AN: I'm back for the first of the two chapter updates for Imp on Fire. I don't have much else to add so please enjoy.

Note: If I got any of the Russian translations wrong please forgive me

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel

A week had passed, and there were two more assassinations of Hell's hierarchy: Great Marquis Shax, one of Hell's most outstanding negotiators and diplomats when dealing with Heaven, and Overlord Brurgal, whose half Sinner/Hellborn son was one of the success stories of the Hazbin Hotel to get into Heaven. Both donated to Hazbin Hotel and were public promoters of it. Now they were just the latest victims to be silenced. That left four influential members of Hell's society dead, causing every noble in the rings to double their security. Sadly, this did take a hit for the Hazbin Hotel and its efforts to redeem the damned. Some were starting to leave its services in fear for their lives while more the one supporter quietly started to distance themselves.

However, Octavia was not the kind of demon to fear assassins. Especially the ones that killed her father. It was why she was doing this public press service in front of the palace while dressed in her father's well known cloaked garb, but tailored to fit her size and shape. A way to both honor her father and a means to show everyone she would continue to follow in his footsteps. Question after question she was given, but she managed to keep herself calm and collected while answering them. Some were geared towards her coming to terms with her father's death, and others were about Hazbin Hotel and what she and Charlie were doing to keep it safer. Her mother was by her side as a means of support, but Octavia knew that smile was fake.

"Princess Octavia!" A reporter from News 666 called out before being nodded to address Octavia. "Ever since your father's assassination, the entire Royal Guard has been trying to solve not only his death but the deaths of CEO Dastramos, Great Marquis Shax, and Overlord Brurgal. However, there has been no breakthrough in this case. Do you feel the Royal Guard is failing in its duties to get justice for the deceased's families? Including yours?"

"I am sure that our great Royal Guard is doing everything in their power to find these criminals and bring them to justice," Octavia repeated, but it was sadly a lie. Blitzo and his team found more about what was going on the past few days than the Guard did. Even though they did give the information to them, the Guard still didn't have enough to make any serious headway. "I also have faith that our fellow citizens will help in any matter possible."

A few more hands and shouts were let out from the crowd of reporters until Octavia picked an imp from upfront. "I'm David Hornberg of the Imp City Times. Since coming into your father's position, some worry that you are still not mature or experienced enough to take his place. Do you have any statements on that?"

"While I do wish I had more time, I am certain that not only will I continue the legacy my father left behind, but I will ensure that it is never forgotten. My father spent his life improving his citizens' wellbeing and extended that to Hell's entire populace with the Hazbin Hotel system. This is why, despite what has happened, I am still supporting it but with an extra ten percent in funding while also contracting my father's numerous spell ward experts to help with protections on the hotels. Experts willing to work free of charge in honor of my father's memory. One more question, and we're calling it a day."

"There are rumors that you and Prince Vassago's son, Prince Valen, are dating each other. Is this true?" one cried out.

Octavia did everything in her power to prevent her hand from meeting her face. "No, I am not dating Prince Valen, nor am I dating anyone in general. I am currently focusing on adjusting to my new position while still grieving for my father. This press event is over, thank you."

She quickly made her way off the platform while the guards kept the press back as they flashed pictures. They were still asking questions, but Octavia had tuned them out to keep her focus on getting back to the mansion with her mother behind her as well as half a dozen guards. Along the way, her phone rang, and she pulled it out to see a message from Loona:

Loona: "You kicked ass on TV. We got the money, btw. Gonna go on our other lead in a few hours. Keep you posted."

Putting her phone away, Octavia hoped I.M.P would get a better lead this time to the ones behind her father's death. It wasn't a surprise to know that the reason for all this was the Hazbin Hotel system and those who didn't support it for fanatical reasons, but it was a surprise to learn that it was a big group doing this with wealthy backers.

Once they were inside, Octavia turned to her mother and stomped on the floor. "Valen? Really? You do know he's, like, six hundred years old than me, right?"

"Age means nothing to us, Octavia," Stella said, rolling her eyes. She walked over to a nearby mini-bar and started making herself a shot of Johnnie Walker Red on the rocks. "Your father was four hundred years older than me. What's the big deal?"

"Because I've never even met the man or even considered dating yet!" Octavia shouted as she rubbed her forehead. "Will you stop trying to get me to get hooked up with every noble's son out there?! I'm not interested in dating, and I've got more important things to do than suck some guy's cock."

