Title: Lucifer and Satan

By: Lcrazemag

A/N: I've been debating whether I would be able to write a serial killer Quinn fic without making it hilarious and inappropriate, and I realized I probably couldn't. This just came to me, and hey! Quinn gets to kill people here sorta.. but its not.. hm.

Anyways, this is a little gray. I'll warn that Rachel in this story is bullied harshly and contemplates suicide, and there's a minor character death. But its actually not that depressing. At least, I tried not to make it so.

Prologue - Her Holiness

"Okay, next we have... Ah yes, little Lucy Quinn and Santana Lopez. My favorites!"

The Holy court gasped.

"What? Oh, I was just kidding! For my sake, take a joke—any-who, send them in."

Quinn and Santana were led into the Holy court to be judged. Quinn had blood all over her Cheerios uniform, and what looked like a huge gash that wrapped around her torso. Santana's arm was bent at an unnatural angel. It was all very morbid. Goddess's eyes widened.

"Okay I know I watched this happen on screen but it looks so much worse in person. Why didn't anyone clean you two up?" Her Holiness asked.

Michael, one of the Arch Angels, cleared his throat and looked away. "My apologizes your Holiness. I, um.. "

Goddess raised her eyebrows. "Whatever, its gravy. I got this." She snapped her fingers and Quinn and Santana looked as pristine as when they walked out of their houses this morning. "Okay, lets get down to business. You two are gorgeous."

Quinn and Santana blushed. They both came from religious families and had kneeled before Goddess. They both uttered a simultaneous "Thank you, your Holiness."

Goddess snorted. "Please ladies, call me Holly. It takes the pressure off."

Quinn and Santana looked at each other, before Santana spoke up. "Not that I'm uh, questioning.. you, H–Holly, but I thought... I thought everyone faced judgment alone. Why is Quinn here?"

Holly tsked, "That sure sounded a lot like a question, sweetcheeks." She smirked.

Santana gulped and Quinn glared at her for questioning Goddess—uh, Holly.

"Okay, okay. Up you both go, off your knees. It's time." Holly said, shuffling through papers as Quinn and Santana scrambled to their feet. "According to my notes here, you two have quite the reputation back on Earth. You're nicknamed Lucifer and Satan. More of your peers fear you than Me. You've tortured hundreds of my children, and even some of my grown-ups." Holly sighed. "Girls, you two are beautiful, intelligent, and I was the one who installed your hearts. I'd ask what happened, but being that I'm all-knowing..." she trailed off with an eyebrow raise.

Santana and Quinn waited patiently for their judgments. They both felt completely shattered knowing they'd disappointed their Creator so awfully.

"Okay look, I don't usually do this for everyone, but I know both your hearts. You've both been through so much and I know your experiences may have helped to make you cynical and bitter, so I'm willing to give you both another shot. We have some openings on my Death Agents squad, and I'm assigning you two right now—"

The Holy court broke out in loud whispers and murmurs. Holly cleared her throat and it was silent.

"Like I was saying, I'm assigning you two as Death Agents. Think of it as like, purgatory from your religion, Santana. Quinn, I'm not sure I have an equivalent for you because your denomination changes its mind about everything every few months so we'll just go with purgatory."

Quinn and Santana silently waited.

"If after you've served the Agency and I've seen in you what I need to see, I'll reconsider your cases."

Again, Santana was the one to speak up. "Is that... is that all? How long do we have to prove ourselves, and what will we have to do?"

Holly, grinned "I thought you'd never ask. So, you'll both attend the Death Academy, after that its pretty simple. You've heard of the Angel of Death? There ya go, you both are. Case dismissed."

Quinn and Santana frowned.