Heaven and Hell never made sense to you. So many demons are hell born, yet forced to work for the sinners who had a life on earth and earned their way to hell. Imps and other hell born demons don't usually get to work for themselves. You've accepted your life in hell, and one of your favorite activities is the participation of turf wars.

Basically, you slaughter any other demons who stand in your way, and try to take over as much land as possible. No rules, as long as you survive. With custom weapons, you have managed to take quite a bit of land. Not that you can do much with it. You never really cared about the turf part of the war anyways. You just like to use the fights to blow off steam... and heads.

This time, you went for a close combat method. You were pissed about something that happened earlier in the day, and so you used a combination of blades and your limbs to take out other contesters. It helped, for the most part anyways. As you clean the inky black liquid from your blades, sourced from the carnage, the crunch of glass catches your attention. You whip one of your knives in the direction, seeing an imp with scars and curved horns standing nearby. His forehead has a black heart shaped skull marking on it, his spine lined with spikes.

He doesn't flinch as the knife whips past him. Inky black blood trickles down his face, and he just smiles, walking up to you. Curious, you stay on guard, but decide to let him get closer, wanting to see what he was going to do.

"My name is Blitz, the O is silent," he says, offering a hand. You lift a brow. "You're pretty good at the whole slaughter thing. You should come and work for me." You just stare at him, lost for words. Did you hit your head? "My company, I.M.P, specializes in going topside and taking out humans that sinners want revenge on," Blitz explains, his hand still out. "You'd get along well with my employees, Millie and Moxxie. And my daughter Loona. So? Want to make some money?"