It wasn’t long before word spread throughout the nine circles that Maisy’s betrothed, Lady Tenebra survived the assassination attempt by an Iron Knight. Reverend Cromwell, disguised as a raccoon like demon, stared as two demons with lovecraftian embellishments celebrated by engaging in an impromptu office romp. Cromwell had no wat to know that Lady Tenebra was once Rev Curch’s daughter. All he saw was a disgusting mass of unholy flesh cavorting in horrendous display of sexual deviancy. As a respected Reverend of a Seventh-Day advent church; he was aghast at what he witnessed. A pacifist by religious edict; the reverend felt apoplectic with rage.
Without thinking, Cromwell quick marched to the cavorting demons and whipped out a couple of hidden daggers. With a quick motion he stabbed both demons in the heads with his holy blades. The demon’s shocked at the sudden attack from a fellow breather, started to collapse into a pile of ash as Reverend Cromwell pulled out his blessed blades. Shuddering at having to weld and use them. He took solace that is was for the better of humanity to atleast dispatch what could attack and harass those who seek salvation through god’s embrace.
Pocketing the daggers, the reverend looked about. Not seeing anyone else in the office that he was sent to by that vile demon calling himself Beelzebub. The reverend scowled as the demon’s name crossed his mind. Not liking that reverend Church made a bargin with the dark lord; Cromwell was worried that the reverend sold his soul what is clearly a suicide run with no hope in succeeding. Dragging everyone else along.
Departing the room the reverend walks down a hallway reminiscent of a commercial office building. Office doors, leading to private rooms interspaced with open meeting areas. Everywhere he looked, demons are celebrating. Shocking him as a demon with lower torso of a black widow spider, the body of an anthropomorphic fox with three rows of breast and the head of frog. The demoness happily French kissed Cromwell.
“Its wonderful news“, the demoness croaked. “Lady Tenebra will live!”
“Wha”, Cromwell sputtered. Trying to back away from the creature as he surveyed the area.
A group of demons were gathered by what looked like a water cooler each drinking from cups what he doubts is water. A trio of demons are clearly having threesome on a drab looking sofa, straining to support the weight. Through a partly drawn set of curtains, Cromwell saw a demoness furiously rubbing herself. Meanwhile the dryder like demon continued to stare at him.
“Are you okay”, she commented.
“I’m new here,” The reverend stuttered.
“Once human?” the dryder enquired.
“Yes”, the reverend lied. Looking around for a way to get out of this situation.
Thinking. And ideal comes to his head.
“You know;” the reverend looking at the demon. “If you are up to it, we could head to an empty office and have a private party.”
“Okay”, the dryder demon beaming. “how about this office;” she states as Cromwell is lead to an area a few doors down.
“This will do,” Cromwell nods. Closing the door, Cromwell turns around to see the demoness approach him with lust in her eyes. Cromwell smiles as he lets loose one of his hidden blades and slashes the dryder’s throat. Cromwell smiles as the demon flails as she futilely tries to stop the bleeding. Yet Cromwell doesn’t have to wait long as the demon start to collapse into a pile of ash. Cromwell looks at his hand. This time there is no shaking like the last time he killed.
“I could get use to this,” he muses to himself. Turning around he steps smack into a large Angel with a unamused scowl and a demon smoking an offensive smelling cigar.
The demon was the first to speak, “I knew we would find one here, Michael.” The demon exhaling a pungent cloud of smoke.
“Yes Baal,” Michael sighs. “The nose knows.”
Cromwell looks stunned to see an Angel standing next to a demon. Neither, trying to kill each other. He was rooted to the spot in shock, he didn’t notice other demons placing him in irons.
“Yet,” Michael waving a cloud of smoke from his face; “we wouldn’t have known where to begin if it wasn’t for Cruciata’s information.”
Yet , before Michael said another word, he stared at Cromwell at punched him clear in the face. Causing Cromwell to black out just as he hears Michael mentioning that Lucifer will be thrilled that an Iron Knight has be caught.