Taking a deep sip of her drink, Stella pointed to her daughter. "Octavia. You are the head of the family now. This means it's time to start thinking of finding a good husband so you can get an heir to continue our bloodline."

"You were married to Dad for hundreds of years, and you never had any other children besides me, and I'm only twenty years old," Octavia pointed out as she made for the mini-bar herself. Talking to her mother these days always made her need a freaking drink. "So I fail to see what the big rush is."

"The only reason I had you so late in our marriage is that your father rarely tried to bed me," Stella grumbled, looking into her drink. "I practically had to drag him to put it inside of me every few decades just so we can try and have a child. If I had my way, you would have been born mere months after our marriage was official. The point is, you have a duty, and you need to fulfill it."

Taking her screwdriver cocktail, Octavia sired it a bit before taking a big gulp. "Right now, my duty is to see that Dad is avenged and that I continue his work. I'm not going to be like you two and marry some random person I don't know because 'tradition' dictates it. After all, it wasn't like that helped the two of you with your marriage."

Stella's hand trembled a bit, which caused her to crack the glass she was holding. "Fine, but at least stop supporting this Hazbin Hotel bullshit."

Raising an eyebrow, Octavia asked, "I didn't think you cared?"

"I don't," Stella said, finishing her drink before tossing her glass over her shoulder. It hit one of the imp servants in the face. "But the fact that you're taking part in the very same activity that got your father killed is what worries me. These terrorists went after your father, and now he's dead. I don't want them coming after you either!"

Octavia sighed and looked at her glass. Truth be told, she was worried about that as well. "I know, but I'm not going to let those bastards win. Dad-"

"Octavia," Stella said, walking over and placing her claws on her shoulders. The two looked at each other as Stella's eyes softened, and she pressed her forehead against her daughter. "Your father is gone. Doing this isn't going to bring him back, and I think he would want you to stay safe rather than go on this crusade to avenge him. Just stop all this and let the Guard handle this. Stop this for both our sakes."

"Mom..." Octavia whispered before closing her eyes. A tear dripped down her cheek before she finished the rest of her drink. "I can't, Mom. I just can't."

Sighing, Stella shook her head and began to walk away. "You really are your father's daughter. Stubborn to the bone."

While she wasn't sure if that was an insult or not, Octavia saw it as a symbol of pride regardless.

With the transporter angle only going so far, Blitzo realized that they needed to try and go by the gun angle based on Loona's photos of the sniper rifle. There was only one person in all of Hell that Blitzo could go to to get the person's identity or group it was sold too. Mainly because it was designed to fire angel powered bullets. The angelic metal of Heaven was near impossible to melt down into bullets and reuse for hell-designed guns. The two different energies that they gave were like oil and water to each other. However, some managed to find a way to get around it, and they became some of the most sought after weapon dealers in the nine rings.

One of them Blitzo knew well enough to have done business with her: Sorokina Katya Valerianovna. Formerly the daughter of a Russian arms dealer back on Earth, Katya took over her father's business upon his death via a heart attack and turned it into an empire. With ruthless practices against the compilation, critical thinking to get around the authorities, and keeping her associates loyal with a genuine reward for good service, Katya was known as the Machiavelli Merchant of Death. Her connections to the best guns were known worldwide to the point that high-profile terrorist organizations had used her services. Unlike most criminal sinners who ended up getting ruined by their work, ended up killed by law enforcement, or betrayed by someone from their organization, Katya simply died in a car crash by a drunk driver. An embarrassing way to go for such a powerful criminal, but nonetheless, she was still seen as a legend among the human underworld even after she bit the dust.

Upon arriving in Hell, Katya didn't waste a second regaining her old power. Many of her old colleagues and loyal men were already there waiting for her, and she soon started repeating the same tactics she used on Earth here in Hell. Many thought she would try to become an Overlord, but she had no interest in politics. She was a businesswoman. One who dealt in death, but that was all she wanted and needed. In some ways, she was smarter than most people who arrived in Hell thinking they could become the next big honcho only to end up selling their soul like a bitch for the next five hundred years.

"You think Sorokina will help us?" Loona asked, sitting in the passenger seat of the I.M.P. van.

"One way or another, she will," Blitzo said as he kept his eye on the street. He turned this gaze to the big bags of cash that they had. "We got enough there to pay for an entire army."

