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Chapter 4: Whack your boss, crack the whip
Imp office, Imp city
It was morning in Pride, Although the most wellknown city, Pentagram was not the only one on the ring. There was another one, one full to the brink with hells lower class. If Pentagram city was the New York City of Hell, then Imp city would be its New Jersey or Detroit.
Nobody can't seem to make a decision on that subject. But most agree that it was an improvement from that of the greed ring. It's still bad, but at least, mammons' parasitic influence was weaker.
Overall, it was a perfect day to look for a new job in what looks like a demilitarised zone in the projects.The previous night, Baskerville had decided to sleep in one of several vacant buildings near the I.M.P building until their opening hours.There was no sign of any decent hotels in the area, but he didn't feel confident enough to try his luck even if there were any.
After an incident involving a pcp addicted spider in kinky boots and his disgusting moth pimp that is eerie similar to Spikes description of Angelus, he had good reason not to.
He didn't want to risk visiting or staying in hotels/brothels because that previously mentioned moth, Valentino? is what is referred to as an overlord, a hell equivalent to what a human would typically think of a mob boss.
he had an iron clad monopoly over on the hells porn industry, which does includes brothels. Anything that takes place on a hard surface, in an alley, or on set in front of a camera, the proceeds must go to him...or else.
It's the reason why when he was at that strip club, he happened across the moth demon beating up his top moneymaker, treating him he was one of his hos.
Still, double fortunate as well that the sun down here had no lethal effect on him, the main reason why he found getting around the city so easy. Not just that, but finding the building was even easier than he thought.
And why wouldn't it? Not when a bill board nearby advertising for I.M.P nearby was next to it a few hundred feet away with the worst grammar imaginable as if the one who wrote it couldnt even write or be botheted to check gramar for the juvenile presentation properly if they tried.
When Baskerville finally stepped inside, he recalled the instructions given to him by Stolas. As he was heading to the floor that he specified that the office was on, Baskerville notes how seemly normal the buildings interior is in comparison to the lavish manison he had been staying in.
It was as if he never left the living world behind and in case he forgets where he is, he just needs to see worlds sky that its red not blue. All he had to do now was look for the logo to his new job.
Okay, Baskerville thought to himself, "You left Spike and Drusilla for this, so make it count, dont screw up,"
it wasnt long until he found his door, to his right, so he opened it.
Heres to hoping that his partner from japan could take him on as an employee to help him since their impromptu team up from before had allowed them to benefit and prosper.
The next few moments took the hellborne sinnervamp by suprise. The first thing that he saw when he entered the door was...a werewolf?
Using a strange looking phone? with no buttons? yet doing things all just from tapping on the screen?
Wait, is it a she? or what he hopes is a She? Considering the amount of stuff he has seen over the course of his stay at the Goetia's, this beautiful girl could just be a man in drag or Tim Curry from rocky horror show...a transvestite.
Complicated demon world this is! He thought.
A man can be mistaken for a woman and vice versa, men and women can get together in same sex relation, or have open relationships with mutiple partners. Gender down here meant nothing at all when it came to bedroom antics.
Getting back to the receptionist, what had Stolas said these creatures were? Hell, something? they were apparently at the bottom of the demon hierarchy even further below than imps.
As he ponders on the species name, he could not help but feel the crimson gaze of the humanised dog looking up and down at him as if valuating his being.
What a big snout she has! he thought. And her eyes? her eyes red with white pupils were seemly undressing him to see what lay beyond the veil. Wait...
Was she? was she checking him out? Should it really be the other way round since she's the beautiful one here? He's never had a chance at romance before, not even on extended stays throughout Europe where the air was rife with life and the pleasures of the world can be enjoyed to its fullest.
Although it might have been for the best, Slayers has always been female and only female. He didn't want to run the risk of falling in love with a girl and have to kill her after finding out she is his sworn enemy.
He doesn't have to, of course, feeling that spike would more or less understand if he went down with that route.
But, as someone with a personal grudge against the slayers, the watchers and whoever's clever idea was to grant them their power, he can not let up.
Why have there never been any male slayers I will never know. he bitterly thought
As he looked far into the abyss that were goth girls eyes, he noticed just how much like a dog she was. From tilting her head to the side, looking when curious, to even twitching her canine ears as she listens, he wonders if she would be okay with being patted on the head later down the line. If he got to know her better, of course, maybe.
The only times that Baskerville had ever seen a dog was when Dru would bring one home until it died from not being fed or as something to eat or both when she was finished with it.
Maybe he should have chosen to go to Korea, at least, dogs as a meal was normal to the people living there and Dru can have all the jack russells and pitbulls she can eat with none batting a eye to the crazy dog lady.
