AN: Alright folks, here we are with the first of the two chapters that will introduce the OC's that won the contest. Because of the length of the chapter I'm only introducing two oc's in this one and the other two in the next one. I'll reveal the names of the winners at the end of the chapter.
Enjoy!
Also warning, racist word used by a bad guy in this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel
Stella was familiar with head-pounding headaches. The numerous times she got drunk because of how shitty her life was made it such a familiar feeling that she often called wine her most called upon lover for feeling good. However, this was not the aftermath of a drinking barrage but from feeling like she had just been tossed around in an MMA ring with a Behemoth demon and made to suffer at his hands. However, if that were true, the rest of her body would be crying out in pain instead of feeling like she was on a soft silk cloud with warm furry covers laid upon her body. Opening her eyes, Stella was greeted by a room she had never seen before, but it was clearly highly pristine with a true noble's touch.
The queen-sized bed was pure snow white with seashell designs, along with a set of pearl-colored pillows and a golden bed set that shined like the sun. Said sun was piercing through the ocean blue canopy curtains which Stella quickly moved to get a sight of what was before her. The bedroom was larger than her own back home and filled with so much vanity and dressers she could put twice her wardrobe in them. The walls were light blue with bird designs and diamonds sparkling near the mirrors and vases, adding heavenly decorations that made Stella wonder if she had entered the upper realm for a minute. It was only after seeing the red sky of Hell outside through her windows that she paused that thought and gazed over at the balcony that showed the island she was on.
A sea was before her, along with the island's jungle and hill landscape that spread out far from where she was. From what she could tell, the estate that Stella was in was just about the same size as her palace back home, only it was clearly more manned as there were armed guards with heavy weapons and gear patrolling the borders as well as on top of a grand steel wall that protected them from all directions. Patrol boats could be seen in the distance. Beholders, with their guardians, acted as guard dogs and used their hundred eyes to spot anything. Stella even saw drones flying around armed with mini-missiles and machine guns.
The island felt less like a resort and more like a prison.
Upon hearing the door open, Stella spun around as two Nekomanta maids, twins based on their identical golden hair and young facial expression, walked inside and bowed before her with bright smiles. The one on the left was holding a dress of white and diamonds while the right one stepped forward.
"Good morning, Mistress Stella. Prince Gaap sent us to help prepare you for breakfast."
Gaap.
Oh, that's right. He kidnapped me, Stella thought grimly while shutting her eyes with fury.
"...And if I do not wish to have breakfast with him?" Stella asked bitterly.
"He assures us that he understands, but he hopes to explain everything to you," The Nekomanta maid said with a warm smile. "You are not a prisoner here. You are a guest."
More like I'm his plaything, Stella thought, but she kept her mouth shut. She had to focus. She had to play his game for now before she made a move.
"...very well," Stella whispered as she took a deep breath. "Let's get this over with."
It surprised her that the maids knew her favorite hairstyle and makeup. She didn't even need to say anything, they just did it as if they had practiced it a hundred times which made Stella wonder if Gaap did make them practice in case they ever got the real thing. The dress that they had offered her perfectly matched her measurements. It was disturbing just how much Gaap knew about her despite having not seen each other for hundreds of years. Some of it Stella could chalk up to their old friendship, but other things, like how she favored a dark blue lipstick that had been only on sale for the past few months, had almost caused her to freak out. The dress itself was lovely. She would give that much to him. It was a long white skirted dress with no sleeves to feel the cool sea breeze from the windows. The shoulders and chest were laced with pearls and diamonds so pure and shiny that they glittered when light reflected off her body. Stella was disturbed again when given black laced panties, a bra, and leggings to go with her new black shoes. Mainly because the stitching was fresh and perfectly fit her like all the rest.
That led to questions that Stella didn't want to go further than needed.
The twin maids accompanied her down the halls, and Stella suspected they weren't just there to serve her. When she asked about her belongings, they told her at the same time that they had been destroyed and thrown away for safety reasons. Even Stella's old clothes were destroyed in fear of their being tracking bugs on her.
Again, Stella didn't want to think further about how they stripped her naked and put her in a bed robe before tucking her in. Nor did she want to think about who might have done it. She wanted to hold some small faith that Gaap didn't got that far.
