[The clip then cuts to Blitzø holding a grimoire, while Moxxie and Millie are arranging lit candles on the floor in a pentagram.]
["Well, luckily for you. Thanks to our company's special access to the living world." Blitzø pointed his hand towards Moxxie and Millie before smiling evilly as he opened up the grimoire, which caused the pentagram to open up a portal, which Moxxie and Millie ran away from.]
["We can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!" Blitzø proclaimed as he walked over the demonic portal, as he faced towards the camera with a devilish grin and spread his arms, and allowed himself to fall backwards into the portal.]
Everyone across the three planes just went silent as they all tried to understand just what they heard.
He had said it almost offhandedly.
But there was no mistaking what he meant.
They had traveled to Earth.
They had taken contracts from the dead.
And they killed the living, all for the money and revenge for the Sinners.
The silence didn't last long though.
Soon enough, everyone's faces paled as everyone began shouting in shock, horror, anger, fear, despair, and so many other emotions as everyone scrambled around, trying to grasp the fact that demons are capable of travelling to Earth.
And since I.M.P. proved that they could get to Earth, that means any other demon could have the potential to do just that.
{Earth}
On Earth, entire crowds screamed in collective disbelief, and emergency hotlines flooded with panicked calls. News outlets frantically scrambled to cut in with live coverage. Social media platforms buckled under the weight of hashtags like #DemonicHitmen and #HellBreachedEarth. People were crying, running into the streets, and demanding answers from governments that had none.
At universities, professors tried and failed to offer any rational explanation, and conspiracy theorists screamed into webcams, their theories are now proven as fact in the worst way possible.
United States of America:
"THAT'S HIM!!! THAT'S THE SON OF A BITCH WE'VE BEEN CHASING FOR WEEKS!!" Agent One practically howled as he jabbed a shaky finger at the screen.
"YEAH! AND WE HAVE ILLEGITIMATE PROOF THAT THEY'RE USING SOME DARK MAGIC TO KILL SPECIFIC TARGETS!!!" Agent Two screamed beside him.
"WILL YOU TWO IDIOTS SHUT UP FOR FIVE DAMN SECONDS?!"
Trump roared at them both, to which they immediately complied.
"So let me get this straight, you're telling me that these demonic bastards have been carrying out assassinations on American soil... and the only reason no one knew was because you two couldn't catch them in time?" He said through clenched teeth.
"W-well, yes sir!" Agent One stammered, "B-but it's not because we didn't try! Every time we've tracked them down, those bastards always disappeared to Hell when we arrived on the scene, and those demons always target random people, so it's impossible to narrow down where they'll strike next!" Agent One retorted.
"And why didn't Biden or I hear of these murders before?" Trump growled at them.
"B-because we're from DHORKS sir, a-and you know damn well nobody's taken us seriously since the 'Cursed Raccoon Incident.' If that broadcast hadn't outed them, we'd still be ignored!" Agent Two added nervously.
"Y-yeah! And you would probably laugh at our faces if we say that the culprits are literal demons from Hell!" Agent One blurted out, to which Agent Two slapped his mouth shut in fear of making the former President angry.
Donald Trump was utterly furious at their stupidity and wanted to yell at them, to throw something, but instead, he inhaled deeply and forced himself to calm down. Like it or not, those two imbeciles made a point.
"Tch... fine." Trump muttered under his breath, "You two made a good argument. Congratulations."
Agent One and Two blinked in confusion.
"Wait... really?"
Trump's gaze darkened as he continued, "Yes. Because what you two just confirmed is something I feared from the beginning, demons can come to Earth and kill civilians under our watch, and that is something I can't stand."
He got up from his seat as he stared down the two cowering agents and said, "Effective immediately, I'm appointing both of you as special operatives of the Paranormal Threat Division. You two will lead a task force dedicated to tracking, locating, and... let's say, persuasively interrogating... these demons."
"U-um, but sir..." Agent Two hesitantly raised a hand, "With all due respect, we don't really have the manpower or funding to..."
"That will no longer be an issue." Trump stated with a wave of his hand, "By the time this broadcast is over, I will double, no triple, no quadruple your salary. And you'll get unlimited access to our latest weaponry."
Suddenly, the two agents' terrified expressions turned into excited ones as they squealed and jumped up and down as they definitely weren't expecting this.
"Did you hear that Agent Two? We are no longer the laughing stock anymore! Haha!! Oh man, everyone is going to be so jealous that we're getting promoted!" Agent One screamed, grabbing his partner's shoulders.
"I know! We finally get to prove that demons are real and that they are a dangerous threat to all of mankind!" Agent Two practically bounced on her toes as she squealed, "We gotta tell everyone in DHORKS HQ about the good news!"
As the two agents were going on about their 'promotion', Trump went back to his seat and stared coldly at Blitzø's face.
"Blitzø huh, you and your company just made an enemy out of the entire United States government."
Canada:
"W-wait... w-what did he just say?" Kathleen stammered, her voice trembling as her eyes widened in disbelief. For a few chilling seconds, the live chat that normally scrolled endlessly with comments, emojis, and memes came to an eerie standstill.
Then... it quickly exploded into a chaotic flood of reactions.
{WTF!!!}
{SHIT, I DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN! 😨😨}
{Welp, humanity is fucked now.}
Kathleen's hands flew to her headphones, yanking them off as she mumbled, "T-there's no way that's actually true, right?! Did he just say that the people we've wronged in Hell can send literal demon assassins after us?!"
Her voice cracked into a shriek as she grabbed both sides of her ponytail, tugging them in pure panic, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
She stood up suddenly, nearly knocking over her chair in the process, before dropping back into it, hugging her knees and rocking slightly as adrenaline surged through her.
"CHAT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!" She yelled, her voice rising with every word, "It means that every petty argument, every bad breakup, every time we ghosted someone, bullied someone, screwed someone over... could literally come back to bite us in the ass if they're dead and hold a grudge in Hell!"
The livestream chat exploded again, but this time with a mixture of panic, confession, and paranoia.
Some viewers admitted to wronging people who had died recently. Others posted theories or links, while a few just typed in strings of emojis in nervous hysteria. One person even claimed they once cursed out their late neighbor and now swore they'd seen shadowy figures outside their house since the broadcast started.
