Chapter 1: 

10:30 PM, Hell

"Okay, let's take it from the top," an anthropomorphic owl demon demanded, his tone dripping with exasperation. "Explain how exactly you let a human get into Hell."

The owl, tall and slender, exuded an air of authority with his white, heart-shaped facial disk and almond-shaped red eyes. His gray-blue feathers darkened toward the head and tail, complemented by a puff of fur on his chest. Dressed in a deep red tunic adorned with golden buttons, beige breeches, a tophat with a regal gold crown, and a tattered burgundy cape, he was an imposing figure in the room.

The human in question, lounging nonchalantly on a nearby couch, idly cleaned his nails, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

Blitzo, standing before the owl with Moxxie and Millie, shot a glare at the human before turning back to the owl. Blitzo, with his harlequin-like aesthetic, red skin, white burn marks, and black-and-white striped horns, wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.

"The hell should I know? It's not like he had a gun to the back of my head or anything," Blitzo retorted sarcastically, crossing his arms.

The human glanced up, a smirk playing on his lips. "To be fair, I didn't."

"Didn't ask you, fuckwad," Blitzo snapped.

"I was just pointing out a fact," the human replied with a shrug.

"As amusing as this is, Blitzy, can we please get back on track?" the owl demon, Stolas, interjected, his patience wearing thin.

Blitzo sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, alright, here's how shit went down."

Flashback

Earlier that day, in Hell:

Blitzo sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently as he eyed the lizard demon across from him. "So, let me get this straight—you want me to kill this kid. Why, exactly?"

The lizard demon, with his cold, reptilian eyes, gave a nonchalant shrug. "Do you need a reason, or do you want the money?"

Blitzo rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine. When do you want it done?"

"Now would be preferred," the lizard demon replied, getting up to leave.

Blitzo grumbled under his breath as he got up and slammed open the door, stepping into the old reception area. "Let's go, Moxxie, Millie—we got a job to do."

Moxxie, a red-skinned imp with white freckles and pointy white hair, looked up from his paperwork. He adjusted his large red bow tie, a frown on his face. "A job? What's the target this time?"

Millie, with her messy bob-cut charcoal hair and black heart tattoo on her shoulder, was already grabbing her weapons. "Whoever it is, I'm ready!"

Blitzo smirked. "That's the spirit, Millie. Now, let's get this over with."

As they prepared to leave, Blitzo called out to Loona, who was engrossed in her phone behind the receptionist's desk. "Loony, dear, Daddy's leaving now!"

Without looking up, Loona flipped him off.

Blitzo chuckled as he turned back to his crew. "Alright, let's roll."

Millie quickly drew a five-pointed star surrounded by a circle on the floor, opening a portal to the human world. The trio stepped through and emerged in front of a massive mansion.

"Holy shit," Blitzo muttered, taking in the sight. "The client didn't say the brat was loaded!"

"Wait," Moxxie said, hesitation in his voice. "We're killing a kid?"

Blitzo waved off his concern. "Bah, he's 17—it's fine. Let's go."

Moxxie still looked uneasy, but Millie grabbed his arm, pulling him along. "Remember what I told you, Moxxie? Guilt and innocence aren't our business. We're paid to kill, and that's what we do."

"...Right," Moxxie mumbled, still uncertain.

As they reached the front door, Blitzo was already at work picking the lock. "What took you two so long?"

Blitzo finally managed to pick the lock, and with a soft click, the door swung open. The interior of the mansion was as grandiose as its exterior—high ceilings adorned with elaborate chandeliers, polished marble floors, and an array of expensive-looking paintings lining the walls. Everything about the place screamed wealth and luxury.

"Alright, split up and search the place," Blitzo ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. "Kid's gotta be somewhere around here."

The group of three split up to search the building only to find no one until all three of them meet up at the final room.

"Find anything?" Blitzo asked

And both Millie and Moxxie shook their heads no.

"Damn, that means it's probably in here then." He said pointing to the door behind him.

Looking through the keyhole in the door Blitzo saw a (give the teen a character description give him rose gold hair and pink eyes though.) sitting behind a desk marking papers.

"Damn, he's a pretty boy too," Blitzo muttered under his breath. Turning to Moxxie and Millie, he added, "Alright, you two, let's get this over with."

Blitzo pulled out his signature flintlock pistol, a smirk forming on his face. "Moxxie, you take the left. Millie, the right. I'll take the center. We hit him hard and fast—don't give him a chance to react."

