(ReWritten) Helluva Boss: A New Shot

Prologue

The Streets of IMP City was of its usual senses. People were committing crime whether it'd be theft, murder or fraud. Other than that, everything was essentially "normal..." given its Hell after all.

Apart from one Imp who was walking down the street carrying a clipboard, a list of addresses and a pencil and pen.

The young Imp wore a black suit with a gray tie and black top, and black and white pants that matched said top. The Imp had two short horns with one chipped on the side.

"Okay... the thrift store was ransacked, and the shopping mall is pretty much empty, with only fancy stores with sex gear for sale staying in business there." The Imp said. "So that just leaves..."

The Imp looked up at the towering building in front of him... it looked to be over 10 stories tall.

The Imp breathed deeply and walked into the building.

***

The building was rather calm on the inside, as the Imp made his way to the second floor, and found the place he was looking for, and saw there was only one person, or HellHound for that matter in the main lobby. The HellHound was sitting at the front desk who perked up at the sound of the front door shutting.

"Welcome to I.M.P." The HellHound said flatly. "How can I help you?"

"I... uh... I'm looking for Blitzo? Blitz? The 'o' in his name had a weird line across it on the company's website so I don't know if it was—"

The HellHound interjected. "Silent? Yeah. It is..."

"Oh... okay... so where can I find him?"

"Down the hall on your left. You'll know it when you see it." The HellHound said, not even looking the Imp in the eye.

"Okay..." The young Imp glanced down the hallway corresponding to his left side. "Thanks."

Down said hallway; Blitzø was beginning his usual morning routine in his office. While also speaking to a client at the same time.

"Okay, so she's in her mid 40s. She tortures children in their basement and have a terrible fashion choice. That's definitely a description that'll stand out amongst a crowd."

The client pulled out a cigar and lit it. "Yeah... it wasn't fun down there. It was smelly, that's for sure."

The client was rather small and their voice was cold and rough. Like something was caught in their throat.

"Hmm... okay. I can probably roll this out for you in about 2 days at max." Blitzø stacked some pieces of paper together before setting them. "What'd you say your name was again?"

"It's—" The client was cut off by a loud thump from outside the door behind them.

"Ow..." A voice groaned on the other side of the door.

"Oh shit..." Blitzø hopped out of his office chair and opened the door.

Blitzø looked out in the hallway to see one of his employees and the young Imp on the floor and papers scattered everywhere.