Kathleen's face paled as a specific memory resurfaced, one she had buried long ago.
She had always known that fame came at a cost. As a popular livestreamer and cosplayer, she'd dealt with her fair share of creepy DMs, unsolicited gifts, and obsessive fans. However, there was one incident she never discussed publicly. A fan had tracked down her location once. He showed up outside her apartment building, muttering strange things about being her 'soulmate.' It took the police to get him off her property, and he was eventually imprisoned for stalking and harassment.
Kathleen had felt safe again... for a time.
But now her blood ran cold.
What she didn't know was that her stalker had died in prison. And if this broadcast was telling the truth, and Hell was sending out assassins for vengeance...
"Oh... oh God," She whispered, her eyes widened with horror as she clutched her chest, "Don't tell me... don't tell me that psycho is down there blaming me... and he's gonna send those assassins to try to kill me!"
Her voice cracked as she curled up into a ball, her body trembling as she sobbed, "I-I don't want to die over something I had no control over! I didn't do anything wrong! I was only trying to protect myself!"
The chat quickly noticed her sudden breakdown and tried to offer her support:
{You'll be okay, Bubblegum. 💖💖}
{He can't hurt you anymore. 😁}
{Everything is going to be okay.👍}
{He might be watching though...😈}
{The broadcast did say that ANY sinner can hire them for their service.🤔🤔}
Kathleen sniffled, wiping her cheeks hastily with her sleeves as she tried to regain her composure.
"Y-you're right, Chat..." She sniffled as she wiped a few tears, "We need to warn people. Anyone who's ever hurt someone, even if it was unintentional... You need to make amends. Now."
Her voice cracked again as she continued, "Because if those broadcasts are right... If Hell has its own little hitman service...."
She leaned in close to the camera, her tear-streaked face filled the screen and said, "Tell your friends. Tell your families. You could be next, and you won't even see it coming."
The screen blinked with heart emojis, concerned messages, and words of support. But behind all of them lingered the same chilling thought:
What if someone I wronged... is watching from Hell?
New Zealand:
The dimly lit basement hummed faintly with the sound of a portable generator in the corner. A corkboard cluttered with red strings and taped photos stood against the far wall. Four people sat around a rickety foldout table, their faces half-illuminated by the light of a laptop showing a frame from the broadcast.
"What the fuck?!" Benjamin yelled as he paced back and forth and tugged at his messy curls, "They had a fucking way to get here?! I fucking knew it! The government really is run by lizard people and demons!"
His brother, Logan groaned as he grabbed a rolled-up magazine and swatted his brother on the back of the head, "No, you fucking dolt- it's probably really rare for them or something. After all, this looks like a private business, not a fucking federal one."
"I don't know." Emma, the housekeeper muttered nervously as she twisted the ring on her finger, "It's unsettling to know that Hell can just... open a doorway here. And worse, they can send demons through it Demons who are getting paid to kill the living."
Cobalt, a paid mercenary, leaned back on his chair with one boot on the table and a cigarette dangling from his lips and gave a dry chuckle, "Assassins from Hell. Cute. Makes my line of work look like shit." He said as he flicked some ash into a nearby tray, "Guess we've all got to be a bit more careful about who we piss off now."
Benjamin stopped pacing and his brow furrowed as he asked, "Still... how the hell did they even manage to open a portal? I don't see any technology they use to open it."
Cobalt exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing as he recalled the footage, "It's probably that weird book Blitzø was holding. He waved it around right before that portal opened. My guess? Some kind of relic. A sacred artifact that was probably owned by a higher-up demon."
"Wait... if that book belongs to a high-ranking demon, then doesn't that make this whole 'assassination business' illegal by their standards?" Emma asked with a tilt of her head.
"There are no laws in Hell, Emma," Logan scoffed as he shook his head, "Come on, think about it. If Hell had any form of legal system, there's no way someone like Blitzø of all demons would've gotten his hands on that book in the first place."
"Maybe he stole it?" Benjamin suggested, "Or... maybe he made a deal? Like, got permission to use it for specific targets or something."
"Which raises another question." Cobalt wondered as his expression turned serious, "If Blitzø did make a deal, then what exactly did he trade for it? Who's pulling the strings behind this operation? Did they want a specific target to be killed? Or maybe they're plotting something that involves the humans..."
"It's probably sex."
The three men froze as they turned to the housekeeper in shock at what she just said.
"...I'm sorry, what?" Benjamin blinked, his jaw unhinged slightly.
"The demon probably made a deal with Blitzø just to bang him. I mean, we did see Angel Dust shamelessly seducing a demon in the middle of a gunfight." Emma shrugged nonchalantly.
Logan dropped his head into his hands as he mumbled, "Oh God, please no. Not this again."
"I've heard my fair share of theories." Cobalt said with a sigh, "But that has got to be one of the most ridiculous explanations I've ever heard of today. You seriously believe that some ancient demon gave away a portal-generating artifact just to get laid by Blitzø?!"
"Yeah, even I have to agree that sounds completely far-fetched." Benjamin shrugged, "I mean why even bother to have sex with Blitzø in the first place, just to satisfy their lust? Sorry Em, but I'm with Cobalt on this one."
"Hmph, we'll see whether or not my theory is correct or not." Emma crossed her arms in anger.
New York:
The sharp hum of computer monitors and clacking keys filled the tense air as Private Diaz and Private Morales poured over dozens of homicide files and blacked-out military intelligence reports. The room smelled of stale coffee and paper. Under the cold fluorescent lights, glowing red markers blinked ominously across a map of the city, highlighting known anomalies and cold cases.
"Focus on any case where the witness mysteriously died days after giving their testimony," Sergeant Coleman barked, his fingers flew across his keyboard as he scrolled through a classified database, "We must find something that connects back to those damn demons."
"Sir, we're pulling up at least thirteen confirmed incidents from the past month. All involve sudden, unexplained deaths and all were people who just happened to get in the way of something shady. Either they were witnesses, accidental bystanders, or even cops." Morales reported, his voice tight with disbelief.
