Chapter 6: 1 year later

The I.M.P. office was buzzing with energy as we celebrated another successful mission. The "Best Employee of the Month" certificate was handed over to Moxxie, who blushed and stammered his thanks while the rest of us cheered. It was about time he got some recognition.

—Flashback—

Blitzo, always the showman, presented the award with a flourish. "Congratulations, Moxxie! You earned it."

Millie chimed in, her voice filled with pride, "Well done, Moxxie. You've come a long way."

Moxxie's response was a mix of gratitude and bashfulness, but he held the certificate with a newfound sense of accomplishment.

As the festivities continued, our laughter filled the office. We had become a tightly-knit team, despite our quirks and the peculiar circumstances of our work in Hell.

—End of Flashback—

"Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... Moxxie." He said before looking at Moxxie.

Moxxie then gives him an incredulous look in response.

"Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?" Blitzo asked.

Millie then asked with her eyes sparkling, "What about a car wash?"

"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay? *thinks for a second* Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?" Blitzo said exasperated.

He then waves his hands with an enthusiastic flair as sparkles fly out.

Moxxie then rolls eyes before saying, "We can't afford a billboard, sir."

Blitzo then wraps his arm over Moxxie's shoulder, "Helpful, Moxxie. Glad you're in the room right now." He then pushed him away before continuing, "Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?"

Blitzo then turns on the TV that shows the I.M.P. crew brutally murdering people from the overworld as they are paid to do. Blitzo whacks a man in the face with a mallet, Moxxie is blown away firing a shotgun through the mouth of a man tied to a chair, Loona swings a man back and forth in her mouth, Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughs and I am breathing fire while using my scythes to cut people in half. Then, it zooms out to everyone watching the TV, with Loona sitting in my lap, and Millie and Blitzo eating popcorn.

"Ahh, those were the good times," Blitzo said.

"I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches." Moxie said sarcastically.

"Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!" Blitzo said while using his fingers to do air quotes.

"People love musicals, sir." She said Happily.

"Exactly, Millie! And we're doin' a musical. Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?" Blitzo said while doing jazz hands.

"Sir--" Moxie said before being cut off.

" 'Cause, right now? All I see is just my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside." Blitzo said talking about his dad.

"Are you tryin' to crush his dreams, Moxxie?" Millie asked his Moxxie.

"I-- What?" Moxie asked confused.

Millie then said flirtatiously, "I thought I knew you."

She then playfully sticks her tongue out at him as Moxxie blushes and rolls his eyes affectionately.

I couldn't take much more of seeing Big Sis flirting with Moxxie, so instead, I paid attention to Loola and began stroking her head. She of course started to squirm a little since my stroking technique felt really good.

Once the commercial was over Moxxie was the first person to say something.

"I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It's very simple." He blamed.

Loona then quipped back without looking up, "Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie."

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!" He yells.

"Come on, Moxxie cut her some slack. It's not her fault." I said playful exaggeration, I jokingly hugged Loona and caressed her head while giving her a playful lick on her cheek.

"Hey! Don't do that in front of my da-. I mean, Blitzo." She said embarrassed by the lick and almost calling Blizo dad.

"Oh! You almost called me dad!" Blitzo said with a huge smile.

Blitzo then tries to hug and nuzzle Loona, who snarls at him in response and cuddles closer to me.

"She didn't do anything wrooooong~" Blitzo said.

"...Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful!" Moxie said exasperated.

"Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family, and we don't get rid of family," Blitzo said.

Loona looks up from her phone and briefly smiles, touched by Blitzo's words.

"Oh, you like that he said that, didn't you?" I whispered into her ear.

She then shook her head, yes hearing my voice so close to his ear.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!" Moxie said more upset than before.

As Moxxie rants, Loona continues looking at her phone, slowly flipping Moxxie off. 

"That is offensive! Without homeless people, I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!" Blitzo said while opening the blinds.

Blitzo then puts his face up against the window, cracking the glass, and sees a homeless demon, looking sad and holding up a sign that reads "Monee helps. Satan bless." A succubus is on her cell phone and turns away from the hobo. Blitzo smugly waves at him, before lowering the window blinds.

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work?" Moxxie said while making an annoyed face at the Blitzo.

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal!" Millie said.

"Excuse me... WHAT?!" Moxie yelled while staring at Millie.

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie yelled at Blitzo.

Blitzo then shrugs, "I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?"

Moxxie's eyes started to twitch in anger, "No!"

Loona then snickers at Blitzo's joke.

"You a baby-wiener-haver?" Blitzo asked.

"Sir, what you say and how you act is INAPPROPRIATE!" Moxxie said before standing up on his chair and yelling.

