for delivering him so fast. Tell the Reaper I appreciate his service." He wasn't actually sure what gender the bounty hunter was, but he just assumed it was a man. "Then put the little thief in the dungeon. I'll have words with him tomorrow."

"As you wish, my lord."

With that little bit of business concluded, Stolas hung up his phone and turned his gaze back to Blitzo.

Oh, the wonderfully sinful things he would do to him in the morning.

Several hours passed that night before daylight arrived, by then the Reaper finally returned home. It had been a long night and they were looking forward to getting some rest. Just as the Reaper flung off their black cloak, their cell phone rang. The bounty hunter quickly took off the black mask which revealed her feminine looking face. She saw it was a close friend of hers and didn't want to use her voice modifier. The last time she did that, it freaked him out.

"Hello?"

"Hi Claire-Bear! You got a minute?" It was Blitzo. Blitzo was one of the first people she made friends with when she arrived in hell. Originally she hired him to take care of her unfinished business, but then he hired her as his bookkeeper for this company I.M.P. Though he quickly realized her skills were better suited for the field. Eventually she just decided to go and work on her own outside the company, but they stayed in contact though. He even passed on a few jobs to her now and then and vice versa. Good friends were hard to come by in Hell, so she did her best to stick around when she could. "I got another job I wanna run past ya."

"Um, Sure I guess. What's about? This got something to do with the target I brought in?"

"No, Stolas is having him tortured as we speak and he's singing like a canary." Blitzo Laughed, "The pervert wanted me to let you know he was very pleased with your work last night last night. Impressed even."

"Really? Well that's good to know I guess." Claire plopped down on her coach.

"Yeah well, anyway- This other job is in Pentagram City. You know that Moth fucker Valantino?"

"Yeah?" she raised a brow. He was one of the most influential overlords of the pride ring. He practically ran the porn industry in hell. "What about him?"

"It seems one of his sluts ran off on him. So He needs someone to hunt him down."

"Did you just say "Him"?" This was interesting.

"Yeah. A spider demon named Angel Dust. Apparently he's one of his best earners."

She knew exactly who he was talking about. Not that she knew him personally, but she'd seen a few of his films, "You don't say?"

"You interested?"

"That depends." She looked over her sharp manicured nails, "What's that pimp paying?"

"50,000 souls." More than enough.

"Sounds like a deal." She smiled. "I'll get on it tomorrow."

"Excellent! Great!" He beamed, "I knew I could count on you. I'll let him know. By the way, The gang and I are going to Loo Loo Land today. Stolas payed us to be his bodyguards for the day. You wanna come along? Like old times? You know Loony misses you~"

"Sorry, Blitzo, I'm gonna have to pass. I've had a really long night."

She heard a deep exaggerated sigh on the other end, "Fine, I guess. Get some sleep then. Go be fucking boring in that cheap run down apartment of yours." He didn't even try to hide his disappointment. "It's not like we haven't seen each other face to face since Satan knows when!"

"We hung out like last week. Remember? When you introduced me to Stolas."

"SEE!? Fucking ages ago!"

"Next time, friend."

"You fucking better, Peaches!" That was a nickname he made up for her when they first met, referring to her skin color, but he claimed it was more about her ass. "I'll let it slide this time, but I'm not gonna let you skip out on me again. You hear me? We miss you too much! You're family, you know that?"

"I miss you too, Blitzo. Have fun with the team. Tell everyone hi for me." She chuckled.

"Will do. Bye, sweet cheeks."

Claire sighed as she stuck her phone back in her pocket and headed to her bathroom. She wanted to get a good look at herself in the mirror to inspect herself for any injuries she might have missed from her escapade. Luckily, there wasn't anything noticeable. So she just decided to take a quick shower to get ready for bed.

Claire was a harpy-like demon. She wasn't very tall, only about 5'2" in height and very petite. For the most part, from the waist up she appeared human, save for her sharp white teeth, gray and red eyes, and short charcoal colored horns. Her skin was a dark medium peach color and her hair was a deep brown that faded into blonde at the end. She did have a pair of raven-like wings on her back that had two claws on their joints, plus a long matching feathered tail with red tips on the end. Then finally her legs were almost exactly like Stolas's, only not as long. Her calves bent back and ended in 3 toed bird claws.

Many demons would call her a beauty and they would be right. Claire was a bit prideful of her looks and frequented the salon regularly to maintain them. Once she was done with that, she'd usually blow the rest of her check on shoes and weapons, of which she had several.

Once Claire put on her night dress, she finally jumped onto her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. She had a long week ahead of her and she was going to have to be well rested for her coming encounter with the demon overlord.

A/N Hi there! This fic was sort of a whim for me to write, but I hope people like it anyway. I plan to write more of it soon. Please comment and let me know what you thing. How holidays everyone!