Sith God Of Hell (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel X Star Wars OC)

Chapter 16: Exes and Oohs

(I'm sorry to those that wanted the events of "The circus" and "Seeing stars" to happen, but for "Seeing Stars", I would think due to how I made Stolas and Stella be, the events would go down very smoothly. Kinda the same for "The Circus". Sorry peoples.)

Scene opens in the I.M.P. office. The only people at the desk are Obe, Loona, and Moxxie. Loona is texting on her phone while Obe examines his sword while Moxxie awkwardly looks around before trying to start small talk.

Moxxie: You know...I checked the scale today. *proudly* And it said I lost two pounds this week.

Obe: *doesn't look up from his sword* Good for you.

Loona looks him up and down before making a "whatever" face.

Moxxie: I...am not...FAT!!

Just then, Millie furiously kicks the door open, before stomping into the room and muttering under her breath between angry growls. She tosses her coffee mug onto the table, startling Loona, before she punches a button labeled as "Nut Button", causing a cardboard cutout of a Human to pop out of the floor. Millie then tosses a knife into the target on the crotch before mauling the cutout.

Moxxie: Millie honey, everything ok?

Millie: *turns and hisses before calming down* Yeah. Just...bumped into an ex.

Moxxie: Oh. Ooohhh...

Millie: He just kept going on about how he has money now. And a bright future. And a bigger cock.

Obe: Don't think we needed to hear that last one.

Millie: Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it, I just need to- *punches a filing cabinet, knocking it to the floor and causing photos to scatter on the floor*

Blitz: *hears the commotion and walks out of his office, covering the speaker on his phone* What the fuck is all this noise? I've got a client!

Moxxie: Sorry, sir! I'll get this cleaned-  *picks up the photos and he comes across a particularly disturbing one* What is this?

Blitz: *grabbing photo* Uh...Research! For Science! *tossing photo* Put it back correctly, ok? I alphabetized them. *walks back into his office* 'Kay, so let me get this straight. You don't want us going to Earth at all for this job?

Cut to a man sitting in front of his fireplace with a cigar in his hand, his face not yet seen. He speaks with a slight Italian accent.

Client: Correct. That will not be necessary. I'd like to meet you and your whole crew at my estate.

Blitz: Ah, you want us killing someone in Hell. 'Cause I gotta tell you, that ain't exactly our business no more.

Client: I'll tell you all about it when you're here *takes a puff of his cigar*. It's in regards to a business venture I'm sure will be very-

Cut back to Blitz.

Client: worth your time.

Blitz: Ohh, how ominous. *chuckles* Fine, whatever. What's the address?

Client: Transportation's already been taken care of.

A helicopter whirs by the window.

Blitz: What the fuck is that?

He walks out of the office to the meeting room, where Moxxie and Millie are re-organizing the photos. The Helicopter fires a grappling hook and pulls a section of the wall away.

Blitz: Satan's ass crack! Enough with the walls already! We have a door!

A gust of wind blows a bunch of the gross photos through the hole to the street.