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able-juice · 15 days ago

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Coffee or Tea?

(Hi there, Lilith here, this is a fanfiction I wrote to explore more philosophical and psychological ideas, so it's not really big in terms of the world nor is it based around a ship idea. Still I hope you enjoy it. I also tried to make it as canon friendly as possible. It does have some heavier subject matter, so please refer to the TW in the tags.)

Outside a house in the suburbs of America a woman stares around her room, it's a mess. She can't quite find the motivation to pick things up right now. The trashcan overflows with empty ramen cups and paper bags from a variety of fast-food restaurants. She suddenly hears clattering from down in the back yard. She curiously walks to the window to investigate. Silhouettes bounce around under her window, she's less frightened than she is intrigued by the shapes. She can tell they're trying to climb up to her window, so she decides to sit and wait as they make their way up, still unsure of the type of creatures she's looking at.

“Moxxie, put your fucking back into it!” Blitz says trying to climb on top of Moxxie's back to grab the edge of the roof.

“Sir, wouldn't it be easier if I climbed on your back?” Moxxie says with pained groans.

Blitz stops, turning his head with a smirk. “Why I thought you were used to bottoming?” which is met with an immediate drop from Moxxie's back.

“Oops.” Moxxie says looking unimpressed by the taller imp's joke.

While the two argue louder than they should trying to stalk a target in the middle of the night, Millie lets out a sigh. She jumps from the wall below onto the roof herself, extending her hand down to reach the two still arguing with one another.

“Here Blitz.” She says, her charming southern drawl almost masking the morbidity of the situation that brings them there.

“Way to hustle, Mills! Moxxie, why can't you be more like your wife?” Blitz says as he's lifted up from the ground.

Moxxie let's out an annoyed groan and rolls his eyes as Millie lifts him up next, Millie snickers a bit at Moxxie's face and they both smile at one another.

“Mox, come help me with the window, give Millie a break from carrying your dead weight.” Blitz says making Moxxie scrunch his face in annoyance once more.

Inside, the woman sits on her bed listening to the loud imp fiddle with the window, her room dark, her motion still so as not to make them aware of her presence yet.

Moxxie and Blitz grow frustrated with the window and once again begin arguing with one another. Blitz picks up Moxxie planning to use him as an object to break the window when the lamp inside switches on, the woman now staring directly at the two. She admittedly was taken aback by the appearances of the group of imps, one thing was certain, they weren't possums. Blitz drops Moxxie down onto the roof and flashes the woman a large smile.

“Uhhh, I'm your doordash deliver driver?” He says with a shrug, knowing his cover is blown. She returns his smile with a partially confused and partially insulted look.

“Really? That's your best explanation?” She asks making her way over to the window. She unlocks it, again the sight of the imps intriguing her.

Blitz, Millie, and Moxxie look at her with a confused look, each entering the house. Blitz is unsurprisingly the first to pipe up.

“Let me get this straight. You see a group of fucking hellish looking imps and your first instinct is to...open the window? Are you an idiot?” Blitz says now staring at the woman suspiciously.

“Doordash delivery driver.” She says in response

“His tactful approach to asking the question aside, I also can't understand that.” Moxxie says.

She shrugs slightly. “It isn't every day that living proof of an afterlife tries to break into someone's house.”

“Okay first, it happens way more than you'd think, second, how do you know we're not aliens or...other …things?” Blitz responds.

As if to mock his list she says “Okay first, you speak english, second, you just confirmed what you are with that first sentence.”

Blitz looks slightly annoyed, which makes Moxxie smirk a bit.

��Okay, but why would you want demons to come through your window in the dead of ni-” Blitz stops mid sentence. “Oh fuck, you're one of those freaks aren't you? Ya get off to some weird demon kink? WELL MISSY I AM SPOKEN FOR!”

“When has that stopped you, sir?” Moxxie interjects.

