Chapter 9

Another one for you all!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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"I can do it."

"Pardon?"

"I'll make the delivery."

"No, no we discussed this." The taller of the two had her hands on her hips. The mother with a scar on the lower part of her cheek looked at their child with a look. "You just got back. This should be your 'break'."

The white hair, freckle imp opens their mouth.

"Which I bet you're not doing. Even after coming back from space."

Close their mouth but glance away. The blue tear scar face imp received a chuckle from the woman. Then their eyes narrowed at her teasing look.

Yes, Moxxie was in space a bit longer than normal. Then they came back two days ago earlier to do the rest of their 'break'. Will be back doing Flaw work in the following month. Going to be a little hectic but it'll work out.

"Maybe I should call Striker."

"Lookie here." Lift their own phone up of Ivy contact showing. "A special way to ruin a hard-working surprise- "

"You feral brat!" Twitch and can tell their smirking behind that scarf. "You do that against your own Madre?"

"Yes."

"I raised you too well." Shook her head as she tried not to smile.

"Madre look." Lower their phone down. "You're about to close for the season. You don't need to worry about this delivery. Finished up the ones here. I don't mind doing this."

"Don't you hate that ring and rather see it sunken down in their toxic waste."

"Don't be silly I dislike every ring with passion besides home." Lean over the fence, "Which is why I'm doing you a favor."

Plus, doesn't want her going alone in those unknown territories. Scratch that. Doesn't trust anyone in general besides the select few they give a damn about.

"Mox-"

Gave them a long stare look. They will not budge.

Shook her head as she let out an aggravated sigh, "Fine you can do the delivery for me. You happy."

"Can't you tell?" Point at their face their mix match pupils looking right at her. No, glasses on their face as their sight gotten a bit better. Still keeps glasses for backup. It was the same for the contacts but only wears them if going places.

That was something that hasn't changed. Even as a few months passed.

Some are still the same. Yet, a lot of changes as well.

Good changes really.

"Very much. Now bring your happy face to Bombproof. He starving."

"Or being a dramatic king."

A loud neigh can be heard in the barn. Same with the sounds of angry donkey that not happy to wake up. Then a loud bark as Coal came out the barn. The disguised Gaster blaster grew bigger to where they were like a tiger.

"I'm coming your majesty." Grab the bucket with meat.

"Better go spoil him before he misses you."

"Now you want me to leave. I see it now."

"Go. I'll make the call that someone taking my place." Watch her boy go to the farm. She just couldn't help but smile a little. She really does like it when her child stays over. But that imp of hers really does need to rest. Yes, can hear many say it's his choice. He's a young adult. You're babying him.

That last part would have laugh at their faces.

Moxxie will go back and forth a lot to Pride, and Wrath. Some days living at home. Other days at the apartment. Ever since Striker been told about, certain lengths, their magic. It kind of was like a bit of weight off their shoulders. He still to this day just treats them well, like before. Of, course were moments of annoyance. Like not able to reach them or if they're in space. It's not like they can make a portal to space.

Maria will admit she smug she can but doesn't say it. Got to save the ammo for another day.

The two of their work and being separated at times. Some days stay longer compared to the other destinations. Will be days that Striker won't be at the apartment. It's the same with Moxxie. It doesn't bother them too badly as both sides have their other things and work. It works out but the pair can be a bit antsy if the other gone longer than normal. Then pushed back or hid it when the other returns.

Don't ask who is worse since sometimes it feels like a draw.

Of course, that might change soon once Striker stops guarding Octavia. Then will look into a different job. Along with a different living arrangement for the pair of them. What will it be? Can't say for sure.

Moxxie not sure. Besides thoughts of farming, maybe running a bar or maybe joining that group. Striker did seem like he was thinking about it a lot more lately. Little things like that. Maybe a possibility won't have to do assassination work. A nice thought.

Their work in Flaw. It was going well. I mean everything keeps getting sold out. Messages with pictures. Then excitement to come on what could be next. We're a few demands and questions if they'll do another slot. The thought crossed a few times. For now, kept it like it was as it worked out good for them. Does enough work for a month, a break of sorts to settle and go on back again? Maybe throw in a bit of extras. They were quite fine with that. Sure, when he is in town in Wrath his former boss may drag them to the shop for the sake of old times. Same with the gun shop. It didn't bother them too much.

They were fine with a lot of things going on. Even outside of their work, hobbies, travel and Striker. Still get to time to be with their friends. Crazy lunatics but hey. Can't change it.

The imp was happy. Not just for themselves but everyone that became precious to them. Even with the crazy, emotional and tensions that happen. Can tell their still tension in certain ways but never pushed it. Along with everyday life in Hell in general. They are fine with it.

If others complain about it. Their thinking ways so to speak well they can just buzz off. It's their life. Why are you so focus on it to begin with?

The imp steps into the small barn as he goes to approach Bombproof stable. The fiery horse taps his hooves. His roommate on the other side yowling back. "Enough the both of you."

