The I.M.P., aka the Immediate Murder Professionals. A company offers the unique service of eliminating living targets still on Earth as a form of settling the unfinished business of Hell's residents. Good or bad.
I heard of them and wanted to someday meet them. Although whether it's just a visit or to kill them for most of their targets who are innocent, I can't say which one. While Ridzak and the others were talking to the other Imps, I kept on thinking about it until I saw Blitzø and Alastor are having a stare-off. Don't know why.
Blitzø: "Yeah no. Even I know not to get involve with you of all people."
Alastor: "Why now Blitzø? Are you...FRIGHTENED of me?"
Blitzø: "Like fuck I am! There's a standard! I'd rather stay with Stolas for life! Well afterlife to be precise."
Stolas: "Oh Blitzie.~ You mean it?"
Blitzø: "Don't push it."
Alastor was being curious not do I blame him. What kind of business relationship do the those 2 have?
Alastor: "Well be whatever that as it may, but I was here for only offer an exchange service."
Blitzø: "Exchange service? With who?"
The Radio Demon pulled me over to them, only to get bumped with this Hellhound. I recovered by stepping back from her.
Alastor: "Oops. My volunteer here, (Y/N)."
I waved at the assassins. Blitzø smiled while the Hellhound blushed for a minute before turning to her phone.
(Y/N): "Wait. Why an exchange service?"
Stolas: "Allow me to explain, I simply don't want a war with one of the 'Four Horsemen' generation. Not that I fear one. Plus it's beneficial. I have heard about the 'Happy Hotel' and a few Sinners redeemed. So in exchange, you help my Blitzie, no questions ask, and his resources will return the favor."
Rosie: "Interesting proposition."
Blitzø: "Deal!"
(Y/N): "Same. It'll take a while to get used to, but that will pass."
Alastor: "Then it's decided! When will it begin?"
Stolas: "I will give you a call to let you know."
Alastor: "Can't wait."
Blitzø: "Hey there champ. My name is Blitzø! The "O" is silent and I do hope we worked together in the future. These are my workers here. Moxxie, his wife; Millie and my beloved daughter, Loona."
Loona: "Only on paper."
Moxxie: "Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)."
Millie: "We have heard about your work and we are thrilled to have you on board."
(Y/N): "Likewise."
Loona: "Um hey, big fan. Really."
(Y/N): "Cool, and sorry for bumping into you."
Loona: "Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault."
Blitzø: "She's got a crush on ya kid."
Loona:
Blitzø: "...Nevermind..."
Alastor: "This calls for a celebration! (Y/N), would care to play us a song?"
I summoned my guitar and speakers to get started.
(Alternate)
They all applaud for the song I played. I wonder who's watching the hotel? Oh no.
Back at the hotel, Angel Dust kept the Sinners occupied by making a rave party with the help from his gal pal, Cherri Bomb When Charlie and Vaggie gets back, they won't be humbled.
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Hell's Killer (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)
FanfictionYou were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch? PS...