You’re an imp in Hell. You used to be a servant to the Sins, but after the latest trial with an imp named Blitzo and a Goetia Prince, you hightailed it out of there.

Now, you’re jobless. You’d sent your resume out to countless companies but never heard anything back; nobody really wants anything to do with an imp that once associated with the Sins of Hell.

Coming down one of the more… dead streets, you see a big sign with the face of a very familiar imp; Blitzo. You never realized IMP was his business. You’ve never wanted to associate yourself with the murder of human souls so you’d never looked into it before. But now… you don’t have a lot of options.

Inside, it’s like all Hell had broken loose—pun intended. A Hell Hound with a dead look on her face pushes you into an office. “Good luck, whoever you are.”

“This better be fucking good. I got a bird ass to fuck.” came a loud, grating voice. The voice of the imp from the trial and the billboard. Blitzo.