"Hey bitch, you're overdue for retirement."
[Crimson:] "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you lit—"
Bang! Bang! Blowing the smoke from my midnight-purple revolver after shooting two holes above his head, I smirked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?" Looking past my gun as I gave my widest smile, doing my best impression of the Joker. Slowly walking around the office, I spun my gun on my right pointer finger.
"You have so many trinkets, so much wealth, and all this little stuff for being the best bottom bitch in the Greed Ring. Was it worth it? Sucking every dick and bending over for everything you have here?"
I stopped in front of his desk and stared down at him. He stared back with a sneer full of hatred.
"Aww. Don't give me that look, Pops. It doesn't fit such a fearsome mobster."
My cheeks puffed as I held in a laugh. Before I couldn't hold it anymore, I laughed right in his face. "Hahah!"
Seeing his face getting redder with anger, he slammed his hands down hard on the desk, knocking some of his stuff off. His glass of burning-pit whiskey fell onto the carpet, breaking and staining it.
[Crimson:] "Are you out of your goddamn mind, boy!? Who do you think you are coming here with that disrespect and shooting up the place? Do I need to send you back to the pit for re-education?!"
Bang! [Crimson:] "Ahhh!" Crashing.
Blowing the smoke off my gun after shooting off his right horn, I watched him crash around in pain, clutching the bleeding stump. Hearing his beautiful screaming was perfect.
'Funny thing about Imps — our horns aren't just for show. They're very sensitive. It's kind of like Saiyan tails, except we don't go completely limp when someone grabs it. Instead we feel incredibly amazing. Yes, it's in a sexual way.'
'Now imagine, I don't know, someone shooting that big sensitive zone. And you get what I'm looking at right now — a crying, heaping, screaming mess.'
Hearing hurried footsteps coming from the hallway toward the door, I turned around just as a shark demon came into view.
Seeing the shark demon standing there as other shark demons joined her.
[F-Shark Demon:] What's going on here!?"
I looked at her before glancing down at my father, who had quieted down but was still clutching his shot-off horn. Then I looked at my gun before looking back at her.
"It's exactly what it looks like." Before anyone could react, a sticky flame — a dark green, sickly-looking little flame — shot from my fingertip. It crossed the distance between us in the blink of an eye and landed on her.
She looked at the flame before looking at me with a confused expression. I shrugged. Not long after, the flame spread across her body, engulfing her in dark sickly-green flames in seconds. And then she screamed at the top of her lungs.
[F-Shark Demon:] "Ahhh!"
Chuckling as I watched her thrash around screaming, in her panic she brushed up against her friend, causing the flames to spread to him. Leading to a chain reaction as the flame spread among them.
Soon there were three bodies on the floor blocking the office entrance. Hearing more footsteps, I turned my attention back to my father.
"Well, that escalated, didn't it? I mean, they should know not to play with fire, right?"
Seeing him still holding his shot-off horn and looking at me with shock and a little bit of fear.
Tilting my head with a smile. "Why are you looking at me like that, Pops?" My gun disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, going back into my personal pocket dimension.
Another puff of purple smoke appeared. I held up an amethyst-point necklace. It kind of looked like one of those soul gems from Skyrim. Runes were carved into it.
Holding it, I slowly walked toward him as he scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall. Smiling, I squatted down, grabbing his one good horn and pulling him closer.
[Crimson:] "Ahg!"
"You know I always hated you, right? You always wanted me to be your perfect weapon, a tool for your ambitions. You could say I have daddy issues."
Pushing his head back to the floor, I wiped my hands on his suit. Standing up, I saw the fire slowly spreading throughout the office.
"Since you got this whole mobster style going on, I thought I could do the most common mobster thing — having a family member betray the head honcho."
"You know how sometimes it's the cousin, family friend, wife, daughter, and so on? But in your case, it's me — your son."
[Crimson:] "You can't do this to me! I made you who you are today! I fed you, taught you, clothe you, kept you healthy, bed to rest, roof over your head, warmth, money, raise you. You are my son — I own you!"
