It was a late night in the pride ring of hell, Blitzø was impatiently waiting for a new client to help out and visit the living world. He was in a particularly plain mood, but he lit up as someone walked though the door.

“Welcome! My name is Blitz, the ‘o’ is silent, how may be of service!? Who do we have to murder tonight, hm???” The imp asks with excitement, leaning forward in his desk with an expectant look.