Helluva Boss X Reader (Season 1)

CHAPTER 85: TURNING POINT

Blitzø: A test?

Blitzø placed his coffee cup on the desk after a half-finished sip. He blinked, incredulous, staring across the table at his employee.

Millie nodded, far too cheerful for the idea she'd just proposed.

Millie: Yup! A fire test!

The Imp's tail gave a curious twitch, though his expression remained somewhere between curiosity and boredom. He leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs out on the table, and with a dismissive flick, signaled for her to speak.

Blitzø: I'm listenin'.

Millie took a deep breath. Then, wearing that catlike grin of hers, she pulled a handful of knives from her pockets and tossed them into the air.

The metallic swish cut through the air before the blades plunged one by one into the tabletop, right in front of Blitzø. He jumped, yelling his legs off the table and landing flat on his back.

Blitzø: WHAT THE FUCK, MILLIE?! Are you tryna kill me?!

When he peeked his head above the wooden top, his furious expression turned to confusion. Millie was squatting on the table, smugness written all over her face.

Millie: It'll be the four of us 'gainst her

Blitzø frowned, confused, before letting his eyes fall downward. In front of him, the stuck knives formed a perfect circle: four medium-sized knives surrounding a small, gleaming dagger.

Millie, with claws and tail alike, began to move them with precision, like action figures.

Millie: The lil' one'll have to use everythin' she's learned with us — combat, shootin', agility, quick thinkin'... even her hellhound skills.

The knives danced across the desk in a ridiculously dramatic choreography, their metallic clicks filling the office. Finally, the little weapon landed point-first right in front of Blitzø, slicing through a couple of files containing the names of the pending victims.

Millie leaned forward, gripping the knife by its small demon-shaped handle and pointing it directly at her boss, pride slowly taking over her features.

Millie: It'll be the test that shows if she's ready to join us on missions.

Blitzø inspected the weapon's tip, then flicked his attention to his employee, his expression indecipherable.

Blitzø: You want to... put a seven-year-old girl... in a fight with four adult, expert combat assassins?

He remained silent for a few seconds, just observing her in silence.

Then he burst into laughter so loud that even the coffee trembled in the cup.

Millie let her shoulders slump, her expression shifting from pride to pure exasperation as she watched him roll with laughter.

Blitzø: You say— HAHAHA—first you tell me I don't care 'bout the kid and now YOU wanna toss her into a fight... WITH US?!

He doubled over, clutching his stomach as laughter tore out of him, stamping his feet on the floor as if he had just heard the best joke of his life.

Millie rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the table, waiting for him to finish.

Millie: It wouldn't be a real fight, Blitzø. It'd be more like... an evaluation.

Blitzø got up from the floor, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, still smiling.

Millie: Just tough enough to see if she's got what it takes to start joinin' us.

Her boss raised his hand, interrupting her.