Helluva Boss: ''Helluva Human Kid''

I.M.P Meets Hazbin

EARLIER THAT MORNING...

More and more sinners were lining up from the bend to book for accomodation at Charlie's Hazbin Hotel.

While a few demons immediately went up to Husk's bar for a drink or to chat about with each other, most of them still stayed in line to receive their room key from Cherri Bomb, who was once again playing the role of the bellhop.

"Alrighty there sunshine, I'll just place you in Room 567 and your journey to redemption shall begin." she said in her Australian accent. She tossed the room key to the guest, who was a piranha-like sinner with knives as pupils, lifted his luggage onto the trolley, and then made her way up the ramp with the guest following her.

Just then, "Hello new friend!" Charlie suddenly appeared in front of the piranha with a toothy smile. "Whoa! Your Highness! You kinda startled me there for a moment." he chuckled in surprise, as the two started walking through the corridors all the way down to the elevator.

"Oh, sorry, I can't help myself." smiled Charlie. "It's so fun to finally see other demons here sir. I promise, we'll make this the once-in-an-afterlife opportunity you won't regret. If that's what you want."

"Certainly. 'Cause to be honest, I haven't felt a scene of kindness like this since ending up in this shithole to begin with." replied the piranha sinner.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up down here?" asked the princess politely.

"Well, it was after my dad and I sold the remaining profits of our shut-down summer camp and turned it into a soda fountain, that when I was ratted out by the camp's bratty kids, becoming my school's booing stock until I pushed them into the old asbestos shed in the park." the piranha told Charlie, who had a blank look on her face hearing all this. "Apparently it took one of them long enough to hire three leprechauns to kill me all these years later."

"Leprechauns?" Charlie stopped with intrigue, and a little humour. "No wait, imps. I meant imps." the sinner retorted. "I just remember the last few seconds where I called them leprechauns. What a foolish laddie I was." he then said as the elevator door shut.

"That's impossible. Imps aren't that mischievous, let alone enough to cause murder and mayhem on Earth." Charlie scoffed to herself out loud.

"Au contraire, ma petit Charlotte." said a static voice from afar. It was Alastor the Radio Demon, coming from the darkness of the room. "Our new friend may not be as foolish as you two picture him to be."

"Alastor, what are you talking about?" Vaggie asked as she then appeared next to Charlie.

"Tell me. Do you two remember last week when that mutt of a hellhound invaded our project, how its owner... what's his name?"

"Uh, Blitzø? With a silent O?" Charlie replied confusingly. "For some reason." muttered Vaggie.

"Right. So it appears that some of the imps in this realm aren't as properly labelled as we think they are." Alastor explained further. "I did some research on this I.M.P of theirs straight after they left, and I think I might have found something... quite... what's the word? Seductive, to our cause."

"Wait, what is "this I.M.P of theirs" again?" asked Charlie.

"Come. Let me show you all else." Alastor reached his hand out to Charlie and she followed him taking it, whilst Vaggie stood there, unable to shake the feeling that something may be wrong again.

Soon, Alastor showed Charlie the rest of his studies on I.M.P and their work. "So... what do you think?" he asked her, as she just showed a surprised yet shocked expression on her face.