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Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss
Warning: If you've seen the show, then you know what to expect as I am not going to pull punches. However for those of you reading this story specifically because its mine, their will be blood, lots of blood, lots of gore, explicit sexual content and possibly actual lemon scenes as the story progresses. A maybe on the last one… but fair warning as precaution.
Heaven.
Hell.
A most likely fictitious places derived from religion as locations where one goes when they die. When its time for them to pass on and move into the afterlife.
Heaven is the golden gate paradise up above, where the good, the innocent, and the happy go to live out their existences in paradisal exuberance for all eternity. A fluffy white cloud landscape of joy and happiness to bask in comfort and bliss.
Hell is the fiery hellscape of oblivion, where the wicked, the evil, the monstrous and heinous of souls go down for eternal damnation. A red atmosphere laden fiery plane of existence where pain, debauchery, deceit and greed rules over all.
These places are not believed to exist by some, these places are believed to exist by most religious enthusiasts, others care not for whether they exist or not and focus solely on the here and now, focusing on trying to live in the here and now rather than in the made up afterlife.
*BANG*
…
Maybe there is something to those places.
*Thud*
The body falls to the ground. A figure in the alleyway stares at the body on the ground, a smoking gun in hand. He slowly moves forward once he's confirmed that no one is around or is looking for him. In the dim light of faulty flashing alleyway light, the figure is revealed to be a scraggily mess of a human male. Greasy dirty hair, dirty chipped and broken nails, uneven patches of hair on his face with torn and ripped baggy clothes to go along with his appearance. He twitches a little as he edges his way forward to the body. His gun stays trained on the facedown body but as he sees a small blood pool forming to the side of the body, he gives the foot a small kick, trying to get a reaction.
He gets none.
"Awesome." He mutters way too gleefully before he crouches and begins rummaging through the body's pockets for money so he can get his next fix. "Cmon c'mon c'mon… please have a lot. Let's go." He mutters, hoping he's hit paydirt. He finds a bulge in on pocket and quickly fishes out the wallet. One hand still clutching the pistol in one hand but using his pinky to open up the wallet, finding several bills inside. "Yes!" He quietly shouts in triumph with a smile, revealing stained yellow teeth.
"You…" He flinches at the new voice. "Mother…" Before he can bring up his gun, a hand grabs his pistol. "FUCKEEERRR!"
*SMACK*
"Arhhh!" The obvious druggie falls flat onto his back as his nose is broken. He groans as he clutches his nose, trying to stop the flowing blood as he opens his eyes, right before they widen in horror.
The random stiff he was sure he had just offed stands in front of him, holding his gun in one hand, and clutching a bleeding hole in his side as his clothes are rapidly staining red. A gray shirt with the logo of a white shield on it can be seen with half of it staining red and a black combat jacket is over it and some dogtags hanging from his neck. He wears black pants with dark brown boots. His hair is short black and straightened but a little shaggy with a small unkempt beard along his mouth and under his chin. But it's the eyes that has the man on the ground truly scared. Red eyes glare at him with angered fury and promises.
Promises of pain.
"Wa-wai-wait! Wait wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean—"
*SNAP*
"Arhhhhhh!" The druggie screams in pain as the injured man lifts his foot up and slams it down onto his leg, snapping his femur on his right leg, making the bone stick out in a compound fracture. He yells as he grips his leg in pain.
"After everything…" Amidst groans and crying of pain, the low voice the standing man can be heard as he glowers down at the pathetic individual in front of him. "After everything I've done… this?" He questions in disbelief. "This is what I get? This is what I deserve?!" He yells and kicks the druggie, making him grunt as the foot connects with his side, making him curl up in even more pain. "This is it?! A pathetic—"
*Kick*
"No good—"
*Kick*
"Strung out—"
*SNAP*
"Arhhh—!"
"Junkie of all people!" He yells as he snaps the druggies other leg. "This waste of human garbage trying to KILL ME?!"
*BANG*
He fires into the mans right arm, splattering more blood on the ground and making the druggie scream out some more.
*BANG*
Right before he shoots his other arm, rendering him unable to use his arms. He lets the magazine fall out, pops the round in the chamber out, wipes down the handle and tosses it to the side. "You…" He begins to growl out as he kneels over the druggie on his chest, bringing his free fist up.
*SMACK*
"Pathetic…"
*SMACK*
"Motherfucking…"
*SMACK*
"Piece…"
*SMACK*
"OF SHIITTTTT!"
*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*
With one final punch, he stops and breathes heavily, looking at the devastation he just committed.
The druggie he just beat up, if you can even call him that anymore, is completely unrecognizable. The face has become a mishappen mass of flesh, bone, and blood, so swollen that you could barely see his eyes amidst the swelling. He grunts as his hand throbs painfully but doesn't feel like its broken but definitely going to be painful to use for awhile. Already a massive pool of blood is forming under and around the body, from the broken bones to the bullet holes in the arms and the beaten to Hell and back face, he's not alive anymore.