“Shut up Moxxie.” Blitz fires back

“No I'm not...well I mean...kind of... but that's not why.” She responds

“Then why?” Millie speaks up, her southern accent surprising the woman.

“They have southern accents in hell?” She asks

“No, no, she asked you a question first!” Blitz cuts the conversation off.

“Curiosity I guess, but that brings me to another question...why are you all here?” She cocks her eyebrow.

They all exchange slightly nervous glances, because they don't expect this to go easily after revealing their reason.

“Door...dash?” Blitz repeats his earlier explanation as a last ditch effort, to which the woman looks unamused, Blitz lets the silence linger almost as if hoping time will change her mind to believing him, Finally he sighs.

“Fine, fuck, someone paid us to kill you. It's nothing personal.” He says bluntly.

“Me? I don't...who hates me that much?” She responds strangely more confused than alarm. She sits back on the bed to steady herself.

“Listen, lady, I don't ask that many questions, I just take the jobs people give me.” Blitz says matter of factly.

The woman looks at the three imps. “A...are you sure you have the right person?”

Millie speaks up. “Blitz, you didn't get the wrong name again did you?”

“That was one time! And that fucker was an ASSHOLE...” He pauses briefly “But... uhhh I guess it doesn't hurt to check.” He pulls out a scratched up photo stained with coffee and puts it up next to her face. “Moxxie, this does look like her right?”

Moxxie sighs and pulls out the details in a list. “Morgan Wolfe, Birthdate 11/4/1996, 1216 west freedom

way?”

“Details, Mox, finally doing something useful!” He says flashing Moxxie a playful grin.

Millie turns her attention to Morgan. A subtle hesitation flashes across her face but then she asks with a bit of sympathy. “It is you, isn't it?”

Morgan looks up at the three imps now all waiting for a response. Then she stands up from the bed. “Follow me. I just want to have some coffee.”

Blitz looks annoyed. “Is it you or not, this is a job we don't have ti-”

Millie stops him and whispers. “She ain't trying to run, she just wants a drink, we can give her that much.”

“Ugh fine.” Blitz whispers back.

Morgan leads them down the stairs, the imps are looking around at the walls, taking in all of the décor. The house is a mess in places as they take note of half empty boxes of random items and opened soda cans. She stops at a couch covered with a sheet in the living room, a pillow with an indent the size of Morgan's head lays at one of the couch arms.

“Here have a seat for a moment, I want to talk.” She motions to the couch.

“Oh no, you're not gonna talk your way outta this if that's what you think.” Blitz says

“No, nothing like that, just have some questions.” Morgan looks around at all of them. “Can I get you anything? I have hot tea, sweet tea, water, coffee, I think I finished the last of the soda.

Millie speaks up first with a curious but friendly smile, “I'll have some sweet tea.”

Moxxie then responds “Do you have Earl Grey?” Morgan nods and he continues in response “Earl Grey with a little sugar, if you don't mind.”

Morgan nods again to acknowledge him then turns to Blitz. “You strike me as a coffee drinker.”

“No, nothing, and if you're thinking of poisoning us, HA good luck, lady I-” Blitz narrows his eyes as she shakes her head.

“You can follow me if you'd like.” Morgan says further confusing Blitz.

“What the fuck is your deal?!” He shouts getting impatient and frustrated with the confusing actions of Morgan. Then he puts his index finger and thumb against his forehead. “Millie I guess just follow her.”

Millie nods and then her and Morgan head into the kitchen.

Moxxie turns to Blitz. “Sir, I can't get a read on this.”

Blitz not looking at Moxxie says “I can't either don't like it.”

Meanwhile in the kitchen Morgan begins preparing drinks for everyone, even Blitz despite his insistence that he didn't want anything. Millie keeps looking at her try to get an grip on the situation. Morgan makes the drinks within Millie's sight, pouring her a glass of sweet tea before moving onto the electric kettle.

“Morgan, can I ask a question? Millie says before taking a sip of tea, her expression shows she's impressed.

