Standing in the rain was not pleasant. As one soaked Santana would know, ironically she was not impervious to the elements on earth even if she could summon them at will. So with a flip of her wrist she pushed the annoying rain clouds towards another miserable part of town and flipped her hair back to dry off and curl back into perfection against her nape. Pointedly scowling at Berry's window and the slight glow of light peeking around the corners of the room, she unfurled her wings and took off into the soon to be early morning sunlight. Santana was about to get into a whole shitload of trouble and the faster she took her punishment, the faster she could get back to plotting revenge on this angel of light.
"Who does she think she is? Coming all up into my business, isn't there like a moral code or something for those guys about taking turns on jobs or something?" grumbled Santana as she deftly flew through the rest of the night towards home. "Popping in like that without notice and trying to tell me what to do and shit. I'm Santana motherfucking Lucifer, I don't take orders from goody too shoes angel from above". Even if said angel was definitely something else looks wise. Golden wheat colored hair with soft curls slightly framing a delicate face holding the most mesmerizing blue eyes Santana has ever seen. A long pale neck stretching to a thin but athletic frame draped over by a plain white dress. "Hold up, oh Hell to the NO, I did Not just totally have some kind of soft-core slow-mo porn happening in my head about this chick!" Santana said out loud. She shook her head to get the images of striking blue and gold out of her head as she neared her destination and made a bee-line towards her room.
Slamming straight through her door and not bothering to pay any attention to the many wailing denizens of hell and the tormentors who knew better than to bother Santana when she was in one of her moods, Santana stalked into her modern condo located on the seventh floor of hell. She made sure she had first dibs on the place after hearing the previous owner switched jobs and moved upstairs to fraud.
Santana hated her apartment, and by hate she actually meant she adored the place. She was a minimalist at best so a nice place with a nice view of the eternal flames with perhaps a balcony was perfect. She could easily sip her bloody marys while listening to the soft cries of the damned souls and kick back and enjoy damnation. But of course, she had to have a run in with whats her pretty face angel and now she was sure she was getting a beat down by Sylvester early in the morn. What a great start to purgatory.
"I can't believe this shit. I was just doing my job, making my rounds, making quota and she just had to come and ruin it. I mean come on I was saving for that vacation to limbo in two months, tanning by the river, hanging out with the hot furies at the clubs afterwards, afterlife vacation rules!" Santana stalked over to her couch and slammed her perfectly manicured nails and fist through her table. She would get one of the minions to fix it later on. No way was she going to let this go. Santana had worked too dam hard and long to get denied her just reward, plus she wasn't going to let some momentary bump in her plans deter her from well-earned vacation time. Fuck Ms. Pouty lips and great body angel, how dare she ruin her plans. Wait what? Shaking her head again, Santana thought back to the incident at the house of midget man-hands.
"I must be going insane if I think little miss Barbie is getting one over me.. although I wouldn't mind having her over me..oh my fucking hell I did NOT just think that. Come on you are Santana motherfucking Lucifer, get it together! Sue is gonna rip you a new hole and you're sitting here thinking of banging God's disciple?" Sighing out and smacking herself in the face quickly to knock the thoughts out, Santana lifted herself up and moved to her bedroom and flopped down on the satin sheets in the same position as one Rachel Berry and promptly fell asleep hoping for the worst. Fucking hell.
If she didn't know any better she would've guessed from the serious crick in her neck and the painful way it cracked when she got up, that Santana thought today was just like any other normal day. Except for the black envelope sitting on her bedside table awaiting her call. As is all of Sue's summons, they were always placed where they can be seen with a sealed message inside. Stamped on the wax was the initials S.S. and the impending doom lurking inside Santana's note was not making her feel any better. She didn't even need to open the envelope, there was no need, the message was clear enough.
"S.S should've just been named shit stain cause that's all these notes ever do to people" sighed Santana. Changing her outfit quickly into something presentable for the high lord of hell, Santana flew out of her place with letter in hand and a mental note to grovel and plead as much as possible. As she neared the doors of the office building and made her way towards Sue's secretary, she mentally imagined what kind of punishment she was going to be thrown at. Santana sighed again and prepared herself for the worst.
"Name?"
"Becky you know my name, I've been here a bajillion times and it hasn't changed for centuries"
"Name?"
"Santana motherfucking Lucifer"
"Invitation and purpose of visit?"
"Becky…."
Sighing out and not willing to prolong her punishment, Santana flashed her envelope and gave Becky a pointed look mentally asking if there was any point in asking the purpose of any visit with Sylvester. The answer was always the same. Without any notice, the doors next to Becky's desk open up signaling Santana that it was now or never, and never was not an option.
As Santana walked through the doors and kept her eyes straight to the ground as per usual, she couldn't help but curse the golden haired angel for her misfortune and pray for a quick sentence. She should've known better, praying doesn't work down here.
"Santana Lucifer, well if it isn't my favorite little hell raiser. Do you know why you're here?"
Fearing the question was rhetorical and not finding her voice after being called favorite, never a good thing mind you, Santana nodded her head indicating affirmation. "So you do hm? Well can you tell me Why I'm suddenly get reports of you bumping into some god bespectacled jewel of the heavens and getting booted out of a job? Do I not teach you bunch of useless scum licking minions how to do your job? Huh? Make the lives of those useless humans miserable, that's all I ask, how hard is it, I did Not ask you to go and grab the attention of some angel from above. Did you hear me Lucifer?" Another head nod.
"I don't care how, but you better fix this. I don't need another useless dark angel in my gang being careless and not getting me the souls I want. You're going to go back up there, corrupt that girl and bring her to me at all cost. I want her hopes to be squashed, her light to be snuffed out, and her annoying voice muted. Fix this Santana or the last thing you will ever see is the bottom of my baby seal skinned boots as I crush you and make you into my new carpet! Oh and by the way, before you leave, I'm sure you won't mind doing the extra work and studying your victim closely. Now get the hell out!"
Without being told twice, Santana jetted as quick as possible out the doors only to be met by the goon squad and the impending doom of her punishment, which was still unknown. Her drinking buddies on any other day Finn and Puck stood blocking her escape and throwing her pitying looks as they took each of her arms and dragged her off to a side room.
"I'm sorry about this S. but you heard the leader, you have to study your victim" Puck whispered in her ear.
"Yea, sorry, how bout I buy you a drink afterwards, you'll feel better" Finn said on her other side.
"The fuck are you guys talking about, oh shit, what is it? Lashings? Crawling through glass? Getting my insides eaten by dogs, where are you taking me guys," screamed Santana. Her inner fear had taken hold, making her unable to walk and forcing Puck and Finn to pick her up and place her in a chair. They strapped her down and locked her in as Santana heard a machine starting up behind her and an unfamiliar whir and light flicked in front of her. No. No. Oh please Satan No!
Santana heard the door click behind her as she slowly screamed and thrashed for help and mercy. It was no use, she was strapped in and forced to stare straight ahead as the life of Rachel Berry and every showtune/ Barbara Streisand song ever to have come out of her mouth was played and then repeated over and over again.
Author's note: Well hello to you reader, I hope you have enjoyed this momentary spurt of writing I felt like doing. As usual, I don't own anything from Glee, Ryan Murphy needs to work on his continuity, and I'll try to think of more ways to write a better story. Later guys.
Oh and no baby seals were hurt in the construction of this chapter. I love seals haha
