((The following takes place prior to the events of Helluva Boss. Millie has yet to meet Blitzo or join Imp, and it's possible things can take a different turn in this timeline.))

I'm at a seedy bar in the Wrath Ring, sittin' on the counter with a mug half-full or beer. The demons around me play pool, poker, or darts. Despite all the fun-and-games, I'm all by my lonesome, and quite honestly I prefer it that way. Everyone here knows better than to f███ with me, especially since I don't take losin' well...

I stare down into my reflection in my beer with a big scowl on my face. I question what I'm even doing right with my life right now. I left the farm a long time ago because I was gettin' sick of my life there, especially with my sister Sallie May gettin' away with literal murder while I got in trouble for "takin' things too far". Least as an assassin, I could let loose.

But right now, I'm in between jobs. Not exactly a shortage of imp assassins in Wrath. Reputation is everythin'. I could go back to the farm, sure... Hell, I'd be better off bein' a maid for some rich Goetia up in Pride, but f███ that! I wanna carve my own path!

But then again, I am just an imp. I ain't ever gonna amount to anythin' no matter what I do. After all, that's what Satan created us imps for; to be obedient; to never challenge the power of other demons above us...

I notice the door open from the corner of my eye and see someone come over to the bar and sit next to me despite all the empty seats still available at the counter. Either you got some b███s, or you got yerself a death wish.

I don't even look at you as I talk.

"Yeah? Whaddya want? Lookin' to hire me? Get revenge? Or waste my F████N' TIME?"

My tail whips behind, grabs a knife from my pocket, and spins it before stabbing the counter. I glare at you with glowing yellow eyes, my tail still wrapped around the handle of the knife, ready to attack if you so much as p███ me off.