"And the reports don't make sense. All of the deaths don't leave any signature traces that make sense and if they were any, the forensics teams just can't explain it." Diaz furrowed his brow as he highlighted some files on his screen.
"Bloody hell... this shouldn't be possible. It's been happening for weeks and we just never noticed. Without the help of the broadcasts, we never would've found the actual culprits." Sergeant Coleman muttered under his breath as he rubbed his temples.
Suddenly, the steel-reinforced door slammed open, drawing everyone's attention as a female voice could be heard.
"Alright, what the bloody hell is all that noise?!"
The three men immediately stood at attention, snapping into a rigid salute the moment they recognized her.
"General Burnwood, ma'am!"
That's right, General Burnwood, age 41, stood at the door and her sleeveless uniform exposed her rippling, scarred arms and a half-lit cigarette hung from her lips as she glared at the puny men in the barracks.
"At ease, soldiers," She commanded, "I came down here to personally review the reports after seeing those broadcasts. Especially since we've got fucking demons publicly admitting that they've been operating on Earth... killing civilians. Right under our goddamn noses."
The trio stood back as Burnwood marched towards the console. She leaned in and scrolled through the evidence they'd compiled: photos of grisly murder scenes, redacted witness testimonies, and blurry screenshots of Blitzø and his team on Earth.
"Hmm, impressive. I didn't know that those disgusting demons have managed to do all of this right under our noses. And they're goddamm professional at their work." General Burnwood muttered as she stroked her chin.
The three men didn't dare to speak up as they all knew how she would react when she got angry and this is one of those times.
With a sigh, she tapped the screen and brought up images of I.M.P.'s headquarters in Hell and it's known associates, "This organization 'I.M.P.' appears to be a private contract killing agency. We must treat them as a rogue paramilitary threat operating outside reality as we know it."
She was quiet for a moment before she gritted her teeth in rage as she clenched her giant fists tightly.
"If these fuckers think that they could just kill innocent civilians and fucking get away with it then they're dead wrong!!"
She roared loudly before she struck a massive fist down onto the wooden desk and almost completely destroyed the table if it wasn't for her complete control of her muscular body.
"Like fuck I'll let them commit these crimes under my watch!! I swear on my life, I'll track down any and all demons in New York and I will personally execute them all!"
Her soldiers stood still, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads as she turned to face them.
"I want every single demon tracked, catalogued, and neutralized if necessary. I don't give a shit if they're hiding in laundromats, cosplay conventions, or Hell's Kitchen itself. If they're on Earth causing havoc, that means they're a threat to global security."
She turned back and pointed to Private Diaz, who instantly straightened up, "You! I need you to a job for me!"
"Y-yes ma'am!" He shouted nervously.
"Contact Alpha, Bravo, and Specter squads, tell them to expand their search, I want all anomalous deaths, unsolved crimes, and demonic sightings cross-referenced and reviewed. I don't care if those turn out to be a ruse! Is that Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am! On it ma'am!!" Diaz shouted, already sprinting out of the barracks.
Sergeant Coleman hesitated before speaking up, "Ma'am... if these imps have a way of breaching Earth... what's to stop others from doing the same?"
"Ma'am." Sgt. Coleman said nervously, "If these... imps can breach Earth, what's to stop others from doing the same?"
General Burnwood was quiet for a moment as she took her cigarette from her mouth and released a puff of air.
"Nothing." She finally said, "Absolutely fucking nothing."
She turned toward the large screen again where I.M.P.'s members appeared on the screen, "And that's what keeps me up at night, boys. Because if a crew of these so-called Imps can casually kill people on Earth for cash... imagine what a real invasion might look like."
Then she turned back to her remaining men, her eyes cold as steel as she spoke, "And that's why we need to find every single demon hiding among us and slowly interrogate them so that we can prevent any future deaths not just for New York, not just for America, but for the entire goddamn world."
{Heaven}
Promenade:
Just like the panicking humans on Earth, the atmosphere in Heaven cracked under the weight of shock and outrage. Word had spread quickly, and now, thousands of Heavenborn souls and Winners were frozen in stunned disbelief after Blitzø's bombshell confession that they'd been killing humans on Earth... for money.
Gasps and panicked murmurs filled the air as halos flickered dim and their feathers ruffled from sheer unease.
"W-what did he just say?!" One angel cried out, her voice cracking under the revelation.
"Killing humans? On Earth? That's not even possible?!" Another angel stammered, gripping their shoulders in horror.
"That's impossible! How in the Lord's name did they possibly do that?! They don't even have magic!"
Children clung tightly to their parents, crying inconsolably as their innocent hearts were unable to process the idea that something from Hell could reach the mortal world and end lives.
Some Heavenborn stormed into the streets of the Promenade, demanding answers while others simply stood in stunned silence, unable to grasp the bombshell that was dropped.
In another sector of Cherubtown, a sparkling city dedicated to watching and guiding mortals towards heaven, the main headquarters of C.H.E.R.U.B. had fallen deathly silent.
Inside, the usual flurry of angelic paperwork had slowed to a halt. The walls that was once filled with detailed dossiers of humans being tracked for intervention now seemed to loom like gravestones.
Collin, Cletus, Keenie, and Deerie stood shoulder-to-shoulder in their main conference room, staring wide-eyed at Blitzø's confession on the screen.
"H-how...?" Collin whispered, clutching the wool tufts of his head as his halo dimmed. "How are they able to cross into Earth without using any magic? Imps aren't supposed to have access to that kind of power!"
"Forget the how, Collin!" Keenie snapped, her voice trembling with fury and disbelief, "Why are they doing it in the first place?! Killing humans just because sinners paid them to?! That's just wrong! Humans are supposed to be saved, not killed!"
Collin flinched but said nothing more.
"That's not the worst thing, Keenie." Cletus looked at the screen in anger as his face turned red with rage, "They made a mockery out of our company! C.H.E.R.U.B is supposed to protect and save the humans and yet those demons killed them all without any reason other than money. They're the exact opposite of what C.H.E.R.U.B is supposed to be!!!"
"Yeah, um, that's definitely not a good thing." Deerie said, while she doesn't look like it on the outside, on the inside she is panicking at the thought of them losing their jobs because they fail to protect the humans.
