"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡." "𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥." 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖 "𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚" 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. [this story is sort of bad and cringe please don't read but you know, you've been warned]

Male Demon reader insert So basically you did some shit and got sent down to hell. Yes your a sinner not hellborn (Sorry I'm bad at discriptions so bare with me here) you aimlessly walked around hell for a while doing some deal making or whatever getting drunk as much as possible and got stronger. Few years and you started to get bored of your afterlife? In hell and then you unexpectedly ended up in a business called! I.M.P (the immediate murder professionals) You meet some fun group of imps and demons and start to think maybe it's not so bad in hell. You now spend your days hanging out with a bunch of imps and a hell hound. I mean what could happen? ⚠️ warning ⚠️ This is made by pure fiction pls don't take everything too seriously Im just making this for fun. There maybe some wrong grammars or typos (excuse that pls). Mentions of blood gore and other bad shit things. I have warned you all! 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜 Beware (~‾▿‾)~ Oh and helluva boss and cover doesn't belong to me they belong to their rightful owners