"I don't think money is going to be enough for what you're going to ask, Blitz," Loona stated. She crossed her arms. "Sorokina doesn't give up her clients' names easily."

"She and I have an understanding," Blitzo said. "We've known each other for years."

"Yeah, how do you know her again?" Loona asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Starting I.M.P. wasn't something that was going to happen overnight. I needed to get a good amount of starting funds for the company," Blitzo explained as he turned right off the highway into the shadier parts of Pentagram City. "I needed to do a big job. One that was going to take everything I had. Katya put out an open hit to kill a few of her old Lieutenants that decided to take her blueprints on human-designed guns and go into the black market with them. I accepted the hit."

Pausing at a red light, Blitzo took out a cigarette and lit it up. "I had to kill not only her Lieutenants but anyone who worked for them and anyone who bought the blueprints."

"Shit," Loona said with an impressed whistle. "How many demons did you kill?"

"Enough bodies that could feel half a graveyard," Blitzo said, smirking. "Katya paid me, and we had a few...drinks before things got a bit spicy. Since then, we've been in contact with each other for our services, especially when we need good guns for our targets. She's even offered me to work for her a few times, but permanently."

"And you didn't take it?" Loona asked.

Once the light turned green as Blitzo drove straight. "I wanted to be my own boss. Besides, I'm not a big fan of vodka, and them Ruskies drink it like water."

They arrived at what looked to be a car repair shop where many sinners were repairing cars of lazing around. Parking across from it, Blitzo nodded to Loona to get out while he grabbed one of the bags of cash. Walking across the street, one of the mechanics, a beefy looking devil in blue overalls, put out his cigarette before smiling at the two. "Hello. Welcome to Ivan's Repair Shop," He greeted with a thick accent before pointing to the van. "She look like she could use tune-up, yes? We got special discount. Especially for pretty wolf here."

Loona rolled her eyes at the flirting demon before Blitzo walked over and cleared his throat. "Я здесь, чтобы увидеть Макиавелли."

The mechanic's eyes narrowed for a second before he turned to one of his workers. "Он настоящий клиент. Предупреди босса."

The worker nodded and started typing into his phone while the mechanic motioned for the two to follow him. They walked inside and went past the cars being worked on before entering a small office space. The mechanic closed the door behind them before heading over to a framed photo of a sailboat. He pushed it aside, revealing a big red button, and pressed it, which caused a large portion of the wall to open up, revealing a shiny steel elevator. He motioned his hand towards it. "Through here."

"Thanks," Blitzo said as he reached into the bag of cash, pulled out a thousand dollar bill, and handed it over to the grinning mechanic. "Don't spend it in one go."

The imp and hellhound got in before pressing the down button as the door closed behind them. The elevator started going down, and the two were forced to wait until it finally slowed down. When the doors opened, the two found themselves in a low-lit steel room with a female fox demon behind a secretary's desk, which was protected by bulletproof glass. She noticed the two walking over to her before speaking into the intercom. "Please dispose of all weapons currently in your possession. They will be returned to you after your business is concluded. This is not negotiable."

A large shute opened up under the glass like one of those disposal sliders old video rental stores used to return movies. Blitzo removed his three pistols and slid them inside along with the ammo clips, while Loona just pulled a pair of brass knuckles with spikes.

"One moment," the fox secretary said before a large green scanner washed over both demons. A second later, there was a single beep from it before it turned off. "You're clear to go in."

Another metal door opened, and the two walked in only to cover their eyes for a second because of how bright it was. The entire establishment looked like something you would see at one of those Apple Stores on earth, only instead of electronics, there were hundreds of guns on display. Various demons in blue or black suits and dresses were polishing, modifying, or showing off their armaments to the few customers inside. From sinner demons to Goetia demons, all walks of life were here to check out the latest and best guns possible for their jobs as assassins, hitmen, mercenaries, or bounty hunters. Each one carefully crafted and displayed as if they were a diamond in a jewelry store.

A six tailed orange fox with blue flames at the tip of each tail walked over towards Blitzo and his daughter while wearing a black dress with a pair of diamond earrings on her ears. The dress was cut to not only show off her smooth furry legs but the big sized tits that were looking ready to burst out and show the world their beauty. "Saya. Good to see you again."

"Blitz, welcome back," Saya greeted with a smile before turning to Loona. "Loona, you've grown since I last saw you. Still living with Blitz?"

"Hard not to in this economy," Loona answered with a shrug.