This place itself that she was a "guest" at was like a living fantasy. Something out of a storybook for a little girl. There was practically a set of guards everywhere in the hall, and they all saluted her as she passed by. It was as if she was the head of the household, and the way that they, and all the servants, called her "mistress" was probably the intent. They looked at her as if she had been her all her life and saw Stella equal almost to Gaap.
Like it was all...familiar to them. Almost ritualistically so.
It made Stella's feathers bristle the wrong way, and the uncomfortable feelings of worms slithering through her bloodstream constantly reminded her of how obsessed her old friend was with her. It only got worse when she saw the paintings and statues. They were either of two things: Prince Gaap himself or Stella. Some were copies of portraits she had taken throughout her life, both before and after she ended her friendship with the prince. Others were ones she had never taken and looked to be designed initially via commissions from Prince Gaap. They showed her in various settings like a midnight sky, a castle tower, sakura petal trees, and even one that had her on an altar with a wedding dress.
And Prince Gaap in a suit right beside her.
Only a lifetime of sturdy princess lessons and willpower prevented Stella from having a panic attack right then and there. Everything around her was like a cage designed to please a man who had nothing but a one-track mind, and that thing was her.
And thing was a proper word to describe what Gaap saw her as.
A thing that was denied to him. A thing he vowed to have no matter the cost.
A thing he lusted for.
"Mistress? We are here?"
Stella snapped out of her thoughts before the two maids opened the double set doors to an outdoor balcony made of marble with a glass dome ceiling above it. A white crystal glass table stood in the middle, with chairs and food already adequately placed by the Imp servants who bowed to Stella as she entered the outdoors. There were stone crab legs with fresh ice and fruit in bowls of silver. Fried soles and welsh rarebits laid out on nice warm hot plates. Warm and gooey eggs benedict with three kinds of cheese were placed on the main dish along with crispy bacon, french toast with butter, and black pudding on the side. The smell of warm hot coffee was in the air while with fresh mimosas being poured by Gaap himself, who stood at the end of the left side of the table, smiling lovingly at Stella as she walked to the other side.
He wore a fine black velvet night robe with his family's symbol over the right side of his chest in golden thread. He looked as if he had freshly washed and shaved while leaning forward in greetings to Stella, who proceeded to sit down. "Good morning, Stella. You look amazing in that dress."
She said nothing but stared at her old friend, who continued to smile despite the deadly glare given to him.
"I hope you slept well," Gaap said as if nothing was wrong and proceeded to drink a bit of his drink before cutting up his benedict. "If you do not like the room, I have several others you can check out, or we can get something to change in that room personally. Whatever you want, I can provide. You are a guest here, after all."
"Then let me go home," Stella said firmly, and Gaap stopped cutting for a moment before he ate. Stella sighed and took some of her bacon (it was pretty good) before leaning back on her chair. "You say I am a guest, but I am guessing I can't leave, is that it? Doesn't that make me a prisoner?"
"It may seem like that. And I'm sorry I had to go through such methods to get you here," Gaap apologized as he took a sole and ate it. "But it was necessary to make sure I could protect you."
"Protect me? This is protection?" Stella asked in disbelief. "You knock me out with a spell, take me away from my home and family, and force me to dress up and eat breakfast for you like I'm some Barbie doll."
"Well, you were trying to kill me," Gaap said with a chuckle. "I think we're even in that regard."
"Only because you helped kill my husband," Stella sneered in hatred before she hissed with venom, "just like you killed my son."
Gaap froze, and their entire balcony was as silent as the grave. It took a few moments for Gaap to do something, and that was merely wiping his hands and mouth before drinking his mimosa. "I know it is very late to say this, Stella. But I am sorry for your son's death. I had never intended for it to happen. To this day, I regret it very much."
"You have a funny way of showing it," Stella growled.
"But you must understand that what I am doing is for the greater good of Hell itself," Gaap replied as he crossed his legs and continued to eat his sole. Narrowing his eyes, he scoffed. "Your husband was a fool who never deserved you. He sided with a traitor and weakling who was making Hell a laughingstock. Aiding our enemies and seeking to replace our means of power with forgiveness, peace, and redemption. These are the paths to suffering and misery in the long run. Power is what matters, and I learned that a long time ago. We learned that long ago when we were learning to be nobles."
"So civil war is the answer? Throw the entire realm into chaos and hope something better emerges?" Stella asked.
"It will be better because things are different this time," Gaap replied as he shook his head. "Stella, Hell doesn't belong to Lucifer. It belongs to us. The true born demons. I admit the Fallen have their uses, but not to lead us. Has anything really been better since Lucifer took over? No, he's made us nothing more than a means to an end to fulfill his issues with his father. He cares nothing for demonkind."