Staring at him as his anger gave him a second wind, pointing his finger at me with pure rage on his face. The fire spread more. The curtains caught ablaze.
Frowning, I smacked the shit out of him knocking his golden tooth out dropping him to the floor.
"Bitch, I don't give a fuck! You don't see me as a son, just a tool but that's alright — I don't see you as a father anyway."
"Anyway, this is no grand plan of me taking over your organization, crime family, whatever the hell you want to call it. I'm doing all this because I hate you with all my being."
"Hell, I hated you before I was even born. It just so happened that you're a mobster. But don't worry your cock sucking head about that."
Waving my hand so the flames wouldn't consume him, I made them move around him, creating a flaming circle around us as everything else in the office burned.
He looked around panicking before turning back to me with fear.
[Crimson:] "Boy, stop this! You're destroying everything! Whatever you want, just stop this!"
Seeing him clumsily standing up, about to try to put the fire out, I reached out, grabbing his tail and pulling him back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, unless you want to be blacker than charcoal."
Tossing him back onto the floor. "Even at the end that greed is strong in you. But it makes sense. So my first thought was just to kill you, get it over with, you know. But nah, that's too easy."
Holding up the necklace.
"So me being this sadistic and spiteful little bastard that I am, I thought about how I could really bring you down to the depths of despair."
"And that's when the idea hit me while I was balls deep in Chaz. I could destroy everything you have, but then that would've been too simple. After all, you could just rebuild everything back — it'd just be a setback."
Smiling even wider, staring him dead in the eyes.
"No, that wouldn't hurt. It'd just be annoying. But what really hurts is somebody taking everything from you. Achieving your dream. Killing you would've let you witness that, let you feel that despair."
Holding up the necklace in front of his face as my eyes and necklace glowed brightly.
"After all, it would be sad if a father couldn't see his son succeed where he couldn't. Hahaha!"
[Crimson:] "Wait, boy, no Moxxie! We could talk about this! Please! Ahhhh!"
"Sorry pops, too late for talking." There was a bright dark-purple Intense light, brighter than the dark sickly-green flames, shining through the windows.
[10 Minutes Later — POV: Moxxie]
Fixing the necklace around my neck — now having a crimson hue to it — I looked up at the mansion burning down. Holding the necklace up facing it towards the mansion, I heard footsteps behind me.
Letting go of the necklace as I turned around, I saw a female hellhound approaching.
"Oh hey, Grace. How's everything going? I assume everything is going to plan."
She fixed her glasses, staring at me with a serious look.
[Grace:] "Sir, we have run into some resistance. But nothing that our people couldn't handle themselves. Other than that, there are no other hiccups to mention. But I do have some concerns."
Smiling at her as I dusted off my suit, getting rid of some ash. "Speak. What are your concerns?"
[Grace:] Sir, what should we do if your father's busi—
"Sperm donor, Grace." I corrected her.
[Grace:] "Um. Yes. Your sperm donor's business partners might start asking questions about your fath— sperm donor's whereabouts and you taking over."
Walking up to her, I patted her shoulder. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that. They don't care about my sperm donor or who's in charge. They don't care as long as the money keeps flowing."
"After all, this is the Greed Ring. Keep this all under wraps. I want you to weed out everyone who is loyal to him and…" I chuckled.
"Make them sleep with the hell-fishes. I always wanted to say that. But yeah, leave their families be and give them some money. Have some of our people watch them — you know, keep them safe."
"After all, they might have been loyal to him, but this is still a family, and family takes care of their own."
Squeezing her shoulder, I let her go and walked away, leaving her there just as my ride pulled up. It was a 1930 Cadillac V-16 I had repainted midnight purple. It came to a stop.
The driver door opened as a shark demon stepped out. He looked just like King Shark.
He was wearing a butler outfit with white gloves. He walked to the back door, opening it and holding it for me.
Stepping up to the car about to get in, I stopped and looked over at Grace.
"Anyway Grace, you know what to do next. If any serious problems come up, you know where to find me."
She bowed.