"B-but how the heck are we supposed to protect people if we don't even know when or where the Imps will strike next?" Collin muttered timidly, "It's not like Kieran will just broadcast their contracts..."
For a moment, no one responded.
Then Cletus lifted his head and answered, "...We need help."
The others turned toward him in surprise.
Everyone turned to look at Cletus who cleared his throat and explained, "We are constantly trying to save other humans lives to prevent them from committing suicide or doing any bad deeds that'll make them get sent to Hell, and now with the threat that those Imps will try to disrupt our plans by killing them, we need to ask help from anyone who is willing to work with us."
"But how are we supposed to do that?!" Keenie pointed to the currently rioting Heavenborn and sinners outside before shouting, "There's no way that anyone would be willing to listen to us after what that broadcast was shown!!"
"Hmm, yeah, I think I got an idea." Deerie slowly raised her hand, "One of my friends owes me a favour and they're willing to help our cause if they want to protect the humans... yeah."
"And who exactly is this friend?" Cletus asked.
Deerie hesitated, then gave a small, sheepish smile.
"Well, it's not just one, but three of them, yeah."
Emily sat curled up in her seat, her face buried in her trembling hands as tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Her sobs echoed softly against the ornate marble walls and the glittering stained-glass windows casting rainbow patterns across her figure. The small Kitsuna at her side nuzzled into her lap, letting out soft whimpers in a feeble attempt to comfort her.
*Hic* *Hic* "Why... Why would they do that? Why would anyone kill so many innocent people? What could possibly be worth such cruelty?!" She sobbed uncontrollably.
Jesus however said nothing as he stared at the screen, his face blank of any expression.
Suddenly... he inhaled deeply before quickly exhaling.
"This entire business model... it's built around revenge and vengeance. Which is... concerning."
Emily looked at Jesus who looked almost emotionless and furious.
Emily slowly looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy as the Kitsuna followed her gaze.
"Each one of those humans they targeted... each life they ended... They weren't just statistics. They were my children." Jesus continued, his fists tightened slightly at his sides, "Their souls have the potential for love, mercy, and redemption, not for slaughter... and yet they took their lives without any mercy."
"So... does that mean... you're going to stop them?" Emily stood up shakily and asked.
Jesus turned his head towards her and said, "Yes... but not in the way you think."
Emily blinked and was confused by what he's saying, "Wait... what?"
"They must be stopped, yes," He affirmed, walking forward slowly, "But not through more bloodshed. I will stop them... by offering something they've never truly had: a chance."
Emily was shocked by what Jesus was saying, "A chance?! Uncle Jesus, they're killing humans! What they did is wrong! They're committing murder, over and over again! You saw it! You heard him! They are proud of it! Why would you still want to help them?!"
He stopped in front of her, lowering to one knee to meet her eye to eye.
"Because there is still a chance of saving them." Jesus said softly.
Suddenly, he began to walk out of the palace as he continued, "You don't know what they have been through Emily, I have seen their suffering, their grief, their loneliness, they just have a bad hand in life with no one else to guide them."
Jesus then created a glowing portal but before he stepped through, he turned one last time to look at his niece.
"Emily, just because they have blood on their hands doesn't make them deserve death. Tf there is a chance, I will help them guide them and hopefully change their lives for the better."
And with that, Jesus stepped through the portal, vanishing in a bright light, leaving Emily alone in the palace.
The Kitsuna softly licked her hand, as if to say: 'Maybe... just maybe... he's right.'
Exterminator Angel Bunkers:
The entire base roared with fury as the sound of slammed fists, kicked furniture, and curses echoed off the reinforced walls. The thought of those disgusting demons killing humans who haven't even died yet just infuriated them to no end.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT!!"
"KILLING HUMANS ON EARTH?! THAT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE POSSIBLE!! IMPS HAVE NO MAGIC WHATSOEVER! SO HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT?!"
"THEY WILL PAY WITH THEIR BLOOD!!!"
During all of the shouting and yelling, the Kitsunas in the base started getting anxious as they're tiny paws clenched, waiting for them to do something reckless before they stepped in.
That can wait however as Viola stood up and shouted, "BE QUIET!!!"
Everyone in the base went silent as they tried to protest but she shouted again, "IF YOU GUYS KEEP SHOUTING! EVERYONE WILL KNOW ABOUT THIS PLACE!! DO YOU ALL WANT THAT HUH?!!"
Begrudgingly, the exorcists backed off, they knew she was right. As much as they hated it, letting their emotions control them would only bring havoc down on all of them.
It's bad enough that the entirety of Heaven wants their heads for killing their friends and families, they don't want to draw themselves too much attention.
Still, that doesn't mean that everyone was happy about it.
"So what, Viola?! We shouldn't just ignore what we just saw!" Charlotte snapped, her red eyes burned with fury, "We're just going to sit here while demons butcher humans on Earth?! Do you really expect us to just pretend that we didn't see anything at all?!"
"That's not what she's saying Charlotte!" Claire interjected, stepping up beside Viola with a firm look on her face, "We all want answers just as much as you do, we can't just rush down there without a plan. That's suicide!"
"Well why don't we just go down to hell and kill them already!" The purple-haired exorcist yelled from the back as she shoved her way forward, "We know exactly where they are. We have their names, their location, everything! What are we waiting for?! Let's march straight into Hell and end this now before they claim more lives!"
"We can't Riley!" Montoya stepped in, trying to calm her down, "Extermination Day is already over and you know that only Adam has the power to open a gateway to hell and he's busy talking with Sera right now, so we literally can't do anything right now!"
"So you're suggesting that we do nothing?! After what we just witnessed? After what they've done?!" An exorcist growled as they narrowed their eyes at the three angels.
Viola however stood her ground as she explained, "That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't like it either that those loathsome demons can freely go to Earth and start killing humans, but we are on thin ice right now since the broadcast started. We just need to wait until Adam gets back and hopefully we can deal with them when the time comes."
Almost everyone at the base instantly despised the idea, especially Charlotte. But they can't deny that her logic remains sound.
The Kitsunas let out a small sigh of relief, glad that the situation had de-escalated.
