[Ring: Pride Ring - Location: Outskirts of Imp City, Moxxie's private property, living room - Moxxie POV]
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[Blitzø:] "Oh fuck me."
Chuckling, As I see him slowly start to panic. "Oh, calm down I'm not going to do anything terrible to you and—" I paused, checking him out from head to toe.
He had wearing a biker outfit complete with black gloves and boots. "Maybe on the fucking." I saw him gulp down his saliva.
"But that's not why I called you here. By the way, I appreciate you showing up." He looked at me with a deadpan, fearful expression.
[Blitzø:] "Yes, I love going to meetings that require me to be chased down, drugged, and tied up to a chair. Meeting an unknown terrifying demon… NOT!"
Laughing. [Blitzø:] "What's so funny, you big red fuck!"
I stopped laughing and looked him in the eyes, still seeing the fear there.
"Even though you're scared, you still got the guts to talk to me like that. I don't know if I'd call that brave, stupidity, or straight-up pride. But that would be normal since you were born in The Pride Ring."
"But anyway." Reaching for a teacup, I poured myself some tea. "That's why you're here today. Not only do you got that—let's call it the pride in you—but you also got the guts to be something more than a low-class Imp. Fighting for scraps from the higher-ups."
Adding some honey to my tea, I mixed it as I watched the honey dissolve. Sitting back, I took a sip. "Oh, that's good. I got this from the living world. From a nice sweet old lady named Bellamy."
Seeing him looking at me with a what the fuck expression. "My bad, I got off track. Now where was I? Ah—yes, your dream. Challenging the system and all that shit."
"Well, I say challenge, but it's more about you wanting to rise above your station and be more."
"Now, what do you know about me?" I drank my tea, looking at him. He swallowed.
[Blitzø:] "Well, I never heard the name Moxxie before. But I sure as hell know the name Trigon, the Boogeyman of Greed Ring. By the way, that is a unimaginable nickname."
Shrugging my shoulders as I take a sip of my tea. "I chose the name Trigon, didn't pick the nickname. Everyone else started calling me the Boogeyman and it stuck.
[Blitzø:] "Yeah, I bet. Anyway, they pop up about half a year ago in the Greed Ring and started taking control of the crime families and uniting them under their banner. Everybody believed that Mammon was going to put a stop to this upstart. But instead, he came out publicly supporting them."
[Blitzø:] "A lot of demons and sinners started to believe that Mammon and Trigon made some kind of deal. Whatever it was, Mammon let them have free rein in the Greed Ring. With Trigon becoming this Boogeyman mystery demon."
[Blitzø:] "Nobody didn't even know what their shadow looked like, let alone their gender, if they were Hellborn or Sinner. Some demons believe they were a noble. The only thing people really know is that they appeared soon after Crimson disappeared."
[Blitzø:] "But nobody would believe it was an Imp behind all this. So why is a big shot looking for a nobody like me?"
Smiling, I listened to him do the information dump for me. Finishing my tea, I set the cup down.
"That's good, that's good. I'm going to give my people a raise for not spreading my information and keeping their mouths shut tight to the point that nobody even knew if I was female or male."
[Blitzø:] "Cool, I'm glad that we could establish that you're fucking Trigon, man. But that doesn't answer my question. Why am I here?"
Blinking. "Oh right. You see, I've been hearing through the grapevine that you want to establish your own company. Trying to recruit/hire anyone who will listen while doing mercenary work."
[Blitzø:] "Yeah, that's true, but what the fuck does that have to do with you? I never took a job dealing with your people or getting involved with anything related to Trigon. I kept away like the plague."
"Haha. No, no, I think you are getting the wrong idea. You see." I stood up slowly, walking towards him until I was behind him. Leaning my head down and staring him right in the eyes.
"You see, I am bored now." Whatever he saw in my eyes made him flinch. Sitting back up, I walked around the room. "I'm bored doing the whole mobster thing now."
"Hell, the reason I did it and went so hard at it was just so I could succeed where someone else couldn't and to really piss them off that I achieved their dreams."
Ripping off my necklace, I looked at it, smiling like the Joker. Grabbing the amethyst point, I started squeezing until cracks formed. It simultaneously combusted into dark purple flames as a high-pitched screaming came from it.
[Blitzø:] "Ahh!.. thud.. Ugh.. f-uck." Ignoring him for now, I looked at the amethyst burning and listened to the screams.
"I succeeded in taking your dream, so I don't need you anymore." Tossing the burning amethyst into the fireplace, the timber immediately caught on fire. I watched it burn, listening.
[Blitzø:] (muffled) "What!?"
Staring at the flames for minutes as the screams eventually faded, replaced by the crackling of the fire.
"Goodbye." Turning around to face Blitzø, I looked around confused, not seeing him. "Blitzø, where are you?"
[Blitzø:] (muffled) "Down here."
Hearing him, I looked down and saw him face-first into the carpet. "What are you doing down there?"
