One Last Fight: A Story From The Helluva Boss Series

Once a normal human, you found yourself in a bizarre predicament. The individuals you were fighting were not your everyday street thugs but instead a quirky crew of demons known as the I.M.P. The Immediate Murder Professionals - comprised of Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona - had you on their hit list, and they were not the sorts to entertain negotiation or mercy. The battle had begun relatively straightforward. You defended yourself with whatever you could find in your home, your heart pounding like a war drum, adrenaline pumping. But how does one fight against creatures from Hell itself? Blitzo, the tall, wiry ringmaster of this demonic circus, was your first opponent. His prominent grinning skull-like face etched into your mind as you swung a muffled yelp and a footstool at him, barely forcing him to backstep. Just as you felt a tinge of hope, the laughter erupted from his parted lips, a soul-crushing cacophony that chilled your blood. Your fight with Moxxie was no less daunting. The diminutive demon was armed with a gun that on several occasions during your desperate dance of survival nearly removed you from existence. Each bullet delivered with a witty quip, a sadistic pleasure brought to his eyes as he aimed to take you down. Millie, another petite demon, this time equipped with a dagger, chased you through your home. With every hallway and room, you started to feel her presence. Her giggles, as eerie as a gothic lullaby, never ceased, tending to your growing dread. Finally came Loona. The blue wolf-like demon showed no interest in playing games. Her claws outreached, icy stare imbedded into your soul, she made no secret of her intentions. Attempting to escape, pain came in echoes as their blows found their mark. But you fought, striking where you could, dodging what you could. Alas, it all ended with a fatal blow - Blitzo's searing scythe tearing through your mortal form. The next sensation was strange, a falling sensation. Upon opening your eyes, you found yourself not where you fell, but in a land beyond your wildest nightmares - Hell. Pain seemed to hang in the air, weaving through the flame-wreathed landscape as damned souls writhed in eternal torment. You, the victim of a successful assassination, were now one of them - a sinner demon. A haunting echo of your previous life, now confined to a world of punishment beyond life's final curtain. The eerily familiar laughter of the I.M.P. echoed in your memory as you begun your new existence in Hell. You recalled their words before dealing the final blow, "We'll see you in Hell." It was not a threat, but a promise, one they'd kept. And now, whether by cruel fate or divine providence, you found yourself part of their world.