Once her lovemaking with Pava was done, Lady Cruciata got dressed and opened a portal to Rev. Church's home. She braced herself, knowing she'd have to catch Rev. Church's attention quickly before he could try to kill her for being a demon. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the fiery portal. Finding herself in what she recognized as a typical human living room, Cruciata scanned the room for the pastor, finding nobody. She quickly shapeshifted into a human disguise and went looking for Rev. Church.
Rev. Church sat at the kitchen table, bitterly gulping down whiskey shots. Tonight had been a total mess and he knew it. First his sinful whore of a daughter had DARED to brag to the world about her unnatural relationship with another woman, all while painting him as some kind of villain for trying to stop her. That was bad enough, but then his wife Rebecca had actually started telling him off for how he was talking about Rachel. From there, things had just snowballed out of control. Rev. Church had naturally punched his prideful wife for talking back to him. It might have ended there, but their idiot son Josh and his girlfriend Penny had been visiting. They both came to Mrs. Church's rescue, and the night turned into a vicious brawl. Everyone had stormed out and headed to Josh's place. Rev. Church now sat all alone in his kitchen, thinking about how Josh would probably play the big hero and call the cops. Rev. Church knew he could talk his way out of an actual arrest (he had done so many times before), but it would be a hassle. Why oh why did life have to always be so hard for an honorable servant of God?
Rev. Church suddenly flinched when he saw a young African-American woman saunter into his kitchen. "Are you Rev. Joshua Church Sr.?" she asked.
"That's me," Rev. Church answered warily. "Who are you? Some kind of burglar?"
"Actually, I'm the one whose minions punish burglars when they die," the woman said with a smirk. "I'm Lady Cruciata Carrionfly, the daughter of Archduke Beelzebub Carrionfly, Archduke of the Eighth Circle of Hell, Lord of pollution and vermin, Hell's Chief of Justice, Grandmaster of the Order of the Fly, Overseer of Gluttony and Idolatry, and Grand Chamberlain to King Lucifer."
With that, her form began to shift. Her skin went from the hue of dark chocolate to a glossy obsidian color, and her black curls lightened to an unearthly shade of platinum. Her eyes morphed into insectoid compound eyes as antennae burst out of her forehead. A second pair of arms snaked out of her sides and an evil-looking stinger grew from her tailbone. Finally, a pair of membranous, translucent fly wings sprouted from her back. This woman really WAS a demon!
Rev. Church ran to a kitchen drawer and fumbled around for one of his blessed cold iron knives. "You made a big mistake coming here, hellspawn!" he shouted. "I've killed your kind many times before!"
"You'll want to reconsider that, given what I know about what your daughter's been up to," Cruciata laughed.
Rev. Church froze. "I'm... listening, foul one. But make it quick!"
"Do you know who your daughter's girlfriend is?" Cruciata asked.
"Some slut named Maisy Morgenstern," Rev. Church answered.
"I'm sure she wants you to believe that her name is Maisy Morgenstern," Cruciata chuckled.
"Don't test my patience, demon!" Rev. Church shouted, grabbing a blessed knife and brandishing it at Cruciata. "If you have something useful to say about that Maisy whore, then just get to the point!"
"Have it your way Rev. Buzzkill," Cruciata snickered. "Maisy's real name is Princess Miasma Morningstar. She's a demon, the daughter of Lucifer himself."
Rev. Church went pale. "What?! A child of mine has taken a DEMON to bed?! A demon DARES to poison MY family?!"
"Precisely," Cruciata nodded. "She brought your daughter to Hell and had her turned into a demon herself."
"RACHEL'S A DEMON?!!" the pastor thundered.
"Yes, I saw her right after her rite of transformation," Cruciata nodded. "Her scales were quite a vivid shade of blue."
"I did NOT raise that girl to surrender to temptation like this!" Rev. Church growled, gripping his knife tighter. "She'll die for betraying me, I'll make sure of it! And that Miasma'll be next! Ha, I bet the Knights will promote me to Knight Commander when they hear I've killed one of the Devil's children!"
"I was hoping you'd kill Rachel," Cruciata smiled. "She's become something of a rival of mine."
"Yes, I'm will aware that unholy creatures like you always have an ulterior motive," Rev. Church said icily. "Well, you're in luck, because we happen to have the same enemy. I'll gather equipment and some of my comrades at the local Knights of the Iron Cross safehouse once I'm done convincing the police that my son's lying about his assault charges. Nothing I can't handle. We'll meet up again in Hell."
Cruciata handed Rev. Church a horn made from red gold. "Just blow this when you're ready. I'll hear it and open a portal for you and your agents to my chambers in Beelzebub's palace in the Eighth Circle." With that, Cruciata opened a portal for herself and returned to her bedroom, grinning at a good job well done. Rachel would never know what hit her... and neither would Rev. Church once he was no longer useful to Cruciata. She was definitely her father's daughter.