[Grace:] "Yes sir, everything will be handled." Nodding to her. "Good girl." I got into the car as Bobby shut the door and made his way to the driver's seat.
He started the car and drove off, leaving behind Grace and the burning mansion. A dark red portal appeared in front of the car. We drove through and it closed behind us.
As we exited, we pulled onto the streets.
Looking out the window at Imp City, I held up my necklace, looking at it and smiling.
"I hope I'm making you proud, Pops. Hahaha."
Calming down, I let go of the necklace and enjoyed the ride.
When I suddenly remembered Chazwick — I had forgotten him in the mansion. Smacking my face. "Fuck, and he had a great ass too. Oh well, I was planning to kill him anyway."
***
[2 Years Later — POV: Blitzø]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Running down the street from a group of shark demons chasing me. Knocking over a demon in my way.
[Random Demon:] Watch where you're going, fuck face!
"Sorry, not sorry, fucktard!" Making a turn into an alley, hoping to shake off my pursuers. Only to see a fucking wall in my way.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. What kind of movie cliché shit is this?" Turning around to run out of the alley, only to stop when I saw the shark demons blocking the way.
Backing up as they walked closer until my back hit the wall.
"Umm. Hey guys, maybe we could talk about this like civilized demons?" Raising my hands up. They didn't say anything as they kept walking toward me.
"Not the talking types, huh? Um, what's that!?" Pointing dramatically behind them. I stood there awkwardly as no one turned around.
[Random Shark Demon:] Enough playing games, Blitzø. The boss wants to see you.
Chuckling.
"Oh, is that all? If your boss wants to see me so bad, I could just give them a photo and they can see me whenever they want.
Or does your boss want to see me for a date? Because I'm a fuck-first kind of guy." Stopping when I saw the shark demon pull out a gun.
"He—ouch!"
Feeling a sharp sting in my neck, I reached up, pulling something out. Looking down, I saw it was a red dart. "Oh Satan." Looking up, I saw the shark demon putting away the gun.
[Random Shark Demon:] Bag him.
Seeing two shark demons coming toward me, I tried hitting one when they got close. But my vision swam. "What the fuck did you fuckers d—" Everything went black.
Feeling a slight headache as I came to.
Opening my eyes, I shut them again because it was too bright. After a couple of seconds I opened them, adjusting to the light.
"Ooo. Fuck, that's the last time I do heroin, crack, and Everclear at the same time." Looking around, I was in some kind of homey living room.
"The fuck?" Trying to stand up, I realized I couldn't.
Glancing down, I saw I was tied up with rope and taped to a chair.
"Fuck, did I sleep with a crazy kinky bitch again?" Hearing a door open, I looked up. Seeing a well-dressed Imp that was fucking taller than me about 8 foot.
[???:] Oh, it's about time you woke up, sleeping beauty.
I saw him walking by with a tray of tea and snacks. He set the tray on the coffee table in front of me, then walked toward the dark purple couch opposite from me.
Taking a seat and crossing his legs. Giving me a chance to get a really good look at him.
'Dear Satan, he's hot!'
[???:] Now, no doubt you're wondering why you're here.
"Yes, I would definitely like to know that. If you just wanted me for some kinky shit, all you had to do was ask."
He laughed a little.
[???:] Well, that might be… fun? But first I should introduce myself. My name is Moxxie, but you might know me by my other name — Trigon.
A cold sweat and a strong shiver ran down my spine hearing that name. "Oh fuck me."
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[HRB:] Hey, sorry this took longer to get out. To be honest with you guys, I was having a tough time figuring out where I wanted this to go.
Anyway, I want your guys' feedback. Also give me some ideas for what Moxxie could do in Hell — I might use them in the future. And if you guys couldn't tell, this is an AU. I'm not following the timeline; I'm playing around with it.
So there will be characters who shouldn't appear yet making an appearance way earlier than they should. So don't overthink that.
But yeah, I think that's it. Give me a review and comments and all that good stuff. Have a good day and I'll see you guys later. Bye and stay safe out there.