I don't own Helluva boss, but I own fan made keychains, thank you comic con.
Overturn
It didn't snow in hell, but some nights felt cold enough that it could.
Tonight was such a night as Blitzo made his way across the deserted bridge. He wasn't properly dressed for the chill, but he didn't care. He didn't even know which ring he was in, nor did he care. The Imp didn't care about anything, hadn't for some time.
He was far too tired to care anymore.
What was left for him to care about? He'd ruined everything again, because of course he did.
That was all he was good for.
Blitzo ran his fingers along the bridge. Why was he even upset? They were better off without him. Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Barbie, Fizzarolli, Verosika…
…Stolas.
They were all better off without him.
He didn't have any right to be upset really, but he was a selfish bastard, so he was. Blitzo stopped as he looked down. The water below was so deep, it was pitch black. Who knew how far down it really went. The fall alone would probably be fatal. If nothing else, it would break enough bones to make any chance of swimming impossible.
Or if somehow the skeleton was left intact, the current would ensure no one could keep their head above water. Would ensure any poor unfortunate soul would be dragged under without any chance of breaking to the surface.
Then there was the nights temperature. It was so cold the water was likely below freezing, it would be a shock to the system. If the muscles and joints weren't stiffened to the point they were useless, then hypothermia would likely take over in seconds.
Either way, drowning was inevitable.
Blitzo had disposed of many bodies in waters like this. He wondered how many were already down there, if any. Did they put up a fight? Try to cheat the inevitable? Or did they accept their fates. Assuming they were even still alive before they hit the water.
How many were in bags, concrete shoes, or got shot in the back of the head? How many just had rotten luck and fell? How many jumped of their own accord? How many had been found? How many were still down there? How many had demons looking for them?
Blitzo watched the dark water, almost hypnotized. It was so peaceful, so inviting, practically begging him to enter its embrace. To surrender himself to the inky depth.
…He wondered how long it would take to find his body, would anyone even notice he was gone? He knew they wouldn't care, but would they notice?
Maybe everyone would celebrate, like "ding dong, the assholes dead!" Would they even give his corpse a second thought?
If he did jump, how would it happen? Would he break anything? Just be dragged under? It was funny, a part of Blitzo was telling him he deserved to die, while another was telling him he didn't deserve to get off so easy.
On one hand, the world would be better off without him, just ask the many lives he'd ruined.
On the other, death was too easy. He deserved to suffer, again, ask those ruined lives.
He couldn't prove every demon that fell in stayed in. Perhaps there'd been one or two that got lucky. They could've grabbed a piece of plywood or debris, were freakishly strong swimmers. Perhaps the current had just been feeling merciful that day, brought them close to the sides of the canal to grab hold of.
…Maybe he could let the water decide.
Why not? He's made other choices in stupider ways. If he somehow made it out, then he'd know he hadn't been punished enough. If he didn't, well that was that. No one would shed a tear either way.
Yeah, the water would know better than him what he deserved.
Blitzo carefully climbed up onto the bridge, kind of silly given what he was planning, but he at least wanted to do this gracefully. Once his feet were steady, he stared back down at the dark water.
Did he remember how to swim? Had he ever learned?
Whatever, in a few seconds it might not matter.
Goodness knows he didn't matter.
He was nothing but a mistake. One long overdue for correction.
Blitzo closed his eyes. Despite everything, he found himself wishing everyone the best, regardless of the outcome. They deserved the happiness and life he could never provide for them, only take away from them, and he sincerely hoped they would find all of that and more.
At the end of the day, he couldn't bring himself to hate any of them like they hated him, despite his best efforts. He was selfish and pathetic like that he supposed.
Taking a deep breath, Blitzo went to step off the bridge and into his uncertain fate…
…Only to be grabbed from behind.
The assailant wrapped their arms around him, a hand covering his mouth and nose. Blitzo knew this move, he'd used this move, cut off air while making it impossible to call for help. Blitzo reacted out of pure instinct. One hand clawing at the arm chocking him while the other went for whoever was attached. All the while trying to maneuver his body weight to throw the mystery attacker off him.
None of it mattered. Whatever prick had gotten hold of him managed to get him still, pulling his head to the side so his neck was exposed. Suddenly, he felt something sharp being jammed into his neck, his body instantly beginning to feel heavy and his brain fuzzy.
Oh good, he'd been drugged.
Why couldn't these bastards have just let him jump and maybe drown?
The jackass finally dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Blitzo blinked deliriously, trying to make out any detail of the attacker. He briefly entertained the idea it was a face from his past come to make him suffer or kill him themselves. Unfortunately, whatever the drug was, it was strong and fast acting. His vision was already staring to go dark, all he could make out were two large blurry figures standing over him. As he faded to black, he heard one of them chuckle.