Moxxie hesitated, his hand hovering over his own gun. "Blitz, I don't know… something doesn't feel right about this."

"Quit your whining, Moxxie," Blitzo snapped. "We're professionals. It's just another job."

"Yeah, Mox, we've done this a hundred times," Millie added, giving her husband a reassuring smile. "We've got this."

Moxxie swallowed his doubts, nodding. "Right… okay, let's do this."

Blitzo kicked the door open, gun raised. Millie and Moxxie flanked him, weapons drawn. The teen didn't bother to look up from his work as he spoke.

"You know that door was expensive."

"Yeah yeah well you don't have to worry about it when you're dead," Blitzo said as he fired two shots at the teen's head.

The bullets flew through the air but stopped a few feet away from the teen as if it was being held mid-air by an unknown force. The teen then sighed before looking up at them.

"Was that necessary?" The teen asked

Blitzo's eyes widened in shock as he watched the bullets hover in midair, suspended by an invisible force. Millie and Moxxie froze, their weapons still pointed at the teen, who was now calmly setting aside the paper he had been grading.

"Uh, Blitz, what the hell is going on?" Moxxie stammered, his voice tinged with panic as he lowered his gun slightly. "Did he—did he just stop the bullets?"

"No shit, Sherlock," Blitzo snapped, though his usual bravado was tinged with unease. He quickly regained his composure, putting on a confident front. "Okay, so the kid's got some kind of psychic ability or whatever. Big deal. We've dealt with worse!"

The teen pushed his chair back and stood up, his rose-gold hair catching the light as he moved. His pink eyes glinted with a mixture of boredom and mild irritation as he casually flicked a hand, sending the suspended bullets clattering harmlessly to the floor.

"No, you haven't and you're horrible at lying." The teen said bored.

Millie's patience wore thin. "Alright, you little punk!" She lunged forward, her twin axes drawn and ready to strike. "You think you can mess with us?"

The teen didn't bother to move let alone dodge. He simply raised his hand and caught the weapon shattering it. He then palm strikes her in the chest sending her into a wall.

Blitzo's eyes widened as Millie was thrown across the room like a ragdoll, smashing into the wall with a sickening thud. Moxxie's mouth fell open in shock, his gun shaking slightly in his hands as he watched his wife slide down the wall, dazed but still conscious.

"Millie!" Moxxie cried out, rushing to her side. His concern quickly turned to fury as he glared at the teen. "You bastard! What did you do to her?"

The teen, still standing calmly in the center of the room, tilted his head slightly. "I didn't kill her, if that's what you're worried about. I just don't appreciate being interrupted while I'm working."

Blitzo's shock quickly turned to anger as he saw Millie struggling to get up. He didn't take kindly to anyone messing with his crew, especially not some bratty human who was supposed to be an easy target. "Oh, now you've done it, kid. You just signed your own death warrant."

With a growl, Blitzo aimed his flintlock pistol again, this time with more focus. He fired off several shots in rapid succession, each one aimed directly at the teen's head. But just like before, the bullets stopped mid-air, hanging there as if frozen in time.

Moxxie, having helped Millie to her feet, raised his gun and fired as well, hoping to catch the teen off guard. But his bullets met the same fate, suspended in the air alongside Blitzo's.

The teen sighed, clearly unimpressed. "You're really not getting the hint, are you?" With a casual flick of his wrist, the bullets were sent hurtling back towards the trio. Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie barely had time to dodge as the projectiles embedded themselves in the walls behind them.

"Okay, this is officially messed up," Moxxie muttered, his confidence shaken. "Blitz, maybe we should retreat and rethink this—"

"Retreat?!" Blitzo cut him off, his pride refusing to let him back down. "Hell no! We're finishing this job, and we're doing it now!"

Millie, having regained her footing, wiped the blood from her mouth and nodded in agreement. "Damn straight. We've taken on demons twice his size—this kid's not getting the better of us."

Blitzo nodded, his red eyes burning with determination. "Right. We're the best damn hitmen in Hell, and no human is gonna make fools out of us. Let's take this punk down!"

The teen watched their renewed resolve with a bored expression, his pink eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "You're welcome to try," he said calmly, raising his hand once more.

Blitzo and Millie charged at him from both sides, weapons drawn and ready to strike. Moxxie provided cover fire from behind, hoping to create an opening. But as they closed in, the teen simply waved his hand, and a powerful shockwave of energy erupted from him, sending the trio flying backward.

