Chapter 4
The following fanfiction is a fan made dub based on Vizziepop's Helluva boss/Hazbin hotel. All you read is all for fan entertainment. Please support the official release.
Surrounded by angry high-ranking gangsters in the middle of the boss's office, the three imps are caught off guard.
With a magnum revolver, Max the boss walks up to the three disguised imps to angrily shout, "I said who the FUCK are you freaks! I'll give you ten secs to explain yer selves or else you will be eating bullets in your corpses!"
Blitz being an idiot smirks and slowly tries to take his signature gold gun in his jacket, "For your info old man we are here to-"
Blitz gets cut off by Moxxie who buts, "We are hoping if we could…roll in with you guys!"
"Really?" Milie questions with a raised brow. Blitz however did not like what Moxxie did.
So he leans to the side of Moxxie's head and whispers, "Mox WTF are you doing?"
"Trying not to get us killed and besides," Moxxie points with his eyes to Razer who is pointing an 10mm SMG at them behind Max. "I think we should maybe try getting to his good side and maybe try to convince him!"
(Razer POV)
As the disguised Imps whisper to each other, Razer still has his gun pointed at them like the other swarms of gangsters. However, they seem familiar to Razer. Their red skins, the pointy tails, the eyes, the teeth, lack of noses. They resemble almost like himself and his old lady. He slowly walks up to the side of his dad and whispers, "pops, do those three weirdos look familiar?"
Max squints his eyes for a closer look at the three for a brief few seconds until he realizes his son is up to something smart. "Why yes," Max whispers back, "They seem to resemble…"
Max pauses himself. Razer gives him a curious yet sus look, wondering what his dad is going to do.
"You morons say you want to ride with the Metal Scamps?" Max barks keeping his gun pointed.
Razer widens his eyes in shock and looks to his dad. The three imps break their private conversation and turn their attention to Max. The middle tall one speaks with a grin showing his yellow sharp teeth, "Why yes! like what mr baby hands here said we will love to pop some heads with…the Metal Scamps!"
"OOOOOO, I always wanted know how it feels like to be part of a very strrrrrooong gang ripen them throats in the streets hahahah!" Milie squeals with a manic laugh. The surrounding gang members look at her as if she is going crazy.
"Hahaha! From that wild lady alone tells me you got the gang banging spirit," Max laughs with a tone of one being impressed. He draws back his revolver and continues, "but you think your good enough to ride along with us?"
Blitz makes confidant smile and responds, "Well big guy, Let me tell you this. We have a fair share of killing foks who piss us off. Hearing about the Metal Scamps making government foks wet their pants off, so we thought about…going to for the big Prize!"
Blitz exaggerates, beaming his eyes as if he found treasure.
Razer however does not approve at all. Who the heck are those freaky clown shits anyway. They could be spies working for the feds. So he has to step up and call out his father.
"TIME OUT! TIME OUT! Don't tell me you're actually going to let the little red dwarves join us!"
"HEY! Who are you calling a red dwarf you prudish asshole!?" Blitz jumps in sounding a bit offended before crossing his arms.
"Why not? We still need more bags of blood around here with a pair of balls of steel!" Max boasts then looks at Razer into his eyes with a glare. "Not to mention, we need to replace the boys who got killed thanks to your little stunt."
"Little stunt?" Razer repeats sounding a bit nervous while starting to sweat.
"A stunt that involves you getting wasted and started a reckless gun blazing tirade like a stupid clown!" Max scolds Razer jabbing one of his ringed fingers at the ladder's chest.
"You know about that?"
"Hell, yeah, I know. I got a few calls from my informants that you somehow got drunk at the job, barged into the bank guns blazing like a maniac! Not to mention you got two of our boys killed!" Max finishes his point making the three imps go 'ooooooooh'.
Razer somehow remembers that day. With a few grumbles he says, "Ok pop but… aren't you worried they might be spies? I mean think of it. They somehow come out of nowhere like a hobo mugging you for change! And speaking of that?"
Razer turns his mad gaze at the three imps. "How did you freaks even get here?"
"Um well," Blitz tries to think but Millie decides to speak.
"OH OH, we were doing some walking about at dat construction site where we saw you endure dat pain and gutted at them suits!"
"You guys were at that construction site!?" Razer shrieks in surprise.
"We were indeed!" Moxxie speaks. "And I got to say despite the pain you were very incredible and perceptive finding available weapons!"
"What my fwends are trying to say is that despite you feeling like shit, you showed a lot of assassin material!" Blitz finishes only to get stares from the gangsters in the big office until blitz breaks the silence, "Oh huh, to answer another part of your question, we took a piggy back ride from under that car you took."
"Damm" Razer mutters. He is pretty impressed that the three little red dwarves manage to sneak under the SUV without him knowing.
With a grin Max announces, "Well then, even though I should shot you intruders at the spot, from what I am hearing, I think you three have some potential."
Razer turns to Max and asks still skeptical, "I guess, but are you really sure they are scamp material? I mean, they still gotta be 'Forged' to roll with us!"
"Razo boy is right about dat boss", a voice of another teen yet southern and snarky speaks. All eyes turn to the office entrance doors to see a new figure enter. Razer hisses angrily at the figure.
The young teen is Caucasian male with short, brushed back pitch black hair wearing a western style clothing along with an orange long sleeved shirt and a big black cowboy hat.
"What do you want Damian?" Razer hisses to himself. Damian as Razer views him is a total prick who somehow rolled into his life with the metal scamps only to annoy him more. That was two years ago after the incident with his old lady. Yet, Damian somehow rose through the ranks like a sharp knife cutting butter. Even worse, he has more respect than him among the gang which angers him. Even, even, worse, that cowboy ass is very full of shit always bragging about being the best around.