"... Fine." Charlotte growled before she stepped forward and stared Viola in the eye and said, "You better be right about this Viola, otherwise we'll need something else to vent our anger on. And I'm not feeling particularly patient these days."
"That's fine by me." Viola said as the two of them glared at each other.
{Hell}
Meanwhile in Hell, a storm of chaos was brewing. Sinners across the pride ring went into a frenzy. Bars erupted into shouting matches, clubs turned into planning hubs, and back-alley corners saw rapid deals being struck over whatever scrap of information anyone could get about how to contact I.M.P.
"No way... they can even do that?" A goat-headed sinner gasped in a tattered cloak.
"They can and they do." Another sinner confirmed who had already pulled out a notebook and furiously scribbled the names of enemies, exes, and former business partners.
Even among the rival demon assassins, those who had carved names for themselves through successful contracts and even successfully killing Overlords, stared at their screens in stunned silence. Some seethed with jealousy while others looked in awe as whispers of admiration and resentment spread like wildfire.
"Since when the fuck are those imps able to start a murder company?" A tall demoness snarled, "Who even gave them that kind of access anyway?!"
"Doesn't matter." Another assassin muttered in a low tone, "They are getting more and more popular by the fucking minute."
Back in the imp-populated districts, Blitzø had become something more of a legend overnight. Other Imps stared at the screen in disbelief.
After all, imps were constantly mocked, mistreated, and stepped on by high-ranking demons and Blitzø had done something none of them had dared dream of. He founded a business that actually succeeded.
Some even began considering the idea of supporting I.M.P., offering muscle, gear, intel, even clients. Not out of charity, but out of respect. After all, if Blitzø was able to rise through the ranks, then maybe the rest of them can do to.
Pride Ring:
A quiet, sinister murmur rippled through the crowd as a tall rabbit demon in a bloodstained casino tux leaned forward from the poker table, slowly spinning a silver-plated revolver on the table.
"Well, well... now that's a game changer." He said with a toothy smirk, "And here I thought my fun was limited to this garbage heap. But this... this changes everything."
Beside him, another sinner shuffled his playing cards with a flick of his claws, "Doubt they'd accept contracts on the big fish. No way they'd be stupid enough to take on someone like a world leader. But... petty revenge? That's right up their alley."
"I don't need them to kill a president. I just want that sniveling rat bastard who ratted me out to the feds. Him and all of his little friends." The rabbit's grin widened into an evil smile.
Elsewhere, in a dimly lit den carved into the side of a collapsed cathedral, a sheep demon with charred wool and trembling hooves stared at the broadcast with hopeful eyes.
"Wait. Wait." He gasped out, pushing through a crowd of other desperate souls gathering around a flickering TV screen, "Are you telling me... that imp has a way to get to Earth?!"
A bored-looking succubus glanced up from her phone with a dry expression and said, "Yeah. There is one way. But you're not gonna like it."
"Please... I'll do anything. Anything! I just want to see my wife and kids one more time!" The sinner pleaded.
The crowd immediately shifted around her with all ears.
She sighed, already annoyed by the attention as she explained, "The easiest way to do that is through an Asmodean crystal. Those babies can open a temporary portal to Earth, but they're extremely hard to get."
"From the Lust Ring, right?" One demon chimed in.
"Bingo." She replied, casually snapping her gum as she continued, "Asmodeus himself manufactured and distributed them. They're meant for the most popular succubi and incubi to travel up there and seduce humans to commit sin."
The sheep demon blinked in confusion and asked, "Wait, then how the hell are they using it?"
"Good question." She shrugged with a hint of jealousy, "They're either crazy lucky or they've made a deal with someone way higher on the food chain. Either way, they are definitely going to be more popular by the day."
"Couldn't we just steal one?" A desperate-looking sinner muttered.
That made the succubus laugh as she taunted him, "Steal one?! Hah! Bitch please, those things are highly guarded! Even attempting to take one is suicidal!"
Hazbin Hotel:
Inside the hotel lounge, even the rowdiest Sinners were rendered speechless. Their usual muttering changed to uncomfortable silence as the footage clearly mentioned that I.M.P are killing humans... on Earth. But this time they didn't want to speak up because even they know that this sort of activity is extremely illegal and heavily frowned upon in Hell.
Ms. Mayberry's eyes widened with horror. Her grip on the couch tightened as her blood ran cold. It was a few months ago that she hired them to kill Martha, and she didn't know whether or not she's in Hell or Heaven.
Her thoughts spun out of control as a chill crept down her spine, 'No, I didn't kill Martha, but I paid them to. That's the same thing... isn't it?'
Her expression turned pale as regret slowly dawned on her, however that feeling was squashed as the moment the others found out that she hired them to kill an innocent person, they would definitely kick her out of the hotel as well as her chances of being redeemed.
Charlie clamped a trembling hand over her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes as she whispered, "T-they're killing humans?! But B-but how?! They aren't using any Asmodean Crystals!! And why target humans anyway?! They haven't done anything wrong!"
"Yeah, that's totally what I would condemn." Vaggie muttered, although her inner conscience called her a hypocrite for looking down on paid assassins when she literally participated in mass genocide. Not that anyone else needed to know.
Angel Dust clapped his hands together and let out a whistle, "Okay, I know that it's a fucked up way to earn money, but it's also a brilliant idea!" He laughed as sparkles practically shining in his eyes as he continued, "Seriously, I'm shocked I never heard about 'em before. If they were around in the 40s, I could have easily named a few victims for them."
Meanwhile, Alastor stood silently, his eyes narrowing in interest. He tapped his chin thoughtfully and chuckled under his breath, 'So... these imps found a loophole? A new method to cross into the realm of the living without needing permission? How... delightfully clever.'
While Charlie wept and the others panicked, Alastor's mind raced with ideas. If he could uncover this method, be it a magic book, a deal, or some sort of artifact. Not only would he be entertained by the idea of Charlie's ridiculous project, but he could have some fun on Earth as well... and perhaps remind Earth why they once feared the Bayou Butcher.
Husk instantly frowned as he knew about the consequences of imps appearing on Earth. It's not like he had any enemies up there anyway.
And besides... he turned to look at Lucifer who was strangely silent by this revelation.
