One Helluva Time (Eddsworld x Helluva Boss)

1 - The Guy At The Bar

One month had passed since the gang's last adventures. A tale of anger, manipulation, and taking matters into your own hands. Now, everything had returned to normal. Well, as normal as Hell can be. Tord kept hanging out with Angel, Matt had returned to his former self (although he insisted he kept the suit), and Edd was finally able to control his anger and change into his demon form as he pleased. In fact, the only one that hadn't had a change was Tom.

Tom still felt hopeless. He felt like a disappointment. He sometimes wished that he had never been sent to Hell. You see, Tom was the first one in his family to go to Hell. All the other Ridgewells were up in Heaven. Because of this simple fact, Tom continuously beat himself up over this, tormenting himself with the fact that he would always be seen as a disappointment to his family and everyone that had passed before him. And no amount of drinking could erase that fact.

One night, Tom was having one of those nights where he couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't sleep. So, he decided to get up to get some happy juice. He knew the hotel bar would have closed by now, so he walked downtown to go to the nearest 24-hour bar. As he walked, Tom noticed the red sky was now significantly darker, and demons were still lurking the streets. These demons would normally steal off other demons, but they didn't go near Tom. He only had enough money for two drinks, maybe three, and he also had dangerous claws that could seriously injure anyone.

When at the bar, Tom sat on a barstool  to an imp with a large white mark on the side of his face.
"Hey, pal, little tip." he spoke. "Unless you want your ass kicked, don't ask for a clean cup."
"Don't worry, I learnt that from Husk." Tom snickered. "You from around here?"
"I guess. I've lived in Imp City for a few years now." the imp replied.
"Oh, I've only been here for around a month, haha." Tom smiled.
"Ah, a sinner demon?" the imp enquired. "Heh, they say no two sinners are the same. What did you do to get down here?"
"Oh, a few things." Tom smirked. "Alcoholism, attacking people, murder..."

"Wait, murder?" the imp asked.
"Don't act surprised, at least a quarter of the people down here have killed at least one person." Tom retorted.
"No, it's just that I run a company where we kill humans who fucked these demons over when they were alive." the imp explained.
"Really? Huh, might be a good place to put my skills to use." Tom pondered. "It might be a good place for my friends too, they've killed their fair fare share of people too."
"Well, we are hiring, so maybe you can bring them to the I.M.P. office tomorrow." the imp suggested.
Tom nodded as he finished his drink.

"I think I ought to introduce myself." the imp prompted. "I'm Blitzo, the O is silent."
"Call me Tom." Tom replied, shaking Blizo's hand. "Right, I'll see you tomorrow, then."
He hopped off the barstool and started to walk back to the hotel. As he walked, he pulled his phone and texted the others to meet him in the hotel lounge the next morning.