The three Imps, Blitz specifically notices Razer's anger towards the human name Damian with curiosity. Meanwhile, Damian just trots in like he is some pirate captain notice giving a shit by the curious stares by the guards, Max, the imps, and of course Razer.
Damian walks past the Imps all the way next to Max's side. He looks up to reveal a grinning face, sharp teeth, pointed nose, a scare across his face, and some pointed ears under his big western hat. His hair color is jet black and when he opens his eyes, they reveal his eye colors are a red color around the serpent like irises as if he is a cambion like Razer. The three imps are like scared shit at his appearance as if they saw him before.
"Every little fucker gotta do it," Damian tilts his body to give a snarky grin at Razer. "Right Razo boy?"
Razer only growls in response.
Max however scratches his beard and says in agreement, "Of course"
He looks at the imps "You three think you could survive the forging?"
Blitz grins proudly and boasts, "I don't know what this forging is but I say we could handle any challenge you throw right as us!"
"Yeeehaaaa! That's right! Do we have to rip apart some vermin? Blow up some buildings?" Millie brainstorms with excitement. Moxxie however looks scared earning a glare from Blitz expecting the former not to wuss out.
"Um yeah of course! We could handle any challenge to flex our…gang banging skills," Moxxie states with a confident smile.
(The following night)
Razer finds himself walking down the hall of the HQ resembling a college dorm. He looks very frustrated with his hands in his jacket pockets, grumbling to himself, and making small stomps on the floor. Being treated like an outcast is one thing but now some weirdos who look like him and his old lady appear out of nowhere. Lord knows why his dad is letting them into the gang.
Razer approaches one door. He takes out a key from his pocket and unlocks the door to his personal room without knowing the three imps are silently following him.
"'sighs' home sweet home," Razer breathes his good moment as he flips the light switch to reveal a normal looking living room with a nice spacious kitchen at the side. The walls are colored bright grey with lots of punk themed decorations. There is even a poster of 'the road warrior'.
Closing the door, Razer proceeds to a nearby couch with a big plasma screen TV in front. To kill the rest of the night, he turns on his video game console to play a game that involves hijacking cars and doing crimes at the streets.
While Razer plays his game with a psychotic looking grin, enjoying the violence he is committing in the game, his front door is being locked picked. With a click, the door slowly opens to reveal three glowing yellow eyes peeping in.
(Max POV)
Still in his fancy office, Max is in front of a window gazing at the city he rules while smoking a cigar.
"Dear lord I am getting close. I hope I make the money in time to rebuild what that bitch has ruined."
Max reaches into his pocket to take out his own locket. With a click, the locket reveals himself having a selfie with the red imp lady he loved right by a beach. His favorite memory with her. The day he revealed his feelings for her. He did not care if she is a being from Hell. What he did care is that she is her own person at heart.
Shedding a tear, Max closes his locket into a fist and places it on his chest. "Oh Matilda…After all we have done together."
Suddenly a knocking is heard. Max turns his head to the side and shouts, "What is it?"
The door opens and enters Damian holding what looks like a home phone.
"You have call from this guy who calls himself…Satan?" the lad asks keeping his smirk for an odd reason. "He sounds really pissed."
'oh shit! I thought we still have time?!' Max mutters to himself looking freaked out.
He rushes to Damian and grabs the phone. Max orders Damian to leave him be as he makes his call.
"Howdy there how is it going," Max greets.
"What happened Max," a demonic voice of one around the age of mid thirty.
"Me and the boys have been going through a lot problems lately you see," Max tries to explain with a hint of fear.
"I ask of you…WHAT HAPPENED!?" the same voice shouts again causing Max the flinch.
"Whoa hold your horses partner, No need to get that pissed."
(Scene shift)
A scene shifts to a fancy western style bedroom with hellish themes, a large demon creature sits on his bed with a phone in his claw.
The large demon resembles a cross between a red furred wolf bred with a dragon. He has four long horns around his head. Four large leathery wings on his back. A long pointy tail. Angry yellow/red iris eyes. He is also wearing what looks like a bath robe. He is Satan, the sin of wrath and he is pissed.
"How can I not!? My arch rival Leviathan just made his speech during the infernal council meeting and turned it into a roast mocking ME!"
"Look Mr. Bahamut, as I said before, the boys and I have a lot complication. I mean we lost our access to Hell ever since that bitch stabbed us in the back! "
"You could have called me, SO I COULD SENT YOU ANOTHER CRYSTAL STOLEN FROM THAT PERVETED CHICKEN FUCK!" Satan rages at Max at the phone. "That sea prick was not supposed to make that speech Max throttle.
(Scene shift to Max)
"Hey hey, no need to get too fumed lizard dog, well get dat fish stick next time" Max tries to make a silver lining.
(Back to Satan)
Satan starts to get super pissed by the way he is fuming, gritting his razor sharp teeth, banging the red bed with his tail, tightening his grip on his hell phone. Them he spreads his wings and grew into a raging giant demonic dragon filled with outmost fury.
"YOU FOOL! THERE. WILL. BE. NO. NEXT TIIIIIIIIIIIIME! SINCE THAT MEETING ALL BEINGS OF HELL ARE MOCKING MY NAME! EVEN MY BOSS AND BROTHER LUCIFER!"
Satan makes a puff of smoke from his nostrils and continues, "I warned you not to fuck me…YOU MORTAL PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIIIIT! AND NOW YOU ARE GOING TO FACE MY…WRAAAAAAATH!"
Uh oh! Looks like Max just angered the deadly sin of wrath himself. The scene i made was based on Scarface, a very good movie. And also Satan's identity of this fanfic is just my guess until Viz makes further notice. And what is going to happen with Razer and the Imps? Well find out in the next chapter of 'The impish Cambion'.