Everyone at IMP sat around waiting. A client was supposed to come around at some point today, but until then they would just have to wait.
"So, when's this client supposed to get here?" Millie asked, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Ah speak of the devil, that must be them now," Dante said as he headed towards the door. As he pulled opened the door, Dante was shocked by who he saw standing in front of him.
The figure was clad in a red pinstripe suit. His hair was red with black tips and he had two large pointed ears on each side of his head. His skin pallor was ashen gray. But his most discerning feature was his massive smile filled with razor sharp teeth. The figure was none other than Alastor the radio demon!
"Hel-" Dante slammed the door with a look of utter disbelief on his face, he opened the door again.
"Lo-" Dante shut it again looking terrified.
"Uh Blitzo the clients here," he said nervously.
"Really about time, let the fucker in!" Blitzo pushed past Dante and opened the door.
"May I speak now?" Alastor asked politely.
"Sure, go ahead," Blitzo said, letting him into the office.
"Hello their good sir my name is Alastor. I saw your ad on the picture show and I've got to say it was quite entertaining. I knew you'd be perfect for the job," he said with a cheerful tone.
"Picture show? what kind of dumb shit is- oww!" Blitzo yelled as Dante slammed his foot down hard on Blitzo's. Blitzo glared at Dante who just glared back. As they were busy glaring at each other Millie sauntered up to Alastor and offered him her hand.
"Nice to meet you sir. My name's Millie. I'm one of Blitzo's assassins," she said with a smile and a cheerful tone. Alastor took Millie's hand and gave it a kiss.
"Wow! Beautiful and a skilled killer, quite the combo my dear" he said, in a charming voice, Millie covered her face and giggled, Moxxie scowled.
"This here's my husband Moxxie!" she said with pride gesturing to the little imp by her side.
"Ah you know the saying, the couples that slay together stay together," he said cheerfully. Blitzo, glaring at Dante, walked over to Alastor.
"So Red, why don't we go to my office and discuss the fucker you want dead," he said gesturing to his office. He was about to place his hand on Alastors arm, but the look Al gave him told him that wasn't a good idea.
The two disappeared into the office leaving the rest of IMP in the waiting room.
"Well, he seemed nice," Millie said cheerfully. Loona rolled her eyes, but when she saw how terrified Dante looked, she became worried.
"Yo Dante you alright?" she said in a sympathetic tone.
"Whatever he wants us to do we better do it or else he will kill us," he stated as a small shudder of terror ran through his body.
"So, what can we do for you Red?" Blitzo asked as he sat and propped his feet on the desk.
"Well, you see my good sir, when I was alive there was a fellow who used to harass and torment me as a child. But as we reached adulthood he continued to harass and assault me," he said in a dark cold tone that did not match the wide smile on his face.
"Ahh so you want us to kill this childhood bully of yours? easy" Blitzo asked with certainty in his voice.
"Oh no my good sir I already killed him, it's his grandson I would like you to kill," Alastor stated cheerfully.
"Really you want us to kill some stupid kid? Damn you are one sick son of a bitch," Blitzo said casually not realizing who the hell he was talking to. Luckily for him, Alastor didn't seem to be offended.
"Oh no don't worry, he is well into his twenties so you will still be paid my good sir," Alastor reassured him.
"So, I gotta ask if you already killed this fuckers' granddad why the fuck do you want to kill him?" Blitzo asked as he wondered why this guy would want to kill someone who's related to a guy he already killed.
"Well, you see, I wouldn't give a damn about an old tormentor's offspring but I have recently learned from a victim of mine that he has taken up his grandfather's ways," he explained, and as he spoke, his tone changed to one of a sharper and more aggressive one, like the sound of radio interference amplified. It made the hairs on the back of Blitzo's neck stand up.