The man takes some steps away from the body, feeling the stickiness of the blood as it slightly adheres to the bottom of his shoes till he steps out of the pool. "Nnnhh." He grunts as pain flares up in his body. He looks down, taking his hand away from his wound and glaring at the entry wound in his side. "… Fuck." He mutters frustratingly and feels behind him, finding a wetness forming behind his side as well. "Okay… through and through. Better than it being lodged in… kind of." He flinches as he goes to make his way out of the alleyway. "Just have to get home and you can patch this up. Ngh." He grunts as he plants his injured hand on the wall to keep himself from falling. He lets out another flinch of pain at the action. "C'mon you bastard. You've survived worse than this. Just go and—"
"What the—?!"
The new voice makes him flinch and freeze up. He stares to where he heard the voice, only for his eyes to widen in utter surprise and disbelief.
Three individuals can be seen at the entrance of the alleyway but they are far from looking humans as one was going to expect. From what can be seen, they are what you would expect demons to look like.
Three of them specifically stand there.
The center-most one is red with white splotches on his body and face with black-and-white striped horns with black spines between them running to his tail, and black stripes around his tail. He is dressed in a type of jester suit, a torn black collared coat with red buttons, black boots, and large black gloves with yellow eyes on them. He also has a red skull charm around his neck with a heart-shaped skull symbol that rests on his forehead. His eyes have black lines running down the eyelids and his sclera is yellow with a red iris. In his hand looks like a pistol that resembles that of a flintlock.
The right one has red skin and white freckles on his cheeks. He has white pointy hair that leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. For his eyes he has yellow sclera with black slit pupils and he has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. He wears a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. He seems to be holding a type of black rifle but of a make and model not seen before.
The last one on the left is undoubtedly female she has a long demonic tail with white markings. She has red skin, eyes with yellow scleras and black pupils, and long black eyelashes that extend beyond the sides of her hair. She has two black horns with three thin white stripes and greyish-black hair worn in a messy bob style and bangs that cover half of her right horn. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek and a gap between her front teeth. Her attire consists of black lipstick, a simple black choker, a cold-shoulder black crop top with gold buttons where the straps at the top meet the torso piece, torn black pants, fingerless black gloves, and black footwear that does not cover her hoof-like toes. She also has a black tattoo in the shape of a heart on her left shoulder, and two white splotches on the insides and outsides of each of her elbows. She is also carrying a black knife.
Both parties stare at one another in surprise and confusion. The demons stare at the body on the ground, then to the bloody injured man standing in front of them with his silhouette highlighted by the lone light in the alleyway. His face is no longer of anger, just in extreme confusion… and disbelief.
"Fucking… damnit." He mutters weakly, his grip on the wall failing rapidly as his eyes begin to droop. "Not… more…"
*Thud*
He not so gently collapses onto the ground.
"…"
"…"
"… What… the… fuck?" The center Imp blurts out in confusion at the scene he and his employees just witnessed. "I don't… What?" He continues to hesitate. "Moxxie what the fuck just happened?" He turns to the other male Imp at his side and asks.
"I don't know sir." Moxxie, the white haired make Imp replies as he looks just as confused. "I know humans were cable of violence but that was… brutal." He winces a little as glances at the other body for a second. It's then he realizes his wife has moved forward. "Millie becareful!" He shouts as the female Imp walks up to the man who just collapsed.
"Oh relax hun. I'm just checking on the poor guy." Even as she says this and smiles back at her husband, she keeps her knife clenched tightly just in case. She kneels next to him and uses her free hand to check for a pulse on the guys neck. A little bit of searching and she nods. "Well, good news Blitzø. He's still alive."
"Wonderful fine work Mills." Blitzø states sarcastically as he holsters his flintlock in his coat before getting impatient. "However I really don't give two dicks about the kill stealer there and more so on our actual target over there. Moxxie go check him out." Blitzø nonchalantly smacks Moxxie on his back, making the Imp stumble forward roughly, having to take several long strides to regain his balance and not accidentally discharge his rifle. When he's good, he casts a sidelong glare at his boss before stepping over to the mutilated body. He doesn't step in the pool of blood but he gets close enough to see the damage up close.
"Eugh." He gags a little at the state the face is in. "Oh yeah. He's dead."
Blitzø makes a face and takes a deep breath. "Now are you sure? You can never be too sure." He asks in a hopeful tone.
"…" Moxxie doesn't reply, only giving a deadpan stare before pressing the tip of his rifles barrel against the head of the strung-out druggie. What little of his head was kept together falls apart as his skull almost splits open. Moxxie flinches away from the body in disgust while the others look a little uneasy. "Oh yeah. He's dead. Definitely positively dead. I can see brain which means its indicative of him being—"
"Okay okay! I get it! Geez fucking goddammit!" Blitzø curses as he kicks a nearby trashcan. "Well this is just great."