"Oh yeah, he'll do for now."
Well shit…
Three years later.
It was an especially hot summer in Wrath this year, which was really saying something. Still, the residents were used to heatwaves and droughts, so they made do. They had to if they wanted to keep a roof overhead and food in their bellies after all. Case in point was the small, old truck trudging down the dirt road.
"I'm tellin yah, we're lost" the Imp complained as he flipped the map in his hand's upside down.
His larger companion currently driving growled under his breath, hands griping the wheel of the truck. "We aint lost" he grumbled back.
The truck groaned and sputtered "you need a new truck, Jimmy" the skinnier Imp said, putting the map away "this thing's getting on in years."
"Bah, old Bessy find."
"Meats gonna spoil before we get there, if I don't get paid cause of you-"
"Meat aint gonna spoil. Gonna be fresh as a daisy by the time it gets to Pride."
"I'd believe yah if we weren't lost-"
"Satan damn it Tucker, I said we aint lost!" Jimmy snapped, hitting the wheel as he glared at the other Imp "my family's been taken this path for sixty years. Now it was good enough for my Daddy and his Daddy and so on, its good enough for me and damn sure good enough for yer ass!"
Jimmy growled as Tucker held his hands up in mock surrender, not looking the least bit sorry. What his baby sister saw in this dumbass, he'd never know, but it wasn't his place to tell Lulu who to marry. Besides, he did make her happy, so he must be good for something.
"Main road's quicker" Tucker spoke up with a shrug "just sayin." Jimmy grumbled while Tucker stared out the window. "So those stories goin round, you believe any of them?" He suddenly asked.
"Where'd that came from?" Jimmy asked, nose scrunched up.
"Heard a few guys talkin while you were gassing up Bessy, guess there was a sighting in Greed…so?"
His brother-in-law shrugged, at least he wasn't complaining anymore. "I mean I believe these Forsaken guys are the real deal, they've proven that much" he confessed, even if the name was goofy "but the stories?" He snorted "sounds like a load if you ask me."
"I don't know man, lotta folks been saying lotta things" Tucker said, chewing his lip anxiously.
"Demons say a lotta things when they get hysterical" he reminded him "don't make it true."
"I guess" he agreed reluctantly before shifting uncomfortably "and what about…yah know…"
"See now, he's is clearly just a scare tactic. I mean, c'mon."
"So…you really think those stories aint true?" Jimmy was silent as he stared ahead at the road. However, his grip tightening on the wheel didn't go unnoticed by the other. He didn't want to think about it, they were lucky. The Forsaken never came to Wrath, they stuck to the big city rings. He most likely stuck to the big city rings. So there was no point thinking about it, about if the stories were true, about them, about him. Because they never came to Wrath.
"…God, I hope not."
They fell into silence as they continued down the road, the conversation weighing down on them. Tucker reached over and switched on the radio to some oldies station. The sound wasn't the best due to the vehicles age and how far out they were, but they could make out the song well enough. "Will yah at least let me take a look at Bessy for yah?" Tucker asked.
"Hah! You can touch Bessy over my rotting corpse! Aint nobody but me-"
"Uh…Jimmy?" The larger Imp looked back to the road. Not too far in front of them was a roadblock, completely cutting them off. The block was a much larger truck then Bessy, newer too, with several demons standing in front of the blockade.
"Shhhhiiittt" Jimmy hissed, bringing the truck to a stop two feet away "bandits." The larger Imp took a deep breath to steady himself "I got this" he said, trying to keep his voice even in an effort to convince both of them. "If anything happens" he said, voice deadly serious as he looked his brother-in-law dead in the eye "take care of Lulu and Ma."
Jimmy waited for Tucker to nod in confirmation, which came instantly, before getting out of the truck. Oh, this couldn't be happening, not to him, never him.
"We can see you over there" a voice from the blockade called out in a mocking sing song tone. Jimmy flinched "come on big boy!" The lead punk continued, calling him like some kind of mutt. It was infuriating, but he had to play nice. So Jimmy forced himself away from his beloved Bessy and over to the group waiting for him like he was walking to his own execution.
"There we go!" The demon continued in that patronizing tone as Jimmy approached. He looked like any other punk who thought he was all that, but he knew better then to underestimate bandits "see that wasn't so hard."
Jimmy clenched his jaw but held his tongue "alright" he raised his hands "I'm cooperating, let's not make this a thing."
"Why good sir" the punk posed dramatically, oh great, he got a theater kid "I'm wounded at your lack of commitment to the dance." What did that even mean?
"I can't give yah any of my goods" he said firmly "we're just getting buy as is. My sisters with child and my Ma's health aint what it used to be." He knew it was pointless to reason with bandits but damn it if he wasn't going to try, he was the man of the family after all.