"er Hello,"
Baskerville, remembering his reason for visiting, turned back to the wolf girl to ask for Mr Blitz. She just smiled as she buzzed him in. He noticed that she still had the semi dreamy look in her eyes,
Am I really that attractive now? Baskerville thought as he gave his name to the receptionist.
As his form disappeared to the seatte, Loona came out of her own stupor she rarely felt weak at the knees for anyone, and she normally sticks to her own kind, but here she was, eyeing some rando she doesnt even know just because of how he spoke his name amd how he looked.
Not because she doesn't like them or shes a racist, of course, but because of a pack-like mentality that is present with hellhounds similar to the dogs or the wolves in the living world.
"The fuck was that?" she muttered, unbelieving what had happened. She nearly threw herself at him and didn't know anything beyond his name. she would have to keep an eye on this one in future, if he decides to stick around.
Meanwhile, with Imp in the living world, a building site in Boston,
"Mox, can you see this prick?"
if one were to ask about the life of Moxxie, it would be...eventful. from being part of his dads outfit in greed to being abandoned by his ex-boyfriend on a heist to finally meeting the Imp that he could have a hero worship with that was not present with his dad.
Moxxie would say he was at his happiest in life when he met his Millie, his wife, a woman good she was a sin, so sinful that its worth all the damnation that she can offer.
"Yes, Sir, I do"
"Good so pwease do me a wittle favour and stop squeezing your rifle as if it's your dick and fuck this bitch already!" Blitz yelled very impatient.
Moxxie, Millie and their boss Blitz are in an Construction site across from the office complex that their target resides, Apparently the client claimed to be literally worked to death during work hours, forced to do constant all nighters and without being paid for overtime. Moxxie the team's sharpshooter was aiming his rifle at the supposed sweat shop taskmaster they need to kill.
"fine"
But Moxxie has doubts. there's no sign of neglect in the office, no body looked like they had been worked like a horse and a beaten like a dead one. just your regular ten to nine wage slave set up with cubicles on several floors and nothing more.
"er Boss?" The southern accented wife of Moxxie spoke
"Yes, millie? What is it?"
"The Client wants us to whack his boss? Again? Have we been getting those quite a... lot recently? not that im complaining."
"Sure, Mils, But thats the thing" Blitz smiled happy to explain "Because in this day and age of corporations, Wall Street and Kurt Douglas, in the workforce can and will go crazy from the constant work and stress. Through the presentations, they have to write out and even the rejects and approvals they have to give. Sometimes its all three, and thats just only the things they have to do without the aid of a balding asshole stiff with something stiffed, stuck up his ass wagging his stubby finger at them."
"A bit like you, sir?" Moxxie sassed, thinking some of the things said were pretty on the nose.
"Yes, Moxxie, that's ri.., I mean no!" Blitz shouted, hearing the remark. "This is the reason why we are a family company." Blitz emphasised. "Normal companies dont care about employees' well-being or offer rewards for a job well done. They cut corners to screw them over then burn the earth for minimum wage! I am about family first, tending to people like you, your wife and, and... Oh! Christ, oh a stick, Mox. .Just how long are you going to wait for your shot? Hes, right, Fucking, there!"
"Sir, are you sure this is the right target?" Moxxie asked, " Despite matching the description, I expected something a bit more blatant than this! besides you think with what we do that we should... HEY!"
Moxxie suddenly felt a strong tug on the end of his rifle. Blitz, having enough of the delay, tried to snatch the gun away wanting to take the shot himself.They have yet to get to work on the other office related hits, and Blitz himself had accepted a bunch in bulk to net some seriously massive profit for the company. Either that or cater to his love of horses, which ever came first, mostly his love of horses.
"Sir? what are you doing?" Moxxie exclaimed.
The Fuck does it look like? hurrying this shit along because we have several more after this, and i have been far too away from Loonie for far too long! we haven't even been back home once for three days! and it's all your fault!
Well, you should have thought of that when you accepted this contract. I told you this needs more prep and a bigger team to carry it out successfully, but no! you have to do it your way, nobody elses way but your own..
Boys! Could you stop fighting before someone gets hurt? Millie called out. However, Blitz did not look concerned, believing the situation was well at hand. "Mils dont worry." Blitz assured her.
"Nothing bad is going to happen we're kust rough housing besides Moxxie probably just kept the rifle safety..."
Bang!
"On?"
A loud noise ehco through out the site Moxxie rifle had just being triggered. The bullet ejected leaving it hellfire steel casing behind, the bullet blasted through one of their Targets office windows but no where near the targets office.
It actually went through a few office walls, a couple of cubicles, and even employees before eventually going into the break room where it destroyed the offices only coffee machine.
and coffee jar
seeing the essence of their coffee beans spill all over the carpet floor, it sent the break room into a full blown panic
"Noooo!!!!!" the office workers cried as their only constant friend was absorbed through the carpet.
one of the employees in the break room ran forth into the office expanse in a mad dash, some of the workers who were working stood up to see the comotion unaware of the next few moments thats about to unfold.