"What do you mean, sir?" Moxxie asks confused as he gestures to the mutilated body. "The targets dead. We're done."
"Yeah!" Millie shouts in joy. "We didn't have to do anything. This guy right here did our jobs for us!" She grins as she gestures to the unconscious individual.
"Exactly!" Blitzø replies in anger. "WE didn't kill the target. This jackass right here did!" He gestures angrily to the same unconscious individual. Moxxie walks up to his wife where they both share a look of confusion before staring back at their boss. He clasps his hands together, takes a deep inhale before sighing in frustration as he continues talking. "Look, the both of you aren't the boss. You both didn't find IMP like I did. When you make a company, it also comes with responsibilities. Responsibilities such as a reputation." He folds his arms behind his back and walks around the scene. "What type of reputation are WE making for ourselves, for this company, if when we promise a client we kill the person they want, WE aren't the ones to do it?" He finishes saying as he stops back in his original position.
"Ohhhhhh." Millie hums in realization.
"But theirs no one else here!" Moxxie tries to reason as he looks around. "Theirs nothing stopping us from simply telling the client WE were the ones to kill the target."
"It's a matter of principles Moxxie." Blitzø straightens up as he raises his finger before giving a half-lidded stare at Moxxie. "Not like you have any yourself." Moxxie gives an annoyed look at his boss as he continues speaking. "While no one else will know about that possibility, it is us that will know and I REFUSE to have that stain on my conscience forever!" He finishes giving off a put together rousing speech of integrity.
Millie claps lightly with a smile on her face.
Moxxie sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Okay…" He murmurs before fixing his boss with a stare. "Then what do you propose? Be truthful and tell the client we didn't kill his target but his target is dead anyway even though we weren't the ones to do it?"
"FUCK NO!" Blitzø shouts with a grin. "I still wanna get paid damnit."
"Then… what?"
"…" Blitzø takes in a deep breath… the deflates, "… I have no idea." He mumbles annoyed. Even Moxxie looks at annoyed at the wall his boss just put them in as they try to come up with a plan. They all look down at the bodies as they contemplate what to do.
"… Well, I think I have… one idea." Millie hesitantly says.
"Finally someone with an idea!" Blitzø says with a smile as they look to Millie. "C'mon Mills, tell us what genius idea you got for us." He finishes with a smile.
And so, Millie tells them her idea. Not the best but just something that might get them paid and help keep their record spotless… mostly.
"…"
"…WHAT?!" Blitzø shouts in disbelief.
*CRASH*
"Shut up down there!" A glass bottle breaks next to them, followed by an annoyed shout from several stories above them. "And stop popping fireworks! It's the dead of night!" The figure shouts angrily before going back into his home and shutting the window, not at all surprised by the bodys in the alleyway, or if they even noticed to begin with.
The three imps stare for a few seconds before sighing and looking down at the bodies.
"Ughhhhh… this sucks." Blitzø grumbles.
And there you have it folks. My first chapter in the Helluva Boss series. I absolutely love this show and the idea for making a story was permeating in my mind for quite awhile now. Not to mention when I heard both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel are in fact getting new seasons, my mind was a mess of setting up ideas and so fort as well as talking about it with others.
One thing I like about this idea for a story is the fact I don't have to hold back. Sure in some of my other stories I've had more than a few scenes where things were getting quite and pretty graphic, but those usually aren't a constant and only stay for a few scenes before I go back to tamer content.
In this story, where the characters are in literal Hell, there is no filter for them. When I write my stories, I try to adhere to the original dialogue of how things go while also adding in realistic feelings, emotions and words that they might say if a TV rating wasn't a major factor. With these being mostly denizens of Hell or people most likely going to Hell, there is no filter. I can write these characters to be as debaucheries', angry and pissed off as they always are and can be with pretty much any words that could possibly spew from their mouths and be as graphic in deaths and kills as I can. I've wanted to go all out in my other stories before but they never felt like they would fit the setting if I went overboard.
In this show and location of the characters, I don't think there is an overboard. So I think I'm going to like writing this story. However it'll be a slow write, not as as focused in writing as some of my other chapters as I want to wait for the show to get more work done in, that way I have more to work with and more to plan for future events. Because if theirs one thing I hate is starting a story when a show is in its early developments and twists and crazy stuff happens later on down the line which based on things that happened earlier in the show. So for that while this story is made, I'm going to work on it very slowly until more episodes are aired. Hope you all understand.
Thanks for checking this story out. I wish you all good Merry Christmas and wish you all a happy new year for all. Go ahead and fave, follow, review, whatever you wish. Hope this is going to be a good one. Take care, have fun reading, and most importantly, have a great day.