“Sure, Millie, was it? Morgan says before turning to the coffee grinder and hitting the button for a fine grind.

Millie looks down at the tea and waits for the grinder to stop. When it does she looks back up to Morgan and asks. “Why are you bein' so nice to us? You know what we're here to do, and Blitz, he ain't one to back down from a job, at least normally.”

“Have I asked him to?” Morgan says looking away towards the kettle that just clicked off.

“It's just I ain't seen anyone be this calm about dying before.” Millie comments

“Seems more exciting that what I have going on, I guess.” Morgan responds, catching a half-second too late the darker idea behind what she said.

Millie looks confused then it dawns on her the implication of what she just said and her eyes widen and her breathing tightens. “So you...want to...”

Morgan flinches, not wanting to answer the question.

“I didn't say that either, I'm just curious, and I have questions.” Morgan says pouring the hot water into the cup she grabbed for Moxxie.

Millie looks skeptically at her.

Morgan sets the hot tea down in front of Millie and turns back to start working the espresso maker. “So, Blitz, does he like coffee or tea?”

“Coffee.” Millie responds not quite sure what else to say.

“So, you're from Hell?” Morgan tries to make light conversation.

“Yeah?” Millie says curiously, wondering where Morgan is going with this.

“I have to be honest, I never thought the afterlife was real.” Morgan says pulling a shot from the espresso machine. “I always assumed it was just all something people made up to control others.”

Millie tilts her head listening to Morgan. Morgan turns to pull a carton of oat milk out of the refrigerator.

“Well, it's definitely real. Heaven an' Hell, though I ain't been to one of em' I'll let you take a guess which one.” Millie says half-jokingly to try to lighten the mood.

“Hmm.” Morgan doesn't seem to react too much to Millie's statement. She pours the oat milk into a pitcher and begins to steam her milk to make what seems to be her last earthly latte.

In the living room Moxxie sits patiently as Blitz becomes increasingly restless.

“The fuck is she doing in there, making a seven course meal?” Blitz speaks both to himself and Moxxie. “I just want to get this done and get back to the office.” He snaps his head back towards the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, Millie sips her sweet tea and Morgan finishes making her latte, she pulls a second shot afterwards and makes Blitz an Americano. She lets out a deep sigh.

“Okay, I guess we can get back to the others now.” Morgan picks up both her mug and Blitz's and she motions Millie to follow her back to the living room.

As they enter the door to the living room Blitz and Moxxie's eyes lock on them. Morgan walks over and sits next to Blitz sitting a cup of coffee in front of him on the table. To which he investigates it with a skeptical look. Millie looks at him as she's handing Moxxie his tea.

“She didn't do anything to it, I was watchin' her the whole time.” Millie says as Blitz picks up the coffee and takes a small sip. Then he takes a slightly bigger gulp.

“This ain't too bad.” Blitz says offering Morgan a rare compliment. “Fifteen minutes.” Everyone looks at him curiously. “You got fifteen minutes then we gotta get this job done.” Moxxie and Millie look a bit annoyed at the abrupt shift in the mood.

“I see, I suppose I should get to asking my questions then.” Morgan says before finishing her latte. “What's Hell like?”

“That's it, that's your big question?” Blitz asks clearly annoyed by the simple question. “It's hot, there's demons, and it's full of royal assholes who don't give a shit about anyone below them, ya know, a lot like this fucking place.”

Morgan ignores his annoyance and asks her next question. “Where do imps land in terms of royalty? Like what's the hierarchy?”

Blitz goes back to holding the bridge of his nose. Moxxie and Millie look at one another then Moxxie speaks up.

“Well it isn't...particularly flattering, imps and hellhounds land at the bottom of the system.” Moxxie finishes

“Basically, we're the folks who do all the laborin' and don't get much respect.” Millie follows up.

Moxxie nods then continues the rundown, “Above us you have other hellborn demons, they all have relatively specific purposes too. Then you have sinners, which you'd be if you end up there. Among sinners you have Overlords.”

