Helluva Grimm

Chapter Two:Problems Arise From The Horizon

8 pm. German hour. City of Frankfurt. In one of the many alleys of the city, barely illuminated by a possibly decades-old light pole, which doesn't even work that well...an orange portal, round and two meters high open up in it. And three red horned entities come out of it. Demons from hell, well known to us all, who look around carefully, quitely confused.
"So. Hhhmm...where will it ever be? He showed me he was around here. But dammit:all these buildings are the same!" says Blitzo, speaking to himself, with an obvious grimace of disappointment on his face, as he continues to turn around the alley, looking everywhere around.
"What are we looking for, exactly?" asks Moxxie, watching his boss as he talks...not seeing a trash bin, which he flips over and goes against, making a lot of noise by mistake, while a series of annoying rats come out of it, squeaking a little, looking and smelling the little demon, before leaving...only to be chased by a casual passing cat, which thus attracts the attention of a dog, which barks at it. The poor little guy, together with his wife looks uncertain and largely perplexed, at the result of his careless error...with Blitzo waiting for a while, after all of this, before answering, smiling somewhat amused.
"Well, if you're done messing around this shitty alley one rat after another, dear Moxxie we'd be looking for a tall building with our unsuspecting targets inside, to take away their insignificant, but certainly enriching lives."
"Like that one, Blitzo?" asks Millie, all smiling, pointing to a tall building, which stands next to others only slightly lower, in the middle of the night.
"Exactly, Millie! That's exactly the building where we will find our targets! Great job...unlike your husband" replies the boss, making poor Moxxie make a bewildered grimace.
"Come on,then:a long night of stalking awaits us!"
"Stalking?..." asks Moxxie, surprised.
"Yes, Moxxie:what in the movies requires the use of special binoculars and that is often done in a car, with sci-fi technologies and an endless amount of pizza! Well...we don't have pizza or technologies like in Blade Runner, but we have all the rest of the stuff! " replies Blitzo,while beginning to move out of the alley, heading towards the building...and,sticking his tongue out he completely randomly shoot the cat,the dog and the mices,with his old-style shotgun...judt because...leaving his poor employee of the month for the umpteenth time stunned and open-mouthed, before regaining the spirit of speaking again.
"But...at least we know how long we will have to remain stationed?..." he asks, while beginning to follow the leader, looking terribly sorry at the poor victims.
"Do you want the truth? Ahahahahah...No"
And so it is...that they remain stationed for hours...and hours...and hours, in Frankfurt, waiting at the designated building, for any sign that might give them the start. In all this waiting...Millie fell asleep...Moxxie got bored to death...and Blitzo...well, Blitzo literally stayed with the same expression the whole time, like he was some kind of gargoyle , continuously looking up...without even blinking. Which an ordinary human being would find scary, to say the least. Well...not already considering the fact that he's a demon, of course.
"Sir:is our targets expected to arrive shortly? Because really:we have been here...for three and a half hours!" says Moxxie, sitting with his back to the wall, pissed off, as he continues to cuddle his little Millie.
"Maybe."
Moxxie widens his eyes, as he begins to get even more nervous "Do you need some kind of specialist? Of course I said maybe!" says Blitzo, who is now starting to get nervous as well, as he looks at his employee. But from there...well:the discussion doesn't really go in a peaceful way...
"Maybe? MAYBE?! Sir, we've been here for three and a half hours, in the human world, where we can risk getting seen at any moment, if we don't pay attention! Is it at least sure,that they will arrive?!"
"Of course it is! We got paid for this job, don't be stupid."
"Or maybe that guy just wanted to fool us and have something to laugh on! Didn't you hear him?! He said something like that might happen, in case we can't kill his targets! Boss:I'm starting to think he just wanted to make a fool,of us..."
"Excuse me, what the fuck did you just say? He yelled at me for HOURS, in my face, constantly complaining about his bullshits! And...maybe you still don't understand, Moxxie: you don't have to give a FUCK, about what they want, as long as they pay us! If they ask us to lick their boots then we do it! If they ask us to kill a child then we do it! And if a crazy uncontrolled whore asks us to kill a mother THEN WE DO IT,MOXXIE! IT'S BUSINESS! Is the concept clear to you or not?!" says Blitzo, who grabs Moxxie by the shirt, looking furious at him, a few inches from his face.
"Or would you prefer me to let you understand that with some little...persuasion?" he asks, lowering his voice and speaking to him in an even more menacing way, with his employee looking at him with intense hatred, in his bright yellow eyes.