"His daughter does."
"She seeks to make demons no longer demons by making us into angels!" Gaap shouted, slamming his fist into the glass table and cracking it. "Angels are our enemy, Stella. They have hurt. Ruined us. And are the opposite of us in every way. They keep their perfect little world closed off to those who do not follow their teachings and beliefs while others suffer. They allow humanity to fall into such horrible conditions and suffering while sending them to Hell when they try to change their fate in ways God doesn't permit. His way or the highway. Everyone else gets fucked."
"When did you care about such things?" Stella scoffed.
"Oh, I didn't at first, but I met some people who really made me see that the bigger issue was how Hell was being run," Gaap sighed. "I had a lot of free time on my hands after you and your husband banished me."
"I wish we did more," Stella growled, grabbing a coffee cup to calm her down. "What do you want from me, Gaap?"
Gaap sighed and leaned forward before giving her a warm smile. "I want to keep you safe, Stella. That's all I want. I know you have issues with me. And I know that I've hurt you. But this is a chance to start anew. We can live here on this island together and forever. We're safe from the war and any other threat there can be. I have created the perfect island fortress, and we will live our days well together."
"My daughter will never stop trying to save me from you, and Blitz will never stop trying to kill you," Stella pointed out.
"Neither can stop me nor the revolution that is coming," Gaap dismissed her warnings before motioning the food before them. "We can talk more later, Stella. I have a few things I want to show you. For now? Please, eat. You must be hungry."
If it wasn't for her hunger, she would have ignored what Gaap said. However, she figured things would be worse if she didn't obey this, so she slowly began to feast with her jailer.
Even if it tasted good, it felt like she was eating ashes.
Moxxie knew that things were going to get bad somewhere down the road. He thought the attack at the Hazbin Hotel had been the worst part so far, but now that Princess Stella was captured? Crumbs, I feel like fate just decided to fuck us with a spiked dildo and refused to let it out after having its way with us.
With Stella most likely a prisoner on the island fortress of Prince Gaap, there was no choice but to go against it and the NORN system he had developed to make it impossible to attack. Moxxie liked to think that his boss was crazy and unorthodox enough to have a plan to get around that, but he didn't know what he was doing other than "recruiting" others to help out.
"Do you know who he will get to help us?" Moxxie asked Loona, who had just finished calling Octavia. He didn't know how worried the young princess was about the situation revolving around her mother being kidnapped by the guy who had an obsessed lust for her, but he could only imagine what she was going through.
"Dad's made many connections over the years ever since he started his career as an assassin," Loona said as she sat beside him on the couch in their safe house. "Whoever he's going to pick will be experienced and deadly."
"Did he say who he was going to go for first?"
Loona took out her phone and started checking it. "There are a few demons I know he could get to help out, but knowing Blitz, he's going to pick a certain snake to help out first. Which makes sense considering his expertise."
"What do you mean?"
"If Blitz is going to go all out on this raid of his? He's going to need some serious biological warfare."
Greed was notorious for having the largest crime numbers in all of Hell, and that was saying something. Notamafia Town alone had fifty percent of the crime in the entire ring happen in its borders. The name was obviously a lie as anyone who wasn't stupid could easily see how this one slice of the waste-infested shitstain of a ring was home to numerous mafia dons, all killing each other for just another inch to add to their territory to make them richer. At the same time, everyone either served them or lived in fear of them. Sometimes both at the same time.
Fat Dominics was one such don who, like his namesake, was one of the fattest bastards you'd ever seen in an Imp. He was overweight, oversized, and overzealous in his attempts to bully his rivals off and spread his weight around. He was loud, disrespectful, cruel, and had gas problems. The kind that made you want to wear a mask on twenty-four-seven. Half the janitors preferred to kill themselves then have to deal with the mess he left in the, often over clogged, toilets.
Vinny, a shark demon who had been in the "family" for six years, was just glad he was doing guard duty at the front gate instead of being inside, where he didn't have to worry about smelling like shit. Fat Dominics had his entire family over, including his third wife and four kids. All fat and nasty like him that you swear they were all from the same poor bitch that spat them out of her legs.