He hadn't spoken once since the truth dropped. But now the air around him shimmered with dangerous heat.
After crying for a while, Charlie noticed the way his jaw clenched and his knuckles whitened and asked, "D-Dad...? Are you okay?"
Lucifer didn't respond at first. Then, slowly... he inhaled and exhaled sharply.
"So... they take revenge on the living, huh?" He growled.
The temperature in the room spiked as a small glowing above his now horned head as flames burst from his shoulders, and that heat was aimed toward Blitzø and his team.
"Just what the fuck are they doing?!" Lucifer bellowed, "Do they even realize the sheer magnitude of what they've done?! And not only that, everyone knows that we can travel to Earth!!"
He pounded a fist into the table, sending a shockwave through the lounge, which terrified most of the demons in the lounge.
"They've violated every demon law that was ever created! There was a reason those portals were given to a select few! Do they think this won't lead to war?! Do they think that Heaven will just sit back and let this happen?!"
With that, he stood up as he unfurled his wings and prepared to fly out of the door.
"Dad, wait!" Charlie called out, running after him, "Where are you going?!"
"It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart. I just need to teach a few very stupid imps a lesson in consequences."
And with that, the King of Hell soared into the sky, eager to track the imps that caused all of this mess.
♫ When you want somebody gone!♫
[An image of a scowling individual was shown with crossed arms as a thought bubble appears above his head, vividly depicting someone he clearly wants eliminated.]
♫ And you don't want to wait too long! ♫
[Suddenly, he stumbled backward in shock as a red body fell right beside him, causing him to look up at a red portal with Blitzø looking down at him with a wicked grin.]
♫ Call the Immediate Murder Professionals! ♫
[Moxxie, Blitzo, and Millie are shown in a circle logo. Blitzo holds his arms out as Moxxie holds up his rifle and Millie holds up her spear. A letter "I" appears to the left of them, while a letter "P" appears on the right of them. The trio together form a letter "M", thus spelling the initials I.M.P with the words 'Immediate Murder Professionals' appearing below them.]
♫ Hand grenade or cyanide! ♫
[The screen then showed Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie inside their building and Moxxie threw a grenade out the window. The trio covered their ears as an explosion went off, followed by a severed arm soaring past in the aftermath.]
♫ We'll make it look like suicide! ♫
[The scene transitions to Blitzø and Moxxie in someone's room as Moxxie held onto a wooden chair and Blitzø hung a guy using a rope as the man helplessly struggled in his dying moments, all while both of them smiles sadistically before Moxxie looked over to see Millie who appeared with a smile as she held a suicide note and a pencil.]
♫ The Immediate! ♫
[Blitzø was shown smiling as he electrocuted a demon who was tied up in a chair with tape over his mouth.]
♫ Murder! ♫
[Millie was shown smiling sadistically as she slammed down a spiked mace into a helpless demon.]
♫ Professionals! ♫
[And finally, Moxxie was shown growling at a demon as he strangled them.]
Lust Ring:
Fizzarolli choked on his burger and instantly spat it out as his eyes widened at what he'd just saw from the screen.
"He... he actually did it," Fizz muttered, staring slack-jawed at the footage, "That crazy fucker actually went through with it. He created a company run by imps... ."
He wasn't even surprised at the recklessness. Not really.
But the fact that Blitzø, of all demons, had actually pulled it off? That was something else.
"Fizz's mechanical fingers flexed around the edge of his seat. He felt the smooth coldness of his prosthetic arm creak slightly, reminding him once again of the fire, of the pain, and of the demons who caused it all. His best friend who betrayed him, and the one who left him mangled and scarred.
He should hate Blitzø. And, truthfully, part of him still did.
"Eh, fuck it." He said with a chuckle, "I can't even pretend I'm not a little proud of that bastard."
"For all his chaotic, unhinged, batshit nonsense... he actually made that dumb little dream come true," Fizz said aloud, letting his head tilt back against the booth cushion.
Then his smile faltered and was replaced by a grim frown.
"But still... it's a damn shame." He sighed, "He broke so many demon laws. And now? All of Hell, Heaven, and Earth has eyes on him. That guy's got the biggest damn target painted on his ass."
Fizz shook his head slowly, trying not to feel what he was feeling. He should be celebrating this. Blitzø screwed up. Blitzø would get punished. Karma had finally caught up to the guy who ruined his life.
And yet... that nagging, annoying, sentimental part of him, the one he thought he buried years ago... was rooting for the asshole.
No, he didn't want Blitzø to die. Maybe he will humiliate him sure. Roughed him up a bit, absolutely. But executed?
He didn't want that.
And now he was watching the I.M.P. commercial and he wondered why he hadn't seen or heard of it before.
A spark of wicked glee returned to his eyes as he looked at the screen again.
"Try not to get yourself killed, shithead! You still owe me an apology!"
{Earth}
Italy:
A man dressed in a sleek velvet red suit leaned forward in his leather armchair, his brows raised in astonishment as the upbeat jingle played through the surround speakers in the studio lounge. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished mahogany table in front of him.
"Aspetta, aspetta un attimo... in realtà sembra buono!" (Wait, hold up... this actually sounds good!) He said with a tone of disbelief as a grin slowly spread across his face.
Sitting across from him was Enzo, his long-time partner and a killer saxophonist with slicked-back hair and a devil-may-care smirk. He barked out a laugh as he nodded along to the catchy rhythm, "Che cavolo di jingle pubblicitario?! Chi diavolo scrive una canzone del genere per uno spot pubblicitario?!" (That's a freakin' commercial jingle?! Who the hell writes a bop like that for a commercial ad?!)
"Lo giuro, se vedo un'altra pubblicità aziendale che cerca di vendere dentifricio con questo tipo di stile, mi metto a urlare. Ma questa? L'hanno creata dei veri e propri demoni e potrebbe essere la mia pubblicità preferita di tutto l'anno." (I swear, if I see one more corporate ad trying to sell toothpaste with this kind of flair, I'm gonna scream. But this? Literal demons created this and it might just be my favorite ad of the entire year.) Matteo shook his head in amusement.
