The Devil | Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader |

V1 | 3.0: C.H.E.R.U.B

Hey there yall, 3rd chapter rewritten. Prolly the last of today who knows.

Reminder:

" " : Speech
Italic: Thoughts
Bold: Y/N being a badass

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Y/N P.O.V

With a gentle push, I swung open the grand doors to the IMP office. Stepping inside, I was immediately greeted by a scene of controlled chaos. My eyes roamed around the room, taking in the familiar yet always unpredictable setting.

"Hey, guys," I called out, my voice echoing across the room.

"Hey there, Y/N!" Millie's cheerful voice rang out in response. She enthusiastically waved at me as if we hadn't seen each other in ages.

Meanwhile, Blitzo was engaged with an old television set, a flintlock pistol in his hand. "Where on Earth did you find a functioning flintlock?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"This is Hell," Blitzo retorted, never taking his eyes off the TV screen. "We've got everything here."

He then proceeded to aim his gun at the TV. Moxxie stood by, another flintlock in his hands, his eyes darting nervously between Blitzo and the screen.

"What's going on?" I asked, walking over to Moxxie.

Moxxie glanced over his shoulder, offering a weak chuckle. "I have no idea," he admitted. I sighed internally at his response – of course, he didn't.

Turning my attention back to the TV, I was met with a sight so horrifying, it was almost comical. The screen was filled with a garishly colorful advertisement featuring angels. The pastel shades and overly cheerful jingle were enough to make anyone want to hurl. There were two goat-looking angels and a baby angel that looked like it was high on something.

"Please, just shoot it," I muttered, covering my ears to block out the jingle. Blitzo grinned, cocking his gun.

"Gladly," he said, firing a shot at the screen. The TV exploded in a shower of glass shards and a small fire pit took the screen's place.

"Nice shot, B!" Millie complimented, clapping her hands together. Blitzo preened under the praise, a smug grin on his face.

"Give me another one, Mox," Blitzo commanded, discarding his current gun and reaching for a firecracker. Where he had gotten it from, I had no idea.

Moxxie nervously replaced the destroyed TV with a new one, glancing worriedly at Blitzo as he did so. Blitzo watched the new screen with a critical eye, ready to blast it to pieces at a moment's notice.

Suddenly, the screen filled with the image of a shirtless woman, her breasts bouncing up and down. I let out a sigh of exasperation, stepping forward to change the channel before Blitzo could make a crude comment.

"What the hell?!" Blitzo protested, but I ignored him.

"Just shut up and watch," I retorted, pushing Moxxie out of the way and taking his place in front of the screen.

The next channel showcased an advertisement for 'Wacky Wally Wackfords WACKY IDEA Factory'. The imp on the screen was dressed in fancy clothes, bouncing around enthusiastically as he advertised the wacky factory. As ridiculous as it was, I couldn't help but wish I had seen this ad before ending up at IMP.