"Got a smoke, Vin?" His partner in guard duty, Angelo, a Great White like himself, asked while putting a cigarette in his mouth. Vinny complied with his partner by giving him his lighter and letting him puff up. "So when are these pizza's going to get here? I'm missin' my break because the boss and his family refuse to let anyone even so much as piss until they get their meals."
"You know the boss," Vinny said with a shrug. "The only thing he loves more than money is food."
"Surprised he hasn't had a heart attack already the way he eats. Then again, he's too stubborn to die," Angelo replied with a shrug. "What's the celebration for anyway?"
"Linus's first kill," Vinny replied. "You were out visiting your mother when it happened a few days ago. He got the order to wack Don Nunzio's nephew because he called Fat Dominics a cross between Rosie O'Donnell and John Madden with a yeast-infected vagina the size of his mouth."
"Don Nunzio? He's one of the top Dons in the damn area!" Angelo cursed as he rubbed his slick head and began to sweat. "He's not going to take that lying down."
"No shit. Why do you think there are so many guards out," Vinny replied with a huff. "But Don's got a temper. And making fun of his weight is one of his trigger points."
"Someone's gonna pull the trigger on him one day," Angelo replied before he turned his head down the road and sighed. "Finally. The pizza guy is here."
A large yellow van with a pizza logo and a devil pitchfork arrived with the words "Devil's Bargain Pizza" in black on top of the logo. Slamming the door open, a Naga demon based on a spitting cobra, with charcoal black scales and a blood red underbelly from neck to tail tip, slithered up to them. He wore a yellow and red deliver outfit and flicked his tongue out as his orange irises and black pupils gazed upon the guards. "Pizzzzzzzza delivery. I have about fifty pies here for Fat Dominicsssssss. Do you have a driveway I can have access to?"
"Yeah, it's just a bit further down," Vinny said, pointing towards the iron gate. "We'll radio to let them let you in."
"Thanksssssssss," The Naga delivery man said as his cobra hood flickered. The many eye tattoo designs on his scales seemed to blink when it did so, making the two shark demons shiver at the sight.
"Snake demons give me the creeps," Angelo muttered.
"Yeah, kinda surprised one is working as a pizza delivery guy," Vinny replied with a shrug. "You think he spits venom into the pizza of customers he doesn't like?"
"I would if I was him, and I had to deal with some asshole who's upset because he doesn't have as many pepperoni's in his pie as he wished."
The pizza van drove past the gates and slowly made its way closer to the front of the giant mansion home of the Don. There were mafia guards, all appropriately dressed and armed with guns of every caliber. All of them were alert for any trouble coming their way, but none of them paid any attention to the pizza truck as it was a regular thing to see in their boss's house. The pizza truck was ordered to head towards the gazebo near the front lawn where Don Fat Dominics and his family were waiting for their meal. The overweight Imp family cheered upon seeing their lunch finally arrive, with the Naga walking out with one of the pizza containers in his hand.
Fat Dominics was dressed in a black and purple tailored suit custom sized to fit his large girth while his sleek blond hair rode past his ears, and his curved black horns with white tips were as tiny as knives. Sharp as them too. His third wife was sitting across from him on the table, equally overweight with so much makeup she looked like she was made out of eighty percent Mary Kay. Between them, sitting on the table on opposite ends, were all four of Fat Dominic's children. Two from his first two marriages each and the other two from his current one, with the youngest, Linus, posed like he was the prince of the universe in a soft blue dress shirt and beige pants that looked ready to have their button popped by how much pressure the stomach was giving the steams.
"Here we go! Finally! I thought we were gonna fucking starve to death! Forty minutes or less, my ass!" Fat Dominic shouted as he motioned for one of his mafia goons to light up his cigar and put it in his mouth.
Puffing out some smoke, he turned to the Naga and snarled. "So you got an excuse for why you were late? Mr..." He narrowed his eyes to read the name tag, "William?"
"Just call me Billy. Billy Bile," The Naga said with a smile as he put the pizza container box on the table. "Ssssssorry for being late. Some kind of street dispute between the Van Griffsssssss and the Sheldons."
"Fucking Griffs and Sheldons," Fat Dominics spat before letting out a puff of gas from his rear hole. "That's what I think of them. All mutts and bastards of bastards. Dirty blood in their veins. I tell ya, this entire fucking town is going to the dogs because we're letting them Hellhounds and hick Imps and Sinners down mixing with the rest of us purebloods."
"Like Don Nunzio's nephew? May he rest in piss," Linus joked, which earned a laugh from his father, who gave him a small noogie on the head.