Morgan's face scrunches a bit in confusion. “Overlords?”

“Power hungry sinners who tend to trap people in soul deals.” Moxxie responds

Morgan's face grows slightly uncomfortable at that prospect.

“They run the different districts of the Pride ring for the most part, above tha-” Moxxie gets cut off

“Above that you have your blue blooded rich bitch Ars Goetia. Fancy ass fucks with penthouses and platinum plated dildos.” Blitz crudely finishes Moxxie's statement

“Yeah... that, and above them are the 7 deadly sins. Lucifer as the ringleader...supposedly.” Moxxie finishes the hierarchy lesson.

“That's a lot of tiers to be at the bottom of.” Morgan comments. “I'm sorry.” Morgan says, genuinely seeming sympathetic.

“Yeah, it is” Millie says.

“I'm sorry.” Morgan says, genuinely seeming sympathetic.

Blitz looks up seemingly disarmed by the sympathy. They fall silent for a brief moment, Blitz drifts his gaze to a clock. Ten minutes left. He thinks to himself.

“May I ask another question?” Morgan says breaking the silence.

Blitz's attention snaps back to Morgan, “Yeah sure, you got about 10 minutes left.”

“What do you know about who wants me dead?” Morgan quickly responds

Blitz closes his eyes and shrugs, “I can't tell you a name, they asked for this anonymously, but they made a down payment so they seem well connected in Hell. I didn't ask, but I assume some asshole lower tier overlord, seemed like a walking ego with a fat wallet though.”

“Alright then...How much would I have to pay to stop it?” Morgan asks, already sounding uncertain she could if she wanted to.

“They put up a $50,000 down payment for a $100,000 dollar job.” He looks around noting Morgan's cheap looking furniture, “So it'd have to be at least $120,000.”

“$100,000...who the fuck would want me dead that much? Most people I know don't even have $1000 in savings, but I guess they found their fortune after death.” She thinks for a moment. “I don't know of anyone who's gone who would...” She shakes her head. “Doesn't matter anyway, the best I could offer for payment is pretty much what you're drinking right now.”

Millie looks at Morgan sympathetically, watching her face twist trying to figure out who this is.

“Well, that's a you problem, I have a business to run.” Blitz says with noticeably less bravado than he displayed before.

“No I know, it's just business, I don't blame you guys.” Morgan responds making the imps all share a shocked and confused look. “So...does this mean I'll go to Hell?”

Blitz still somewhat in awe of Morgan's last statement responds. “We...uh...we aren't in charge of that...but considering the humans I've met, probably.”

“Blitz!” Millie scolds.

“What?! There's a reason Pride is overflowing with sinners!” Blitz defends his comment.

“I see.” Morgan then follows up. “Pride? So there are different areas of Hell?”

“Yes, there's Pride, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, and Envy. But sinners can only exist in Pride.” Moxxie answers.

“Hmm, so I'm going to take a guess and say none of you know what Heaven is like?” Morgan asks the room.

“HA. Us?! Yes, we're secret cherubs. We actually want to fly you up to paradise!” Blitz says sarcastically, his eyes resembling a puppy's until he collects himself seeing Morgan's unimpressed face. “Er...I mean no.”

“The thought of Heaven always kind of scared me, honestly.” Morgan responds waving off Blitz's sarcasm.

The imps' expressions say enough, Blitz's eyes narrow, Millie cocks her head to the side looking confused, and Moxxie is utterly dumbfounded.

“Scared... of Heaven?” Millie is the first to respond to Morgan.

Morgan nods. “It's an eternity of perfection...or supposedly. But what happens if someone you love doesn't make it? Does Heaven make a carbon copy for you to love up there? Which is just...creepy. If not, how can anyone have a paradise if all of their loved ones aren't there.”

The three imps all look at one another not sure how to respond.

“And if none of that's true, do our memories of people in Hell just disappear so we won't miss them?” Morgan continues. “Hell on the other hand isn't perfect, but...”