New Orleans
Edmond Giroux walked down the streets of New Orleans, weaving through the throngs of people. As he moved through the crowd, he scowled at the diversity he was seeing: blacks, Asians, Hispanics, even a few middle easterners, it made him sick to his stomach. New Orleans used to be a white man's city, but now, now it was a disgrace. The other race used to know their place they used to do whatever a white man said, but now this city, hell most of this country, a decent god-fearing white man had to work alongside and even listen to the whims of the other races. He's lucky his great granddad wasn't here to see how his city had gone to shit, Edmond thought to himself, the man fought hard against the Union during their war of aggression to protect this state's rights. Edmond was also glad his grandpa wasn't here to see it either. His grandpa was a great man. He fought hard against ideas that were sure to corrupt this great country, like Roosevelts socialist New Deal policies, as well as awful ideas like women's rights and equality of the other races. Such a shame he was struck down in his prime, had he lived longer, he probably would have saved this country from the rot infesting it.
As Edmond made his way through the street he bumped into a swarthy man with black hair, wearing a pair of sunglasses. He scowled at the damn prick, obviously another filthy foreigner corrupting his beautiful homeland.
Dante glared as the target walked down the street without so much as an apology for pushing him over. He growled as he reached into his coat to pull out his pistol and shoot him in the back but was stopped by Millie.
"Whoa their sweetheart, calm down," she said in a motherly tone moving Dante's hand back down to his side.
"Yeah man remember the plan the client's gonna give us extra for every one of these fuckers click clack clam buddies," Blitzo said.
"Klu Klux Klan, Blitzo," Dante corrected him, as he stared off in the direction of the target. Dante was balling his hands into fists so hard his talons started cutting into his palms causing blood to ooze from between his fingers.
"Fine, let's kill this motherfucker with his worthless friends, but we gotta make it hurt," he said menacingly, opening up his hand to show a bloody palm.
"Who are these Klu Klux Klan guys anyway and why do you hate them so much?" Moxxie asked confused about why these guys bothered Dante so much.
"The Klu Klux Klan are a group of humans who harass anyone who isn't a member of what they perceive to be the superior race," he said resentfully.
"It's kinda similar to how demons of the Goetia see themselves as superior to Imps, succubi, and sinners. It's utterly disgusting". They could sense the menace and hate in his voice. Moxxie couldn't place it, but he felt Dante's hatred and resentment of this group ran far deeper than just their similarity to the Goetia nobles. Pushing that notion aside, they had to continue with the mission.
"We need to focus on the task right now! We need to find where this guy and his buddies will meet then kill them!" Moxxie stated. The others nodded in agreement.
"I agree with Moxxie, this is not a client you want to piss off," Dante said shivering despite the fact it was hot as fuck today.
"What's your deal? Yeah, this client's creepy, but it's not like he's dangerous or anything?" Blitzo stated, as Dante just stared at him in complete disbelief.
"Do you not know who Alastor is?" he asked, amazed.
"Nope," Blitzo stated, almost sounding proud of his own ignorance. His smile was soon erased when Dante picked him up by his collar and slammed him against a wall. At first Blitzo was angry, but upon making eye contact with Dante his anger was quickly replaced by fear.
"Listen to me Blitzo! The client is the Radio Demon, the FUCKING Radio Demon! He is one of the most notorious Overlords in all of Hell! He has erased and devoured hundreds if not thousands of other demons, and if we mess this up or piss him off we'll lose a lot more than just some money. We will lose our Fucking lives. Do you understand me, Blitzo?" Blitzo nodded his head, and Dante lowered Blitzo to the ground.
"Come on guys, let's kill this son of a bitch," Dante said as he walked off leaving the group silently processing what Dante just shared.
Edmond stood on a large wooden platform, a burning cross behind him illuminating the dark night. Before him stood a collection of his followers, decked out in white robes and hoods, he himself wore a set of blood red robes that marked him as a leader of this set. He looked over the crowd gathered to hear his words, these people were like him, men whose ancestors fought against the tyrannical Union, then later campaigned against desegregation and other vile ideologies. He was proud to call these men his comrades.
"Nearly 200 years ago my great grandfather stood at this spot and helped to defend the city, the state, and the ideals he held so dear from the forces of northern aggression! And today my good fellows, we must continue that fight! For the forces of corruption surround us, and are destroying everything that makes our proud country great!" his followers cheered and hollered as they ate up every word he said.
