(ReWritten) Helluva Boss: A New Shot

Murder Family

It was an average day at the office, that being only one client was in the building and was talking to Blitzø while everyone did whatever they felt like.

Mrs. Mayberry paced around the office in the dark, explaining her story.

"You do everything right in life. Play by all the rules and still get sent down here with all the Hitlers and Epsteins of the world... after one measly massacre propelled by blind rage. So that's why I'm here. To get my revenge."

Blitzo sat in his office chair looking bored as usual as Mrs. Mayberry turned around, revealing her demon form. Her face was still shadowed by the blinds nearby as she held a cigarette in her hand.

Mrs Mayberry blew on the end of her cigarette as Blitzø finally started paying attention.

"I mean, was she hotter?"

Mrs. Mayberry glares at Blitzo with an "excuse me?" look on her face.

"I'm just saying I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, tits, I just got a new employee just shy of a week ago and your dumbass gibberish flew by me since I had to give my boy Earl a rundown of the fundamentals of my business over the course of the last few days and I'm just now starting to come off of that."

Blitzø brushed the shoulder of his suit with a swift swipe of his hand as Mrs. Mayberry seethed in anger, her aura glowing red.

"But on the contrary. Something's telling me you don't quite understand how we operating."

Blitzo stood up and Mrs. Mayberry glared at him as he walked around his desk.

"See we take revenge out on the living and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of death-"

Mrs. Mayberry clenched a fist.

"-frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you. Boop."

Blitzo booped her on the nose. She clenched her fist tighter. "Not all of them. That whore survived. Now they all call her a hero."

Mrs. Mayberry's slammed her fists on Blitzo's desk, creating large cracks in it as she leaned in close to Blitzo's face, her face red with anger. "She is not a hero!!"

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay, yeah, my thoughts exactly."

Blitzo rapidly pressed a red button underneath his desk. A red light flashed by a label reading "Deranged client." The other labels read "More coffee," "Soiled my pants," "Horny client," "Client giving birth," "Ghost," and "Stolas."

The flashing light was ignored as Moxxie gripped a black and red crossbow tightly in his hands. In front of him was a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms shook as the pointer hovered above the man's crotch.

Millie stood next to him, her arms resting on the desk while Erlik sat across the room, cleaning one of his pistols with an old rag.

"Mox, you have to relax." Millie rubbed her eyes with two fingers and sighed. "You're gonna shoot our only HellHound."

"Heh, keep shaking and you'll turned into an armed maraca." Loona giggled a smirk formed on her face.