Everyone, i dont mean to alarm you at this time, but...
"We are out of coffee!!!"
Suddenly, an eerie silence had taken over the current floor, and the workforce had come to a sandstill with horrified expressions as each word sunk. The tension was thick like thetr was a bomb waiting to go off and after a 2 min silence, then finally came... chaos!
"Ahhhhhh!"
The entire building went into full-blown panic mode as there one constant campanion who kept them active and alert through the day was now gone. It quickly devolved from there, there was a riot, fires began showing up everywhere, important papers and documents raining down like snow and over the top volience from everyone.
Somebody had even strapped someone else to a propane tank to make them fly around the office right to the point until it exploded outside!
the imps across the street just watched the chaos gob smacked,
well, that escalated rather quicky
"you think?" Moxxie exclaimed
"oh dont blame me, Mox, for your shortcomings! I only wanted to just do the shot and move on!"
But despite the unnecessary property damage, what's done is done. The job was now complete, but Blitz really needs some RnR after this. He didn't care about the other targets from the other clients. He just wanted to see his beloved loonie toonie.
well, boss, at least the target is dead Millie confirms pointing to an the dead body of there target that fell to his death with...wait look, Millie grabing a pair of binoculars looked at the building next door, it was also a office building, the layout is the same apart from...
"Guys, I dont think that was our guy he is!" she saw an oppressive atmosphere perminating that airspace. There was rarely any light inside save for the one produced by the sun, outside. she finally found the real target armed with a bullwhip enforcing his corporate doctrine to an employee with every lash.
"Wait then who the fuck was this one?" Blitz interjected going looking back to the assumed target
"No idea? His brother?" Millie suggested thinking over the possibility Blitz couldn't argue with the logic.
He could go further the reasoning why both brothers' businesses were next to one another, but He wasn't a detective, he was an assassin.
And this assassin wants this done...now.
Okay, that would make a lot of sense, Mox, take the shot while there's still time, and if you mess around anymore. Im going to doc you!
whee woo, whee woo, whee.
before the imps could do anything the emergency services arrived, police had arrived with swat, paramedics were on stand by even the fire department were fetching the hoses, closing down the area
"Oh fuck this cannot be happening to me!"
"Sir, we have to abort. If we stay now, we are going to get caught"
However, by a bit of dumb luck, one of the swat vans came on a bit too fast and crashed into the first building, taking out the right side, causing an explosion that destroyed a support beam. it started slow, but the building soon tipped of like a domino knocking over the actual target building. Again, this is all caused by dumb luck.
"let's hope this one kills him." Blitz muttered
Back in Hell
Baskerville had been waiting in the reception for twenty minutes, the receptionist had not came over to check on him instead looked a him from afar she was a little...Weird.
To past the time he looked on his hellphone, a present he got from Stolas, looking at the sinsternet, trying to find any additional information on hells rings and the city's infrastructure not wanting to go those areas blind just in case.
A pentagram portal opens up next to loonas desk. The Imps had returned. Moxxie, Millie, and Blitz came out of it all covered in debris from the chaos that unfolded. Completely exhausted, they didn't even notice their guest sitting down. As millie went to get water from the water cooler and Blitz wipes off the dust from his suit with a cloth, Moxxie was complementing some changes to the company
"Sir, I think we should cancel the rest of the contracts" he told his boss as he emptied his rifles Magazine
"What?"
"That got way over our heads!" Moxxie Continuted. "We were lucky to escape this time. I told you this would happen, I told you this was going to be a group effort, but you're still not listening to me!"
"Mox, who told you to be a bitch?" Blitz complained rubbing his aching head "This is only a minor setback, and we have already been paid in advanced for all of them. Look, i may ask for payment up front, but It doesn't mean I do a shitty job because i got said cash up front."
Blitz then turns to his stepdaughter, still seated in her chair. He is about to give her a hug, but loona growls, discouraging her step dad not to touch her.okay, loona jeez
"Oh yeah by the way, a total good-looking rando came by, says he's here to see you."
Now that got the imps attention, not that someone was here to see them for a hit, but the fact loona called the potential Client goodlooking openly was just too weird even for hell.
Just who was this guest the MnMs wondered, Moxxie hoped it wasn't another 'office job' since IMP was very understaffed. And Millie Hoped it was some new Boyfriend. since one of the hellhounds past times was making fun of his weight and a boyfriend would take attention away from her past time.
"Is it Stolas?" Blitz Dead panned, hoping it wasn't him."Because I am so not in the mood for phone sex right now!"