"Together we must work to turn the tide of evil and corruption that is destroying this great land and bring about the glorious utopia our forefather envisioned!" The crowd threw up their hands and cheered chanting his name, but something strange caught his eye. In the darkness it looked like someone had tossed pinecones into the crowd.
Suddenly several explosions rocked the crowd, sending bodies and severed limbs flying through the air. He saw several of his fellow Klansmen try to flee down the main road only to be suddenly gunned down by machine fire. Jumping behind the platform Edmond could feel the heat from the still burning cross press against him even through his robes. He pulled out his gun from under his robes and looked over the platform to see several of his surviving followers doing the same thing; he was glad to see so many of his men prepared for a fight. He and the other stood ready with weapons drawn for whoever was attacking them.
IMP stood over the pile of white robed bodies, many of them stained bright red with blood. Blitzo looked around at them and laughed.
"Holy shit that was super easy. You were right Dante, they did all run when they got scared," Blitzo said to Dante who just nodded and smiled.
"Alright guys, let's get to the target and mop up any stragglers!" Blitzo yelled, earning a cheer from the rest.
IMP ran up the path. Suddenly a bullet whizzed by Dante forcing him to take cover behind a tree, with the rest following suit.
"Looks like some came prepared," Moxxie stated as he peeked past the tree he was hiding behind only to duck back away from a bullet.
"Good, that makes it more fun," Dante said with a sadistic grin. Millie nodded in agreement.
"That a boy!" Millie shouted excitedly.
"You sure he's not your kid?" Blitzo asked Moxxie jokingly, Moxxie just rolled his eyes.
Blitzo and Millie moved forward while Moxxie and Dante gave them cover. They ducked and dodged bullets before finding cover behind an old crumbling brick wall. Blitzo raised his head over the wall and thanks to the light of the fire saw the silhouette of a man peek his head over another wall farther away. Pulling out his pistol he fired and blasted the top of the guy's head off.
"Fuck yeah! Eat it, you fucking bitch!" he shouted triumphantly before he was forced to duck down.
Millie noticed a group of Klansmen were distracted trying to shoot Dante and Moxxie. Sneaking up behind them, Millie pulled out her axe and took off one man's leg. Falling to the ground he screamed in pain before she took off his head. The Klansmen standing next to him looked at his now headless comrade stunned, until Millie ran up to him and split his skull open. She stood over the mutilated corpses with a smile, when suddenly she felt something slam into the back of her head. Falling to the ground, Millie looked up with her eyes full of stars, but she was able to make out a figure in a white robe holding a shotgun. The man was about to blow her head off when suddenly a shot rang out and the man fell to the ground. Moxxie quickly ran up and helped her to her feet.
"Millie, are you ok?" he asked concerned for his wife's well-being.
"God, I love you," she said, her voice slurred before passing out.
Edmond sat behind the platform, gun rattling in his shaking hands.
Who the fuck are these people!? They've already killed most of my men. How the hell am I supposed to fight them? I'm just one man! he thought to himself as terror coursed through him.
Stop groveling dammit! Both your grandfather and great grandfather were war heroes who put their lives on the line! If they were able to fight against overwhelming odds then god dammit so can you! Taking a deep breath Edmund raised his head and took aim.
BANG
Edmund fell back a sharp paise coursing through his chest, he hit the ground with a loud thud. He looked up towards the starry sky. Every breath felt like knives, his chest felt wet as if someone had spilled a drink on his robes. He heard moans some of his men were still alive but wounded. More gunshots rang out, these bastards while finishing off his brave comrades. Suddenly he heard footsteps and voices.
"Is he still alive?" one of the attackers said, she had an accent like she was from Texas or Oklahoma.
"I have no idea" Another young man said he had a flat mid Atlantic accent. Edmund felt disgust spread through him.
One of my own, fighting alongside a god damn Yankee. What has this world come too? He asked mournfully.
Suddenly his hood was pulled off his head, breaking him out of his contemplation. Looking up he saw two figures standing over him, one a man and one a woman.
