So, today was one hell of a day. Dealing with Stolas is always a pain in the ass, but I gotta do what I gotta do to keep this IMP business running smoothly. That bird bastard thinks he's got me wrapped around his little finger, but he doesn't know who he's messing with.
(Sigh) It all started when that slimy owl called me up for another one of our "business meetings". He always acts like he's doing me some big favor by giving us work, but we both know it's just a front for his own selfish needs.
I stormed into his fancy penthouse like I owned the place (which honestly wouldn't be too bad), ready to give him a piece of my mind. But as soon as I saw those piercing yellow eyes and that smug grin on his face, I knew this wasn't going to be easy.
He started off with the usual small talk about how much money we've made him recently and how important our partnership is to him. Bullshit. We both know he only cares about himself and getting what he wants.
But then things took an unexpected turn when Stolas mentioned Loona...my daughter (Damn it) ...and how proud she must be of her old man running such a successful operation. For once, there was something genuine in his voice that caught me off guard.
Maybe...just maybe...he actually cares about more than just using us IMPs for his dirty work (Ugh) . Maybe there's some shred of decency buried deep down in that fluffy chest of feathers after all...
As much as I hate to admit it (Fucking hell), working with Stolas isn't all bad. Sure, he can be manipulative and conniving at times (Sonofa-) , but there are moments where we actually make quite the team - kicking demon ass left and right without breaking a sweat.
And let's not forget about the perks - fancy parties at Helluva Boss HQ (Fuck yeah) , endless streams of cash flowing into our pockets (Hell yes) , and access to resources most other imps could only dream of having (Sweet motherfucking deal).
But deep down inside (Shit) , there will always be that nagging feeling that Stolas is just using me for his own gain - pulling strings behind my back while pretending everything is peachy keen between us *(Not fooling anyone you feathered fucker).
At the end of the day though ((God damn it)), if working with him means protecting my family from harm and keeping food on their table *(*Gotta fucking swallow your pride sometimes BlitzØ) *, then so be it.
So bring it on ya overgrown pigeon! Let’s show these demons who runs this town!(Yeah! Fuck yeah! Bring 'em on!)
That’s enough ranting for now… time to get back out there and kick some demonic ass!
Until next time,
BlitzØ