They look at her waiting for her to finish.

“If hell is a punishment, why is it supposedly eternal? Punishment is supposed to correct behavior. Eternal punishment is just torture for torture's sake.” Morgan finishes her thought.

“Okay well Hell ain't exactly like that, it's more like the worst of the worst just gather to sin to their dark little heart's content...and...Heaven makes sure it's not eternal for unlucky sinners.” Blitz says looking at the others.

“What does that mean?” Morgan asks.

“Exorcists, they come down once a year to...cull the herd, so to speak.” Moxxie replies.

“What...is...?” Morgan trails off.

“Angels, angels who murder sinners.” Millie answers before the question lingers too long.

“Yeah and we get a pass...unfortunately that ain't the case for you...” Blitz finishes the trio's statement.

“I know some people who'd love that idea being the case.” Morgan says placing her thumb and forefinger on the bridge of her nose, a slight headache forming. “At any rate, I'm not perfect and I ask too many questions, I can't imagine I'd have a warm welcome at the pearly gates anyway.”

Millie is the first to speak up, “In my years doin' this type of work I ain't seen anyone like you.”

Blitz looks off to the side, seemingly in thought.

Moxxie looks to Blitz then to Morgan, “Do you analyze everything this in depth?”

Morgan looks a bit lost in the question but shortly comes back to the present. “Yeah, pretty much.” She thinks about her answer, realizing how matter-of-fact it was, and considers that it might not be the most informative answer. “It's like...I can't shut it off...my brain I mean. No matter what situation I find myself in, my mind treats it as a puzzle to solve. It can be exhausting.”

Moxxie responds, “I can kind of relate, my mind tends to be racing a lot. Not exactly as analytical as you but similar in the idea I guess.”

“Mox, don't get too attached to the mark.” Blitz says finally lifting his head to inspect the conversation. He turns his head to Morgan. “And I thought you weren't gonna try any kind of fucking pity or anything to get outta this?”

Morgan rolls her eyes again, the headache growing ever more uncomfortable, “He asked a question, what did you want me to do, ignore him?”

“That's what we do most of the time.” Blitz responds

“Fuck you, sir.” Moxxie says flatly

Blitz grins at Moxxie.

Millie shakes her head. Then turns back to Morgan. “So...what's the plan here anyway?”

Morgan shrugs, “No plan, just had some questions. That's all.”

“Then can we move this the fuck along?” Blitz says with annoyance.

Morgan sighs, “One last question.”

Blitz rolls his eyes. “What is it?”

“If I go to Hell can I find you guys?” Morgan says

Moxxie and Millie look confused.

Blitz wears a mix of confusion and skepticism. “Why, lookin' for friends in hell or something?” He scoffs.

Morgan looks at Blitz “Maybe I've been waiting for some friends to show up for a long time, just didn't expect it to be imps outside my window, besides I think I like you guys.”

“You...like us” Blitz says with his face still carrying the same expression, but softening a bit.

“Well yeah, you can't be all bad if you let me have a last coffee.” She then continues “Hell...sounds difficult and it'd be nice to know I can come to you all before I get there.”

Moxxie and Millie don't have much to say, instead they look back and forth following the conversation.

Blitz thinks for a moment and then finally speaks, his tone noticeably less abrasive, “I mean, you wouldn't be the first asshole we've killed that found us...and I wouldn't even say the most...dedicated.” Blitz visibly shivers as if remembering some obsessive hit from the past.

Morgan nods. “Then I suppose...follow me?”

Blitz's expression grows slightly more annoyed. “Again with this follow me shit?”

“Just let's go out back okay?” Morgan responds.

The imps all look at one another, seemingly agreeing with some unspoken conversation. Blitz makes a motion with his hand indicating for Morgan to hurry. Morgan leads the three imps back out to the back yard where they portaled in from originally.

“So what's this, want to enjoy the suburban lawn care life one last time?” Blitz says cracking a joke.