Once the two were fed. Work a little longer outside. Hangout with the pair for a while until they step out. While their tail swat a rat that tried to bite them. One of the animals got a small treat.

Little pricks.

Moxxie walking back to the house as he hears Maria on the phone.

"-Yes, sure I'll make sure. It'll be there...See yeah." Maria hung up. "The damn lice lucky I'm doing this for a favor."

"The owner?"

"Yep. Lovely piece of work." Maria rolled her eyes. The only reason she even letting this bar have a three-week supple because one of her buyers asked her a favor. Hands him the paper. "They'll still want it in three days. We can load it in the morning."

Maria truck in the shop. The other three helpers have time off so can't use their trucks. Able to get a truck to rent for the time being.

"Okay." Glance at the paper. A few details, the address and a number to call when they're closer. Tilt their head. "Bar names are weird."

"Suppose to be a club. One of the good ones. Well, at least business wise, not destroyed, and can pay the building." Look at him. "I can tag along?"

"It's fine." A small shrug. "Just deliver, drop it off, make sure you get paid and I'll be back. You relax Madre."

"You're the boss." Mock salute.

"This whole family a boss."

"That's." Stop and then tap her chin. "You know what you're right."

"Who the boss between you and Ivy?"

"I'll get back with you on that."

Then a few days passed as it was time to go deliver the Whiskey. Left a little early as he heads off to the elevator. Moxxie tap the wheel being in line with few other vehicles to reach the elevator section for Greed. Listen to the music on the radio to keep their mind occupied.

RING!

RING!

Tap their phone. "Yes, Blitz?"

"Great don't have to ask since you agreed!"

"I'm going to hang up."

"Wait! I was joking. Fuck, you be buzz kill."

"Yes, I can be. You should know that." Roll their eyes as he can hear them cursing them out under their breath. "Is there something you actually needed?"

"Maybe I wanted to just talk with my buddy till a client comes in."

"You're avoiding paperwork."

"You're one to talk about avoidance."

Close their eyes to take a deep breath. Then let it out. "Blitz, I'm in line right now. So, I won't be on the phone much longer. "

"Line for what?"

"It's a favor and work."

"Right work."

Wait for it.

"Speaking about work. IMP."

Of course

"Blitz, we talked about this." Literally, even after they quit. Everything was good. Everything was fine. The company seems to have been doing all right. At least when they talked with Millie. Or just meeting up with their former coworkers and boss. Either at the apartments or to meet up. It works out.

Until lately Blitz has been calling them about a different subject. To come back to working at IMP.

Moxxie wasn't very thrilled about the first time it was mentioned. Yes, they heard Blitz. Heard his reason. Along with threw in their own reasons too.

They don't want to be assassins anymore. Sure, went behind the desk for a while and fixed up weapons. Yes, there were moments to do the job or hired for guards. Which let's be real they suck at or something unexpected gets in the way.

"I know what you're thinking Mox."

"Does it involve me thinking no? Nada. Not happening. Hire someone else."

"Moxxie! Come on, work with me here. Don't you miss working with me? The group?"

"I had work with you. I don't mind what we all have now that outside of work." Sees they are getting closer. "Blitz I can't do this right now. I'm about to get on the elevator."

"Fine go do your stupid favor. Will discuss this later when you get back."

"Nothing to discuss. Drop it, Blitz."

"Bye, bye baby face sees you soon!"

Hang up.

Place the phone down as they gripped their own hair. Why can't he just listen? They thought they had passed this. Yes, Blitz can be so damn stubborn. Forgetful. Doesn't care to a certain degree. Until he turns around to show some decent attributes. Nope! Don't you dare go that route? Not now.

Then why can't he listen to their own response?

HONK!

A little twitch as they put the car in Drive. Doesn't matter. They are staying their ground of that topic. End of discussion.

Off to the Greed Ring.

It hasn't change much from what Moxxie can tell so far. Besides, maybe new things are being presented in the tourist area. Still, wouldn't be too sure as they barely paid attention to that before.

Wait. No. The toxic sky looks worse. No. no. That could be normal.

Any way.

Moxxie drives for a while. Listen to the directions. How much further to arrive at their destination point. When it was getting a bit closer, they called the number. Small talk along with driving at the back of the building. Two staff members will be outside to unload the drinks. While Moxxie will go inside the go over a bit paperwork, and payment.

As Moxxie starts to turn down a few streets. He started to notice how the area kind a nicer. Less bloodshed and fewer bullets can be heard. A few decent restaurants, entertainments, a casino and then passed another decent size building. A sign could be seen but would be lit up when night time approached. Can still read it.

20th Luck

Stare for a second then continue driving while looking at another passing building. Turn a corner to get to the back. Sees two hellborns waiting. Use the space to turn and rear back for them to get supply. Got out, grab some paperwork along with a small carton to give. A bit of small interaction and was told the Manager will be upfront at the bar section. Didn't look at the kitchen and the staff too much as they crossing by. But did hear a bit of commotion as they moved closer.

Music?

Instruments.