"I'm sure it will turn around any day now," Saya said before clapping her paws. "Now, we have a few Belgium designed model pistols fresh on the market and a new Hellmaster collection for assault rifles and semi-automatics since you last visited. Unless you're looking for your usual selection?"

"We're here for a few reasons, but mainly to talk to Katya," Blitz said.

Saya gave a sad smile. "I'm afraid that Ms. Sorokina is busy with a client at this time. May I ask what the nature of this business is?"

Blitz slowly leaned forward until he was right at the kitsune's ear. "Angelic."

"...follow me, please."

The back rooms were where the real magic was for this establishment. Instead of the white and blue like rooms Blitzo and Loona were in previously, the back ones were black and red with an entire street sized factory working underground. Hundreds of machines worked day and night with workers around the clock, designing and constructing thousands of guns and ammunition by the hour. Hell always needed weapons, so production never ceased as workers came in and out on their shifts to earn their paychecks. One could see everything from pistols to sub-machine guns and full-on rocket launchers. However, the back rooms' primary goal was to create customized weapons that were some of the rarest and most dangerous of gear you could find in the nine circles. Including guns that could fire angelic rounds.

While Blitzo knew that he and Loona would never see the process (or live long enough to glance at it should they try), a part of him couldn't help but wonder how it was that Katya managed to find the secret only a few in all of Hell knew. Saya continued to lead the group past the multiple machines and workers until they made it to a fancy looking office that was at least three times the size of Blitz's back at their company. Inside were four-horned demons with AK-47's but their muzzles had the shape of a dragon, and arching wings were seen over the top of the gun. The room's middle had a green frog looking demon in a white suit and blue tie that held a white fedora nervously upon being glared at the devil across from him.

She was dressed in a blue coat with an albino snake slithering around her neck like a scarf. Her hair was white as snow with red demonic horns pointing downward from the sides of her skull. Her black, red pupil eyes stared at the squirming demon before her like a piece of meat to be devoured while stroking her pet's head.

"Miss Sorokina," The frog demon gulped as he continued to sweat like a pig. "It's not that I don't doubt the quality of your work. But I still think three million is a bit much."

"Arming your entire gang with Anti-Eldritch round-based weapons means that you plan to go to war with Mr. Yivoga in the Ring of Envy for control over the city of Zelos. Wars are costly, Mr. Greruor, and I doubt you will be here for just this one purchase. Especially since you are asking for six hundred pistols, five hundred rifles, two hundred shotguns, and enough explosives to blow up the Kazan Cathedral," Katya stated. She placed her pale white ghostly hand on the chin of the frog demon before lifting it up. "If I am to be your benefactor in this little war, I need to make sure you will pay my company and me well. Our guns are top notch and have made demons become kings of their cities. As well as dethrone him."

"Still, three million..."

Sighing, Katya shook her head before nodding to one of the guards who soon left. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order. Just so you can see how beneficial your perchance will be."

A few minutes later, a reptilian looking demon, wrapped in chains, was sobbing as he was pushed inside. The scaled creature had his nose broken, broken glass dug into his arms and feet, and both eyes looked so beaten up they looked ready to pop out. Pulling a silver pistol with a glowing green diamond in the middle of the grip, Katya showed it to Mr. Greruor. "This is the Cataclysm MK2 Pistol personally designed by me. It has firm grim, easy to aim sights, and the barrel is slightly longer for an increased range. However, it's big feature is that any ammo put into it gets turned into what we like to call Acid-X Rounds." She then turned to the sobbing reptile demon while the white snake on her shoulders hissed. "Billy here thought it would be fun to try and steal one of these and sell them to a competitor of mine for extra money. I can understand why. His wife has a baby coming, and they needed the extra cash."

Smirking, she aimed the pistol at Billy, who closed his eyes. "But next time, he really should just work overtime."

Upon firing a single rough, the bullet caused an explosion in Billy's chest, which slowly spread acid around his wound. Billy didn't even have a chance to scream as his entire scaled flesh was soon melting before the eyes of everyone in the room. His organs became visible for a few seconds before the acid started spreading to them and turned them into goop. Moments later, Billy fell to the floor, dead, as his body continued to melt without stopping.

"Have I made my demonstration clear, Mr. Greruor?" Katya asked, turning to the frog demon, who was now nearly pure white instead of his previous green color. "I can always do another?"

