The Hellhound Nextdoor (A Helluva Boss Romance story)

Chapter 3: First Day on The Job

As Trent was walking around the Offices of I.M.P, he noticed there was no-one around. Double checking to make sure, he puts some music in his ears and danced along to the sounds of Violins, Pianos, and Guitars. As the beautiful sounds flooded his ears, he let the music control him, and, for a short minute, let him forget he was different from the other Hellhounds. But only for a minute, for as he opened his eye, Loona was staring at him, grinning, "Oh fuck! Jeez you scared me!"

She laughed, "I hope I didn't make you Jump, pussy." Rolling his eye he pocketed his Earbuds and followed her, "So, I take it your Boss and Coworkers have went on a Mission?" Nodding, she told him they would be out for the whole day, if not longer. "Cool, so, what now Loona?" With a grin she took his hand and dragged him to the supply Closet and held a giant bottle of Anubian Wine, Which is said to have 3 times the Alcohol of normal Hellish liquor. "Let's drink!"

Politely, Trent turned down the Offer, "I don't drink, but I'll sit here and watch you drink if you want." Shrugging, she uncorked the Wine and took a big sip. "Alright, what are you gonna do then?" Trent shrugged and said, "Talk I suppose, if you want to." As they sat around and as Loona got more and more drunk, they talked for a couple hours. "And then the Owl dude saved our asses!" "Holy shit, I never pegged Stolas as a aggressive guy."

As they laughed and had a good time, something was bothering Trent, like a feeling that won't go away, and even though she's drunk out of her mind, she could tell. "You ok Trent?" He nodded but his expression hardened a bit. "I just... I... I don't know actually, it's just-" "Shh, it's ok Trent. I know you have your own shit to deal with, like I have my own." Confused, Trent looked at her closely, "What do you mean?" But all he got in response was a snore, as she had fallen asleep.

As he picked her up and carried her to the front desk and set her in her chair and made sure she was comfortable, he sat with her Incase she needed him. In his head he thought, Could that really be Loona? The same Loona I once knew so long ago? "Well, hello there Mr. Hunter." As Trent turned around, Millie was standing beside him, smiling. "Oh, hello Millie, what are you doing back here so early?"

She shrugged as she spoke, "Aw hell, I'm so good, we I finished it early and the boys are cleanin' up! So, if you don't mind my asking, what did you two do while we was gone?" Trent shrugged as well, "We just Talked, that's all, she drunk a whole bottle of Anubian Wine, so she kinda passed out so yea." "So, Trent, what's yer story with that Eye patch of yours, I see no scar, so is it a birth defect?" He didn't speak, but he did look out the window towards the sky. "Yea, a Birth Defect. Let's call it that and leave it at that." Confused, Millie walked to him and asked, "What do you mean?"

He didn't answer, but his expression was as cold as ice, and as hard as stone. "What's wrong?" Before he would reply he jumped out the window. "TRENT!" Panicked, she popped her her out the window as he fell towards the ground, expecting him to go Splat, but instead, when he Landed, the ground beneath him cracked a bit, and he walked to a alley and grabbed a male Imp who was about to Rape a female Imp and beat the rapist to a bloody pulp and threw him in the Garbage. Amazed, Millie stared in Awe at the amount of Violence Trent unleashed.

After he walked back in, Millie walked up to him, "Ok, First of all, yer a Crazy bastard, second, How did you learn to fight like that, and third, HOW DID YOU NOT GO FUCKING SPLAT?!" Calmly he sat down and spoke, "First off, No, I'm not Crazy, second, I learned from several sources, and third, let's just say I'm a bit tougher then other Hellhounds." After a couple of hours, the other Imps returned and Millie told them of Trent's Suicide Dive and combat moment.

"I'm tellin' ya, he made that perv bleed! But why didn't you kill him again?" But Trent didn't answer, as he was listening to Alpha Dogz, a Inde Rock band formed of Hellhounds. But as the Imps talked, Trent looked at Loona, who was Conscious and looking at him, and, catching him off guard, smiled at him. So he smiled back. A bit later in the day, around 7:30, almost Closing time, Blitzø walked up to Trent, "Ay, Trent, Mills told me about your little swan dive, and how you beat that fucker up."

Chuckling nervously, Trent said, "Oh, that, well I have a thing against Rapist's, it's... Well, it just isn't something their victims wanted, but no one else would have saved them." "But why'd you let that cock sucker live?" As the silence filled the rooms, Trent sat down and sighed, "Because, I think, maybe, if I spare them, they may see the light and, in a way, help the people of Hell." When Trent looked beside him, Blitzø sat beside him and spoke, "Look, we're in Hell, it's supposed to be Shitty, but... There are good people, I've seen that myself, Millie, Moxxie, Loona, and now You. You're all good people, a little Bent and broken, but Good."

"Blitzø, can I be frank?" As his boss nodded, Trent sighed as he held his head in his hands, "I'm broken, but, Loona, I think she's fucking shattered, I'm not sure why if she's the Loona I knew, but... If she is, something bad happened after I left." "Speaking of Which, it turns out she was the Girl you was always hanging out with back then, you was her Guardian Angel as some of the caretakers called you. You protected her." Taking a deep breath and standing, Trent thought for a few moments.

"Blitzø, I need to talk to her, if that's alright." Blitzø liked Trent, he was nice and respectful, but he didn't know Trent that much, so he thought his request wasn't good, "I'm sorry, but, I... I don't know you that well Trent, I... I can't afford to let Loona get Hurt, if you Prove yourself to me that you want to help her, I'll let you ask her whatever you need." Thanking Blitzø, Trent walked out with him. "Got a place to stay?" Shaking his head, Trent told him about living in a Motel close by. "No, you'll get Robbed and killed, you can stay with me, I know the Landlord who owns the Apartment Complex and he'll give you a room next to ours."

"Thank yo-" "Just don't be thinking about being a Pervert and watching Loona through her windows." Scoffing, Trent replied, "Blitzø, I am a Gentleman, and it's not Gentleman-Like to watch women through the window." Blitzø smiled to Trent, appreciating his respect.