The King Of Envy (Helluva Boss x OC)

Deal With The Sea Monster

Hell, home to the sinful, wretched creatures known as demons. A place where morality came to die a horrible, painful death, and where self-interest ruled supreme. The Damned world found itself devided into the 7 rings, divided by the 7 Sins most known to man.

6 rings down, one could find Envy, the only Ring to consist almsot entirely of ocean. And indeed, if one were to travel the surface, you  would be hard pressed to find a settement larger than a few shacks along the tropical islands of the ring. That was, until you went beneath the surface.

A sight that could leave many breathless, the grand city of Envy ring, New Dis. A shining Metropolis beneath the sea, held together by glass tunnels and towering structures built along the sea floor. Many considered New Dis to be Hell's most beautiful city because of this.

You didn't have to go deep to find the corruption, however. In their submerged skyscrapers, the rich and powerful partied and drank while the impoverished and middle-class slaved away in factories, then returned  to their water-damaged and dirty abodes, rince and repeat.

The same as every ring, really. Blitzø sighed agitatedly as he flicked through the magazines piled in the waiting area, not even reading the words. He had been sitting here for nearly 4 hours without word as to the status of his meeting with the head-honcho of Envy, and as much as he knew I.M.P needed this to go well, he didn't feel like he had to suffer this much.

When Blitzø finally managed to scrounge enougb money to rent an office in a semi-decent building, hsi second employee, Moxxie, made an interesting point. A good deal of Hell's royalty had their fat fingers dippe din pies on earth, pies that would taste better if certain gigures in the Living World met an unfortunate end.

Unfortunate for them, anyway.

Just as Blitzø was beginning to nod off, A demon, who he assumed was the secretary, entered the room. He couldn't tell what kind they were, or anything about it, really. It sort of just looked like a Jellyfish from earth.  It spoke in a blubbery voice. "Mister Leviathan is ready for you."

Blizø muttered a quiet 'fucking finally' and pushed past the other demon.

For the main workplace of a King, Thsi place was actually more modorate than blitzø expected. A few bookcases lining either side of the wall, filled with a bunch of jargon he had no need to understand, and a huge wooden table carved in the shape of a C, out of a dark brown wood. The surface was coated in piles upon piles of paperwork, some complete, others barley touched, and a massive Computer screen dominated one end of it, it's contents unseen.

Sat in a huge lounge chair with his leg crossed was the infamous king of envy himself, Leviathan. Now that he stood closer, Blitzø couldn't help but gulp in fear a little. Leviathan, as the name implied, was an absolute giant, easily 4 times Blitzø's height and with a frame to match.

"Well, don't be shy. Take a seat." The words flowed out from somewhere that absolutely was not a mouth, reflected with a baritone edge as it bounced around the office. Not one to be told twice, Blitzø did so.

He cracked open the briefcase (Moxxie insisted it would make him look more professional) and placed a fat stack of paper onto the Sin's desk. "How are ya? Name's Blitz, the O is silent! I got a damn good business proposal I think you'd be interested in. Uh, your majesty."

Leviathan hummed as he grabbed the stack of papers. "None of that 'majesty'  shit, I don't care for it. But this on thr other hand..." he chuckled. "This I like."

"An assasination outfit that exclusively hits targets in the Living World. Blitz, was it? You just stumbled on a goldmine. There are a lot of demon royals who have a few faces topside they'd like to get rid of, me included. Why come to me and not Mammon?"

The answer cam easily to Blitzø. "He's a greedy fucker who'd sooner steal the idea than pay me to run it, and I don't like him. Now you on trh other hand... you got a fuck-ton of cash, and an in with enough demon royalty to set I.M.P up for life."

"True. Just one more question..." Leviathan's entire attitude switched, his eyes and gills glowing an aggresive blueish-white as He bared teeth -unholy fuck they were sharp- and leaned over the table. "HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET ACCESS TO THE LIVING WORLD!?"

Blitzø released an involuntary whimper and cowered into the seat. "A G-Goetia! P-prince Stolas, he lends us his Grimoire and takes it back on the night of the full moon!"

Leviathan let out an inhuman growl (what did you expect? He's a fucking demon king) and held his gaze for a few more seconds. Eventually, he conceded and returned to normal as if he didn't just turn into a living nightmare.

"Well, I can't exactly stop Stolas for doing what he wants with his own book, and You don't seem to be using it for anything other than portals... fine, I suppose you can keep doing your shit."

Blitzø blinked. "What'd you mean you can't stop Stolas? Isn't he below you?"

Leviathan looked down at the imp in curiosity. "Clever, aren't you? Not many people would ask that. To answer your question, yes and no."

He raised his one hand in a so-so gesture. "The Ars Goetia can swear loyalty to a Sin, making them arbiters of said Sin's will, and placing them under that Sins' protection. That branch of the Ars Goetia have sworn to Lucifer, meaning that I'd have to talk with Lucifer if I wanted anything done." His eyes narrowed. "And I don't talk to Lucifer."

"Yeah... why don't you like Lucifer anyway?" Blitzø wondered.

Leviathan shook his head with a chuckle and said, "Maybe I'll tell you someday. But not today." He snapped his fingers and manifested a glowing blue contract. "How about a little deal? I'll give you any resources you need, money, weapons, et cetera, and in exchange, you do some free hits for the Royals when I ask. You can still take normal jobs should you want to. Great way for me to pay off some owed favours, and  if you impress me, I might consider renegotiating the terms to be a bit more in your favour."

"That's... generous. Why?" Blitzø was immediately distrustful, but Leviathan waved him off.

"I already told you, I.M.P is a goldmine of opportunity. I have more debts in the Ars Goetia than I'd like, and you doing hits for them is a way for me to pay those debts off without breaking my back. You getting paid is no trouble for me. Like you said, I'm rich."

Well, fair. "Okay... do I just go now?"

Leviathan nodded. "I'll be in touch. Go about your business, call me if you need anything, and if I call you, do as I say. No questions asked."

Blitzø nodded and walked towards the door. "Uh, bye?"

"Don't die. Seriously."

It was only hours later, that Leviathan looked up in exasperation. "That fucker didn't sign the damn contract!"