"Huh well I'll be, he is still alive," the southern woman said in astonishment.
"Hmm yes he is. How about we correct that?" the man asked, loading a pistol and cocking it.
"How about you do the honors sweetheart, I mean you are the one who wounded him," the woman said in a motherly tone as if she was talking to a child who wants to help momma cook.
"Why thank you," he said, taking aim with his pistol as the lady walked off.
Edmund coughed tasting blood. He looked the man straight in his sunglasses- covered eyes.
"Fucking Yankee, your vile kind have been suppressing my people and my family for centuries but know this, the south will rise again and we will overthrow the yoke of Yankee tyranny," he said in pained breaths spitting blood on the man's face.
The man took off his glasses and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve. He opened his eyes and what Edmund saw scared him to his core. The white of his eyes wasn't white at all; they were black as a starless moonless night sky. His irises were red blood red that seemed to emanate their own light. Whoever this bastard was he wasn't human, his daddy told him that Yankees were devils but now he knew it was absolutely true. He felt cold but he wasn't sure if it was because of fear or blood loss.
"You know the saying right pal? Down with the traitors up with the star," he said with a smug smile before shooting him in the head.
"Splendid, absolutely splendid!" Alastor said in his usual static filled voice as he looked over the desk covered in white hoods.
"You did quite an excellent job. I didn't think you would collect so many," he stated, Blitzo just smirked.
"Hey you said you'd pay extra for every one of his buddies we killed so we collected as many as we could," he said proudly.
Alastor didn't listen; he went through all the masks but he noticed a certain mask was missing.
"Might I ask, I cannot find a certain mask I was hoping you'd collect; you wouldn't have happened to miss that one, did you," he said in a menacing tone.
"Nope it's right here," Dante said, reaching into his coat and pulled out a bright red mask.
"I killed him myself," he said proudly, giving the mask to Alastor whose constant smile grew bigger.
"Splendid!" reaching into his jacket Alastor pulled out a checkbook and after scribbling in it for a minute before tearing it out and handing it to Blitzo.
Blitzo took one look at the check, before he smiled then passed out falling backwards with a smile still on his face.
Alastor reached back into his jacket and handed Dante a big stack of money, and handed it to Dante.
"Here you go son a little extra for doing that bastard in, I had a feeling it would be you," Dante looked at the wad of cash in shock. Tucking it away Dante left the office and headed home.
Epilogue
Later that night
Dante stumbled out of the bar swaying back and forth as he made back to his apartment. As he walked woozily back to his place, he suddenly heard jazz music play from somewhere. Turning around Dante saw none other than the Radio Demon standing behind him. Jumping back startled Dante reached into his coat and pulled out a gun.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asked, startled by Alastors sudden appearance.
"Oh, calm down my boy I'm not here to cause you harm," he said in a friendly tone of voice.
"Then why the hell are you here?" Dante asked, worried, no reason for Alastor being here can be good.
"You see my boy I noticed something about you this morning, you were different from the rest of your coworkers, different from most over imps as well," Alastor stated Dante raised an eyebrow confused.
"How so?" he asked.
"Your eyes of course, the eyes are the window to the soul and I can see your soul is black and twisted just like mine," he said almost proudly, kinda like a father pointing out the similarities between himself and his son.
"I'm an imp I have no soul," he corrected, glaring at Alastor, who started laughing.
"Ah yes, tell yourself whatever you like my boy but I know what you really are and it's no mere imp," he said matter of factly. Dante froze terrified that the Radio Demon was able to see right through him.
"Either way, the reason why I'm here is because I have old Edmund Giroux in my custody right now and I was wondering if you would like to help me give him a warm introduction to Hell?" Alastor gave him his usual wide Cheshire smile.
"Sure, lead the way," Dante accepted without hesitation and followed Alastor to his car which took them to Alastors lair, where Grioux was waiting
END
Alright everyone I hope you've enjoyed this latest chapter I wanted to take a little break from the romance and go back to some good old fashion murder, and what better way to do that then by a crossover! Alright I hope you all enjoyed and look forward to hearing your thoughts take care :)