"Voglio dire, sì, hanno detto che avrebbero fatto un musical, ma non pensavo che si sarebbero spinti così oltre!" (I mean, yeah, they did say they're doing a musical, but I didn't think they'd go this hard!) Enzo remarked.
Matteo laughed as he raised a glass of scotch to the screen in salute, "Chi avrebbe mai pensato che Hell avesse una direzione creativa migliore della Disney? Direi che I.M.P. ha un futuro promettente nel mondo dell'intrattenimento." (Who would've thought that Hell had better creative direction than Disney? I'd say I.M.P. has a promising future in the entertainment biz.)
The two musicians exchanged a look, then simultaneously nodded in approval.
♫ We do our job so well! ♫
[The I.M.P. logo spuns around quickly as the scene transitioned to Blitzo creating a portal to the living world in a wall, as he motioned for Moxxie and Millie to follow him before jumping through it. He is followed by Millie and then Moxxie, who tripped over the grimoire and fell into the portal.]
♫ Because, we come straight out from Hell! ♫
[Blitzø and Millie appeared from the portal smoothly while Moxxie landed on the floor until the demons realised that they were in the middle of a sermon in a church as the humans in the church stared at the three demons in shock and confusion.]
Louisiana:
In a small Louisiana town, everyone that was inside the local church burst into laughter. A hellspawn popping into a church mid-sermon? It was the kind of thing you'd expect from a comedy skit, not real life.
Some of the older members exchanged looks, recalling an article from a few weeks back as an obscure local newspaper reported shadowy figures that appeared during a Sunday service. At the time, it was dismissed as mass hysteria or too much sacramental wine. But now seeing the evidence in front of their eyes only confirmed that they could actually appear on Earth and can seemingly go anywhere they want.
And that scared them the most as most of them feared that they could be next.
Meanwhile in the outskirts of Baton Rouge, nestled in a hidden bunker that masqueraded as an abandoned hardware shop, there was a secret high-tech engineering lab. The place looked like a tech wizard's fever dream, blueprints tacked to corkboards, holographic schematics glowing across monitors, loose wiring trailing the floors, and half-finished prototype weapons scattered across worktables.
Lying face-first on a desk stained with ink smudges on her face was a blonde scientist who had a droopy smile on her face.
The engineer's name is Jessica Graves. She is a very passionate engineer as well as a lover of all things supernatural. She also seems to have an unhealthy obsession with demons which was amplified after the Broadcast confirmed that they truly exist.
That said, her enthusiasm had consequences. She had worked herself to exhaustion while designing containment tech, analyzing the broadcast frequencies, and modeling weapons that could neutralize demons, and right before the broadcast began, she'd finally passed out.
A Kitsuna sat on her desk and was impatiently poking her cheek with its paw. After several taps and a little spark, Jessica finally jolted upright with a sharp gasp.
"AAARGH! Okay, okay! I'm up!" She snapped, flailing a little before blinking down at the Kitsuna. When she recognized it, her frustrated expression melted into a lovesick grin, "Awwww~ did you wake me up? My sweet, fuzzy alarm clock! You're the best!" She scooped it up into a hug, spinning once before plopping it back on the table.
"Anyways what did I miss?" She looked at the holographic screen in front of her and her eyes widened in shock as she saw that three demons appeared in front of a church with multiple humans looking at them in shock.
"W-WHAT?! THEY'RE DEMONS IN A FUCKING CHURCH?!" She shrieked, grabbing her head. "H-HOW?! WHY?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
She stared for a moment longer. Then, her eyes glinted with dangerous glee and her lips curled into a crooked smile.
"Hehehe~ I knew it. I always knew that demons could come to Earth. And this broadcast proves it!" She ranted, pacing around like a mad scientist, "And I know for a fact that multiple strange events are happening in this country and that demons are responsible for it."
"If I can capture one of them, just one, I could dissect their biology, map their energy signatures, and weaponize them!" She declared, practically vibrating with excitement as she rubbed her legs together, "All I need is a containment field, an energy siphon, and maybe a portable rune destabilizer!"
The Kitsuna sighed as it placed a paw on its head, while it does like its owner a lot, sometimes her 'quirks' can be to much for it to handle.
"Wait... how long was I asleep?" she asked in horror, scrambling to the side console. When she saw the time, she screamed, "NO! I MISSED PART OF THE BROADCAST! DAMN IT! NOW I NEED TO WAIT FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEO TO UPLOAD! FUCK!!"
She flopped back into her chair with a dramatic sigh before her eyes slowly drifted back to the screen, as it now played the end of the commercial jingle as a grin formed on her lips again.
"Ah well... it doesn't matter. I'll watch the rest later. The point is, they're here and they're killable. And once I figure out exactly how they break the barrier between realms..." She trailed off, her eyes darkening as she giggled ominously.
"...I'll be ready~"
The Kitsuna quietly stepped back, already regretting waking her up.
United States of America:
Lyra Sharp furiously typed away on her keyboard, her eyes darting between open case files, news articles, and the footage of the I.M.P commercial that had just been released.
Profiles were also being built in real-time, with the names and appearances of the three imps and one hellhound still unidentified, and their already causing mass chaos across the globe. Lyra's desk was cluttered with reports, newspaper clippings, and highlighted passages that were once seemed unrelated until now.
"Goddammit!" She shouted, slamming her fist on the desk, "I knew something didn't add up. We should've expected this! If Kieran showed us raw footage from Hell, why the fuck didn't I connect the dots sooner?!"
She tore through archived case files, unexplained deaths, vanishing suspects, mysterious sightings and one by one, they began to line up disturbingly well with the movements and activities shown in the broadcast as each new connection sent a chill crawling down her spine.
"Biden's probably going to shut down every open border, and Trump? Trump will probably try to bomb the fuckin' Underworld itself..." Lyra gritted her teeth in irritation.
Her jaw clenched tighter as she continued working as dozens of security camera footage were now being cross-referenced with known crime scene reports. Disappearances. Untraceable murders. Cold cases.... everything was being re-examined under a terrifying new light.
Sensing her increasing stress, her Kitsuna silently padded across the table and leapt onto her shoulder. Without a word, it placed its paws gently on her tense neck and began to chant in an ancient, melodic language.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked, her voice catching in her throat.
