Helluva Boss: The Half Blooded Imp

Prologue

Two years prior...

A very tall imp walks into town while looking at a picture of a short imp with white hair, red skin, black slits with yellow sclera for eyes and white freckles.

The young man himself had a similar face to the one in the picture though he had darker red skin with white heart shaped cheek markings. His hair was white and in a long ponytail with a heart shape in the front. His hair flowed into his white horns with black stripes. He is wearing a red and white raglan t-shirt with an upside down dark red heart in the middle. His hands are covered in black and red fingerless gloves with white heart shaped markings on his elbows. He also wears a dark red belt with a silver buckle and a black chain connected to it and black pants that blend in with his black fee, with his red hooves. The tail attached to him has a heart shaped end and his littered with white, heart shaped markings. Perhaps one of his most interesting features is the pair of red wings on his lower back.

The long tailed imp tilts his head at the picture in his hands, "So this is the guy? Huh... He looks... Small." He stopped by a bus station, where his tail slips down near a few of the other people standing in the crowd. His tail was about to reach into the nearby old lady's purse until it suddenly snatches a wallet from the adult man next to her. Quickly shifting the money into his hands, he shoves the wallet back into the guy's back pocket. He then putting the money into his own pocket before slipping inside the coffee shop made of red bricks.

He peers at the crowd inside and sees the same imp from the picture. The small imp had the same white hair, white horns with black stripes he had. His skin was more red, his sclera was yellow with black slits for his main eyes. He has white freckles, a black tuxedo with a red bowtie, red pants that flows into his black feet, red hooves and a long red tail. The tail has black stripes littering the middle, though his tail was sharper like a traditional imp's tail.

The taller imp looked at the picture and then the smaller one up and down before deciding to sit at the table for some confirmation. He took a pamphlet from the container attached to the window to read while he waited to hear a name.

Shortly after he sat down, he heard the barista shout, "Okay... I have a Neapolitan expresso coffee for a... Foxxie!"

The tallest imp groaned before rolling his eyes and much to his surprise... The smaller one did the same exact movement. He even shook his head while taking the coffee, "It's Moxxie."

The barista simply shrugged her shoulders, "Okay, whatever. Just take your coffee and go, dude. I got other customers to attend to."

Moxxie shook his head before walking out the door, grumbling about the barista getting his name wrong. He took a peek into his handbag and headed for the door. The bell on top of the door rang on his way out.

The teenaged demon pumped his fist before following the smaller but older man. The bell ran yet again on his way out when he opened the door.

He followed the older imp until they were both down the street from the coffee shop. Though he did not go unnoticed...

Eventually, the taller imp reached forward to grab the other's bag, "Uh, hey! Sir, stop!"

Moxxie pulled a pistol out of his pocket and points it at the stranger behind him, "Woah! Hey! Hey! Watch it! You're a bit too close there, bud!"

The lanky imp held his hands up in front of himself, "Woah wait! I swear, I just wanna talk to you!"

The smaller man looked at him and then the gun, "Oh! Uh... Phew!" "I'm sorry about that! Okay, then say what you want to say."