The first time the both of you had met was back in the 1890’s when Kelly was fresh out of the grave and you had just been brought back to Hell. You and Kelly didn’t speak much at first, simply doing as told and going back to the apartment. At most a little small talk. However, that all changed one day when you, Killian, Cian, and Kelly all went out for drinks. Cian and Killian eventually got up to go discuss some business at a different booth, so you and Kelly were left to drink alone at the bar. You looked at Kelly, Kelly looked at you. You ordered a drink, as did Kelly. You both sat in silence….Then Kelly spoke up.

“This isn’t horrible,”

Since then, the two of you were practically inseparable. To be honest, it shouldn’t be much of a shock to anyone that you and Kelly hit it off. With Kelly’s chaotic outbursts and lack of morals, and your cartel worthy ways of handling victims, you were an unstoppable team that Killian often used to get things done. You and Kelly were good at the dirty work as well as not making things personal. You could both look at the harm you caused to others and not look at each other any differently.

That’s why it surprised Kelly when they heard you were moving out.

After being with the Hellcrew for such a long time, you had proven your loyalty to the group as well as the Irish Mob and Killian trusted you. So when you requested to move out to your own apartment that was instead in the human world instead of the one in hell that was attached to Julius or Sullivan’s, Killian gave you the go ahead pretty quickly. Kelly was away at the time, so when they came back and saw the majority of your stuff packed up and moved out of your room, they were pretty confused and started looking for you to explain.

You tried to explain to them SEVERAL times how it wasn't anything personal, but, they asked once again:

"But why can't you just stay in the apartment with the rest of us? Wouldn't that be easier?"

That's funny. It almost sounds like they'll miss you...