【𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋】✯𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✯ (DISCONTINUED)

☠ mortal realm pt.1☠

(↑Art credit goes to p_lomm on Twitter! ↑)

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Blitz screamed, looking at me dead in the eye as I stand opposite to his desk. "Just hear me out!" I try to explain, but I am immediately cut off.

"You want me to hire that slutty fuck!?" Blitz slammed his hands on his desk angrily. "he's outside your office. He can hear you, dude. Anyway, didn't you say you needed some extra back up? As soon as possible?" I smirk with knowing eyes. He was inevitably going to say yes otherwise I'd keep pestering him!

Blitz banged his head against his desk several times, clearly frustrated but I knew I was damnwell winning. "For. Fucks. Sake. (Y/N)." He banged his head at every single word, before taking in a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm saying this shit..ugh..FINE!"

As soon as he says the word 'fine', Fizz bursts through the office door, spinning a dramatic entrance. "I h-heard I was hi-hjred?" He has the biggest, cocky smile on his face. He glared right back at Blitz, and I feel an immediate tension between them both.

My attention turns do the office door which is knocked on a few times, a tall shadow behind it. I open the door to see a lilac purple demon with horns curling from her head, glimmering red eyes and glasses propped on her sharp, pointy ears. Locks of white, whispy hair lay atop her head.

I hush both the boys, pressing finger to my lips to hush them, stepping outside to talk to this lady.

"May we help you, Madam?" I ask with a polite mile. "You may call me Mrs. Mayberry, sweetie. I'd like to hire you lot to kill a fucking whore." She gripped the cigarette which was between two of her fingers, smoke swirling from the burnt tip.

"Care to tell me about her? To get it off your chest?" I ask, putting a supportive hand on her forearm. "And so we recognise her of course!"

Mrs. Mayberry seemed to ignite with hatred, but she allowed my hand to rest on her foreman. "I can't even begin to explain this bitch. She had sex with my husband, I shot her in her little fucking pretty face, now everyone calls her..ugh, hero. I want the bitch..DEAD!" She threw her cigarette on the floor and stomped on it with her hoof like an arranged centaur.

My eyebrows furrow at what this new client had to say. "What a bitchbag! Don't worry, we'll kill her for you, miss
" I look towards Blitz who was bickering with Fizz, clearing my throat. "We've got Mrs. Mayberry here requesting a whore be killed!"

Blitz stood up from his desk and greeted the tall woman, Fizz watching with a smirk. "So we killig a bastard?" He whispers to me, linking his arm with mine. "You're darn right we are." I respond quietly.

"Okay madan so where does this bitch live?" Blitzø wrote down the address Mrs. Mayberry described. "(Y/N), go grab the guns for me would you?" He requested, Fizz instinctively followed me as I go to gather some guns for us all. "Alright, so a rifle and..four pistols!" I hand Fizz a pistol to which he examined with a grin.

"L-let's d-do this!" His energetic voice glitched.

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Millie draws a pentagram on a brick wall using some white chalk. An opening appeared to this bitches house. A little isolated cabin surrounded by woodland.

We all hop through the portal and get a breathof fresh, oxygenated air.

"Someone's en-enjoying the fresh air," Fizz elbows my ribs, holding a pistol in his hand before comically spinning it around his finger with a cackle.

Stalking our way towards the house, I peer inside to see two small children, a very large man and a woman with massive tufts of golden hair and a bandage wrapped around her forehead. But, fucking hell. Something ain't right with this family, I can feel it.