"So we're just boot-lickers, huh? Great:I really needed to hear it..." he says, pulling his boss away from himself, as he sits down and begins to look at the ground.
"OOOOOOH,GOD...DAMMIT, MOXXIE! Why do you have to be so difficult sometimes?...we have talked about this at least hundreds of times!" he says, who starts shouting in a really loud way...waking up various people, who begin to complain loudly, about the noise.
"Congratulations, sir:you woke the whole neighborhood."
"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?! WHO IS BABBLING IN SUCH A WAY?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING TIME IT IS?!"
"THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SLEEP, IMBECILE!"
"GO MAKE YOUR SHIT DISCUSSIONS IN THE HOLE YOU LEFT!"
"OH, FUCK! DID YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, MOXXIE?!" asks Blitzo, who gets closer to Moxxie, yelling at him again and approaching him.
"Me? IT'S YOU, THE ONE WHO ALWAYS RISKS USELESSLY, WHILE BEING A BUFFOON!"
"AH:IT'S BETTER TO BE A BUFFOON, THAN BEING A LITTLE RETARDED WITH A RIDICULOUS PAPILLON ON! Oh, look at it, momma's boy, with his nice bow tie and his saint attitudes! THESE THINGS NEVER WORK,MOXXIE! NEVER!"
"Ah,so that's what we come to, then?! TO THIS?! WELL, THIS SAINT AT LEAST HAVE A DECENT LIFE! YOU ARE JUST A PATHETIC CLOWN,WITH A SAD,SINGLE LIFE,WHO NEVER KNOWS WHEN TO JUST STOP! You should leave Millie and me alone! "
"Why,if not? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO,LET'S HEAR IT! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?!"
"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP, YOU ASSHOLE!" says one of the people.
"I'm not immature like you. So, in that case...Millie and I will move in another apartment. Because if this continues...I'm gonna quit."
Meanwhile...Millie wakes up from all that noise. And, as she opens his eyes, above all the buildings...she sees a sort of small blue vortex up in the sky, through which lets pass through itself...a sort of flying book, half opened, with two small individuals on it, who use it as a sort of flying carpet,in an Aladdin-fashion way, thus entering, through an open window inside the building they have been controlling for hours:it is them. They're their goals.
"Ah:as if you could ever show the balls to do it! You need my job! You need,to be with me! YOU...NEED ME! We are a family, Moxxie!" says Blitzo,with a bit of too much clear desperation,at the end.
And before Moxxie could say anything that he might regret...
"Guys:I think it's them!" says Millie, pointing out to the two quarrels what she has just seen. And at that point Blitzo, smiling, takes Moxxie under one arm.
"You see, you little idiot? You see?! Now let's go and unleash our fucking anger out against them, rather than between family members! Now stop being an asshole and follow me!" he says, who, together with Millie, begins to climb the building, blending perfectly with the darkness of the night.
"Aah:he could at least tell us the details of the mission! It is obvious, that someone will start arguing about such a thing, if he doesn't give us the proper informations! Fuck..." says Moxxie, with a very irritated expression on his face.
"ARE YOU DONE,OVER THERE ?! OR WE HAVE TO COME DOWN THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS?!"
"EH?! OH NO NO NO, GENTLEMEN:WE ARE...WE'RE DONE! YOU CAN QUIETLY GO BACK TO SLEEP,WITH ALL THE DUE PEACE!" says the little demon, agitated, while even gesticulating continuously, reassuring the people they have awakened(which luckily didn't care at all to look who woke them up,for how tired they seem to be).
"WELL:IT WAS TIME,YOU BITCH!" says one of them, while they all return, albeit agitated to rest. And while he too begins to climb, following his boss and his wife...a certain hellhound, bored is watching a Voxtagram video, apparently still at the reception of the IMP after all this time: in reality of things, in the meanwhile she also went out from there, so as not to sink into the boredom of waiting, using the hundred dollars that Moxxie had given him to replace the ones she had stolen and using the remaining twenty dollars to buy back the last dose of penicillin she needed. And now, shortly after seeing that questionable video about a certain "Crymini" and putting the phone down...she finally gets ready to take it, always with another syringe, of which she look decided the tip.
