A Helluva Boss Story

Different Kinds of Fire 2.0

Chapter 2

Welcome to Hell

(As I said before, I'm keeping my OC in the story, but things will go differently for her. As in, how she meets the Imps and comes to work for them will go in a different direction. Example, I'll be adding the song Alice by Avril Lavigne. Thought it would fit into this chapter. Oh, and this is going to be from my OC's POV)

~? POV~

My head is killing me. I've got the worst headache imaginable at the moment. I let out a small groan as I open my eyes. Everything is blurry at the moment. I can see a bright red light, but that's about it.

Trippin' out, Spinnin' around
I'm underground, I fell down
Yeah, I fell down

I can't say I know what happened entirely, but I do know this, my head is spinning, my vision is blurry, I'm laying on the cold damp ground, and my body is aching. I blink my eyes a couple times until the clear up and I can see. Slowly, I move my body to a sitting position. Going against the pain I'm feeling, I tough it up and sit up. Looking around, I take in my new surroundings. It looks like I'm in an empty alleyway, but I don't know how I got here.

I'm freakin' out, so where am I now?
Upside down and I can't stop it now
It can't stop me now,

I rub my head as I try to remember what happened. The last thing I remember was being at my house. I was in the kitchen chopping some carrots when my dad came in, or rather, he slammed the door open. Then he stormed into the kitchen half alert and drunk, yelling at me over something completely ridiculous. He came right up to me, yelling in my ears which was killing my eardrums. He eventually walked away to the fridge, where he took out a beer. As if he wasn't drunk enough he goes and makes himself worse. I try to focus on dinner, but then the drunk bastard wobbles over, splurging about some stupid shit I couldn't understand.

My attention was on the carrots, but when dad started rubbing my body in a slow seductive way I stopped everything. A cold chill ran down my spin, sweat formed and dripped down my forehead, I could even hear my heart pounding in an unrhythmic pattern. Drunk as he was, the man still had the sense to touch me like I was asking for it. I gave him a gentle push, but he came right back. I tried to push harder, but he held his grip on me. I kept pushing and shoving until he got angry, but his hands wouldn't let go of me.

The bastard never knew when to quit. He took it a step further by groping my ass. Without thinking, I punched him right in the face. Aiming directly at the nose, he released me instantly. Taking a few steps back, holding his bloody nose.

Ohhh

I,
I'll get by
I,
I'll survive

After that, things got out of hand. The last thing I remember before blacking out was yelling, screaming, and blood. There was quite a bit of blood. I think I might have stabbed my dad a couple times out of rage. Then I think he got me a couple times. That's all I remember. Now that I've awoken, something feels off. I know I'm not home. I know I'm not in my yard. I know and should be grateful that I'm not buried alive. Upon closer inspection, if I had to guess, I'm probably in Hell. I should be freaking out, but I'm actually relieved. I'm free from my father and his control. Nobody can ever touch me again. Getting up on my feet, I stretched, loosened my body. Give my arms and legs a good shake. Then, I began to think.

When the world's crashin' down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I,
I won't cry

If I'm in Hell, I need to figure out a couple things. First of all, I need to be alert of demons lurking around, but then again, I'm a new sinner, I should be safe, right? Taking a look at my hands, they were a dark red color. That seemed odd. Looking around, I found pieces of a broken mirror shattered around on the ground near a trash can. I walked up to it then crouched down to get a better view of my reflection. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a face I hardly recognized as my own. My skin turned red, my eyes were bright yellow, I had small black horns on my head, my hands looked fine but my feet had morphed into hoofs. And did I mention, I now had a tail?

I'll play the game, but I can't stay
I've got my head on straight, and I'm not gonna change
I'm not gonna change

I'm guessing Hell does things differently to people when they die compared to Heaven. Standing up, I realized I had to figure out how I was going to survive down here. With little knowledge and resources, I was on my own. Walking out of the alley, all I could do was walk around until I found somewhere to go or someone who could help me.

I'll win the race, keep up with the pace
Today's the day, that I start to pray
You can't get in my way

No

As I walking, I took a good look around the area. This might have been Hell, but the structure and landscaped looked similar to that back above on Earth. If it wasn't for the red sky with the large pentagram symbol and the demons walking, I'd think I was still alive and back on Earth. Sadly, I knew this wasn't true. I had died, and yet, I was reborn as a demon living in Hell. Though just what had I turned into was the big question. I think I'm an imp, from what I remember from this book I read on monsters and demons. Guess this isn't terrible. I could have turned into something far worse, but didn't, thankfully.

