Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

Rescue

You were filled with disappointment when the thrilling and tainted escapades you shared with Striker abruptly came to an end. Deep down, you knew it was inevitable, as the festival's conclusion meant returning to Imp City while Striker remained in Wrath or wherever he pleased. However, discovering that he had been secretly involved in trying to eliminate Stolas, not to mention his rough treatment of M&M without your knowledge, infuriated you. If fate ever brought you face to face again, he would surely face the consequences he deserved.

But for now, you had to maintain your focus on your secondary job. Although you were employed by Blitz, his financial management skills were abysmal! Your paychecks were inconsistent, never in a favorable manner. Hence, you resorted to taking odd jobs for other demons and similar entities to make ends meet. Blitz would eventually come to terms with it, especially since your debts were nearly settled!

Engrossed in the task of cleaning your collection of handguns, you hummed contentedly, ensuring that your arsenal was ready to deter any foolish intruders, whether you were present or not. It was your well-deserved day off from I.M.P., but your side job allowed for ample free time to cater to the needs of various clients.

Right on cue, an urgent text message flashed on your phone. Grabbing it eagerly, you read the message with a subdued hum, carefully absorbing the information presented in capital letters.

"So, a kidnapped pet pig named Fat Nuggets, huh?" You shrugged nonchalantly, rising from your seat to prepare for the task at hand. Confirming your agreement with the client, you considered charging them based on the condition in which you found the beloved creature.

Locating the pig napper proved relatively simple, thanks to the detailed descriptions provided by the client regarding both the culprit and the piglet. However, you hadn't anticipated the sheer number of sinners squatting in this shady apartment complex.

With a mischievous grin, you reveled in the thrill of delivering deadly blows and strikes to those foolish enough to challenge you, even if you had no personal quarrel with them. Your sole focus was rescuing the pig.

Mindful of the exorbitant cost of bullets, you conserved your ammunition, opting instead for your trusty metallic baton or any makeshift weapons you could swiftly grab, such as piano wire or worn-out brushes. In fact, even a rusty ladle proved surprisingly effective when applied to the right target.

Swiftly pursuing your target as he attempted to flee with the helpless piglet in his clutches, you easily intercepted the portly, chimeric thief. And when he dared to threaten you with the pig, you swiftly incapacitated him, severing a few limbs in the process.

Finally, you secured Fat Nuggets in your protective embrace. "Aren't you just the cutest? Your owner... or perhaps parent... is searching for you!"

Fat Nuggets seemed to sense the safety in your arms, offering a sweet lick to your cheek that elicited an affectionate "aww" from you.

You made your way to the car, gently placing Fat Nuggets in the passenger seat and giving him a reassuring pat on the head. With a quick transition to the driver's seat, you muttered to yourself, "Alright, let's figure out where you need to go." Glancing at the address, you set off towards the designated destination.

Upon arriving and parking outside the building, your gaze instinctively drifted upward towards the sign that read "Hazbin Hotel." "Can't decide if the name is fitting or just plain terrible," you mumbled, stepping out of the car while carefully cradling the adorable piglet. Locking your car door, ensuring the obnoxious alarm was armed and ready, you approached the front entrance of the hotel, humming along warily.

As an imp, your height was naturally more childlike compared to the taller sinners and other beings. With a slight huff, you decided to knock on the door with a bit more force, considering that your head barely reached the doorknob. "Hmph..."