ONGOING REVAMP VERSION: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388752424?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=UnknownDreamsOfLife
(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader)
"For I know the plans I hav...
(Howdy good neighbors, I read the comments some of you left from the last chapter (And when I mean "some," I mean a Pink Jester.) and I'll try to improve on some of the things I write. Feel free to leave some criticism, and lets get on with the actual pilot!)
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Weeks went by, as Y/N was getting used to the environment of Hell as he helped with his co-workers with their assassination jobs...just as the support class.
I know some would usually be...a bit disappointed being at the sidelines, as they only come in once their teammates are in need of assistance, but Y/N didn't seem to mind that.
As the man of the lord, Y/N does not wish to kill others anymore. Besides, God himself made a deal with him to never kill anyone in hell...but he didn't say anything about any other rules.
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I.M.P. Headquarters, Imp City
The scene would now cut towards to Imp City, as the sound of the streets were busy. Inside the I.M.P. Building, there was a meeting inside between the members.
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Blitza would walk towards the whiteboard, clapping her hands together as she discusses about the current state of their business.
"Alright. Now, I know business has been...a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here...Moxxie." She says, as Moxxie would be in disbelief after her boss called her out.
"Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?" Blitza asked, looking upon her workers.
Millie would jump up from her chair, raising her hand as she got an idea for how to get the business back up running again.
"What about a car wash?" Millie says, her eyes sparkling while Moxxie would grumpily direct her attention from her boss to her loving wife.
"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay?" Blitza disagrees, as she starts thinking for another idea.
"Perhaps we could go outside and ask others if they would like to help us with our business." Y/N added his idea onto the table.
"That would be called begging, Y/N. Chances are you're going to get ignored, or get shitted on by some Tik-Tok hoe who thinks flailing their arms around like a helicopter is called "Dancing." Blitza replied, now sliding in as she patted his head and dashing back towards the board.
"Ooh! What about a billboard?" Blitza exclaims, as her eyes shines like Millie, waving her hands enthusiastically as sparkles flies out of them.
"We can't afford a billboard, ma'am." Moxxie replies, as Blitza would put her arm around her.
"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now." She says in a hasty tone, now shoving her away.
"Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" Blitza asked, as she grabs a remote and turns on the tv.
