"I don't know where she is!" said Toni "You think she tells me where she's going?" (Among themselves, the succubi and other attendants in Gemory's court ignored her insistence that she was still male despite voluntarily spending 99% of her time in a female body.)
"Well she hasn't told me either" said Belzazel, the captain of the ducal guard, an eight-foot tall hermaphrodite with huge breasts and penis. "Usually when she's summoned to earth she comes back in a few minutes with a new concubine."
Toni rolled her eyes. "Yeah, tell me about it." She would never admit it, but she was afraid that Gemory would bring back a new favorite.
Belzazel picked their teeth with the polished, still-living bone of a serial rapist. The problem was that it was possible that Gemory was engaged in some project she didn't want interrupted, in which case she would be livid if interrupted, but it was also possible that she had been taken captive by an earth sorcerer or another Duke, in which case she would probably eventually escape but be livid if no one had tried to rescue her. (Always be angry is the first rule of Hell management consultants.) Oh well, probably better to be accused of over-zealousness than indifference. Now to shift the primary responsibility to someone else. . .
"You've come from earth fairly recently so you should know your way around" said Belzazel. "And succubi can travel to earth without being summoned. . ."
Toni saw where this was heading. "Alright, but you owe me." Actually, her heart was racing with the anticipation of a break from hell.