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Moxxie POV:
Well…Things sure are going to be different going forward.
Moxxie couldn’t have known what would happen during his and Millie’s two week vacation from work. He expected a calm time to relax with his beloved wife away from their fun but stressful job.
The first week was fine, great even! He and Millie just relaxed, watched a few movies, tidied up around their apartment (which had seen a major upgrade due to Blitzo giving them most of the company’s profits after moving in with Prince Stolas), they even managed to catch a performance of Phantom of the Opera twice! Twice!
However, like the universe seemed to want to do whenever Moxxie felt like everything was going perfectly, insane shit would happen.
The first hint of this was Blitzo not communicating either Moxxie or Millie at all that first week. While he had eased up on intruding in their lives since he started officially dating Stolas (which Millie celebrated with an ecstatic “It’s about fucking time!!”) and he had thankfully stopped breaking into their apartment to stalk them (which allowed Moxxie to finally open the fridge without flinching), the lack of any texts, calls or unfortunately timed accidental video chats when Blitzo and the Prince were getting intimate caused Moxxie some anxiety.
He knew that even if Blitzo was busy enjoying his time alone with Stolas while Loona and Princess Octavia were at a concert, he would’ve at least texted a poorly spelled message gushing over how happy he was with the Prince. Millie told him not to worry when he brought it up, but even he noticed her getting ever so slightly anxious as the week went on.
When the first week ended, Moxxie went to sleep with the worry still niggling into his head, hoping that Blitzo and Stolas were okay.
Maybe Blitzo lost his phone, or smashed it on accident. He did use to break at least one of them a week not too long ago.
When he and Millie woke up at the start of the second week, they had slept in a bit, likely due to coming home late from the second performance. They had seen that a voicemail was sent to them from Blitzo, but it had been deleted after 30 minutes. Just as they were pondering why it had been sent, then deleted, Blitzo called Moxxie’s phone.
Picking it up quickly, Moxxie tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever danger his boss had gotten involved with.
He wasn’t prepared for Blitzo’s fast, excited account of the prior week.
A Fallen Angel living with Blitzo and Stolas? Working with Lucifer Morningstar himself? Their company being tasked to protect a hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter? Having their targets now being vetted by the fucking Archangels?! Heaven knowing about them in the first place?! Blitzo yelled at God?! (That revelation elicited more feelings of exasperation than surprise for Moxxie, since he knew the only person reckless or stupid enough to do that would indeed be Blitzo).
Moxxie was sure his head was spinning from these new circumstances once Blitzo had finished talking. Millie seemed both concerned, yet very curious about some of the specifics of the situation that Blitzo either couldn’t fully articulate or felt that Lucifer or the Fallen Angel, Matthew, would explain better.
Once they had been given reassurances that everyone was safe and a heads up about what would happen when they went back to the office, with a cheerful order from Blitzo to have fun for the rest of the week, the call ended.
Moxxie took a few minutes to internally panic before regaining some semblance of calm and he began discussing with Millie what they should do.
Millie helped calm his nerves further with a warm embrace, as they set out their game plan for the next week: Enjoy their time off for the next five days, then head to the office on the sixth day to make sure it was in ship-shape for the next day, when Blitzo, Stolas, Loona and Octavia would bring along that Fallen Angel to the building. There, Lucifer would arrive and accompany them to the Hazbin Hotel to meet the staff and guests as their new on-call security team.
The days passed fairly quickly, likely due to both Moxxie and Millie letting their anticipations for the end of the week grow larger and larger.
They managed to successfully clean up the office and double check the inventory on their armoury was correct.
Everything was in order as the two of them waited for portal to open in front of their building so the rest of I.M.P. could arrive.
Which now includes a Fallen Angel….One thing you can say about this job: It’s never boring,