"Good:Let's plant this thing in my ass. And then I'll finally be sure I'm free to fuck whoever I like. No more waiting or shitty accidents." she says, who first stands there, looking more and more at it for a while. Then she looks around, making sure that, possibly there isn't some stalker passing by, who could look from who knows what hole, since it is not even that rare, that such a thing happens,down there...and then, slowly the hellhound lowers her pants and underpants, exposing her fat ass and raising his voluminous tail, while, slowly, with the necessary calm and with appropriately calculated movements, so as not to make mistakes she approaches the syringe with her hand. Then, since nothing happens, to stop it...she stick its needle in her skin. And, gritting her teeth, as well as growling in pain she begins to inject the much-needed liquid into that delicate area. And, after four seconds of concentration, in which she clearly felt the liquid take its course inside her, at the end the she-hound removes the needle from her ass (with a prolonged sigh of relief, I would add), while then casually throws the syringe in an open trash can a few meters away, like a ball being thrown precisely into the center of a basket(Michael Jordan:we found the new Space Jam sequel star!) And, at that point she starts putting her underwear back on.
"Uuff: finally, fuck. Now yes:I can d-"
But not even a second, to process her now decidedly ascertained recovery from that sore that syphilis is to her and everyone else...that she immediately hears the office phone ringing, making a lot of noise. Thing, this that takes her by surprise, since, among other things she was more busy pulling up her pants than anything else, making her slide and fall backwards, making her (obviously) quite angry,at that point.
"Who the fuck is calling,now?!" she wonders, as she gets to her feet and finishes settling down, hoping that the bother will simply stop calling her...which doesn't happen, since, after two minutes,he/she's still there calling, making an absurd noise... thing, this one that makes the hound growl for a good amount of seconds, before she jumps in the office and picks up the phone, with an irritated grimace, so particular that it is impossible, to describe accurately.
"Hello,IMP...What do you want?" she asks, in a monotone and terribly annoyed voice.
"Oh. Dear Loona,it's you. Tell me:is your little boss at home?"
Stolas:Of course...who else could it be, calling the IMP offices, for two minutes straight and at such a time? Loona should have expected it. If she didn't it was ultimately because she was too worried for her own conditions.
"No:he's on a mission. And this is the office line,you genius. Why the fuck don't you torment him at work?"
"Well, dear doggy...I would be pleased,to do it:but he doesn't answer my calls. And I'm so sad,to be without my Blitziiiiiee!..."
"So you called here, yeah. Well, he's not here,just know this. So mind your own business:I don't have time for the bullshit you say and do with him."
"Well. Technically...I have one thing, to warn you about. All of you imps. I wanted to tell it to your boss, in between our precious passions,and fornications. But given the urgency,of it...I'll tell you about it,instead."
Loona rolls her eyes, bored by the speech:now she also must remember something that lousy pervert will say to her? Even more lousier than Blitzo with those two losers(although...she must admit that she has begun to reevaluate a bit, that little nerd, after his generous act,some hours before...)? Great! What the fuck!...
"A rude, pompous and classless annoyance of mine,named Devolgar should visit you shortly, to tell you that he would like two dear long-time acquaintances of mine,that I meet in the Living World a long time ago dead, out of mere revenge. But what he really want is not that:it's just to see you mess up the Living World...and have something to laugh a little,since he doesn't believe in your success in the slightest:in fact he doesn't quietly care about them anymore,even if they were the cause of his death...even though thinking about them still makes him nervous. So I wanted to ask you, possibly not to accept his request. I made a little deal,with those two tiny adorable guys, for which I need them alive, you know. And I might get a little bit...uncomfortable, about it, if they ever happen to get killed...albeit I too doubt a little,that they will be able to accomplish such a goal. But,if it ever happens...that would be VERY bad,for our business. Your precious daddy definitely know,what am I talking about"
"Rrrrrr......is that all?...."
"Well, yes. But I would be glad,to you if you could just wait a moment:now that I think better, about it very well...we have never had the opportunity to get to know each other better, you and me:you know, my little pumpkin pie would really be glad,to-"
"No" she simply says, as she closes the call, just as he was still talking, all concentrated in who knows what speech she doesn't care about in the least. Then she sits quietly in the chair, breathing deeply,believing that maybe now she will be left alone,without any more shits...before opening them again, annoyed, realizing what that bad bird had just said to her.
"Fuck..." she says, as she picks up her phone and immediately scrolls through the contacts,to find Blitzo.
"I hope he answers the fucking phone. Although I highly doubt he will, since he probably still have it in silent mode...dammit..."

In conclusion...Moxxie was somewhat right...