Not surprisingly, the bandits just laughed. "Aw, let me play you the worlds smallest violin" the punk said mockingly, pretending to play the instrument in question. Jimmy growled, right, of course they don't care. As demons went, they were all fairly high on the social food chain, meanwhile he was just an Imp. What do they care about his problems? Jimmy tensed as the punk walked towards him "you know, I'm a reasonable guy" he began, throwing an arm around Jimmy's shoulders like they were old pals "what if we made a different kind of exchange."
Jimmy raised a brow in suspicion. He like to think he was smart enough not to fall for a silver tongue, but if it meant getting out of this with his goods intact…
"I'm listening."
The punk smirked "see, we have an anonymous employer who's looking to…" he motioned vaguely with his hand "…collect, let's say, individuals for his work."
"What kind of work?"
"Ah, ah, ah, that's on a need-to-know basis" in other words, the punk didn't know. "Anyway…" he continued "the guy pays handsomely for every bastard brought to him, especially Imps, and that looser in your truck looks like he could fetch a pretty penny." He jabbed his thumb over to Tucker "if you'd be willing to part with him, we might be inclined to let you go, truck intact." He leaned in closer, his breath reeked of pot and alcohol, and smirked "so whaddya say?"
Jimmy growled, as much as Tucker pissed him off, he made Lulu happy and he'd be damned if his niece or nephew grew up without a Father. If there's one lesson his Daddy taught him, it's never turn his back on family. "Go fuck yourself" he hissed at the smug bastard.
The punk chuckled "suit yourself" he patted Jimmy's back before turning back to his goons. "You heard the man!" He called out cheerfully "take the meats boys!"
Before Jimmy could react, one of the big goons grabbed him from behind and restrained him. Another dragged Tucker out of the truck and held him too as several goons began making their way to the back. Jimmy tired to get out of the bastards hold, but he was too strong.
"You know…" the punk spoke up as his goons began unloading the boxes. "I really could use a new everything" he examined his nails as he sent Jimmy a smirk "like…a nice trip to Lust, or a sweet set of wheels" Jimmy's eyes widened, he wouldn't…
The punk snapped his fingers and motioned his head towards Tucker "pack up the nerdy one too."
"WHAT?!" Tucker cried as the guy holding him began dragging him away. He did his best to put up a fight, he yelled and trashed, but the goon was a lot bigger and stronger "Jimmy! Do something!" He cried desperately.
"I said you can't have him!" Jimmy yelled in anger, renewing his efforts to escape. Shit, Lulu was never gonna forgive him!
"Too bad, so sad" the punk said with a snicker. He turned to return to their truck when he noticed his fellow goons just standing there, boxes still in hand. "Hey!" He stomped forward "what are you dumbasses doing…" he shoved his way to the front and paused.
Standing there was some Imp kid, clothed in a dress, leggings, boots and gloves, and hooded shall that reached her elbows. All black. Her horns poked out of the hood covering her head, and a black mask covered her face.
She couldn't have been more then twelve and there wasn't a house for miles, where did she come from?
"What the…hey kid!" The punk snapped, marching up to the girl. She didn't respond "hey!" He repeated more harshly, but she remained silent, she didn't even flinch "we're working here, get lost!" He got up in her face, but she didn't move a muscle.
The punk looked back at his goons like they might have an answer, but they were just as lost. Jimmy stared at the little girl, trying to figure out the sudden turn of events when he noticed something.
She was wearing what looked like a muzzle over her mouth, the kind they put on the really dangerous, deranged psychopaths. It looked to be made out of some kind of metal, with a sharp toothed smiley face painted on it.
Surly she wasn't part of a gang at this age? They just kept getting younger.
"Alright" the punk growled, his patience gone "enough of this shit" he raised his hand, ready to strike her. The action alone boiled Jimmy's blood, what kind of bastard raises a hand to a child?! Before he could make contact, however, the girls tail wrapped around his arm.
The punk scoffed and went to tug himself, but failed. He raised a brow, she was a scrawny kid and he was twice her size, that should've worked. He pulled again, harder this time, but her grip remained. He began putting up a fight to free his arm, but it did nothing. The punk was visibly becoming freaked out the longer her hold remained.
Even stranger was how she remained perfectly still, like he wasn't playing tug-a-war with one of her limbs. When he stopped to catch his breath, she finally raised her head.
Silently, the girl raised her hand, flipped him the bird, and tightened her grip.
Instantly, his arm snapped in two with a loud, sickening crack.
"AAAHHHH!" The punk screamed bloody murder, tears and saliva dripping down his face that was the picture of pure agony. The goons stepped back in horror, even Jimmy and Tucker went pale. Not Imp child should be able to break a grown man's arm with their tail that easily, shit, no Imp period should be able to do that!
