Hell kitten [On Hold]

Pilot

This is inspired by: Helluva Boss (My son Beelzebub): https://www.quotev.com/story/13589210/Helluva-Boss-My-son-Beelzebub

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Hell, pride ring, Imp City EST. 1981

I.M.P. headquarters

'Meeting in progress =)"

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"All right, 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" Blitzø started.

Moxxie just looking at him like 'wtf?'

"Now does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?" Blitzø finished.

"What about a car wash?" Eyes shining, asked exactly the black hair demon.

"This is hell Millie, no one cares about cars being clean here, okay?" Moving his hands around, to get the point across. "What about a billboard?" The long horned demon asked.

"We can't afford a billboard, sir." turning away from Blitzø, Moxxie stated.

Hugging his employer "helpful, Moxxie. Really Glad you're in the room, right now." Pushing Moxxie of the chair he continues "have you guys forgotten what service we provide?"

He switched the TV on showing: Blitzø hitting someone with a wooden hammer, Moxxie shooting someone in the head, Loona trashing someone around by her teeth, Millie slicing someone's head clean on and after having a little laugh, and a black and white cat pushing of a brick onto someone head.

They all watch, and eat some popcorn, except for Moxxie. "Ah, those where the good times." Smiling said their boss.

"I don't need any remaining, 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 full three hours, on a channel nobody watches" explained the white hair imp.

"Ah, hey, excuse me. What's obnoxious about a super fun jingle? All right. It's a fun distraction, when an advertisement spitting bulshit." Walking around, Blitzø explained.

"People love musicals, sir," Millie stated

"Exactly Millie, and we're basically doing a musical" Blitzø said while doing jazz hands. "Are you gonna crush my musical theater dream, like my dad did?" Blitzø asked Moxxie.

"Sir-"

"'Cause right now all I see is just my dad's ASSHOLE TALKING TO ME. Crush my dreams of being who I truly am inside" look away from Moxxie.

"Are you trying to crush his dreams Moxxie?" Millie teased.

"I- what?" Moxxie look confused at his wife

"I thought, I knew you," she continued, while Moxxie blushed a bit for a sec.

"I can't believe you, Moxxie," starting to tier up a bit, "after I made you the employee of the month." Blitzø said, holding a bad photo of Moxxie.

"Okay, sir, I'm sorry. A commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theater. Nobody actually likes the jingles-"

"I liked it." His wife said.

"Do not, do not agree with him in front of me.

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2.

"Hi there, I'm Blitzø (the o is silent) and I'm the founder of I.M.P. Are you a piece of shit, who got yourself sent here to hell," in the background their is a picture of Blitzø wearing a moustache, with a house on fire behind him. "Or are you an innocent soul, who got FUCKED OVER BY SOMEONE ELSE?" The picture changed, with him in a white gown on, throwing away trash innocently.