"N-No, I think you've shown just how...profitable it is doing business with you," Mr. Greruro stated as he put his hat back on his head. "I'll be sure to send the check tomorrow. For now, I think I...need a drink."

"Oh, you can always stay and have a drink with us," Katya said as she walked over to a nearby liquor cabinet to the side. "Think of it as a way to get to know each other."

"N-No, thanks! I'll...I'll just be going. Farewell," He said before walking past Blitzo and Loona with such haste the frog looked like he was leaping to get out of there.

Chuckling, Katya poured herself a drink before turning to Blitzo. "I hope you at least will have a drink with me, Blitz."

"So long as it's not volka? Sure," Blitz said with a smirk.

"Fuck that, I'll take some of that hard shit," Loona proclaimed as she was soon handed a glass of her own while Blitz got a scotch. Swallowing it down in one gulp, Loona shook her head and sighed in satisfaction. "Man, that hits the spot."

"I'm always amazed by how easily drinking comes to you, Loona," Katya said before raising her glass to the two. "It's good to see you both again. It's been...seven months, I believe, since your last visit?"

"Yeah, when we needed those military-grade silencer weapons for that job at killing an entire drug cartel boss and his sons in Mexico," Blitz said, nodding. "That was a challenge, but your guns really did their job back then."

"Glad to see it all worked out so well. Regardless, you should visit more often. Azzy here misses you so," Katya said while stroking her smiling snake. "So, what brings you here today?"

After taking a sip of his drink, Blitzo turned serious and said, "Two things. The first of which is this." He nodded to Loona, who soon took out her phone and showed the picture of the rifle the sniper used to kill Stolas. "Recognize it?"

Taking the phone, Katya carefully looked at it before sipping her vodka again. "Of course I do," she answered, giving it back to Loona. "It's one of ours. Customized job. Why, do you want one?"

"No," Blitzo said as he stepped forward. "I need the name of the person or group who ordered it made."

This made Katya's smile disappear as she glared at Blitzo with a venomous glare that outdid her snake pet. "Blitz. My client's confidentiality is key to my business. I do not give information to anyone. You and I might be good associates, but I do not like you that much."

"...This is the gun that killed Prince Stolas," Blitz said, which made Katya's eyes widened. "I know it. Loona knows it. Millie and Moxxie know it. So does Princess Octavia. Now I suspected you might have had a hand in making this or at least known about it before I came here. This is why I told Moxxie and Millie that, should they not get a call from me in less than an hour from now, to call the Princess and tell them that this is where you do your base of operations. And let me tell you something, she has her mother's temper. Combined with her love of her father, who she swore to avenge, how long do you think you can last when she unleashes all thirty Legions she owns now upon you?"

In an instant, four AK-47's were aiming at Blitzo's face, but he ignored them. "You could fight or go underground, but can you survive against a princess who has access to Hell Legions? Not to mention that dozens of other weapon dealers and Overlords would take advantage of this to tear everything you've built piece by piece until you are left with nothing. Also, Stolas was good friends with Princess Charlie. Her father might not take kindly to knowing that you had a part to play in assassinating not only one of his best men in court but might also have played a role in the possible death of his daughter should the maniacs behind these guys succeed? I mean, the assassins will do anything to tear down Hazbin Hotel, even kill Charlie, and if something happens to her? I can guarantee you that anyone associated with it, however small, is going to wish St. Michael himself was killing them instead of Lucifer." He then got into her face and smirked. "Unless you give a name. Then I can put in a good word for you, and all of that goes away."

"...Оставьте нас," Katya said to her guards who soon left one by one. Blitzo motioned for Loona to do the same, and she grumbled before leaving the two alone. Sipping her drink, Katya shook her head and let her snake slither off her and onto a nearby desk. "So the rumors of you being his lover were true."

"Disappointed?" Blitzo asked.

"Hmm, kinda," Katya said, grinning. "You got quite the Член, my friend."

Blitzo shrugged before walking towards the wall and leaning against it. "He was more than just a bed partner, Katya. I..." He closed his eyes. "I loved him."

"Really?" Katya said with surprise before raising her glass. "My condolences, but what you are asking for me, is very tough. I've lived my life and afterlife by sticking to my principles. One of which is that I don't give out client information. I do this one time, and a domino effect starts that could see me ruin my reputation."

"Then I'll pay you," Blitzo said. "I got the money."

"Money is not the issue here."

