Assassin's Will (Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 3: just another morning

"if there was some amazing force outside
Of time to take us back to where we were
And hanging moment up like pictures on a wall
Inside of a billion tiny frames so that we could do it all, all, all
It will look like, will happen, happening, happened?" -Time Adventure By Mathematic-Pony

"Jupiter?" Dolus had said one day; I can remember looking up from my scroll.

"Yes?" I had replied, tilting my head in curiosity.

"what's your favorite time of the day?" he had inquired. "Mine is evenings, right before we go to sleep." he had informed, a smile on his face.

I wish I could've answered him back then. However, now I can say with certainty, my favorite time of the day is breakfast.

"Both of ya are... somethin' else." Johnny mused, with a shake of his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I shot back, with mock offense; taking a bite of my pancake.
"Mph!" Sparks attempted to exclaim, around a mouthful of bacon.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." I scolded lightly, provoking an eye roll from him.

"I said!" They started exasperatedly. "yeah." She huffed.
"Somethin' else." Johnny says again, pushing his now empty plate to the center of the table.

Without even needing to be asked; I stacked my empty plate on top of his, and Sparks' on top of mine, like we have done many times. Sparks grabbed the stack of dishes, before he made her way to the kitchen. It's Sparks' turn to do the dishes; we all play our part, to keep the house from falling apart.

"I've got to head off to work in 30 minutes." I informed Johnny.
"Go on then, I'll clean the table today." Johnny replies, relieving me of that chore for the morning.

"I appreciate it." I said with a grateful smile, Johnny returned it with his own teasing one.

"Go on, get." he says playfully, shoeing me out of the dining room.
I'm out the door, five minutes later; bag slung across my shoulders, the old strap biting painfully into my feathers and flesh. I adjust the bag for the 10th time, when I finally get to my work building.

It was an old one story house, before I repurposed it.

I work as an assassin for hire, which is unsurprisingly common in hell; I'm also able to be hired as a bodyguard.

Walking into my office; I throw my bag into the corner, pulling the hood of my dark green cloak over my head.

The attire that I usually wear out of the house is my dark green cloak, over my body armor, and the T-shirt and shorts I wear underneath that.

Almost as soon as I get comfortable in my chair, I hear the, tap tap tap, of claws against the old wood of my office store.

"Doors unlocked!" I hollered, to whoever was knocking on my door.
Molly, a very sweet imp, that works as a secretary for me, walks in; long thin tail, with a hard shaped tip swishing.

"morning Molly." I agree with a smile. "Did the trip to Lust go all right?" I inquire.

Molly has a boyfriend, and she was telling me about her date plans. She plan to take her boyfriend to the Lust Ring the other night; she didn't show up for work yesterday.
"Oh yeah! It went... Swimmingly." She grinned suggestively.

"I did not need to know that." I stated, causing both of us to laugh.
"Someone is here to talk to you." Molly informed, after we had both gotten a hold of ourselves.

"Well, send them in." I replied, Molly ducked out of the room.
I could hear a vaguely familiar, voice laced with static, talking to Molly outside my office. However, I couldn't make out the words.
Then, Alastor the radio demon; is in my office, sharp tooth grin plastered to his face.

"Why hello there my dear!" Alastor greeted, his voice laced with his customary radio static. "It's been quite a while since we last spoke." he said matter-of-factly.

It had indeed been a while since me and him last spoke, around seven years in fact.

"Alastor." I say calmly, looking the dear man up and down. "What do I owe this rare pleasure?"