Millie then lays her hand on Moxxie's shoulder, "Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!" Moxxie starts whimpering in anger while looking back at Blitzo.

Millie then starts to comfort Moxxie, "Shh-shh-shh. There, there."

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple of stuff you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me!" Blitzo said while sexually moving his hands.

"Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot!" Moxxie said.

"Mox, he's our boss!" Millie said,

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive?" Blitzo said.

Blitzo said smiling smugly before insulting him some more, "...retarded."

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single life?" Moxxie asked him.

Blitzo then leans towards Moxxie, "It does."

"The only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" Loona said sarcastically while glaring at Moxxie from her phone.

Millie slams her hands against the table, looking at Loona with anger.

"No, he's not, you BITCH!" She said before flipping Loona off.

Loona growls at Millie. I then began to caress her head to calm her down.

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!" Blitzo yells at Millie.

Loona then snaps at Millie while under my arms, "Yes, I am!"

Eddie then said from her bed, "You guys are all fucking assholes."

Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona's eyes all widen in surprise. I just ignored him and continued to caress Loona's head. They look at Eddie, the boy Moxxie accidentally shot earlier. Eddie is lying on a table with three wires from a heart monitor attached to his stomach.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!" Blitzo yelled.

Moxxie then pinches the bridge of his nose, "Ugh, this company is such a mess!"

Blitzo then ignored the child and tried to change the subject, "Alright, let's get back to talking about my outfit."

"Nobody was talking about that!" Loona said exasperated.

"Which is why I'm tryin' to get that ball rolling. So, how does it look? It's good, right?" Blitzo asked us.

Eddie then points at Blitzo and detaches the tubes from the heart monitor. "It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!"

He once again points at Blitzo.

"You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!" Eddie yelled.

"Hey, now! That's not very--" Moxxie tries to interject before getting shot down.

Eddie interrupts Moxxie, intimidating him.

"If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit," Eddie yelled upset.

Millie slams her hand on the table and then uses her hand to gesture at Moxxie. "That's my husband you're talkin' to!"

Eddie laughs, "That's your husband?!"

Moxxie and Millie snarl at Eddie.

"I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad!" She said to Millie before pointing at Loona. "And you!"

After he insulted big sis my patience began to waiver. It would break if he insulted anyone else.

"What? What about me?" Loona asked while looking up from her phone in my arms.

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person." He said smugly while crossing his arms.

Loona gives a wide-eyed glare, whines at Eddie with anger, and goes back to looking at her phone.

"And then there is you!" He said while looking at me from behind Loona.

"You're like a walking identity crisis. You've got the fiery eyes of a demon, the fur of a hellhound, and the horns of an imp. Are you trying to be a Hell's Got Talent audition all by yourself?" He said.

"Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit." Blitzo said.

Everyone then agreed in unison. "Yeah. He's kind of a piece of shit."

*Ding!*

Loona got a text from the client I could see it from above her.

Loona's eyes widen as she receives a text message.

"Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all." Loona said after realizing what the text meant.

"Who?" Everyone else asked.

Loona then points at Eddie. "Him."

Eddie then asked in disbelief while pointing to himself. "Me?"

Loona then smiles smugly, without looking up. "Yup."

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?" Blitzo asked in amazment.

"That's what they're sayin'," Looma said while turning back to her phone.

"...Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God." Blitzo said amazed at what just happened.

With a big grin and a glint of mischief in my eyes, I unleashed a burst of fire on the kid. It was swift and fiery, a fitting response to put an end to the relentless roast. The room fell into stunned silence, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as the kid's taunts were silenced, at least for the time being.

The aftermath of the fiery spectacle had left the room in an odd state of tension, but with Loona nestled in my lap, it felt as if we were in our world, untouched by the chaos that had just unfolded.

My fingers began to dance playfully along Loona's arm, drawing out melodic giggles from her. Ignoring the discomfort lingering in the room, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the tip of her ear. In a hushed, seductive tone, I whispered a string of flirtatious promises that made her cheeks blush deeper with each word.

"You know, my dearest Loona," I teased, "when we get home, I have some wicked plans in mind. Things that I will do to you would make even a succubus blush."

Loona was suddenly too embarrassed to speak. She then playfully swatted at my arm once she built her confidence back up, her voice a delightful blend of bashfulness and desire. She replied, "You're such a rogue, Emberfang. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

As our playful exchange continued, I couldn't help but notice Blitzo sitting uncomfortably at the end of the table. His unease was palpable, and he couldn't bring himself to meet our gaze, watching his daughter and me flirt openly before him.