"Get back here, you fucking pussy!"
The TV store-owner yelled as the male ran, running as fast as his skinny legs could take him. He turned the corner and hid in an open trash can, his agility was fucking impressive as he wall jumped directly into the can, a bang The store-owner looked through and around the corner and stood there for what felt like hours before he eventually snorted like a sort of angry bull, and walked away, muttering.
"Asshole.."
The demon's voice slowly faded out as he walked away from the scene. The male peeked his head out from the trash can, letting all of the air he had sucked in and held in from fear of making noise, in form of a loud wheeze and grunt.
"Nnh.. God....- W-wo- Shit!"
He yelped out as his weight shifted towards the front of him as the adrenaline wore off, tipping the can over and knocking it on the ground, he made a decent-sized mark on his arm, from feeling, he easily knew he must've gotten a bruise from the old-fashioned steel and metal smacking against his arm, the can clanging on the ground once. A dizzy male emerged from the trashcan, both of his scapulas (shoulder-blades) popping, being relieved as he walked out of the can, stretching his muscly arms.
"Fuck.. Nm.."
He climbed out, popping his knuckles with his strength, loving the nice noise that came with it. He stood up, his vision and hearing went fuzzy for a quick moment as his heart rushed blood to his lower legs and feet and tried to pump an equal amount to the brain. A momentary episode of electrostatic hypertension, he felt like he was gonna pass out and light-headed. He leaned against the wall
His eyesight and hearing reverted to normal as his back sunk down against the brick wall.
"This is a dream.. Right..? This has to be a dream. But."
He shook his head before punching his bicep, his hand hurt for a moment as it popped his hand which made him grunt quietly, grimacing. I guess this isn't a dream, and I guess he was loud somehow because he heard a female with a yell through the walls:
"Shut the fuck up!"
He couldn't help but softly whimper, his thin tail being tucked between his thighs before he started walking down the sidewalk, commuting with the other demons, some scary, some were very.. cute? wholesome? What was the word.. Ahh, I guess..Non-scary?
He walked for a couple of blocks, before looking up at a billboard with the familiar demon's face on there, Blitzo, from the commercial. There was a speech bubble next to a picture of him with a smile and open mouth.
'ImP applictin .9 mils tht way! →'
It had an arrow pointing to the right which upon very, veryyyyy close inspection was a dead end, the cutout of Blitzo though was pointing to the left, which, was not a dead end.
The male speed-walked down towards the left where he saw another man getting beaten up by a large male, the smaller one had blood dripping from his mouth and chipped teeth lying on the ground as the larger male continued to swing. Everyone walked by as if this was a casual happening here.
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Helluva Boss: My Killing Job.
RomanceIn 1768, John White was burnt at the stake for lewd acts with another male. He died and was sent to Hell, where he would fumble around and eventually run into the company: I.M.P, an assassination organization.