"That's my boy! Tellin' jokes like his old man," Fat Dominics cheered.
"I take it this is all for a celebration?" Billy asked with a smirk.
"You got it. Why don't you already get the pies out so we can celebrate?" Fat Dominics ordered as he waved his hands around.
"It's a lot of pizzzzzzzzzzza. Mind giving me a hand?" Billy asked.
Rolling his eyes, the Don turned to two of his shark goons. "Go help the Nnnnnnnaga with his pizzzzza."
Billy only chuckled upon hearing the fat imp mock his speech, but his scales slithered a bit while his long tail from the end of his eight feet body shook with rage. He opened his pizza container. "Funny you should mention Don Nunzio. I actually had to do an order for him."
"Yeah? What did that half Imp-half Spick of a little shit order?" Fat Dominics asked as Billy put on a gas mask from the container and picked up a small cylinder object. "What the fuck is the gas mask for?"
"Well, it's for ssssssomething else, but hearing the bullshit out of your mouth has made me want to actually fucking breathe before I get contaminated with your stupidity," Billy replied, much to the surprise of everyone in the area. Don Dominics soon began to turn redder with rage just as Billy held out his hand. "Hold on, I believe I was going to tell you what Don Nunzio ordered, right?"
"And what the fuck do I care?" Fat Domincs growled as he motioned some of his guards to raise the guns.
Just as they did, the shark demons opened the van's rear end and felt their eyes open upon seeing what was inside. There was no pizza or wings or fries or mozzarella sticks. But a big complex machine with large containers of what appeared to be a green and purple liquid with a "toxic" label. And it was beeping.
"Well, let'sssssss just say the contract he ordered was to die for."
Billy then pressed the detonator in his hand, and the chemicals mixed in their containers in a split second, followed by a large explosion that burst from the car, making everyone jump or turn around. This was followed by a second explosion. One not of fire but of clouds. The green and purple gas spread throughout the estate and into the mansion via open windows and doors. Not a single soul in the large acre of the home of Don Fat Dominics was spared from the spread. Not even the nice guards outside.
Once it had made its mark, traveling through the open pores, mouths, gills, and other means of entrance, the poison went to work. Choking, gasping, and cries of pain echoed in the air, followed by garbling as everyone tried to breathe and gasp for air, including the entire Dominics family, who were all lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs or mouths. Some tried to walk, but the toxic cloud was everywhere, and their size made it impossible to even do one pull-up.
Some who had ingested the poisonous gas were already dead, and their flesh began to decay rapidly. Those still breathing, in a sense, were only feeling the pain of their entire bodies shutting down and failing as their blood felt like acid in their veins.
"Like it?" Billy Bile asked as he smirked under his custom-made gas mask. "My own little invention. Right now, your brain is failing to ssssssend proper signals to the rest of your body due to the nerves in your entire nervous ssssssssystem getting fried and decaying in rapid succession faster than new ones can be made. Your musclesssssss are freezing, your lungs are choking on their own blood as veins pop one by one inside your bloodstream due to the acidic elementssssssss inside of the poison."
All four kids started spasming like crazy, with vomit and saliva coming out of their mouths.
"Yeah, that's also a side effect as well. Choking on your own barf isn't a bad way to go. It beats having your skin melting like those shark guards of yours. Still, the third effect that I love the most has to be your organssssssss liquidating and flushing down your assssssshole," Billy Bile happily informed as Fat Dominics groaned and puked blood while a messy wet splattering noise came from his pants and his eyes rolled before he went limp. "Followed by three minutessssss of utter paralyzation as the brain is denied oxygen before going brain dead...and then you actually dying for about five minutes before being dead. But I can tell you're already knowing it from experience you fat fuck."
Billy Bile whistled to himself as he walked back to his van and closed the trunk before entering the driver's seat. He turned the car on and began to drive out of the toxic covered estate, running over any dead or dying bodies in his way before making back while setting his GPS on his phone to Don Nunzio's home to get his pay.
Once he was paid, William "Billy" Bile returned the stolen van before getting in his car to drive back to one of his personal safe houses in Green. His home was in the Pride Ring, but with Civil War erupting and every ring taking a side, it took more work to cross over to each one with proper identification. Billy didn't give a damn about the war save for what business he could get from it, but it was a pain in the ass to find alternate transportation that didn't involve checkpoints and bribing guards to look the other way.