[Blitzø:] "You know I'm a carpet specialist and I just had to get a closer look at your carpet… What the fuck do you think I'm doing!"
Chuckling, I flicked my hand as the chair lifted by itself, sitting him back up. Catching something shiny out of the corner of my right eye. Glancing revealed it to be a pocket knife.
Flicking my hand, it floated nicely to me. Looking it over. "Hmm." Looking up at Blitzø, I waved the pocket knife. "Did you drop this?"
[Blitzø:] "Ha, I never seen a knife like that in my life, ha ha."
I stared at him, letting him sweat. "Sooooo—this ain't your name carved on the wood, right?" Flipping the blade over, showing him his name carved into the wood: Blitzø (the O is silent).
[Blitzø:] "Oh, would you look at that. That does say my name. Funny that, huh?"
"Yeah, funny that." Closing the knife, I placed it on the coffee table. Then I picked up a cookie. "So, like I was saying." Crunch. Munch. Swallow.
"I'm bored. And I want to do something new. So hearing about this Imp in the Pride Ring having this big dream—wanting to start his own company and rise above his station—I was like, 'Hmm, that sounds fun.'"
"So I had my people track him down, get information about him, names, all that, and invite him to come have a meeting with me. But yeah the little prick had to run away, but not before he gouged out Jeff's right eye with a fucking glass bottle."
I stared at him with a heated gaze, making him shrink back into the chair, sweating.
[Blitzø:] "Ha. In my defense, I kind of panicked when I saw the group of Trigon's demons looking for me for unknown reasons. So I went into fight-or-flight response and it just so happened that it was fight before flight. Ha… ha… ha."
I continued to stare at him while dusting the crumbs off my suit. "Me and you both know it didn't happen like that. They approached you, extending my invitation on my behalf."
[Blitzø:] "Well, in my defense, you have a very terrifying reputation. You make sinners like Anna Marie Hahn look like a guinea pig compared to you. Also, I didn't want to take a chance that you were a noble."
Huffing. "Am I really that bad?" I whispered that part to myself, shaking my head. "Okay, I might have been a little intense and cruel in my campaign. But I ain't that bad."
[Blitzø:] "What about the Winston family that you had impaled and blood-eagled, turning them into a tourist trap in the Greed Ring? All because they didn't fall in line."
Pausing when I heard that. Clearing my throat.
"Like I said, not that bad. But yeah, we're getting sidetracked. I want to help you get your little business up and started. Have my backing, my money, and whatever else you need."
"And in return, I get 50% of the company. I also want to join the team. So what do you say?" I watched him as he closed his eyes, thinking about it. Before opening them.
[Blitzø:] "What do I say? …How about a fatass NO! I don't need your fucking charity. I don't need your bored-ass handout. I mean, come on, did you really think I was going to accept your shitty ass business proposal?"
[Blitzø:] "Even if I would have thought about it—and that is a big IF!—I sure as hell wouldn't have accepted it after getting kidnapped, tied to a chair, and enduring your yapping fest."
Watching him breathing heavily after is little rant, I started laughing softly. "Well, I can't say I'm not surprised that you refused. I would have been more surprised if you did accept."
Walking back towards the couch, I flopped down. Looking back at him, I smiled.
"Well, I guess I can make this deal sweeter for you. Alright, I know you had a run-in with a young Imp woman going by the name Millie on your last mercenary job. Ever since then, you've been looking for her to try to recruit/hire."
"Not only will I help you find her—or do you one better, I'll tell you exactly her location. But wait, there's more."
Seeing him give me a weird look. 'Oh right, the movie doesn't exist yet.' Awkwardly clearing my throat.
"Anywho, like I was saying. I know you've been desperately trying to adopt a pup—actually, you can't call her a pup anymore—a teenager soon-to-be-adult Hellhound named Loona."
"You've been trying to adopt her for a long time but kept getting blocked every time. But I can make that problem disappear. So what do you say to my new offer?"
"50% of the company, I join, my backing and money, give you the location of Millie, and no more roadblocks on adopting Loona."
Reaching out and making myself another tea, I waited for his decision. We sat there in silence with the occasional chewing, munching, and swallowing noises coming from me eating snacks. This continued for the next 10 minutes.
Before the silence was finally broken.
[Blitzø:] "You promise that I will be able to adopt Loona?"
Pausing with a cookie in my hand a few inches away from my mouth, I put it back down.
"Yep, you have my word. One call from me and you will have your daughter at home today."
He let out a long exhale.
"Alright, but only 35% of the company and I don't want your Trigon persona associated with my company, family, or me. Only if it's an emergency. You don't get to boss around my employees. I don't expect you to listen to me. But I do hope you show some respect to me at work and get your job done."
He looked at me with a serious look. Well, as best as someone could while tied up. Rubbing my chin while thinking about it. 'I should really grow a beard. That would be cool. White beards are cool, right?'