Blitz had a very complicated history with the royal, not that it's bad, just complicated. He was grateful that the prince had treated him to lu lu world when he was an impling, and on the princes' own birthday too! Actually, he still does that burglar game, still plays to this day, playing with people who screwed him over, screwing them back in the process.
By the next time he saw Stolas again, twenty years had passed, and he was entering his early thirties. When he learned about a book that can grant demons access to the living world at a bar over drunken ramble, he initially wanted to get it for his newly formed assassination business to start it apart from the rest.
But there was just one problem, it was owned by Stolas, the man he could consider a true Fatherly figure.
So when he did what he did to get the grimore, although the act was probably one of the most passionate times he ever had, he felt he had destroy one of the most important memories of his childhood. Blitz felt guilt that he reduced the once fatherly Prince, that showed kindness to a snot nosed impling like him, to a sex starved simp that can only speak in lust fueled swears.
Nowadays, Stolas would drop by the office to either offer the occasional hit when business is slow or outright flirt with him wanting more of his big dick, mainly his dick. Still conflicted with his feelings for the bird, Blitz kept a special panic button just for when Stolas got... too much, so with that said...
Still good-looking? just who was Loonie Toonie talking about again? was it a boyfriend? he wondered he just had to find out this mysterious person and if he had put the moves on her yet.
"No, Blitz, it's not that clingy asshole. Though he did have an accent like his, he looked rather human, too, and mysterious."
What? all three imps cried in unison
a human? here? in hell? at I.M.P?
"Loonie? What did he look like? where is he now?"
"Right here, Blitzy!" a familiar voice called
Blitz slowly turned around to face the direction of the voice, the MnMs followed suit. Though it wasn't Stolas, Blitz still had recognised its owner. A month had gone by, but he never forgot the human he had met.
"Been waiting for you."
sitting with a flask in hand and dressed in black in a shirt that hugged his body, Baskerville rose off of the seatte and approached the imps.
as he moved towards the imps, Blitz noticed something was different about the former human, mainly his skin, it was very pale, his brown hair was now a dark blue, with Dark lips, and those eyes! A yellow draped through the amazon on the back of a...
"Baskerville? youre here? Blitz asked, confused for the vampires presence.
"Wait, don't tell me you offed yourself just to join my company?"
the Imp couple looked at their employer, this was the first time seeing the man their boss had spoken about so much when he got back.
"Boss, is that him?" Millie Asked
"Well? yes, I guess. " Blitz admits sheepishly rubbing the back of his head,
"the one who killed the target? with you"
Yes moxxie he did kill the bitch with me.
"The one you met on the one contract that does not net us any capital what so ever?"
At the end of his with the former circus Imp screamed, really not feeling up to explaining shit right now. Instead of answering more questions, He approaches Baskerville with open arms, taking Baskervilles hands into his own for a hand shake.
Seriously, how did you get here?
Portal Baskerville bluntly states you left one on earth
"what?" everybody exclaimed. This had been the first time anybody has accidentally had ever fell into hell Alive.
The previous one that entered didn't count since IMP had brought him there just because of a lack of 'insurance' but killed him later after he back mouthed the company.
That and it turned out that he was the target all along. Moxie was still shocked that someone wanted them to kill a child.
"Baskerville, would you mind joining us in the office?" Blitz asked to which Baskerville smiles agreeing to go with him.
"sure thing, I have bussiness with you anyway."
"Great, you can tell me all about it there."
As Baskerville follows Blitz into the office, Loona was still in her chair. Taking a break from her phone, she used a mirror compact to apply some more 'Devils kiss' foundation on parts that have run out.
Whilst in her task, she noticed something rather strange, Something was missing she looked back at Baskerville, then turned back towards her mirror, and finally realised what it was.
Baskerville was the only one who didn't appear in the mirror.
Loona thought about it for a moment, wondering if she should say something, but then no more deciding that fact was not really important right now and went back to regular routine.
However, IMP resident hellhound was not the only one in the office who had a suspicion on the "human"
"Millie?"
"Yes, moxxie?"
"Did that human look weird to you? he didn't look normal.""Apart from looking like a human Stolas? not really. He seems nice and polite. I just wonder what horrible thing he had done to come here?"
End of Chapter
Okay, may hold off to build up to hempfrys where a certain slayer will meet our vampire from hell.
still, I took a bit of time on this. I had no idea how to end this chapter, so I ended with Baskerville going into a meeting with Blitz. Hopefully getting a job.
I also thought I would introduce IMP through the hit in Boston and show how I think a typical day would be like.l, completely chaotic, and over the top. I hope I caught the spirit of them.
One more thing, I noticed people on the site normally take a month to produce a chapter. A day if you work fast. Just you all know I plan to release this chapters monthly, It will give me the chance to check grammar and spelling mistakes.
see you later