3 Years Ago
In the basement of an empty house in his neighborhood, the 14 year-old Job held an Icepack to his face, the latest bruises from his stepfather still not having stopped hurting yet, as he drew a circle on the floor of the basement with blood-red chalk. "Ok...If I'm...reading this right then I just need to..."
Job took a pocket knife out and, with a moment of hesitation, ran it over his left hand, wincing as blood drops trickled down onto the rune circle. Turning back to his grimoire he shouts out to the cold, damp surroundings "Venite, homicidae, daemones, opus est vobis!"
The rune circle glowed red...the light became brighter, and brighter, and soon the still bleeding Job had to shield his eyes until it passed...and there was before him...
A somewhat disappointing sight. Whatever kind of demon this is, the fact he wasn't much taller than the 14 year old didn't fill him with much confidence.
"The FUCK was that?" The...creature, which seemed to be some kind of red-skinned, horned...imp maybe, wielding a Flintlock, was far from what Job was expecting. But frankly, could still be what he's looking for.
"Um...Hi, I-"
The Imp cuts him off. "OK! 1-Where the FUCK am I? 2-How the FUCK did I get here? And 3-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" He's guesturing at him with a flintlock.
"Um...well, in order asked, a Basement in unoccupied house in my neighborhood, I summoned you, and I'm Job."
"You summoned me?" Blitzo (because of course its him) rubs his chin suspicously, still pointing the gun at Job...which the teenager is made rather nervous by. "Didn't know humans could do that with Imps...Well, whaddaya want kid."
"I...need someone dead."
"You called the right guy" Blitzo smiles, spinning his gun and holstering it...before frowning when he noticed how badly his new "Clients" face was bruised. "...Let me guess, whoever you want dead has something to do with why you look like you took the bad end of a barfiight?"
"Uh...yeah. My stepfather. He should be drunk and passed out in an easy chair in the next house over by this point" Job sighs. "All I need is him gone, for good, and I might finally turn things around for myself"
"...Look, kid, I'm...not gonna lie, I'm a hitman, this is far from the first guy I'm gonna off but I don't do it for free." Blitzo seems...suspicous. "How you planning on paying."
"Oh. Uh...I was hoping to...well you see...well the grimoire..." Job seems...anxious "Look the grimoire says you get my soul if you perform the task I have for you."
"No dice, I work cash only" What the hell would Blitzo do with someone's soul? But something about how the kid's face dropped when he said that...goddamnit he better not be getting soft. "But, lucky for you, first one's free for new customers. He's next door?"
"H-he should be!" Job lit up when Blitzo confirmed he'd perform the hit. "T-thank you, mr...uh.."
"Blitz, the O is silent"
"...What O?"
"Exactly. I'll go take care of your problem but uh" Blitzo began climbing out of a window. "Well you're probably gonna want an alibi, might want to be somewhere...public, in like the next 20-40 minutes."
"G-got it, going now!" Job ran out the back stairwell, not wanting to give Blitzo a single moment to reconsider.
The demon chuckles. "Crazy fucking kid. Welp, time to go make a Deadbeat a bit more literal of one!"
Present Day, Hell
Its 3 years to the day, and Job was just hit by a bus. From his perspective he's been falling for several hours...
From Blitzo's perspective something small and covered in fur just appeared in a puff of smoke and bounced off his desk...
"What the shit!?"
"W-wha...where am I?" The now mouselike, demonic Job sits up...and takes in his surroundings...starting with the monolithic form of...Blitzo. "M-Mr.Blitz? What...why are you so big!?"
Blitzo's vision narrrowed...and then widened when he recognized the voice "...Wait, what the hell? It was...Jeb, right?"
"Job."
"Job, right, sorry. Why the hell are you here?!...well, beyond the obvious that you died"
"I...I ...wait. Shit." Job facepalmed. "I...the circle. I guess it couldn't opt out of the whole 'you get my soul' thing that easily..."
Blitzo sighs. "So...I guess that means by all rights I own you then?"
"...yeah..."
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