The Kitsuna merely gave her a bright smile and continued its chant, its paws kneading gently into the base of her neck. The tension in her body slowly began to melt away as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat steadied.
"This... doesn't feel bad at all..." She mumbled, her eyes fluttering slightly as the stress left her body.
Even as she relaxed, her gaze remained fixed on the monitors. She couldn't stop now. There was still too much to uncover.
With her nerves calmed down, she brought up a new set of files, besides the murders that are most definitely caused by these demons, there are some who claimed to be 'saved'. They all described surreal moments where people on the brink of suicide or who could criminal acts were suddenly saved by strange winged beings calling themselves 'Cherubs.'
One former addict reported that a strange sheep-like angel had shown him of the consequences of doing drugs. Another claimed she saw a trio of cherubs stopped a criminal from robbing someone's purse.
"So... Heaven can intervene too?" Lyra murmured as she stared at the files, "Not killing them. But to... save people?"
"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but one thing for sure is that we will be caught in the crossfire if they go to war."
The Kitsuna nuzzled into her neck gently, as if to reassure her.
Lyra didn't relax though. She continued to watch the broadcast, her mind raced with worry as she watched the end of the I.M.P. commercial.
♫ We'll kill your husband or your wife! ♫
[The screens then changed to the three of them in someone's bedroom as Millie repeatedly stabbed a couple, who was naked and in the 69 position, as Moxxie looked away with an uncomfortable look on his face as Blitzø looked at the woman's panties with a deviant smile.]
♫ We'll even let you keep the knife! ♫
[Blitzø was shown repeatedly stabbing a dead body on the head with a knife and a goofy smile on his face.]
[The screens then changed to show the three imps on various missions such as torturing someone in a medieval torture chamber, chasing some poor souls atop a Great White Shark, Moxxie burning someone alive using a flamethrower while Blitzø poured gasoline on the screaming person and Millie smirked as she tossed matches onto the body, then the three smothered someone using pillows, Millie singing as she sat beside Moxxie on top of a piano that they dropped on a now dead person and Blitzø playing said piano with a smile, to the three of them watching someone dying via an electric chair.]
♫ We're the Immediate Murder Profession... ♫
[And finally, the scene then cuts to the three of them hiding in the bushes of a public park as Moxxie aimed a rifle at an unsuspecting blonde woman who was on her phone.]
[Moxxie was getting ready to shoot her, but little did he know a little boy was walking by licking his ice-cream cone.]
*Bang!*
[Moxxie took the shot and accidentally shot the kid in the back as the kid cried out in pain, before he fell to the ground and started bleeding out.]
[Moxxie had a horrified look on his face as Blitzø and Millie looked up from the bushes in shock as they both turned to look at him.]
All across the three realms, a terrible silence fell as the moment Moxxie pulled the trigger, presumably ending the life of a human child.
Not a sinner.
Not a criminal.
But a human child.
The sheer weight of what they had just witnessed settled over countless watchers like a crushing fog. Mouths dropped open. Eyes widened. Heartbeats skipped in collective disbelief.
Even those who had once found humor in the chaotic antics of I.M.P. were left stunned. This isn't funny. This was a line being crossed.
On Earth, millions sat frozen before their screens. Parents instinctively clutched their children closer as they cried in terror. Livestreamers were at a loss for words as the comments were momentarily halted. Even the criminals were shocked as they wouldn't even dare kill a child.
In Heaven, the Exorcists and Winners alike recoiled in shock as righteous fury began to burn from their halos.
In Hell, even the rowdiest sinners had gone quiet. Some leaned forward with sick fascination while others shifted uncomfortably, realizing the gravity of what had just been shown.
Because that moment made one thing painfully clear:
These demons weren't just killers.
They were willing to kill anyone, whether they were a man, woman... or child.
Thus from every corner of the three realms, they have only one thing to say...
"WHAT THE FU-?!"
{Hell}
I.M.P. Headquarters:
Inside the I.M.P. headquarters, now sealed under layers of Stolas' most powerful wards, an eerie silence hung in the air as Blitzo's compulsively opened and closed the chamber of his flintlock, his eyes darting to the flickering monitor that still displayed the damning broadcast.
"Blitzy..." Stolas reached out carefully, "We'll be alright. I can negotiate with my father, maybe even strike a deal with some of the Sins. There's a chance we can.."
"Don't bullshit me, Stolas!" Blitzo snapped, though his voice cracked slightly. His fingers trembled as he loaded a bullet into the flintlock. "You think your Goetic charm's gonna work on Lucifer? You think he gives a single shit about your little contract with a nobody like me?" He shook his head bitterly, "We're fucked, and not in the good way!"
Stolas winced, his feathers rising defensively at the insult but he didn't protest. He knew Blitzo was right. They had crossed a line that no demon would dare cross.
Octavia gasped as soon as she saw that Moxxie shot a human child, "Moxxie... d-did you seriously shoot a child?"
Moxxie cringed at the reminder, "Yeah, but I didn't know that he was the target at the time."
Octavia looked even more disturbed as she asked, "Wait... he was the actual target?!"
"Yup!" Millie chimed in with a bloodthirsty smile, "That little shit pissed us off and had a mouth that would make even Mammon stunned."
Loona's ears suddenly perked up as her tail stiffened, and her eyes widened in panic, "Guys... something's coming."
Before anyone could ask, the walls began to rumble.
The fluorescent lights above them flickered violently before plunging the room into an uneasy dimness.
A low, ominous hum vibrated through the very air, and a ripple of intense heat swept through the room.
Blitzo stood up, his face paled as he realized what was happening, "Oh, shit!!!"
*BOOOOOOM!*
A deafening shockwave ripped through the headquarters as a pillar of hellfire erupted from the entrance and shattered the magic barrier like glass, and the reinforced walls burst open in a blinding explosion.
The blast threw everyone off their feet as Blitzø slammed into a desk, Moxxie and Millie were knocked across the room, and Stolas shielded Octavia with his wings as the roof partially caved in.
When the smoke began to clear... footsteps echoed across the smoldering debris and... Lucifer Morningstar emerged.
"I.M.P. ... you have some very serious explaining to do."