Chemicals didn't come cheap after all.
His safe house was an abandoned apartment complex that he managed to buy for dirt cheap. After parking in the garage, he made his way to the basement complex to check up on his little side project on the side. Being a mercenary who used poison in his arsenal, he had to always test his newest creations to make sure they did the job they were supposed to do. As such, live test subjects were often the best to use, and since someone in Greed was always trying to scam you or rob you every ten minutes, he could just pick any unlucky son of a bitch who wanted to mess with him.
Closing the door behind him, Billy walked over to check on his miniature lab that looked like something you would see in a high school science lab, but the chemicals were something no school would let their students use if they had any brains. A few computers were cooking up some new data, and a few specialized guns designed to fire his chemicals were waiting to be tuned up by a small workshop he had in one corner.
After double-checking a few emails, Billy walked over to the jail cell he had designed in the far left corner, where a red falcon-looking sinner demon was chained to a chair with a set of IVs in his legs and arms, each containing a different liquid inside that was going into his bloodstream. He was not moving an inch. His tongue was purple, boils were all over his face, and his eyes were covered in dried blood, with the organs themselves having burst a while ago.
"Ssssssssssssshit," Billy cursed as he shook his head and hissed his tongue out. "I thought for ssssssssssure that combo would work. Now I'll have to go back to the drawing board."
A knock on the basement door made him pause in his furious ranting.
"Pizza delivery!" It took a moment for Billy to recognize that voice, and he sighed before slithering to the basement door. Opening it, a familiar Imp assassin he hadn't seen in a few years waved at him while wearing a gas mask and holding a pizza box. "Don't worry. No gas bombs in this one."
"Blitz," Billy greeted as he took the pizza. "Ssssssssso, how long were you following me?"
"Since you knocked out that pizza guy with knock-out gas and stuffed his naked body in the trash can," Blitz answered as he entered the basement. "I can breathe in here, right? You don't have any of your nasty shit cooking? Don't want to end up like that guy in the corner."
"You're fine," Billy answered, opening the box and taking a slice. "Huh, double bacon, frog legs, peppers, and onions. My favorite. Guess you really need me for something."
"Yeah, I do," Blitz said as he crossed his arms. "I'm calling that favor in. You know when I rescued you from that scientist experimenting on Sinners like yourself because you were easy guys to grab? You were lucky he was my target from one of his escape experiments. "
"Must be very serious for you to call that in because you know I told you to only ever give that to me if the situation was serious," Billy groaned as he took another bite. "Is it dangerous?"
"Very."
"Sssssssuicidal?"
"Probably."
"Who and where?"
"Prince Gaap and his island fortress."
"The one that has that NORN sssssssystem? That can somehow predict every and any attack?" Billy snorted. "Why would I want to take part in that? Favors aside?"
"Because not only would it be the ultimate testing field for you to test out your bio-weapons, you would be taking part in a raid that will go down in history if we make it, and I know your ego would want to have its cock stroked like it was getting hand jobbed by Lilith herself," Blitzo pointed out before smirking. "And for thirty million if you survive."
"See? If you sssssssssstart with that? I would have accepted without needing the favor," Billy said with a chuckle. "Alright, but if you are going to take down Gaap's fortress, you will need an army and a plan."
"I'm working on getting an army. As for the plan? I got one. Maybe," Blitzo assured.
"Yeah, well, just remember what I say about plans," Billy pointed out. "Make a plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails, throw away the plan."
"Well, your little plan with the fat don worked well. Didn't it?" Blitzo pointed out.
"My first plan was to use a Chinese delivery system. That didn't work out," Billy said before he asked. "Want some of this? You did get it and all."
"Nah, I'll get sushi at my next destination."
"...Sssssssushi?"
Ah, Jigoku City, Blitzo thought as he walked through the streets of what most would consider a combination of Hell, Tokyo, and Miyazaki films. Jigoku City was the home of all Japanese-based demons ranging from the oni to the yokai. Blitzo himself had been to the city a few times on business in the past as well as to make connections when he was younger. One of those said connections was another figure he was looking to recruit. According to his sources, she was currently on the job in a nearby high-class restaurant.