I,
I'll get by
I,
I'll survive

I kept walking past several demons of different shapes, sizes, color, and style. No one seemed to pay me much mind which was fine with me. Don't need to draw in any unnecessary attention to myself. Just want to find a motel to stay at, or maybe a job to help me on my feet. Wish I had a watch on me to tell what time it was. After a while of more walking I noticed something from the corner of my eye. There was a 'Help Wanted' sign on the front door of a large building. Walking closer, I inspected the sign. Upon further inspection, I noticed the sign had directions on it.

'Hey there, looking for a job that's simple, but don't have any major skills?! Look no further, here at I.M.P. we're looking for anyone who can handle any weapon given to them and is up for killing some human bastards assigned to us by our clients! Come to our office on the top floor and ask for Blitzo! The 'O' is silent FYI.'

After reading the sign I was surprised. Who knew Hell had a place where demons would come to hire other demons to kill people for them. Guess anything can happen in Hell these days. Rereading the sign, it mentioned handle any weapon. I wonder if a kitchen knife counts? I know it can be used as a weapon, and the instructions don't give any specific details on weapons. Only thing I'm a tad unsure of is killing people. I know I attacked my father, but that was self-defense. The bastard was alive before everything went black, and yet I'm in Hell while he's still walking about on Earth. If I had money, I would go to these guys and hire them to kill my bastard father myself. Sadly, I don't have money, these guys are hiring, and if I'm going to survive, this may be what I do to support myself.

I could continue to walk around in hope of finding another Help Wanted sign. Maybe there's something better out there I could do for money. It's possible, but I'm not sure if I'm comfortable walking around in an area I'm not familiar with. Not to mention, I have no idea what kind of freaks I could run into on the street. This is probably the safest way to go. Opening the door, I stepped inside to meet with destiny.

When the world's crashin' down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me
I,
I won't cry

I made my way up the elevator to the top floor. Walking down the hallway I found the door to the I.M.P. office on my right side. I opened the door and found a regular looking office. Looking around the main office space had stripped wallpaper on the walls. Some furniture and a couple potted plants to make the place a little more homey if you want to call it that. There was a desk that had a computer, an old fashion dial phone that looked like a bone, and working at the desk was a girl. Well she was a girl but not human. She actually resembled a grey wolf, but she wore gothic rocker style clothes and her eyes were a piercing glowing red. She was sitting at the desk reading a magazine.

I walked up to her desk, letting out a cough to get her attention. She looked up from the magazine at me.

"Uh, hey there." I said a tad awkwardly. "I saw the sign out front as was hoping to apply for a job."

She didn't say anything at first. Looking me up and down to get a good look at me. "You, want to apply for a job here?" She didn't sound convinced by my request.

"Well, yeah. I just arrived here and I need a job to earn money to support myself." I explained making my point. "So, if I could talk to whoever's in charge..."

Luckily, I didn't have to wait very long, someone came out of the door near the desk that said Blitz on it.

Now when I say someone came out I do mean someone but at the same time I wasn't looking at a human. Being in Hell I should accept seeing monstrous creatures and what not but is everybody down here a demon or monster and no longer human? That remains to be answered. Getting back to who came out through the door. I saw whoan imp like me, who appeared male. With long horns that kind of curved back a little and were black and white stripped. The gentleman had glowing yellow eyes with red pupils just like me but he had these large white spots on his body. One in particular on his face along with some kind of black marking symbol on his forehead. He wore along black coat and boots and his teeth were sharp looking just like a shark. When our eyes met he looked interested.

I found myself (Myself) in Wonderland
Get back on (Back on) my feet (My feet) again (Again)
Is this real? (Is this real?)
Is it pretend? (Is it pretend?)
I'll take (I'll take) a stand (A stand) until (Until) the end

"Looney, why didn't you tell me we have a new client?" The imp said to the wolf named Looney as he called her. I think it's short for Loona or something.

"She's not a client, she's looking for a job here."

"A job? She saw our sign?" That put a big smile on his face. Then he ran over, though he didn't have far to run, and started shaking my hand fiercely. "Welcome, the name is Blitzo, the 'O' is silent."

"Blitzo? Isn't that like a clown name or..." He cut me off.

