This is a fanfiction based on the Helluva Boss comic, Dogfight. If you do not know what it entails, I suggest that you go and read it before you read this fanfiction. Trigger warnings for that comic include: Implied sexual assault, assault, and blood. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

SPOILER FOR THE COMIC AFTER THIS SENTENCE. SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY.

I have changed the story so that instead of Blitzo coming to Loona's rescue, it's a human. An OC. After the first chapter, it is completely original and I will bring in my own ideas. It will, of course, continue to make references to the events in the comic. I hope you enjoy.

Second Circle, Pride Ring, Hell
11PM, Beelzexpress bar

"Dammit. Who the fuck does he think he is anyway..."

Down in the pits of hell, it was not what humans assumed that it was. Was it shit? Yeah. Were there better places? You bet your ass there was. But it felt like home to some and that's what counted in the end. Some were born down there, known as the hellborn. Then you had the sinners; humans who had sinned and been given eternal damnation for it. All in all, was it really any worse than the human world was?

These were the many thoughts spewing around a certain demon's noggin. A female hellhound known as Loona, who was currently sitting at a bar drinking her sorrows away as any demon would. Was it healthy? Not one bit. After the day she'd had, though, she couldn't give a rat's ass. She worked for her father at IMP, the Immediate Murder Professionals. Basically, assassins who would use a grimoire from a powerful Goetia demon, Stolas the prince, to travel up to the human world via a portal spell and kill any human targets that their sinner clients wanted. You got killed by someone on Earth? They were your ticket to revenge.

Or at least, that's how it was marketed. In reality, the business was a fucking mess. And Loona knew this. The others just never paid attention and she didn't have the patience to even try anymore. She worked alongside her adoptive imp father Blitzo (or Blitz, as he always preferred to be called), a nerdy imp with a good aim, Moxxie and a southern powerhouse farm girl imp known as Millie, the latter of which was married to the former.

"Fuck…he's probably already tired of me by this point." She mumbled to herself, sighing and downing yet another bottle of strong alcohol. She felt the thoughts spew out of her head and onto the floor with every sip of the concoction. She could blame her father for why she was here. Or at least, that's how she saw it.

Blitzo had managed to adopt her out of a terrible hellhound pound when she was 17, nearly turning 18. She'd been abandoned by her parents at a very young age and she'd been moved from care home to care home ever since. She was always outcasted, always mistreated by the other hounds and the staff, always walked past when some demon came to adopt one of them.

That is, until Blitzo had come along.

And now, he was the reason why she was getting absolutely shit faced. They usually rowed, this wasn't anything new, but this time was different. She felt like he was coddling her and that he'd only got her out of that shit stained asshole of a place merely because he pitied her. She felt like he'd made that decision for her despite her nearly turning 18 when he'd adopted her, a young adult. And how did he shoot back at her?

"Then prove it! Prove that you're an adult! Make your choice, right now! Do you want to stay here with me or do you want to go?!"

And that had been the breaking point for her. She'd had enough. She stormed out and hastily stomped down a bar that she'd never bothered to go to before. She didn't care. So long as it had shit to make her numb the pain and anger. And now here she was, trying to forget that she even existed.

She was downing her 6th bottle before she spotted the hound bartender looking at her in her peripheral vision. He was staring at her with a look that screamed concern and wariness. Doing what she did best in her eyes, she overreacted and screamed at him.

"What? Lemme guess: You think I've had enough? I've never heard that one before!" She snarled at him and leaned over the counter, causing him to slightly lean back out of fear and anxiety. "Had a rough fucking day! Probably going to be homeless soon 'cuz I'm too much to fucking deal with! So leave me alone!"

Then, a sound behind her caught her attention. A snicker and then a chair moving. She glanced behind her to see a group of 3 hellhounds. All males. The biggest one was now making his way towards her at a fairly slow speed. She sighed and turned her head back towards the bar, knowing that she wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now. A gruff voice behind her made her ears flick, but she didn't bother turning back around. She instead chose to stare at her bottle, it now having been emptied like the rest before it.

"So…this your first time here?" She heard the big one say. She clicked her tongue and tapped her claw on the bar.

"I guess so."

She figured the bland response and the cold, monotone state of her voice would have been enough to make him realise that she wasn't remotely interested in talking to him. She was, unfortunately, very wrong.

"This place has some pretty wicked booze. It's got shit that hits you like a truck." He then snickered once again and continued. "Doesn't make you any less hot, if you ask me."

And there it was. She rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going. But, the next thing that he said made her demonic blood run ice cold.

"You know…I've heard some rumours from Verosika's posse. About how you work for that I.M.P business. About how they saw you ogling their hound guard."
Vortex. Verosika's hound bodyguard. The only real friend she had, the only one she trusted. And now, his name was being used against her.

However, what came next was something that made her brain cook in an oven of pure hatred and anger.

"You really want some hunky hound cock, don't you? Desperate, huh? Maybe I can help you out with that…"

She pulled her arm back, readying herself to do what she needed to do. "I'm not that desperate!"

The male hellhound scoffed, rolling his eyes, making her anger only grow. "Oh c'mon, you're turned on right now. I can see it in your eyes. I'm just trying to be generous, if you'd stop complainin-"

He was cut off by a claw reaching out for his arm, grasping onto it and tossing him with the force of a bulldozer into a table behind them. Loona snarled, staring daggers at him through her demonic, canine like eyes.

"Find another bitch!"

The big, bulky hound snarled as he rubbed his head, groaning in pain as he looked back up at her, a furious and almost deranged expression now present in his eyes.

"Get that broad."