Reach a part where there were doors. We did see a few more but that could have led to the bar, another to storage and other parts of the building. It didn't take much longer but we went past the doors they found first. Went through the pair of doors.

Correct about the music.

In the back center was a stage. Nothing to crazy or big. Between six hellborns just playing their music. Practicing. Then as you look around you can see a decent size dance floor. After that tables around. A staircase for a balcony to watch the show below. Were pictures, art against the green wall paint? Glance not too much at them till they spot the bar. Three demons over there. One of the three, an imp, on the other side with clipboard and counting inventory probably. Notice me then. Then back at the other two to poke them with a pencil.

"What?" The shark growled. Until he turns around to look at Moxxie direction.

"A Mr. Shortfin ordered Bangtail Whisky." Hold the box up and pulled out the bottle.

A big pleased smile passed the guy's lips. "Now we're talking. Everything came in smoothly."

A nod yes to place the bottle down.

"Gerald makes us all a shot to try." The older shark tells him. Look back at Moxxie. "Safe travels?"

"No, bullets being shot at."

"That great."

Three shot glasses.

"Cheers." Watch the imp not taking their own.

"Not in the mood to drink. Gerald can have it."

"Suit yourself."

It's a bit funny seeing non-Wrathians native's take a sip of this drink. Even those in Wraths either have the stomach or not for it. These sharks cough, gasp from a shot. Like they got dehydrated. Mr. Shortfin coughed but a pleased smile.

"That's the stuff! Haha you Wrathians know how to make." Look at Gerald behind the bar shaking his body. "Make sure not to waste all this."

"Sure, thing boss. Fuck."

"It sure feels it." The other one coughed.

Pat his chest and took a few breaths. Glance back at the imp. "Got to says your boss knows how to make her stuff well. Can sell these offers the counter in a snap."

Shrug. "Better this way."

"True you Wrathians like to keep what yours."

After they checked the packages and bottles. Everything was okay. Nothing was broken. Got the amount they were ordered. Moxxie then followed the shark down a different hallway some doors till they reached the one to his office. Notice when walking down the many pictures and autographs.

Must be really that good.

"Don't mind the mess. I'm actually doing a bit of cleaning up."

Mess was pushing it. Look like paperwork everywhere. Along with lots of pictures like the ones down the hallway. Watch him go to the desk as he starts taking some cash out. Even the desk was filled with pictures and paper. Move a little closer.

"Okay here we-Oops!"

Their movement hit the table and hit the desk a little too hard. Some of the materials at the edge fell down. Moxxie kneels down to pick it up.

"Don't worry too much about it. Stuff from my old man that'll be thrown away soon."

Didn't care too much. Grab some stack after another. Reach down to pick up the last thing. Until their hand stopped. Eyes widen slightly behind the glasses as they pick up the last thing. Stand back as they stared at it.

"Here the money. Hey! What are you reading?"

Open their mouth ready to respond.

SLAM!

"WHERE THAT ROTTING FISH!"

Moxxie, and Shortfin both look at the door direction hearing a deep voice

Sees a woman coming out from probably one the door. She was a hybrid of some sorts. She is a bit older looking but still has a flare about her. When she moves closer can see a shark tail. Then a dorsal fin. Wore a necklace with one single purple pearl. Along with pearl earrings. Would have to describe her pink skin like one of those lemonade. Hair a pale blonde as you can see traces of grey-white length like a pixie cut with a bit of a wave. Spiral eyes locked on Mr. Shortfin. Expression not so happy.

"Lola how are you?" Smile but shaking in the chair.

"Cut the bullshit." Storm over with her arms locked. A sneer on her face. "I told you to not put me in anymore shows."

"I just thought that you know. Maybe one last bye-bye song. "

"That I already did you little slime ball." She growled and could see very sharp teeth. "Get someone else. I don't have the time."

"But we need a singer!" He began to plead.

"Go get one those new flesh bloods out there. Like this one?" Points at the imp in the chair.

What the heck? They are only here to pick up money.

"There only here to deliver!" Look a bit insulted.

"Oh, wipe that look off your face. If your father was still here it would smack you on the back of the head. Would love to the job for him."

Mr. Shortfin flinches with his head down a bit. Envelop out towards Moxxie. "Thank you for the business."

Moxxie took the envelope. Look at it. Then at what they are holding and turn it toward Shortfin "May I have this?"

A quick glance and wave it off. "Take it."

They nod. Then head out of the room and close the door behind. Tense hearing him speak lowly. Couldn't fully pick up what it was or bothered to care?

SMACK!

"OUCH!"

Well, someone cares.

Slowly walk while staring down at the photo.

It was black and white with a young woman. The imp smiled with a happy expression in her eyes. A professional yet graceful look. Freckles on her cheeks. Hair in a bun with pieces of her hair coming down to the side of their face. A flower on the side of her head.

"Mamá?"

"What did you just say?"

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Done!

What do you all think?

What else will happen?

Got to see a bit of phone talk with Blitz and Moxxie. There is some tension but things will get better. I swear.

Note: Lola is a half succubus-half shark hellborn. Will see a drawing of her later.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!