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Overlord Intro Part 1: The Hanged Man XVII

You thought about the fact that you were still a relatively new employee, and that you probably hadn't earned the right to be in a new photograph, if Blitzø even wanted one. The thought made you more determined to prove yourself. You came here to ask him permission, and you needed him on board with your plan. Maybe you could frame it as a business opportunity? Blitzø often bent the knee when it came to money, sending out I.M.P. as bodyguards occasionally, rather than the assassins they actually were. You coughed quietly, and Blitzø gave you his full attention.

"Hey, Blitzø. I have this idea to make I.M.P. a well-known—"

"I'm not giving you money, (Y/N)," Blitzø grumbled. "Moxxie keeps complaining how my 'investments' are affecting his paycheck. He's kind of right, but don't tell shit-for-brains I said that."

You faltered from Blitzø's response, but quickly recovered from his annoyance.

"I don't need money, Blitzø. Only time and...permission. Trust me, I think it could make us all a lot of money."

Blitzø raised his eyebrows, now incredibly intrigued. You had appealed to his greed. Something that could make his business more well-known, him rich, and it didn't cost him money? Not to mention this was an idea coming from his new receptionist, who had already increased I.M.P.'s profits significantly from their professionalism over the phone, and had made it so they had an extra assassin on the team by replacing Loona's position. What could he have to lose? Blitzø rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"Alright, I'm listening. But I swear to Satan if this is another smooth-brained scheme of Moxxie's, it'll be both your heads!"

"No sir, Moxxie has nothing to do with this. It'll just be me."

Blitzø nodded, understanding and eager to hear how he could take advantage of your labor. You thought about what you said before you said it, crafting your sentences carefully as to what you were about to break to him.

"If you had a powerful demon on your side, advertising for you, that could easily make I.M.P. reach a new audience, yes?"

Blitzø nodded, and wondered if you were referring to Stolas.

"Well, if you let me talk to the victims of I.M.P. that become sinners, I could start making deals with them, right? What if I became that powerful demon advertiser? What if I became an Overlord? Think about it, if I can—"

"Overlord?!" Blitzø interrupted, shouting at you. "Why in the ever-loving FUCK would I ever let you do anything like that!? Talking to the sinners we've personally buried six feet under is asinine enough; there's no fucking way I'm letting you bring a turf-war to my front door!"

You flinched. You realized that asking this of Blitzø was a much bigger deal than you had originally thought. You didn't want I.M.P. to become a target, or to put your found family in danger. Quite the opposite. You wanted them to thrive, and you wanted to support them. But you also needed him to trust you. You needed a different approach. So you shared with him the real reasons you wanted to do this.

"I... I'm sorry, Blitzø. I thought I had a really good idea. I know it's dangerous, and could be really stupid." You took a deep breath before explaining yourself. "I want to change Hell. I'm tired of Hellhounds being treated the way they are, and I know Overlords have enough raw power to build, control, and destroy entire industries down here. If I became an Overlord, I could help Hellhounds. Do you remember when you adopted Loona? The state of the pound she was living in? I could destroy systems like those, and create something new. I'm not doing this for selfish reasons, I really do want to help. And I think I could do it, if you just agreed to let me do this."

Blitzø's intense face relaxed as he heard you out. Had you not already been a person he trusted, he would've thrown you out the moment you said the word "Overlord." He dwelled on what you said, and remembered his own class struggles of making I.M.P. what it was, while being an imp. He was an example of how the lower class could rise above, an inspiration to others of his kind. You were telling him this was an opportunity for you to do the same for Hellhounds.

The rest of Blitzø relaxed, and his shoulders dropped. You noticed this, and wondered if you had gotten through to him. He looked at you, a soft expression adorning his face.

"What was your plan again?"

There were a lot of negotiations that followed. You would still need to maintain the responsibilities of being I.M.P.'s receptionist, and you would only be given a limited amount of time to actually talk to sinners. You had mentioned the use of portals to travel around the Pride Ring, which had been monumental in convincing Blitzø you were actually capable of following through on your tasks. Blitzø was nearly finished, and you felt like your plan to become an Overlord was finally getting somewhere.

"You've got a fuck-ton of shit to figure out, (Y/N), and I'll need assurances you won't betray us." Blitzø tapped his foot impatiently from beneath his desk. "I'll let you do this if you can figure it out on your own. It'll be interesting having a future Overlord working for me," he chuckled. Then his face turned serious, and he stood up, pointing a finger at you harshly. "I don't want anyone here getting more involved than they have to. It will only be you going out there, making deals. I expect there to be fighting, and I don't need that coming anywhere near my family. I will not hesitate if I need to put an angelic bullet through your skull" he threatened.

You nodded, serious. You knew how dangerous Overlords were. If you really did end up becoming one, you understood why Blitzø would threaten you like this. "I'll make part of my deal that they can't talk about the deal, and that they aren't allowed to harm I.M.P."

Blitzø nodded to himself, satisfied.

A wide smile stretched across you snout, and your tail started whipping back and forth. Your ears perked up, and you took a playful stance, resembling a happy dog. Without thinking, you were behaving with the attributes of the animal you resembled. Normally you'd try to suppress these unconscious movements, but now that you were going to fight for the sake of Hellhounds, you were slowly becoming used to your identity. You would make sure that your plans would come to fruition, and those that looked like you became well-respected.

"Thanks, Blitzø. You won't regret this!"

"I'd better not. Or else I'll be adding a new, unused hole to your corpse."

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