He hated butting in like this, but time was of the essence, and every second wasted was another moment where Stella was a prisoner to that scumbag. Blitzo trusted Stella to keep herself calm and wouldn't do anything to enrage Gaap. If the asshole of an incel was that much in love with her, then she was safe for the moment. Having Billy with his poisons and other tools would help deal with large squads of enemies, but sometimes having a typical speedy assassin would also be needed. Someone who could scout ahead, cause confusion in the enemy and eliminate threats before they become a threat. It seemed stereotypical to go looking for a ninja-trained killer, but the one known as "Pinku no Shi" (The Pink Death") was a perfect choice.
Crossing the street when the light turned green, Blitzo made his way to an establishment known as "Fusaki '' a three-story building advising high-class traditional Japanese food without demonic influence or taste. Entering the room, passing by the large oni sumo dressed security guards, Blitzo entered the jade-colored entrance room where a six-tailed yellow fox girl with red demonic eyes and green kimono with sakura petals bowed to him at the host desk. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Fusaki. I am Kimi. How may I serve you?"
"寿司バー. あなたがしてください場合." Blitzo answered, which surprised the kitsune. He grinned. "はい、私は日本語を話します."
"悪くはありませんが、あなたは強いアクセントを持っています," The kitsune answered with a shy smile before leading him into the main establishment.
"Well, we can't all be living Rosetta Stones," Blitzo muttered as he entered the main dining hall.
Like the outside, it was grand in size and looked beautiful with traditional Japanese art and decoration mixed with Edo-style architecture. Its whole gig was to be entirely Japanese like on Earth, without any demonic influence save for the staff, obviously. For demons exposed to Hell's culture every day, even when mixed with human civilization, it was seen as an exotic delight. Naturally, private party rooms on the next floor were protected only by paper doors that slid open.
Many of the more beautiful and high-class-looking girls in the fancier kimonos would go up the staircase carrying trays of food and drink that were mouth-watering to look at. Undoubtedly, the finest cuts of meats, fish, and the hottest of sake were ordered for the esteemed guests of the higher levels. After ordering his own bottle and a plate of shumai, Blitzo calmly waited until he spotted the one he was looking for.
He didn't need to wait long as his focus was on a particular girl. You would think she was pretty young to work in such an establishment, but she was well over fifty years old. Which was young for a Nekomata, but this didn't hinder her effectiveness as a killer. Naturally, she had the typical pink-colored "anime cat girl" traits, complete with two ears and a tail. It did no favors to help as many would just assume she was some vulnerable young kitty you could take around the corner and live your waifu fantasies with. In reality, she was more like cutting your dick off and clawing your eyes out. Her human parts were that of a young, light-skinned Japanese girl in her early 20s with long pink hair down to her waist and yellow-stilted cat eyes that could pierce through any soul. She wore a gray kimono with a white sash that was loosely around her waist compared to others in similar clothing. Easy to move around it and to fight with.
Deciding to reacquaint himself with a fellow assassin and friend, Blitzo slowly sneaked up behind her and lightly bumped her with her shoulder, almost making her drop the large dinner sushi box she had in her hands. She turned around to chastise Blitzo until she went silent and wide-eyed upon seeing who it was. Smirking, Blitzo rubbed the back of his head and pretended to be nervous. "So sorry about that! Oh, I think it's ...ummm... gomen...no...sai? Anyway, I'm so sorry."
"It's...fine," Sakura said before gazing toward a specific party room. "But you can help make it up for me by escorting me back to your party with your sushi grand deluxe, honorable guest."
"Why sure," Blitzo said as he walked side by side up the stairs before whispering. "Hey, Sakura. How are the kids?"
"They're fine. They liked the Hellmass gifts you gave them last winter," Sakura whispered with a smile before scowling. "If you are on this job too-"
"Relax, I can help you care for them, and you can claim the reward. How many?" Blitzo asked.
"Fifteen. All yakuza," Sakura said as they reached the food and approached the room.
"Kinda low level for you," Blitzo pointed out.
"The upcoming war has everyone on edge and taking sides. I'm playing it safe for now," Sakura said. "Why are you here?"
"Remember when you gave me that freebie to help out at any job I wanted with no questions asked?" Blitzo inquired.
"You can tell me more about it after we do this. Are you armed with something silent?" Sakura asked as Blitzo pulled out a silenced M1911. "Good."
In a flash, Sakura opened the door, and a bunch of sinner demons with horns, tattoos, and scales with various colored skins looked up from their drinks and spicy food. Sakura and Blitzo rushed in, the former throwing the sushi box into the center yakuza, who winced and fell to his back, holding his nose. From her kimono, Sakura unleashed three kunai which found their way into the necks of three of the yakuza, while Blitzo fired two head shots with his pistol. Realizing they were under attack, they tried to get up and prepare themselves for a fight, but the two assassins were quicker.
