Male reader story.
follow the misadventures of the I.M.P.s (Immediate Murder Professionals), an assassination company in Hell. The members of I.M.P. include Blitzo (the 'o' is silent) the boss of the whole venture, along with weapons specialist Moxx...
(Everyone ready to meet some familiar faces? I hope so. and I hope I do it justice too!)
No POV
We pick up where we last left off, with Y/n inside a Tavern with multiple people who looked like him as an Australian version of himself greeted him
???: "Well I'll be, take a seat and crack a tinny!"
The Australian then grabbed a beer can and tossed it to our Y/n who caught it and on instinct, opened it as he moved to the table the Australian sat at, some of the others moving to make space for him. When Y/n sat down, he then noticed the Australian had stuck out his hand for a handshake, a green glowing mark on it that would lightly pulse with energy
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???: "G'day mate, the name's Y/n L/n, but The other Y/ns here call me "Hellsign" a pleasure to meet you"
Not wanting to be rude, Y/n shook Hellsign's hand, surprised at the name as he introduced himself
Y/n: "H-Hey there, the name's Y/n L/n too, I guess"
Hellsign: "So, where'd you come from?"
Y/n: "Hell"
Hellsign: "Ah, so a Demon eh? You know I hunt your kind, eh?"
Y/n was put on edge as he saw the grin on Hellsign's face before an arm wrapped around the Australian's shoulder as he was met with a ghostly figure of the same person, this one with gunshot wounds in their chest that glowed orange, they held a cigarette in their mouth as the ghost grabbed a match from his pocket and lit the cigarette as he took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled a small cloud of smoke into the air before speaking
???: "Give the boy a break Hellsign"
Hellsign sighed before nodding as he responded to the ghost
Hellsign: "Fine Ghosty, I was just fuckin' around with him. I wasn't gonna do anything, Honest"
Ghosty: "Right, whatever you say. You see any of Legion around? They ran off with my hat again"
Hellsign: "Can't say I have mate, sorry, you try asking one of the Hyoudou's? Maybe they know"
Ghosty just grumbled in annoyance as he wandered off, passing through other Y/n's that were walking around in search of these 'legion' and 'Hyoudou' people that were mentioned as Hellsign spoke to our Y/n again
Hellsign: "So, what brings you to our humble little establishment?"
Y/n: "Me, and my friends were captured by these Demon Hunters, pumped the room with this truth gas and next thing I know, I'm here"
Hellsign: "Ah, so you're high as a fucking kite, Nice!"
Hellsign then raised a hand for a high-five which Y/n cautiously returned
