I.M.P. Headquarters...
Inside the building, we see Loona, Moxxie and Y/N together at a meeting room. Moxxie looks around, lightly clapping her hands twice before she was ready to tell Loona something.
"You know, I checked the scale today." Moxxie inhaled before finishing her surprise.
"And it said I lost two pounds this week."
"Good job, Moxxie." Y/N said with his signature genuine smile, before reading his bible once more as he sips his glass of water.
"See, even Y/N is proud of me!" Moxxie exclaimed. Loona looked up at Moxxie, then back at her phone as she rolls her eyes, uninterested.
"I. Am not. FAT!" Moxxie roared, but before she can have a fit, Millie kicks down the door, furious.
Millie stomps around the office, mumbling.
"Ooh! Such a fucking asshole! That little motherfucker. I just wanna take my finger up and shove it up her fuckin' little thing!" The imp slams her coffee onto the table, disrupting Loona. She then walks up to a button, pressing it.
A cardboard cutout of a human pops out as she presses it, Millie throwing a knife right at the crotch of the cutout. She then lunges at the cutout, ravaging it with rage in her eyes. Moxxie was quick to speak out, ready to comfort her wife.
"Millie, honey. Is everything okay?" Moxxie asked.
"Yeah...Something inside your head?" Y/N tried to help also.
Unfortunately, the response of Millie was a hiss, disturbing Moxxie slightly and Y/N now hiding right behind Moxxie in fear after that. Millie now cools down, now looking normal.
"Yeah. Just...bumped into an ex." Millie explained, her tail twitching.
"Oh! Oh..."
"You have an ex?" Y/N asked, while Millie retracted her knife from the cutout.
"Yeah...she just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future," and "a bigger ass." Millie went in further detail, making Y/N spit out his water by the last part.
"Wait, what?" Moxxie questioned.
"Every time I see her stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to...NGAAAH!" Millie punches a nearby filing cabinet in frustration.
"What the fuck is all this noise? I got a client!" Blitza arrived with her phone.
"Sorry, ma'am! We'll get this cleaned up—what is this?" Before Y/N and Moxxie could help clean up, they see a photo of two imps making out in horse costumes.
"Uh, research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay? Alphabetize them." Blitza made up from the spot, before walking away to her office to have a chat with someone on the phone.
"Okay, so let me get this straight: you don't want us going to Earth at all for this job?" Blitza asked, arriving at her office.
"Correct. That will not be necessary. I'd like to meet you and your whole crew at my estate."
"Uh, you want us killing someone in Hell. 'Cause I got to tell ya, that ain't exactly our business anymore." Blitza replied.
"I'll tell ya all about it when you get here. It's regarding a business venture I'm sure will be very worth your time."
"Ooh, how ominous. Fine, whatever, what's the address?" Blitza chuckled.
"Transportation has already been taken care of."
Right as the client says that, Blitza peeks through the blinds, seeing a helicopter. The imp runs to the meeting room, catching a better look at it.
"What the fuck is that?" Blitza asked.
YOU ARE READING
The Saint
Humor(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader) "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11 Many of the holy lord was chosen to explore the depths of hell...