Sakura drew two special tanto blades. One was made of heavenly angel white steel with a blue edge with the character "天" (Heaven) on the blade, while the other was made of black demonic steel with a red edge with the characters "黄泉" (Hell) on it. With a blitzing speed, she sliced the heads of two demonic yakuza before slicing low in the belly of another, spun around, slit the throat, and then backhanded one that tried to grab her by slamming her knife's blade in his neck.
Blitzo had smashed his fist into a yakuza, grabbed his horns, and hoisted him to his chest before falling down to drag him. He shot him in the face twice before pushing him off to let him slam into another opponent who was shot in the face in his attempt to get back up. One of the yakuza managed to get a katana out and tried to slice at Blitzo, who dodged all his attempts before firing at his legs, forcing him to his knees. He grabbed the katana by spinning it out of his grip and used it to slice his head apart.
The four remaining yakuza managed to grab their guns, but Sakura was faster and threw four smaller daggers into each of the yakuza's hands, causing them to drop them while in pain. She dashed forward, disappeared in a blur, and reappeared behind them with her blades extended outward. Twisting them in the air, she sheathed them back into her kimono just as the multiple cuts she inflicted kicked in, and blood sprayed all over the room, decorating it into a lovely crimson color.
The two waited to see if anyone would come and investigate anything, but after five minutes of waiting, the two sighed and began to make their way out of the room. Closing the door behind them, Sakura motioned for Blitzo to follow her down the stairs. "It will take them about twenty minutes to find out what happened, and we should hurry back home."
"Want to get something to go for the kids?" Blitzo asked.
"Only if you are buying."
The kids appreciated seeing Blitzo again, even more so when he brought them lunch and treats. Most assassins, when they get into the game, usually were in it for the money or the thrill of the kill. For Sakura, it was the former, but instead of spending the money on herself, it was spent on the orphanage she grew up in. One that had been her home all her life, even from a young age, due to it being one of the good ones that took care of its kids. Rather than leave it behind like so many did, Sakura continued to donate to take care of it and all the little children. New clothes, rooms, toys, food, and more were all given to those who lived inside it. Blitzo could sympathize with Sakura's actions, reminding him why he spent so much time working to provide for his daughter.
In fact, saving this orphanage from an overlord he was targeting made Sakura swear a debt to him. A debt that he was now calling.
"I accept," Sakura said with a slight bow after Blitzo explained the job. "I only ask that the payment be given to the orphanage once the job is complete as always."
"You're not worried about not coming back?" Blitzo asked.
"Are you?"
"Not really," Blitzo replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I got a plan, but it's going to take some time to get it all ready and a lot of luck from certain factors."
"Well, I believe you will succeed. You have so far. After all, it takes a lot to take down two of the most infamous Overlords in the last fifty years," Sakura pointed out.
"Yeah, but this is different. I've never targeted a prince-level Goetia demon before," Blitzo pointed out with a heavy sigh."This is going to be a hard one."
"And it's only going to get harder going forward. Are you sure that this is what your lover would want?"
"It's what I need to do that matters," Blitzo answered as he exited the orphanage grounds. "Head over to the location I gave you in the next twenty-four hours. I'll see you then. Bring every knife you got."
"Blitzo." He paused upon hearing his real name. "Let me remind you that I am willing to help you with this raid of yours, but I will not take part in your revenge quest. The path of revenge is filled with many graves; one could be your own or those you love and care about. Think about that."
Blitzo didn't say anything. He just continued onward to get the next person for his team.
AN: Japanese Translations:
"寿司バー. あなたがしてください場合." = "Sushi bar. If you please."
""はい、私は日本語を話します."" = "Yes, I speak Japanese."
"悪くはありませんが、あなたは強いアクセントを持っています." = "Not bad, but you have a strong accent."
We have our first two OC's
-William "Billy" Bile. A naga based sinner mercenary who is an expert in checmical based weapons and warfaere. They belong to "FleetlordAvatar"
-And Sakura, a Nekomanta assasssin who uses knives and other bladed weapons while taking care of the orphanage she grew up in. They belong to TheDragonSaver.
We'll see the next two next time! Hope you enjoyed their intros!