Hello everyone!
So, this is inspired on Lucifer. It's probably better if you watched the show, as some characters and story lines are referenced here.
TW: Blaine's death and implied Sadie Hawkins attack, strong and homophobic language, referenced bliblical facts.
I own nothing.
Kurt sighed. He drank the rest of coffee on the styrofoam cup and tossed it on the trashcan. He went to the other side of the room and took a random folder of the pile that laid chaotically on the little table that was under a big neon sign that read "Newcomers". The contrast between the red, bold letters and the dark gray wall behind it was ironic, and a little anticlimactic when the r would wink at him every other minute. It supposed to be that way, Kurt learned after the first day of the sign was put there. Lucifer thought it was funny. You know, when he actually was the King of Hell.
Kurt couldn't blame him. Or Mazikeen, for not coming back. This place sucks. The job sucks. Since he was created, the demon was not really pleased with the fact that he was supposed to spend his eternity punishing doomed souls. He has other talents too. He had begged Maze to take him with them when Lucifer decided to live on Earth, among the humans, but she didn't listen.
"Now that I will be gone there's have to be someone who is actually smart and capable of running this place" she had said with little regret. "Don't worry brother, I will come back. Lucifer just need to… scratch the itch of humans and Earth before he understands that this is home". Yeah, right. What a fool he was for believing her.
The stack of folders on the table was almost twice the size that was a few seconds ago. Stupid humans, he thought. Granted, the system of eternal damnation was pretty fucked up to begin with. When humans died, they would go to Heaven if, and only if, they didn't have guilt on their souls. If they blame themselves for something, well… to bad. They would go straight to Hell to be punished on an eternal Hell loop based on their guilt. And Kurt's job was to reenact the loop over and over again. He never had to show his real face, as he would transform himself to adjust to the loop of the poor bastard that was on the folder he took for the day. Sometimes he would have to show his demon face, but he didn't like it. Those cases mean the punishment was so severe that it was needed to have some kind of monstrosity committing those acts. And he didn't think of himself as a monster. Soulless? Yeah. A demon? Sure. But he didn't choose to be created that way. And that had to count for something, right?
Without too much thought he opened the folder to take a closer look to the recently deceased human that now was in Hell and would be Kurt's shift for the day.
Anderson, Blaine Devon.
25 years.
Death by: car accident.
Specification of death: die instantly on impact. Broken neck.
"Well, could be worse" Kurt murmured to himself.
Characterization: Blaine's father.
"Daddy issues, typical" the demon said and closed the folder, not reading the rest of the information. He put the folder on the pile next to the newcomers one. This one had a sign on blue letters that said 'Done'. It never was really done because of the 'eternal' part of the concept, but at least that way there wouldn't be confusion between the demons. Lord knows some of the creatures lack brain capacity.
Kurt took a deep breath and shifted to the split image of the man that was needed for the loop. He walked to the assigned door and assumed his position. It was a hospital. The off-white walls were bare, and the room smelled like antiseptic solution and bleach. There was a beeping sound coming from the machine next the only bed on the room. Laying there was a man, bruised up and with an orthopedic neck that kept his head straight. This must be Blaine, Kurt thought. Poor guy.
For what the demon could tell, and with a few millennials of experience, his body and age were the same as the moment of his death, but the Hell loop was from a few years ago, at least a decade. The guilt used to create the loops didn't have to be recent, just persistent on the human life. The one that rest on that little corner of your brain, muted but there. Always there.
In front of the bed were two other demons characterized as Blaine's mother and older brother. They have looks of despair and sadness, tears streaking down their faces. But Kurt knew better. It's all an act. There's no emotion on the creatures, other than the satisfaction that come with the punishment.
The guy, Blaine, opens his eyes, and starts looking everywhere, with a frown on his face. "What happened? Where am I?" he said.
The mother starts to cry harder. The brother looks conflicted, like he didn't know if answer or not.
"We're at Westerville's Hospital" Kurt said, but it wasn't his voice. It was Blaine's father's voice. Deep and hurtful. He didn't need to memorize the lines, they just came with the persona, with the job. He was just a mean to an end. Punish the soul.
"What happened?" Blaine repeated, and his eyes filled with tears. "W-where's Tommy?"
Who's Tommy? Kurt thought, and damn it. He should really read all the information before stepping in.
"He's in another hospital, honey. The doctors don't know if he…" the mother responded between sobs. "If he will make it".
Kurt heard a gasp that comes from the bed and Blaine looks so fragile, so heartbroken. The demon couldn't understand what's happening, but from what he can tell, Blaine thinks this is his fault.
"I told you. I told you to be normal" Kurt-but-no-really Kurt said. "After all I did for you, you decide to be a faggot and ruin everything. Why on Earth did you think that it was a good idea show to the world your fagness and go to the dance with another boy? If that fairy dies, do you know the problems I will have?" he snarls.
Blaine looked like the words slapped him across the face. "D-dad" he tried to say.
"They should have killed you; God knows they would do me a favor" Blaine's dad finished, and Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The guy and his... something were apparently attacked, and his father blames him? Blaine blames himself?
These were the moments were Kurt really didn't understand humans emotions. How is possible to feel guilty because of someone's else fault? Blaine didn't do anything wrong. He didn't put himself or Tommy in the hospital, and he definitely didn't deserve the shitty excuse of a father he has. Had.
If Lucifer were here, he would agree with him.
His father, God almighty, took shit decisions sometimes.
With that, every demon on the room disappeared, leaving Blaine by himself. Curled up, crying his eyes out while saying "sorry" repeatedly.
And just like that, Kurt was one again on the waiting room outside Blaine's Hell loop to start again. And again. And again.
Yeah, his job really sucks.
Torturing Hitler? A walk in the park. Ted Bundy? Time well spent. And he was just waiting for the time that that orange looking Trump man finally graces him with his presence in Hell. That one Kurt will enjoy.
But cases like Blaine Anderson shouldn't be here. The fucked-up system was so unfair. God's decisions were unfair, and Kurt's job was unfair. Not only he didn't have a say on his life, but he also couldn't save people like Blaine from this horrible eternity. From those ugly emotions that were so strongly attached to him that ended up being a one-way ticket to an after life of guilt, tears and just everything bad.
So, yeah. Maybe Kurt is a demon, and he didn't have a soul. And maybe Hell is supposed to be his home. But this? Hell loops like Blaine's? Those were Kurt's eternal damnation.