Hell, its a big place, many souls live here. From hellborn to sinners. I was lucky enough to be raised in the ring of greed. I am a hellhound, raised by the hounds who are known as the Glitz Clan.

My name is Marz, I am considered the runt of my family. The Glitz clan is known to be assassins who deal exclusively with royalty as targets. I only wish that I didnt have to deal with the drama my family brings to everyone.

Its a normal day, where I am in my apartment. Ive been looking for work that suits my skills. The TV blares out an advertisement of somethimg called the I.M.P. I have to ad!it, killing mortals for a living would be a nice change from continually evading my family and their business of assassinating royals.

I jot the address of these imps down. I head for my bathroom, tidying my appearance up and then going to my room to get into a black suit with a gold colored dress shirt.

"Its showtime." I say to myself as I grab my keys from my nightstand and head out of my apartment.

I walk along the streets of the secomd ring of pride. I overstep a few of the homeless souls, making my way to the I.M.P. office. I take a deep breath as I adjust my coat and head into the building. I head for the office door amd can't resist the tacky charm of the small building.

I walk into the office to see a white and grey hellhound, along with a couple of red skinned imps. I can't help but rise a small smile on my face at the sight. I approach the hellhound.

"Hey, I'm here to ask about the potential of a job." I speak with a confident and lingering tone.

The hellhound looks up at me, rolling their eyes. She puts her phone down. She lets out a sigh full of disdain for her work.

"Boss, someone is here looking for a job." she calls out to the closed door in the office.

A short imp walks out looking aggrevated, though they compose themselves with a quick smile as they approach me. I cant help but have my tail twitching with interest. He looks me up and down.

"You want a job? arent you a bit small for a hellhound?" He asks and before I can answer he continues. "My name is blitz, with an o, but the o is silent." he extends his hand to me.

"Im Marz, and yeah, im the runt of my family. I assure you though, it doesnt make me any less deadly." i say as i shake his hand firmly.

"Alright, runt. lets just get some formalities out of the way." blitzo says with a sly smile.

I nod. one of the other two imps, a male with white hair, approaches. he seems nervous, he is tinkering with his bowtie. i shrug.

"Uh, sir, shouldnt we get some more information?" he speaks softly.

"Nonsense Moxxie! if hes got the skills, what else matters?" blitzo responds with a bit of overconfidence.

I sigh. I dont need a bunch of questions. I smirk as an idea comes to my mind.

"I can always just show ya what ive got." i smirk as i speak.