Hell has its fair share of sex icons, but what happens when one of them grows tired of being in the spotlight?
Join Splice as they begin a new career, transitioning from one of Hell's top porn stars to being an assassin.
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Helluva Boss a...
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Splice lounged across the couch in the office, staring up mindlessly at the ceiling. "You know, I checked the scale today, and it said I lost two pounds this week." Moxxie said, struggling to make small talk. Loona scoffed. "Oh. Good for you, Mox." Splice replied. Moxxie, however, seemed to be focused on Loona's negativity. "I am not fat!" He protested.
Before Moxxie could keep talking, the door burst open. Millie stomped into the room, seething and muttering various curses under her breath. She slammed her coffee mug onto the table, hitting her fist on a button. A cardboard cutout of a human popped up. Millie tossed a knife at the cutout. She lunged onto it, mauling the already damaged cardboard.
"Millie, honey, is everything okay..?" Moxxie asked gently, looking at his wife. She turned around and hissed at Moxxie, before letting out a deep sigh. "Yeah. Just.. bumped into an ex." She said. Her tail twitched behind her in annoyance. "Oh! Oh..." Moxxie frowned softly. Millie took her knife from the cutout. "He just kept going on about how he has money now. And a bright future, and a bigger cock." She ranted. Moxxie's brows furrowed. "Wait what-"
"Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to-" Millie growled, punching the filing cabinet. Blitzø peeked out of the office, his hand over the receiver of his phone. "What the fuck is all this noise? I've got a client!" He complained. Moxxie went rigid, quickly moving to pick up the various pictures that had fallen out of the cabinet. "Sorry, sir! We'll get this all cleaned-" He paused as he looked at the picture in his hand. ".. what is this?"
Splice looked down in disgust. "Dude, what the fuck is it with you and horses?" They asked, staring at the various horse-related porn. Blitzø quickly snatched the photo from Moxxie's hand. "Uh- research! For science! Put it back correctly, okay? I alphabetized them." He instructed, before ducking back into his office.
Splice helped Moxxie gather the pictures from the ground. "I can't believe he doesn't keep his porn in his office. It's like he's not even trying to hide it." Splice said, rolling their eyes as they haphazardly returned the photos to the filing cabinet. Their attention was grabbed by a helicopter flying past the window.
Blitzø ran out of his office, pressing his face against the window. "What the fuck is that?" He asked. A grappling hook embedded itself into the wall, tearing out the window. "Satan's ass crack! Enough with the walls, we have a door!" Blitzø complained. A gust of wind blew through the building, sweeping up Blitzø's porn stash and sending it out to the street.
"My research!" Blitzø shouted. Splice shuddered. "Honestly, good riddance..." They said under their breath. The helicopter extended a boarding ramp, closing the distance between the vehicle and the building. "I.M.P.? Right this way." The pilot said, gesturing the imps inside. Moxxie quickly drew his gun. "Uh, sir? What's going on?" He asked.
Blitzø waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, no worries. Just some fancy schmuck from Greed wanting to do business with us." He said, hoisting himself onto the bridge. His employees hesitantly followed. "Uhh, sir... I don't think this is a good idea." Moxxie muttered. Blitzø rolled his eyes. "It'll be fine. Now, get your asses moving." He ordered.
