Hell's Hitmen For Hire (Loona x Male Reader)

The Interview

Y/N's Perspective
Red Eyes Apartment Complex, Imp City, Pride Ring
Sunday, 16/02/2020

The thought of potentially having a stable job in the mercenary/hitman industry kept me tossing and turning through my short slumber, which was odd since I had never been particularly thrilled to work for an employer of any sort. I wasn't sure why, but I.M.P. seemed different to all my past jobs. All the employees were in the commercial I watched, and nothing was out of the ordinary there. There was the boss and probably former jester Blitzo, a smaller male imp with white hair, an imp chick with black hair who could probably snap someone's neck off with her thighs, and a particularly vicious looking hellhound girl, likely the one that answered the phone earlier.

After a little while, I sat up and rubbed my eyes before grabbing a dusty old book that was sitting on my coffee table. I opened it up and flicked through the pages, finding the one I wanted and reading over it to make sure it was the right one. The book was a spellbook for disguises that I picked up as payment for a job from some rich asshole who wanted her husband and his new fling dead. It had served me well in a lot of the jobs I had done since I was able to disguise myself as anything from the common imp to upper-class demons and even fallen angels. Most of the people I did jobs for didn't actually know what, or who I really was, since I'd show up for meetings as an imp one day and a hellhound the next. Although my natural form was a hellhound, I found I could blend in with crowds best as an imp, which was handy when I was escaping from a murder scene.

"What to go as, what to go as..." I said to myself, flicking through the book and eventually reading out a few lines of mumbo jumbo, turning into my natural hellhound form and standing up, putting the book down again. I fixed my hair so it was over my right eye, then changed into a pair of black ripped jeans and a black jumper, which was missing the sleeves and most of the hood, minus the string that adjusted the fit of the hood. I grabbed my .45 and slid it into my jumper pocket before slinging the rifle strap over my shoulder. I then grabbed my phone and slipped it into my pocket. 

Before I left, I walked into my small bathroom and examined myself in the mirror, making sure I looked at least half-decent. Like most other hellhounds, my sclera was red and my irises were white, and I had a wolf-like demeanour, my sharp teeth glinting as a smile flashed across my face. My hair and tail were mainly black with the exception of red and orange accents at the tips which gave off a look similar to flame off a fire. My shoulders were also black while my chest, face and legs were a mix of greys. There were also a few noticeable scars on my arms and legs from previous fights with other hellhounds and targets that tried to put up a fight, but they were usually hidden by my clothes.

After I finished getting ready I locked my apartment, leaving the building and walking the streets of Imp City for a while until I came across the building I.M.P. was located in. I looked up and down the street out of habit before entering, walking into the elevator and looking at the plans on the wall to find where I.M.P. was. 

According to the shitty map of the building, I.M.P. was on the 5th floor, so I pressed the button for the 5th floor and waited for the elevator to arrive. When it stopped at the 5th floor I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway, stopping at the door that had the company's logo on it. I examined it for a moment before pushing it open and stepping into the lobby, looking around.

The room I walked into had a hallway off to the right, a door behind a desk and a old 3-seater sofa that had definitely seen better days. The female hellhould from yesterday's phone call was sitting at the desk, and as the door closed she glanced up at me, seemingly checking me out before returning to looking at her phone. I walked up to the desk and looked around. "So, where do I go for the interview?" I asked, my tail swishing behind me.

She looked up at me for a second silently before shaking her head and looking back down at her phone, intrigued by a photo on Voxtagram. "Boss is in there." She said, nodding her head towards the door on her left. "Go in... or don't. It's whatever."

I nodded, turning on my heel towards the door and grabbing the handle, turning it and stopping. "Thanks." I said, glancing at her with a small smile before pushing it open, looking around the small square room before spotting the jester-looking imp sitting at his desk.

"Woah, who the fuck are you?" He asked, standing up and putting his hands on the desk, leaning over it.

"I called yesterday asking for a job interview." I said, leaning against the now-closed door. "I... saw your van going down the road and I thought I'd investigate."

"Hmm..." He looked as though he was in deep thought for a moment before he flopped back into the chair, looking me up and down. "Well, I'm not sure we need another hellhound on the team... but you seem intriguing. You any good at killing shit?"

"I'm a hellhound. Is that even a serious question, or are you just fucking with me?" I asked with a bit of attitude, glaring at the imp at a moment before settling down.

"Guess that was a bit obvious." He shrugged, spinning around in his chair. "Y'know what, you're in!" He said after a moment, getting up from the desk and walking over to me. He slapped me on the back and looked up at my face, grinning. "Welcome to the family, uh...what's your name?"

"Y/N." I said with a slight smile. "Thanks for the job, Boss."

A/N: Yes, I finally moved this story from my Big Book Of Smaller Stories (that i have barely used) to its own story for you all! I'm still writing MDD as well, so don't freak out about me starting something new. It's just so there's finally some variety here!

Burn Bright & Carry On
Enno