I.M.P headquarters

Loona was lounging at her desk, lazily scrolling through her phone. The faint glow of the screen reflected on her unamused face. Loona was a hellhound with a striking, wolf-like appearance. She had a pointed, dog-like muzzle filled with sharp, pointy teeth and a dark grey nose. Her eyes, with red sclera and white irises, glowed with a predatory gleam, emphasized by her grey eyeshadow and black winged eyeliner.

Her fur was white with grey countershading framing her face, and grey patches on her shoulders. Long, voluminous silver hair swept to one side revealed her dark grey ears, one pierced with two small black hoops, the other ragged from countless scuffles. Her tail, large and bushy with a white underside, flicked lazily as she scrolled. A black hoop pierced her right eyebrow, adding to her edgy aesthetic.

It was shaping up to be a slow day—a rare and welcome reprieve from the usual insanity. That's when Blitzo walked into the room, looking unusually tense. In his hands was the grimoire, clutched like his life depended on it.

Loona glanced up, narrowing her eyes. "Uh, Blitz? Thought we didn't have any clients today. What's with the book?"

Blitzo frowned, glancing down at the grimoire like it had personally insulted him. "I don't know," he muttered, shifting uneasily. "For some reason, I just know I need to protect this thing with my life today. Like, seriously—no clue why."

Loona raised a skeptical brow, but before she could comment, her ears twitched, picking up a faint sound. A steady rhythm, growing louder by the second.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, her head tilting to the beat.

Blitzo squinted, listening intently. "Yeah... it sounds like... boss music? Why the hell do we have boss music?!"

Before either could process what was happening, the office door slammed open with a deafening crash.

Millie stood in the doorway, radiating an aura of pure, unfiltered fury. Her eyes glowed ominously, and even the air around her seemed to crackle with energy.

Blitzo instinctively clutched the grimoire tighter. "Uh, Millie? You okay there?"

Millie didn't answer. She carefully set down Eli, who looked more confused than scared, and released her grip on a dazed Moxxie. Then, with laser focus, she locked eyes on the grimoire.

"Oh no." Blitzo muttered, backing up.

"GIVE ME THE BOOK!" Millie roared, her voice shaking the walls.

Blitzo yelped and spun around, making a break for the meeting room. "UNHOLY SHIT! MOXXIE, CONTROL YOUR CRAZY WIFE!"

Millie launched herself after him, claws outstretched, as Blitzo scrambled to stay one step ahead.

"Millie! Stop! Let's just talk this out!" Moxxie called, snapping out of his daze and running after them.

Loona watched the chaos unfold with a bored expression, her tail flicking lazily. "Well, there they go."

Eli stood stiffly beside her, staring at the destruction with wide eyes. Despite his outward calm, his mind was racing. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this?

Loona glanced at him, impressed. "Huh. You're holding it together pretty well, considering this is your first day here."

Eli hesitated, his voice flat but betraying a hint of unease. "This happens often?"

"More than you'd think," she replied with a smirk, tucking her phone away. "C'mon, let's go see how this ends."

Before Eli could object, Loona grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and hauled him into the meeting room.

The scene inside was pure chaos.

Blitzo was perched precariously on the conference table, clutching the grimoire above his head like a prized trophy. Millie clawed at the edge of the table, trying to climb up as Moxxie desperately attempted to hold her back.

"Millie, please!" Moxxie pleaded, his voice strained as he dug his heels into the floor. "We don't attack our boss!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Millie shouted, her glowing eyes locked on Blitzo. "HAND OVER THE BOOK!"

"NEVER!" Blitzo screamed, dodging another lunge. "MILLIE PLEASE THIS IS A HUGE TURN OFF... I LIED THIS IS HOTTER THAN USUAL! BUT I'M NOT GIVING YOU THIS BOOK!"

"WELL, YOU SHOULD!"

Loona dropped Eli into a chair near the door, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "Y'know, this would be a lot funnier if it weren't so pathetic."

Eli sat stiffly, watching the chaos unfold with the same stoic expression. Internally, he was wondering how he'd ended up in what felt like a cartoon fight scene.

Thirty minutes later...

Peace had finally been restored, though the room was worse for wear.

Eli sat at the conference table, now crammed into Millie's lap. She held him tightly, her pout contrasting sharply with her earlier rage. Moxxie sat beside her, his tie askew and his hair a mess. Across from them, Blitzo slouched in his chair, still holding the grimoire protectively. Loona sat off to the side, back to scrolling on her phone.

Blitzo cleared his throat, forcing a wide grin. "Alright, kid. Now that the murder attempt is over, let's try this again. Name's Blitzo—the 'O' is silent. Welcome to I.M.P!"

Eli hesitated, then shook Blitzo's hand out of politeness. "Eli Clark," he said flatly.

Blitzo's grin widened. "Oooh, stoic. I like you. You're like a mini Loona but less... stabby."

Loona rolled her eyes, but a faint smirk tugged at her lips.

"So," Blitzo continued, leaning forward. "What's your story, kid? Why'd Millie bring you here, and why was she suddenly ready to rip my head off over the book?"

Eli sighed, recounting his story with a detached tone. As he spoke, the room fell into a contemplative silence.

Blitzo leaned back, scratching his chin. "Huh. That's a lot. But it doesn't exactly scream 'Horrible,' y'know?" He glanced at Millie. "So... we're sending him back, right?"

"No," Millie said immediately, her grip on Eli tightening. Eli wondered if this was what it felt like to be squeezed by a hydraulic press.

Blitzo blinked. "What? Why not?!"

"Because he's staying here," Millie said, her voice firm.

Moxxie frowned. "Millie, honey, we don't even know if he's actually hellbound. He might just—"

"Of course he's hellbound!" Millie interrupted. "Why else would Hell be so full?" She pointed out Hell's overpopulation problem.

Loona nodded. "She's not wrong. Humans suck."

Blitzo groaned, but then an idea popped into his mind. "Fine. He can stay. But he's not an employee—he's an intern. Unpaid, because I don't wanna pay him. And you're in charge of him, Millie, since you're the one who brought him here."

Millie beamed, practically glowing. "Really? Thank you, Blitz! You won't regret this!"

Eli blinked in confusion. "Wait, what just happened?"

Moxxie looked horrified. "Sir, are you seriously allowing this?!"

Blitzo shrugged. "Eh, what's the worst that could happen?"

Millie clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. "Ooh, we should celebrate! Maybe take him to the mall? Or show him where Moxxie and I had our first date!"

Eli sat in stunned silence as Millie scooped him up like a sack of potatoes.

"Millie, wait!" Moxxie stammered, running after her. "We're not parents! This is way too fast—"

Loona snickered as Blitzo smirked. "Congrats, Mox. You're a dad now. Try not to screw it up."

A/N: Chapter 3 was a fun one to write, the chaos was everywhere and I actually managed to get 8 hours of sleep for once.