Mentally slapping myself to get back into the conversation, I smiled at him. Before snapping my fingers as the ropes and tape fell off of him. Holding my right hand out for him to shake.
"And you, my fellow, have a deal." He rubbed his wrist while looking at me before taking my hand in a firm grip. Smiling as we shook hands.
Before I remembered I never asked him what his company was about—even though I already knew. It would be weird if I didn't.
"Blitzø, I forgot to ask, but what is your company and its name?" I had never seen someone smile that widely with such a proud look.
He let go of my hand, jumping onto my coffee table, knocking down the tray with the snacks and tea onto the floor, causing some of it to break and spill onto my nice ass carpet.
Feeling my right eyebrow twitch violently. Looking up, about to give him a nasty gut-check. Seeing him making a goofy pose on top of my coffee table. Before I could do anything, he shouted.
[Blitzø:] "My company name is I.M.P! Immediate Murder Professionals! And our job is to take contracts from sinners who want revenge on someone from the living world for getting them sent to Hell. We go up top, assassinate the fucker, and then get paid."
He put his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest in pride. Taking a deep breath, I let it out, calming myself. Already knowing but still had to ask.
"Alright, I like the idea, but how are you going to go to the living world?" Dumping cold water on his excitement.
I watched him deflate, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly as he climbed down from my coffee table.
[Blitzø:] "Um… That's a surprise for now. Until I get the building and everybody together to show everyone. Haha."
He laughed awkwardly.
'Oh so he didn't fuck/stole the grimoire from Stolas yet. I do have my ways of going to the living world. But then I won't have a connection to Stolas through him.
'I don't even know what I would use that connection for but I could think of something.'
Shrugging, I stood up, heading towards the landline.
"Understandable. Anyway, I'm going to make some calls so you'll be able to adopt Loona today like I promised."
[Blitzø:] "All right, cool. I'll um just wait here."
Stopping before I could turn the corner, I turned back around, looking at him as he started to look around. Squinting my eyes at him.
"Don't break anything." Fully turning the corner, I headed towards the landline.
Picking up the phone, I dialed Greta's number.
While waiting for her to pick up, I grabbed the pen and paper on the desk. Writing down my personal phone number. By the time I finished, I heard Greta pick up.
[Greta:] "Hello? Who am I speaking to?"
"Hey Greta, how's my favorite Hellhound doing?"
[Greta:] "Oh sir, it's you. I'm doing fine. Did something happen for you to call me?"
"Haha. No, no, nothing like that, Greta. I just need you to handle some things for me, that's all."
[Greta:] "Understandable, sir. What do you need me to do?"
"Good, so I need you to—"
[10 minutes later - Moxxie POV]
"You got all that, Greta?"
[Greta:] "Yes sir, I'll have everything done before dinner."
"That's great. Well, that's pretty much all I need you to do. So I'm going to let you get to that. Have a good day, Greta, and bye."
[Greta:] "Yes, have a good day sir, and goodbye."
Hearing the other end go silent, I hung up. Grabbing the paper with my number, I picked up the pen again and wrote down Millie's most visited location which is a bar called BloodyRags.
Finishing, I walked back into the front room. Seeing Blitzø eating the snacks off the floor. Hearing me, he turned around with a cookie in his hand and crumbs on his lips. He swallowed.
[Blitzø:] "Hey. Umm. These cookies are really good."
"Right. Anyway, I already arranged for you to be able to adopt Loona today. I also arranged a driver to take you."
Holding up the piece of paper with my phone number and Millie's location on it.
"This is also my phone number and Millie's most visited location." His eyes got bright as he stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
Wiping his hand on his leather jacket. He stood up, snatching the paper from my hand. Reading it before shoving it into his pocket.
Sighing. 'I am starting to regret my decision.' "All right, since you got everything, time to get the fuck out."
Walking over to my couch, I flopped down. Pointing toward the front door.
"Go on, get. The driver is outside. His name is Bobby—try your best not to piss him off."
[Blitzø:] "Hey, even though this started off rocky and kinky—"
'Where the fuck did he get kinky from?'
[Blitzø:] "I would like to um…"
Seeing him become nervous, I didn't interrupt him.
[Blitzø:] "IwouldliketothankyouforhelpingmeinadoptingLoonaokaybye."
Before I could fully process what he said, he rushed towards the door, opening it before slamming it hard.
Causing one of my photos to fall off the wall and hit the floor, breaking.
Looking over at it, I sighed. "Fuck, I'm really starting to regret this."
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[HRB:] I am sorry to think I am better at action scenes. Also I feel like I was having trouble with the back and forth with Blitzø and Moxxie. I was trying not to make it seem one-sided.
Anyway I would like to know what you guys think. Did I over explain too much stuff or not enough? Did I mess up on Blitzø Personality?
Also give me some ideas on how Moxxie persona Trigon became the Boogeyman of the greed ring.
So yeah leave a review comment do all that good stuff and I will see you guys next time. Stay safe out there.