Helluva Boss Demon wolf

Overlord Meeting

Third person view

DJ sat at the I.M.P meeting table with Carmilla and her daughters sitting across from him. The I.M.P crew stood behind him, scared and nervous of being this close to the Weapon supplying Overlord of Hell.

"So... This is what you're doing now?" Carmilla said looking around the office.

"Yeah, I think it suits me well. So what are you and your girls doing here, Carmilla?" DJ asked casually, surprising the others at how casual he was with this Overlord.

"Well, first of all, here's your cut of the liquid Angelic steel profits this month" Carmilla said sliding a check towards DJ who nodded and took it, putting it into his jacket.

"And secondly, I wanted to come by personally and congratulate you on achieving the Alpha title. I knew you were destined for greatness" she added as the girls smiled at DJ who nodded back.

"Much appreciated" he said.

"Um, excuse me. Hi, Miss Carmine, Blitz, the O is silent" Blitzø said walking up to the table and extending his hand to the Overlord who didn't take it. After a few seconds, Blitzø pulled his hand back and chuckled nervously.

"Right. Anyway, I just have one question. What the heaven is going on here?!" He yelled gesturing to the table where DJ sat with the Overlord and her daughters.

"DJ, you allow this underling to speak to you like this? You should fire him" the brown skinned girl said gesturing to Blitzø who fumed at being called an underling but knew he couldn't act upon it.

"Oh, I would've a long time ago... If he wasn't my boss" DJ said shocking the Overlord and her daughters.

"Your boss?!" They all said.

"Yeah. Long story" DJ said before he turned to Blitzø and the rest of the I.M.P group.

"Guys, it's fine. I met Carmilla and her family a few years ago, back when I was still fighting for a living" DJ said.

"You mean you saved us" the white skinned girl said with a small blush as her sister giggled and winked at DJ.

Flashback

Loud rock music blared in the Hellhound dive bar, named 'The Pound' as a shirtless DJ, and who looked almost the same, fought with another Hellhound in a closed off cage while Clara and Odette nervously walked through the crowded bar.

They had begged their mother to let them do this delivery on their own, instead of usually sending them with armed guards.

However this was simple, so Carmilla accepted their pleas. Just a sinner who wanted a simple holy gun and a magazine of bullets to settle the score of someone from his time on Earth.

"There" Odette said gesturing to a table where a white furred dog sinner, with the ears and teeth of a canine and the body of a human, cheered along with the crowd as DJ got on top of the Hellhound before he began feeding him punches.

"Mr Anderson?" Clara said walking up to him as he momentarily stopped cheering before turning to the girls.

"Yeah?" He slurred drunkenly.

"We are from Carmine Industries. Here to deliver you your pistol" Odette said holding out a clipboard as Clara showed off the silver pistol which she pulled from her pocket.

"Ah, sweet. Can't wait to get my revenge on that son of a bitch who fired me after stealing my girlfriend" the sinner said quickly signing the clipboard before taking the pistol.

"Thank you for your business, enjoy your Carmine purchase" Odette said turning and walking away along with her sister.

"We doing nursery rhymes now?" Clara asked with a chuckle as Odette shrugged with a small blush.