Blitzo slammed into the ground hard, groaning in pain as he tried to push himself up. "What… the hell… is this kid?" he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

Moxxie landed beside him, wincing as he clutched his side. "Blitz… I think we're in over our heads here…"

"You think?" The teen asked standing behind him.

Blitzo spun around, eyes wide as the teen's voice came from directly behind him. "Shit!" he exclaimed, instinctively swinging his gun around, but the teen was quicker, stepping out of reach with a speed that left even Blitzo's reflexes scrambling to catch up.

Moxxie, still clutching his side, tried to get to his feet, his mind racing. "Blitz, we need a new plan! This guy isn't just some ordinary target—he's playing with us!"

"Ya think?" Blitzo barked, irritation bubbling over as he watched the teen move effortlessly, almost like he was gliding across the floor. "But we don't just quit mid-job, Moxx! Remember what I always say?"

Moxxie grimaced, finishing the phrase he'd heard a thousand times. "' Never let the client down, even if it kills you.'" He glanced at Millie, who was already charging at the teen again, her eyes filled with determination. "But Blitz, this might actually kill us!"

Millie let out a battle cry as she swung one of her remaining axes at the teen's head. "I don't care what powers you have, you're going down!"

The teen caught the weapon and then calmly spoke. "You might want to." He said as golden electricity started to dance across his body.

"Do you know what this is?" The teen asked referencing the lightning dancing across his body.

"Electricity what of it?" Blitzo asked

"Oh no this is not electricity this is lightning more specifically holy lightning." the teen said.

Blitzo's red eyes narrowed, his usual bravado tinged with genuine concern. "Holy lightning?" he repeated, the words sounding alien in his mouth. "What the hell is a human doing with something like that?"

Moxxie, standing a few paces behind, frantically tried to recall everything he knew about holy powers. "Blitz, this isn't good! Holy lightning is supposed to be—"

"—Extremely dangerous to demons," the teen finished for him, his voice dripping with the calm confidence that had been unnerving the trio since their encounter began. He let the golden arcs of energy dance around his fingers, the raw power making the room hum with tension.

Blitzo, ever the stubborn leader, refused to back down. "I don't care what kind of freaky powers you've got, kid," he growled, forcing his body into a stance that was half-defensive, half-desperate. "We're still the best hit squad in Hell, and we've taken down worse than you!"

Moxxie, however, wasn't as convinced. His tail twitched nervously as he kept his gun trained on the teen, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Blitz, maybe—maybe we should listen to him. Holy lightning isn't just dangerous, it's fatal. We're talking permanent death here."

Millie, still holding onto her ax despite the tension in the air, shot a worried glance at her husband. "Moxie's right, Blitz. This could be more than we bargained for."

Blitzo clicked his tongue in frustration, the reality of the situation dawning on him even as his pride fought against it. "So what, you want us to just tuck tail and run?" he snapped, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "You really think I'm gonna let some pretty boy human get the better of us?"

The teen, seemingly unfazed by the argument happening in front of him, tilted his head slightly, his pink eyes glinting with mild amusement. "You're free to make your choice, of course," he said, his tone almost polite. "But if you're really as skilled as you claim to be, you should know when you're outmatched."

Blitzo's mind raced. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, the reality of what they were facing finally sinking in. But before he could make a decision, the teen raised his hand, and the holy lightning crackled with renewed intensity.

"Blitz!" Moxxie shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he saw the energy surge.

"Enough!" Blitzo yelled, making a snap decision. "We're out!" He grabbed Millie by the arm, yanking her back, while Moxxie didn't need any further encouragement to retreat.

The trio quickly scrambled towards the door, Blitzo barking orders. "Millie, get the portal ready! We're getting the hell out of here!"

"Smart decision however I'm coming with." the teen said dispelling the lightning.

"what!"

"Did I stutter?" the teen asked

Flashback End.

"And that's how it happened," Blitzo explained

"Blitzy do you really expect me to believe that a human has those powers you just described let alone holy lightning. that's too far-fetched even for me." Stolas said

"you don't have to he's sitting right there!" Blitzo shouted pointing at the teen in question.

"I have a name you know." the teen said.

"Well I didn't learn it," Blitzo said

"Well, you're about to anyway. my name is Victor Grey pleasure to meet you." the now named Victor introduced himself

Chapter 1: End