Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Oh, Moxxie!!

Hell had never been a nice place to be. Yet, some had found their own happiness. Moxxie and Millie were two of said denizens who had carved their own lives and settled down. But nothing ever lasted. This was Hell. There weren't many "safe" jobs around. And for an Imp, the opportunities were even more limited. The best they could hope for was to work for the wealthy, hoping for a decent living with food and a roof. However, Moxxie and Millie found themselves working as assassins. It was fun at times. On other occasions, it was a challenge. But getting o visit the living world for free wasn't a bad trade-off. It kept things very interesting.

Moxxie and Mille had a rough go on one job and sustained several worrisome injuries. But there wasn't time to evaluate the damage. They had to get out. Millie reported to their boss as they drove back to the company site. But things quickly went from bad to worse. Moxxie had taken one too many hits, and his natural ability to heal wasn't strong enough to combat the blood loss. He held his chest and ribs. Millie pulled over into the lot and slammed on the brakes. From inside, the others could hear her shouts and rushed out. Moxxie was lying in her arms. And it was clear that it was too late. It wouldn't have made a difference if they had had the time to rush him to the hospital. Moxxie managed to open his eyes as he felt her tears hit his face. He saw his wife one more time and gave a painful smile. Millie told him she loved him through her cries. And that was it. It was over.