Hazbin Hotel FoF: The lier's Trial

Chapter 1: I.M.P

Malice sat on his bony throne, waiting for something happen. He had sent at least 2 angels to go find these Professional imps so that maybe it may at least help him a bit. Charlie had already freed Frea, the Divinity of Ice, and already he was already nervous as fuck. If those imps don't get here soon, he'll-. Before he could finish that thought, a red circle opened, fire particles around it. Finally, they were here.

The tall one was the first speak. "Hello there sir, my name is Biltzo, the o is silent, and thank you for hiring I.M.P." Already Malice knew that this was a stupid plan, and with not so big help, but he needed something and this was the best he could get. Since all of Hell feared him, it was hard to find actual help. "This young lady is Millie." The female imp of the group waved her hand as she smiled. "And this grouch is Moxxie." The curled back horned one looked at the taller one in with an angry look. "Sir, i'm not a grouch." Blitzo leaned over to small one and whispered. "Not with that attitude. So anyway, who can we kill for you today?" Malice could already see the imps' reaction. He pulled out an envelope with 'target' on the front. Opening it, they pulled out a picture of Charlotte Marge.

"Um...sir, this is the princess of Hell." Malice smiled at this accusation. "I know. I want you to kill her." The imps went silent as they looked the picture. When they looked back at Malice, their faces were full of confusion. 

Malice laughed at their confused faces. "I know this is a big order, seeing as it's the literal princess, but maybe I can ripen the deal a little." Clapping his hands, a entire vault fell from nowhere. Blitzo opened the vault door and a wave of money fell forward. Moxxie looked at Malice in a bit of confusion. "Where did you get this?" Malice laughed again, showing his sharp teeth in his laughter. "Where isn't important. All of this can be yours if you just did this one small thing. I mean, it's not like you have any problems with murder of people." Snapping his fingers, the wall next to them flashed on and showed the murders they had done.

It then turned back into a normal wall, Malice having put his hands behind his head, smiling. "So then, do we have a deal?" The imps looked at each other nervously. Blitzo looked back up at Malice. "May we have a second?" The three left the room to speak in privet.

Blitzo: I mean...if we do take the deal by chance, we get the money.

Moxxie: Sir, this guy is a maniac. Do you really think anything good will happen from this?

Blitzo: 'Shrugs'

Millie: I agree with him. Are we really going to go that down to get a job?

Blitzo: 'Sad face' But-but the money...

Moxxie: Sir, just think about it. If we even do this, he could as easily lie about it.

Blitzo: 'Looks down' Fine. We won't take the deal. Asshole.

The imps walked back into the room with their final answer. Malice straightened his posture in his seat. "So, do we have a deal?" The imps nodded and Moxxie spoke. "Our answer is-" "YES!" Both Millie and Moxxie looked at Blitzo angrily. Malice clapped his hands together like a toddler at a candy shop. Blitzo looked at the two and sighed. "I mean, what's the worse that could happen?" Before Moxxie could speak, he looked up and he was terrified. Above them, a large red armor covered hand went into the portal and pulled out Loona. "Hey, what the fuck?" Dropping her down, she got up and picked up her phone. "I just needed all of your help, that's all. A friend of mine will be waiting for you, ready to take you there." And at that, the deal was made.