Demon!Vincent x Angel!Scott

Hopes and Dreams

"Vincent! I'm here!"

"Hey..."

Scott stepped into the room, hands running across the ash-covered, crumbling plaster walls. "So, um... how are you?"

"Eh, I guess I'm fine. Brushing smoldering ash out of my hair, condemning the souls of the damned, filing paperwork... y'know, Hell stuff."

"Geez. Hell sounds a lot more busy and exciting than Heaven."

"Hardly."

"I'm serious! All we do up there is lay around on clouds and wait for God to have us run errands."

Vincent put his head down on the desk, papers flying everywhere. Scott quickly picked them up and put them back.

"I just... being up there sounds so amazing..."

Scott inhaled sharply. This wasn't just taboo, it was illegal. Ever since the infamous Donald Trump incident, nobody could attempt or even talk about a transfer. Nobody could even go outside their region- Heaven, Hell, or Earth- without permission and a list of strict guidelines to follow.

Of course, sometimes things slipped through the cracks.

"O-oh yeah?" Though he knew he could get in trouble, he just wanted to hear anything Vincent had to say. "What's that?"

"Things down here are great, don't get me wrong. You're never cold, there's moderately good healthcare, you can roast marshmallows on burning corpses..."

Scott gulped nervously. If Vincent was trying to make him less scared, it wasn't working.

"But oh... to be up there. Free! Not have to go poof what do you need, Satan, poof what do you need, Satan, poof what do you need, Satan. But who am I kidding? I'm never gonna transfer."

"You don't know that..."

"Yes I do. They want to keep me here forever. I'm not just an intern, I'm a slave. I'm everyone's slave down here, Scotty. I don't even know why you want to talk to me."

"I-" Before Scott could get his response out, the door opened. In his nervousness, he just handed Satan a package and mumbled a quick goodbye as he walked out.

He couldn't sleep that night.