The Reverend Church, disguised as a demon, thanks to the magic’s of Beelzebub woke from his slumber in a less then austere room with a splitting headache. Heading to the nearby table with a pitcher of water and bowl; tries to get rid of the pain with a splash of water. Less then thrilled at being given a room that had no washroom, the demon that work for Beelzebub could only chuckle as the demon told the Reverend “Damnation without relief. Just like in your bible.”
With the water not working, the reverend heads back to the bed and tries to pray to god for salvation. All he got in return was another needle like jab to his head. He shot up in pain, doing his best not to scream. It is at that moment when a voice in his head finally appears.
“It’s about time I reached you,” The voice booming in the Revernd’s mind. “Don’t worry about others hearing us, “The voice continuing. “Only you can hear me And just think of your responses, we are communicating telepathically.”
“Who,” Reverend whispering as the pain in his head refuses to abate.
“Kusheil”, the voice sharply responding. “I was able to locate you and the rest of the Iron Knights thanks to the blessed blades you all have on you.”
“My prayers have been answered,” The reverend tearing up. “You came to deliver me to the glory of god!”
“Hardly,” Kusheil scoffs; “you have yet to kill a demon.”
“Easier said than done,” Revernd Church snaps back. Beelzebub has us all separated and running around like headless chickens.”
“Not my problem,” Kusheil dismissing Church’s excuse, “Cromwell the milquetoast of your group killed three. That Muslim Bashir managed to maim one from what I heard.”
“Bashir attacked my daughter turned into demon,” the reverend providing a brief synopsis of their first few hours in hell. “But from what I heard from questionable sources; an angel claiming to be the daughter of god managed to heal her.”
“Penemue,” Kusheil chuckles, “your son’s fiancé; the one who you slapped on earth. Jehovah is not happy about that.”
Revend Church was about to respond when another headache brought him to his knees as Kushneil continues to speak; “Who FYI is up here in heaven. A location currently denied for you. And will be if you don’t kill some demons and kick off another holy war.”
“But Beelzebub,” Revernd Church tried to continue before he was cut off again.
“Beezlebub is fair game as far as I’m concerned,” Kusheil snaps back. