Different Kinds of Fire

Helluva Boss Different Kinds of Fire Chapter 2 Meeting the I.M.P. Employees

~? POV~

'I find myself in front of a large building. Roughly about the same size as any other tall building one would see in the city. Shouldn't surprise me since I've been walking close to an hour now and all I've seen are tall buildings. Not counting that shit smelling alleyway I woke up in. Seriously why'd I have to wake up there? No wait, I already know the answer to that. I was treated like trash when I was still alive and now that I'm in Hell this is the universes way of saying I'm still seen as trash. Well if I wasn't afraid of someone notice me I'd be screaming to the sky saying 'Fuck You Universe!''

'(sigh) I wonder if its possible for a young woman such as myself to have a midlife crises this early?'

'Getting back to the building in front of me my eyes drifted to a flyer tapped to the front window on one of the doors. Stepping up closer to the door I read what the flyer said.'

'Looking for New Employees to work for I.M.P.'

'No Experience Needed'

'Willing to Learn Along the Way and do ANY type of work'

'Ask for Blitz on Top Floor'

'Hmm any type of work huh? That's totally not suspicious at all. I mean really, could that sound anymore suspicious? Whoever this Blitz guy is he must really be desperate to seek help this way. Why doesn't he put up a billboard that says how desperate he is to get help? Honestly, how low does someone have to go?'

'I was about to turn and walk away when something went off in my head. A sudden epiphany if you wanna call it that. Who was I to judge someone I didn't know like that? I didn't know who this Blitz person or demon was but for all I knew he could be someone struggling like I've been most of my life. Maybe Blitz was just trying to work things out? Perhaps I should keep an open mind and remind myself that I've been there and I'm trying to gain control of my life.'

'I.M.P. huh? I.M.P.? That spells out the word Imp. Imp as in a European mythological being similar to a fairy or demon, frequently described in folklore and superstition. Apparently there are Imps down here in Hell, obviously. Glad I read those books on Mythical Creatures and Demons before that bastard of a father of mine burned them just for kicks. Grr...just the thought of him makes me so mad.'

'Taking a few deep breathes I composed myself so I wouldn't lose my temper and end up doing something stupid. It has happened but I'm not getting into those details. Looking at the flyer again I was a tad curious about what kind of work this I.M.P. organization did and if I was interested at all in applying would I qualify? Sure it says no experience needed but is that true or just a joke? Only way to find out would be to go see for myself. I could use some money to help me buy a place to live. Seeing as how I'm a permanent resident of Hell now. Couldn't hurt to try and who knows maybe I'll get lucky?'

'Before going inside the building I carefully removed the flyer from the window. Trying not to tear it but if it does tear that's not terrible as long as I can read it. After careful concentration I managed to get the flyer off the window into my hand. Heading inside I saw an elevator in front of me so I walked right into it, pushed the button for the top floor and let the elevator do the rest.'

'The music in the elevator wasn't terrible but kind of dull. Apparently Hell's elevator music is the same as the elevator music back on Earth. Seriously, can't anybody pick some more catchy music for an elevator ride? Even if its just instruments playing anything is better then the same old junk. Least I didn't have to be stuck in this elevator for long. The elevator soon reached the top floor opening its doors for me to exit. Getting off the elevator I walked down the hallway. Taking in my surroundings it looked like ones average hallway space when in a building. Nothing special but nothing I haven't seen before. I noticed a door ahead of me with the words I.M.P. in big letters on the front window. This must be the place. Moment of truth.'