"What the fuck?!" Jimmy heard the guy holding him yell, then something came out of the ground and impaled him through his mouth, making him drop Jimmy. He quickly backed up just as the guy holding Tucker and another nearby were killed in a similar manner. Except the guy with Tucker got it through the left eye and the rando through the chest. One by one, three Imps emerged from the shadows.
Literally, it was like the shadows lifted themselves off the ground and took a physical form. To his horror, he realized the thing that implied the goons were their tails. He watched as the thick, sharp blades swayed lazily as they morphed back to their normal forms. Three more figures, another Imp, one of those shark demons, and an Incubus, appeared and took out a few more. They were all dressed in black with hoods and wore the same mask and muzzle as the girl…
…Oh no…no, it couldn't be…
"It's them, isn't it?" Jimmy heard Tucker mumbled in terror as he crawled over to him "it's the Forsaken, isn't it?!"
"Can it Tucker!" He hissed back, but his fear was obvious. It couldn't be true; he didn't want it to be true.
They never came to Wrath!
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" The punk screamed as his arm was finally released "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" He roared to the remaining goons "KILL THEM!"
They didn't even get a chance to respond, the seven mystery demons pounced before anyone could take a breath. They were like ferial animals, the two brothers-in-law sat there, forced to watch. They watched as one goon was ripped apart, as another was smashed repeatedly against the ground with a strength no Imp possessed, as two tore one in half by his legs.
They barely had the chance to scream. In a matter of seconds, them, the punk, and one goon kid were all that was left. Surrounded by boxes, blood and dismembered bodies.
There'd been at least twenty goons, and these seven had taken them out in seconds.
A loud, metallic thud caught their attention, and they turned to see an eighth figure crouched atop the bandit's truck's trailer. Jimmy squinted, her horns were Succubus shaped, but they were black and pinstriped like an Imps, but the pinstripes were pink? Her tail was Succubus-like too, but he couldn't see any wings, was she a half-breed?
The young women crawled down the side of the trailer like a spider, her limbs moving in a way that made the small audience feel uncomfortable. She crawled off and onto the ground, stood, and walked towards the punk "g-get b-back!" He ordered, still trying to be intimidating, but she was no more fazed the then kid had been "I said get back you bit-!" Without warning, she was suddenly in front of him, grabbed his head with one hand, and tore it cleared off his shoulders. His body landed with a thud as she crushed his head like a can and casually tossed it aside. She then turned towards the remaining goon.
The poor kids tried to run, but was caught by two of the mystery demons and held in place. "P-please…please don't k-kill me!" he pleaded as she made her way to him "I'm just trying to pay off a debt, I-I'm basically a hostage!" He flinched with a squeak as she grabbed his face.
For a while, they just stared at each other, or Jimmy assumed as he couldn't see her face. The kid's terrified eyes gazed into her hidden ones as they held their breaths. He was sure if they could see them, her eyes would be bearing into his very soul.
"…A-are you…Archangel?" The kid asked quietly.
'Of all the questions to ask' Jimmy thought to himself as he began to sweat.
There was a moment of silence "no" she finally said bluntly, the first of this group to speak. Her voice sounding odd due to the muzzle "but I have a message from him for your anonymous employer collecting demons, and that's why you" she booped his nose "get to live. Arnt you lucky?" Suddenly she went stiff and jerked back, before returning to normal like it never happened, she leaned in close until she was right at his ear.
"We're coming for you" she whispered "I'm coming for you."
Once those words were spoken, she went limp, then stood straight. Again, like nothing had happened. Releasing his face, she nodded to the two holding him and they let him go. The eight muzzled demons then literally sank into the shadows below, vanishing without a second glance or trace.
Once he was sure they were gone, the kid imminently bolted and got into the truck. Driving off in a panic, and abandoning the two Imps and their good as the they sat there shaking in terror.
"…Now do you believe the stories?"
I'm usually hesitant to write fics for ongoing shows. Because I just know once I've written something, a new episode is going to come along and contradict it. I know I'm overthinking it, but its nice to have some accuracy you know?
Helluva boss has proven to be especially challenging, but I've been really wanting to write something for this show for a while, so what the heck? I'm throwing caution to the wind! Everybody else on here and on AO3 has!
…Still no AO3 account for me right now. I should really change that.
I think unless it's been addressed directly, if I keep it vague enough, I should be alright! Plus, this should be AU-ish enough. I doubt they would do anything like what I've got planed on the show…right? Again, I realize I'm overthinking this, but I overthink everything…it's exhausting honestly.
Hope this was a good start, and hope I don't mess this up too much.
Until then.
Oh, and one more thing…happy Friday the Thirteenth. Bwahaha.