Morgan's face briefly shows a sign of sadness but quickly recalibrates to the stoic expression the imps have found hard to read.

“No, this is so the cleanup won't be as difficult. Plus because it's outside the likelihood of someone I care about finding me first is less of a possibility.” Morgan says

Blitz slightly grimaces, recognizing the logic Morgan seems to still find in such a morbid situation.

Millie and Moxxie share a somewhat somber look. They start to wonder if Morgan had something like this planned at one point or another. A distressing thought. They turn to look at Morgan, their eyes showing a sympathetic look.

Blitz stays uncharactaristically quiet.

Morgan looks at them briefly then stands facing Blitz. “Well, you ready.”

Blitz looks off to the side, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with Morgan after considering the her previous statement.

“Yeah. You?” Blitz says, no sarcasm or annoyance, just a strange resignation to his voice.

Morgan nods. Blitz lifts his gun to her head. He swallows hard and looks back to Moxxie and Millie, seemingly for some input. But they just look on.

“Oh! One last thing? Where do I find you?” Morgan says.

“The I.M.P. Office in Imp City is your best bet...you're really just...” Blitz stops himself, steeling his nerves and cocking the gun.

Morgan jumps a bit at the sound of the gun cocking.

“Blitz?” Morgan says.

Blitz looks up at Morgan curiously.

“It'll be quick right?” Morgan showing her first bit of nerves about the whole situation.

Blitz grits his teeth a bit then responds, “Yeah, don't worry it'll be quick.”

Millie's and Moxxie's expressions continue to show a somber look. They soften a bit with sympathy and deep thought.

Blitz tightens his grip on the trigger stalling in confusion about this whole situation. Why did he let her talk? He should have done it when Morgan opened the window. Now he's hesitating. His grip tightens even further, expecting some kind of plea or anything that makes this feel more normal.

“I'd...like it over quickly if you don't mind.” Morgan says, her voice shaking a bit, the anticipation and anxiety finally getting to her. A surprise to her. She didn't think it'd feel like this.

“Fuck!” Blitz says as he uncocks the gun and roughly pulls it down to his side. “You're really fucking okay with this?!”

Morgan steps back slightly in surprise and responds, “Just business, I get it, it's okay.”

Blitz just stares for a moment, finally unsure of what to say.

Morgan waits for a moment then with a raised and shaky voice, “Just...do it oka-”

BANG!

A shot rings out, Morgan falls to the ground in an instant. Blitz and Millie follow the sound and see Moxxie's gun smoking. He drops it. His eyes full of tears he can't quite understand.

“Sh- I didn't...She was getting nervous...I just wanted to-...before she...I mean I-” Moxxie stutters out, briefly he collects his words. “I just didn't want her to be scared!”

Millie's eyes grow wide as she looks at her husband, clearly distraught, then she pulls him into a hug.

Blitz looks at Morgan's body, then to Moxxie and Millie, his face shows the briefest of glimpses of sympathy before turning back to Morgan. “Fuck...”

He shakes his head as if to wipe away the sympathy then looks to Moxxie. He makes a quick decision, landing on breaking the tension for the group. He conjures up a grin and false bravado. “G-good job, Mox, you got her before she decided to run! Now let's the fuck out of here.”

Blitz fiddles with the Asmodean crystal, opening a portal and rushing the two other imps through. He stands there quietly observing for a moment before walking through the portal himself.

“Loona, get that fucker on the phone and tell them to give us the rest of the money!” He pauses looking back out at Morgan's body, he softens his voice and it grows more somber. “Job's done.”

“Hope to see you again soon, coffee girl.” Blitz says, sorrow flashes across his face briefly before the portal snaps shut.

The slight breeze calms to a stop as the night seems to hold it's breath in apprehension. Sirens cry out as they begin to inch closer in the distance, the only sounds of mourning for Morgan, as the breeze slowly comes back, the night can breathe again.

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