The next 5 minutes consisted of tables being tossed around, countless punches from either side, scratches, bites and a lot of bruises and blood. Eventually, however, the 3 males got the better of her and managed to pull her to the ground when she realised that she had to escape. One bit her arm while the other two gashed at her back and her right eye, biting in between, ripping her top and her fur off. All she knew during that moment was fear, pain and anguish. She was left whimpering and bleeding on the floor outside of the very bar that she thought would have been a good place to get away from everything. It turned out that it was seeming to be her final resting place. She groaned in pain, sobbing and whimpering as the big hound clawed at her eye again, grabbing her head by the front and pulling it back. He looked to his two other cronies and chuckled darkly.

"Alright, guys. Let's do a little more while we still got steam." He looked back down at her and snarled. "C'mere, you broken whore—"

Before he could even move another inch, his head snapped to the side, his eyes going white and empty, brain matter and blood scattering the floor next to him as his body toppled to the floor violently. The 2nd hound didn't even get a chance to look at the brutal scene for more than a second before his body crumped to the ground too, more blood and brain matter painting the dirty pavement. The 3rd one, realising his situation, tried to make a break for it…

Only to get 3 shots put into his smaller frame. Two in each side of his chest and one in the back of the neck, sending him to the ground with his two buddies.

Loona was barely conscious at this point. All she could make out were what sounded like bullets being fired, 3 thuds and then…complete and utter silence.

That was, of course, until she heard a voice. She figured it was Blitzo at first. He'd probably come looking for her after she'd left.

But she soon found out that it was not. It was a new voice. One she'd never heard before in her life. It sounded…..young but mature at the same time. It also had something that she thought she was crazy for hearing. It sounded…

Human.

Human? No…the blood loss and the obvious concussion must have been tricking her. That's what she believed, until she looked up with her left eye, her right eye unable to open due to her injuries and saw what indeed was a human. He looked as young as he sounded, probably around his mid to late 20's. He was brandishing a pistol. A human looking gun. Definitely not one from hell. He rushed over to her and knelt down.

"Hey! Miss! Can you hear me?!"

She barely managed to utter out a single word before she passed out from the pain.

"Why?"
Then, blackness consumed her every being.

Second Circle, Pride Ring, Hell

3AM, Helluva hospital

"…She's st…e…for…..w…"

Broken, distorted voices. That's all Loona had heard for the past minute or two as her now impaired vision started to work again. She sat up with a gasp, whimpering as her injuries flared up from the sheer shock of her body moving once again. Then, the voices became clear.

"Ma'am! Be careful! You're still recovering!"

Another groan of pain and discomfort left her throat as she started to turn her clouded head around the room, looking at the scenery. She appeared to be in a hospital, one that wasn't too far from the bar that she was in before she…

That's when it all came flooding back to her. The argument with Blitzo, the bar, the fight…

The human who saved her.

She saw a goat demon doctor looking at her with heavy concern, holding a clipboard. He slowly walked up to her.

"Ma'am? You can hear me, right?"

She nodded slowly, not having the energy to utter a word just yet. He gave a slight smile at that as he went back to staring at his clipboard.

"Good. We've patched up your injuries the best we could and gave you some strong painkillers. Thankfully, while the injuries were deep, they hadn't got infected. You should heal in time. Unfortunately, though…some of them will leave scars. Your eye being the main one.

A large sigh and grumble escaped her when she heard that last part. She was so weak. She was supposed to be strong and tough, yet she'd let 3 idiots get the best of her. She'd been left on the ground, whimpering and bleeding like a weak, dying pup.

"You're a tough one, I'll give you that."

That voice. That was the same voice that…she glanced at the newcomer, the door closing behind them.

The human.

He was quite a tall one. Slightly shorter than her, around 6'1. He had long, flowing dark brown hair, a fairly average beard and what appeared to be a scar on his right cheek. He was wearing what appeared to be an ordinary red hoodie with leather gloves.

She kept her eyes focused on him. He may have saved her, but he was still human. They were never to be trusted. She let out a slight snarl and grumble.

"Why?"

The doctor looked between them and nodded at the human, indicating that he'd leave them to talk for now. She watched him leave and then turned her focus back to the human in the room, who was now staring directly at her, a confused and curious look on his apelike face.

"Why what?"

Was he serious? She slammed her claw on the nearby desk, causing her to flinch slightly from the pain. She then regained her composure, what she had left of it at this point anyway, and proceeded to growl, slightly baring her fangs.

"Why save me, huh?! So you can get something out of it?! Why else would you save a demon?! And how the fuck are you even down here? Why are you not in the living world?! Why…!"

She felt a sudden urge to hurl. She saw an empty bucket next to her hospital bed. Without a second to spare, she leaned over the side and grabbed it, throwing up her whatever was in her stomach into the now covered bucket. After a few moments, she calmed her breathing down as the feeling stopped, setting the bucket back down on the floor. The human glanced at the bucket with a slightly disgusted look before looking back at her.

"I can answer all of that in time, I promise. For now, just try and get some more rest, okay? You took a real beating. Your body isn't in good shape. I'll sit in here if you want while you rest so you're not alone. I know how shit it is to be in a hospital on your own."

Those words…they radiated something that she hadn't felt in a while.

Concern and care.

Not the type that her adoptive father gave her. The overbearing, mushy stuff that made her feel like he never respected her boundaries. No. Genuine care what wasn't too pushy. She could tell from his tone and scent alone. She sighed, not having the energy to argue or snap again after her momentary throw up session. She simply gave him a quick nod and laid back down. She closed her eyes, hoping in some vein that this was all an awful dream and that she'd wake up soon in her room, in her shitty apartment, with her annoying adoptive cooking breakfast before they both went to work.

But deep down, she knew it wasn't. And she knew that whenever she woke back up again, she'd have to face whatever was going to come her way.