"Then I'll do you a solid—a favor. Anyone you want to be killed in Hell or Earth, I can do it," Blitzo said, getting off and walking towards the stern-looking demoness. "Because nothing is going to stop me from finding the people responsible for Stolas's death and making them pay. It doesn't matter who, or where, or what I have to do to get it. I'm an imp on fire right now, Katya, and I don't want to burn you, but I will if I have to."

"Was he really that important to you?" Katya asked, raising an eyebrow.

Closing his eyes, Blitzo lowers his head while gripping his fists. "I saw him...get shot right in front of me. I can still see it as clear as day. One moment he's smiling, and then the next...I see his blood burst out of his chest. The glass shatters, and his face becomes one of agony. I held him as he bled on the floor. My hands were covered with his blood." A few tears dripped down Blitzo's cheek as he slowly raised his hand. "Those final moments are the last we had of each other. I never told him...how much he really was to me...how I wanted us to be so much more...but I was such a fucking coward that I just kept pushing it off." He then opened his eyes and stared at Katya. "Now I'll never have that chance. I'll always have that part of me living in agony over what I lost. Stolas wasn't the only one who died that day, Katya. A part of me died with him."

"Killing his assassins will not bring him back," Katya whispered.

"I know that, but until I manage to do this, I'll never be able to move on," Blitzo stated as he shook his head. "I honestly cannot stop until I've made sure everyone, and I mean everyone, pays for his death. Even if it means I have to kill all of Hell to do it."

Katya continued to stare into Blitzo's eyes before she sighed and walked over to the desk. She pulled out a filing cabinet, searched for a bit, and pulled out a sheet of paper. Stepping back, she held it in front of Blitzo. "I can't give you the client who ordered it, but I can give you the location where it was dropped off. I think that's where you will find your assassins taking shelter." Blitzo was about to reach for it, but Katya stopped him. "However, if I do this, I want one thing in return."

"Name it."

"...there is a woman on Earth. Her name is Kovrova Dmitrievna," Katya said before whispering softly. "She's my daughter."

"You have a daughter?" Blitzo asked, surprised by this information.

"Back when I was alive, I had intercourse with more than one man," Katya snorted while shaking her head. "One of them got me pregnant. I knew I couldn't raise a child, so I made sure she was adopted into a good home. I kept tabs on her just to make sure she was doing well, but ever since I died and arrived here, I've been wondering just what she's been doing with her life." She paused a bit to think before shaking her head. "I don't want her to know about me or what I was before I died. I just want you to check up on her for me with your means of getting into the human world. Do this for me every so often, and we'll be even, understood?"

"Sure, I can do that," Blitzo said as the paper was soon given to him. "Now, onto my second order of business. I need guns. The best."

"Got an idea what you want?" Katya asked before she was given a slip of paper. Opening it, Katya read what was written before her eyes widened. She looked at Blitzo and then at the paper again. "Иисус Христос, Blitz. Are you going to war?"

"No, I'm going on a massacre," Blitzo replied in a dark tone that made even the snake shiver.

"I noticed you didn't put any ammo requests."

"That's because I only need one type," Blitzo said, narrowing his eyes. "Angelic. I want these assholes dead for good. And I need this soon."

"That's going to be expensive," Katya pointed out.

Walking over to the bag he brought, Blitzo opened it and dumped the entire bag full of money on the table, making Katya's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "I got more if that's not enough."

Katya just grinned and walked over to a nearby phone before picking it up and dialing a number. "Demetri? Change of production plans. Get the full angelic team ready to work OT tonight. And yes, we are going to order fried chicken for dinner."

Hanging it up, she turned to Blitz and smirked. "You know. It's going to take a while for this order. We could have a few more drinks under the table if you want."

"...Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline," Blitzo said as he started making his way towards the door. "I'll be in the city until the guns are ready. Call me on my cell."

"Blitzo." Pausing upon hearing his full name, the imp turned around where Nyuna gave him a warm smile. "Be careful, okay?"

"As careful as I can be," Blitzo stated before leaving the office.

Nyuna sighed as she turned to her snake. "That Stolas guy was one lucky bastard. And those demons he's going after? They're going to be unlucky."

Russian Translations:

Я здесь, чтобы увидеть Макиавелли. = I'm here to see Machiavelli.

Он настоящий клиент. Предупреди босса. = He's a real client. Warn the boss.

Оставьте нас = Leave us alone

Член = Member/Cock

Да = Yes

Иисус Христос = Jesus Christ