Rachael was the first to stir from her first slumber in hell. Extricating herself from Maisy’s embrace she crawls herself off of the large oversized bed and stretches herself. Her wings flutter as she stares out the window. Hues of purples and red filter through the glass window, as the sun for hell rise feebly up to the sky. Smoke from the nearby mountain belches forth; a volcano if Rachael ever saw one. On earth she would be concerned if it erupted. Yet here in hell, she barley bats and eye.
Turning around she stares at Maisy who is still fast asleep. Looking around Rachael notices a door and proceeds to open it. Noticing that it is a wardrobe closet, she is disappointed that the few articles of clothing are far too revealing for her and are clearly meant for a male demon. Closing the door, Rachael heads to the next door. Opening it to be greeted with a balcony overlooking a large city below and a more impressive view of the mountain in the distant. Rachael bites her lip in discomfort. “Are there no toilets in hell,” She mutters; “or did the bible get the whole damnation without relief correct?”
Heading back into the bedchamber to try another door; Maisy begins to stir.
“Morning,” she starts to stretch; “Sleep well?”
“Lack of sleep isn’t an issue,” Rachael opening another door only to be disappointed with seeing a hallway. “I need to pee.”
“Oh,” Maisy chuckles. “I forgot,” as she reached under the bed for a large pot. Placing it between her legs, Maisy lets loose a stream of piss into the vessel. “This part of dad’s palace still doesn’t have plumbing. You still have to use a chamber pot.”
Maisy finishes up and proceeds to take the pot to the balcony and dump its contents over the edge.
“In fact”, Maisy heading back inside, “most of the old city below still has yet to have indoor plumbing installed.”
“What,” Rachael looking stunned at Maisy’s relaxed stance on bladder voiding; “No toilets in hell?”
“Not fully,” Maisy passing the chamber pot to Rachael. “The old city of Dis still has no plumbing. Most of the lesser demons below just go when they have to.”
“I personally made sure to have plumbing installed in my place,” Maisy continuing as Rachael take the pot to piss in. Not fully used to peeing this way. Rachael understandably gets most of her pee all over her legs and floor.
“For that reason,” Maisy chuckles; as Rachael looks sad at the mess she made. Realizing that the one dress she had in hell is now soaked in her morning water, Rachael breaks down and cries.
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Baal and Michael look at Penemue as she examines Pava. Having to drag Lucifer out of bed in the middle of the night was not something either wanted to do; yet it was necessary as hell was still under lockdown and only Lucifer could open a portal to send the required requests to get his future daughter inlaw down from Heaven to perform what could amount to a miracle. Both Baal and Michael suspected that said miracle was beyond Penemue’s abilities.
“The creature you describe,” Penemue looking up from Pava’s prone form, “Are you certain it was a being of chaos?”
“Yes,” Cruciata sobbed; “I’m certain it was.”
“Yet you never seen one;” Baal looking at the distraught girl. “No one has in several millennia.”
“I saw what I saw,” Cruciata snapped backed. “A pillar of smoke blacker than Darkness itself. It struck Pava then faded away.”
“Her wounds are beyond me,” Penemue gets up. “She needs a proper healer or something else.”
“But you healed Miasma’s lover,” bellowed Cruciata; “Surley this is no different.”
“I’m a Librarian,” Penemue snapped back, “The fact that I was able to heal Racheal from a wound inflicted by a holy blade, is because I read up on an instant in which it happened back when Heaven and Hell were still warring. This,” Penemue sighing, “This is something only dad and his advisers would know about.”
Cruciata looked despondent as both Baal and Michael look at each other and say in unison “Jehova.”
“Who,” Cruciata enquires?
“God,” Michael answers. “My brother Lucifer will not like that.”
“He’s not going to like the fact that Cromwell somehow escaped the dungeons,” Baal added. “I’m not going to enjoy having to tell him that.” Baal lights a cigar and inhales. “That and explaining why we didn’t tell him when getting him to get Penumue down here.
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Maisy did her best to comfort Rachael as she broke down crying on the floor. Blubbering that its all so much to take in at once.
“It’s okay;” Maisy grabbing a nearby towel. Using it to dry and clean Rachael as best as she can.
“I thought it best to take you here after the party. Its my fault I forgot about the lack of a proper washroom in this portion of the palace.”
“Why,” Rachael blubbered, “why here and not your place?”
“It’s dad’s place,” Maisy responds. “Only a foolish idiot would dare try again to take you out. Or anyone here for that matter.”
Maisy helps, Rachael up. “Besides, this is an old part of the palace. Not many come her anymore. At least not since Enoch moved out.”
“Enoch,” Rachael’s emotional outburst subsiding. “Who is that?”
“One of my brothers,” Maisy answers as she opens a portal. “You’ll meet him, and the rest of the family. But let’s get you cleaned up. This portal will take us to get a shower.” Maisy smiling, “Then breakfast with mom and Dad afterwards.”
“I’ll need some clothes,” Rachael stepping through the portal. “I can’t be expected to be fully naked in front of your parents.”
Maisy nods as she steps through the portal as well. Both, standing in the middle of a large washroom. A toilet and bidet to the right with a large shower that can comfortably fit several people is situated on the left. A tub sunk into the floor rests in the middle.
“Are we going to shower together,” Rachael taking in the splendor that is displayed throughout the ensuite.
“Isn’t that the best kind,” Maisy practically shoving Rachael to the shower head and turning it on. “Lather me up,” Maisy passing Rachael a loofa, “and I’ll help clean you up.”
“Only if you let me reciprocate,” Rachael starting to like where this is going as Maisy lowers herself and starts lapping up the remnants of Rachael’s morning mess. Starting with her entrance, Rachael instinctively spreads her legs open to give Maisy easier access to her entrance.