"Yeah, ignore that. Anyway, you're interested in applying for a job here?" He said, changing the topic.

""Uh yeah, about that, it said you're looking for people who can kill humans?" I said trying to understand.

"You Betcha! Here at I.M.P. we meet with clients who are looking for revenge on the people who sent them to Hell in the first place. Best of all, we can get as creative as possible. As long as we kill those bastards, we get paid." Blitz explained.

"Uh huh... here's the thing, I am or was a human who just died. Killing people isn't something I'd normally do. I only ended up down here because my dad was trying to touch me inappropriately, so I stabbed him with the kitchen knife. Then he got back at me, and I died." I told him.

"Uh huh." Blitz nodded his head after hearing my story. Not sure if he was actually paying attention to what I just told him. "So, you just died, you saw our help wanted sign and figured you'd apply for a job. Despite your lack of killing skills?"

"Well... yeah, guess so." I said.

"And you just died so you're homeless, right?" Said Blitz.

"Yes."

"Mmhm, okay, hang on."

I,
I'll get by
I,
I'll survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me!
I, I won't cry

Blitz pulled out a microphone from behind Loona's desk. Calling out the names of his other employees.

"M&M, GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!"

It wasn't even five seconds when two small demons came into the room. One a male the other a female. The male had white hair and his horns had this wave to them and he wore a nice suit with a big red bowtie. The girl had short messy black hair matching her pointed horns and outfit. She had on a big smile while holding the male demon's hand.

"Was it really necessary to yell for us when we were right in the other room sir?" The small male demon asked.

"Yes it was now shut up we've got someone who wants to join I.M.P." Blitz said, a big smile on his face.

"Oh goodie is it the young lady here Blitz?" The small female demon asked.

"It sure is Mill, meet Becky. She's thinking of joining our killing spree business, but lacks some necessary requirements. Namely killing people, other than attacking and trying to kill her old man. She needs to learn how to use weapons and that is where we come in!"

"Uh sir, are you sure its such a good idea to allow someone with little to no experience using a weapon to join I.M.P.? This might be too much for Becky since she's so young and innocent looking."

'Well its nice to have someone consider my well being and safety.'

"I know what your thinking Moxie but worry not. With our skills and talent this kid will become a killing machine!"

"I don't know sir." Said Moxxie.

"Come on Mox, get that stick out of your ass. I say we give her a chance. She may surprise us. (big smile)"

"(heavy sigh) Alright, but somebody should watch her. Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble."

"I agree one hundred percent Moxxie. That's why you and Millie are going to have her live with you and be responsible for her when I'm not around."

"What?!"

"Hey she's new and homeless and needs a place to crash for the time being."

"Why our house sir? Why not with you and Loona?"

"Because, Looney doesn't get alone with other people, and my house is already a mess with junk. Besides you two have a guest room that's never used and would be perfect for this girl."

"Sir how do you know we have a guest bedroom?"

"Oh, I crashed there one night after have too many drinks at a bar. Your place was closer then mine so... I just snuck inside and fell asleep in your guest room. Think I feel asleep on the floor. Then I woke up and left the next morning before the two of you woke up."

"What the?! I knew I heard something that night! That explains why the room smelled of liquor and vomit the following morning! GAH!"

"Mox calm down." Said Millie, rubbing his arm as an act of comfort. "I'm sure it was a one time thing and the man needed a place to crash that he was aware of."

"Grr...our house. He snuck into our house Millie. He went through our house." Moxxie was more than pleased with this.

"Yeah, yeah, cry me a river and get that stick out of your ass Mox. Either help the kid or not. It's entirely your call."

"(mumbling under his breathe) Grr...alright, alright, we'll take her in, but no more sneaking into our house."

"Excellent! Hear that Becky? You've got a roof over your head. Now about that job..."

"Look, I'll be frank with you guys. While this may be a tad out of my comfort zone, I am willing to give this a try. Despite my lack of experience, this is probably the best line of work I'll have down here. Can't say I'll enjoy it, but it's better than the shitty life I was living with my dad." I explained.

"I LOVE IT! YOUR HIRED!" Said Blitz, shaking my hand like crazy.

'Oh what did I get myself into?' I thought to myself.

I,
I'll get by
I,
I'll survive
When the world's crashin' down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop me!
I, and I won't cry

And done with the first officially chapter.

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