Helluva Boss Codename Ghost

Change of pace

Why the fuck am I even here today? They could have done this without me.

The meeting goes on for hours at this point. I hadn't been called on in some time. Most of it was spent staring at the wall or getting lost in my imagination. This past year had been the same, and while I had amassed a small fortune for myself and formed bonds with Hell's most powerful players, I couldn't help but wonder if this was for me.

While we debated and argued, I sat at the table and just waited. Eventually, I picked up the newspaper in front of me and began to page through it. As morbid as it sounds, the newspaper in Hell is hilarious. It's like reading an entire paper written by the onion, but it's all true.

Let's see...

Half is obituaries.

Katie Killjoy is on the front page for getting into a fight with the princess.

Part of it is ads for sex services.

There's a section for drugs.

Oh yes, the want/personal/business ads. The job market is rife for potential and the personal ads that sound like they're straight out of Craigslist.

I'm about to crumple the paper in frustration when a want ad caught my attention

The ad reads as follows

Want to travel the world? meet new people? then kill them? Today is your lucky day! The team at Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) is looking to add new talent to our roster. If you think you got what it takes, call our toll-free number to set up an interview, and we'd love to hear from you.

Below is the number and the address for the business. There was something about this ad that intrigued me. I couldn't place it, but every time I drove it out of my mind, It came back louder and more vocal. I tore the ad from the paper, folded it, and then put it into my wallet for later..

"Gentleman, we've been at this for hours. What I suggest is we take a recess and we resume in a half hour. "

Multiple affirmations from all in attendance issues as people start filing out to go god knows where.

I stepped out myself and went to the balcony to get some air. The streets below are mostly empty except for the occasional vehicle, pedestrian, and occasional prostitute.

I stared out over the skyline. I still couldn't get the ad out of my head. I took it out and read it again.

we'd love to hear from you.

I haven't heard much about this place. I'd seen the building from the freeway as I passed it all the time. I pulled out my phone and Googled them.

I found a video ad for the business online and pressed play.

"Hi, there! I'm Blitz! The "o" is silent, and I'm the founder of I.M.P.!.

Are you a piece of shit that got yourself sent to Hell, or are you an innocent soul who got FUCKED over by someone else?!".

The business appeared to be run by just three Imps. That's pretty cool. Imps usually don't start businesses of their own.

"Well, luckily for you. Thanks to our company's special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive".

Afterwards a cutesy jingle comes over the video as a montage of murder shows on the video of the three of them killing random people in different ways.

The video ends with the I.M.P logo shown on screen.