Helluva hound.

Prologue.

Y/n- "narrating" So, I know what your thinking, how did your average hellhound end up becoming one of hells most deadliest and feared assassin's and end up with a smoking hot and cute goth hellhound girlfriend. Well my friends, to do that, I have to tell you about how I met my friends and started working for hells most ingenius but also most laughed at business, I.M.P.

" Your apartment"

No, no, no, no.

You sigh as you scroll through the TV channels, looking for something good to watch.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, you get up and open it to come face to face with your apartments owner, a grouchy old dog demon, he look at you with a face of impatients.

Y/n- h-heh Carl.

Carl- Till the end of the month, you have till the end of the month to get your rent, or else YOUR OUT.

With that, he walks away, you slam the door and sigh.

Y/n- Where am I find a job.

You are a black and red hellhound, you hailed from the gluttony ring, you had come to imp city to find some good work, but so far, nothing.

Just then, as you were walking past the TV, an add comes that gets your attention.

Commercial- Now hiring.

Y/n-.....................Hello, God, you there.

" i.m.p headquarters".

You stare up at the building, you breath in and out as you walk in. You take the elevator up to the top floor and reach a door with the imp logo on it.

You walk into a lounge area with a eel tank near a door, a couple of sitting areas and a desk, behind it was a female hellhound, she had grey fur, a blue crop top with a pentagram on it and a spiked choker.

She was texting on her phone as you walk up to her, she looks up from her phone with an annoyed look which quickly forms into a blush.

?- H-hello, can I h-help you.

Y/n- Yes, I heard about you guys were hiri-

?- YOUR HIRED.

Y/n- W-woah, really, just like that.

Suddenly, the imp from the commercial bursts through the nearby door.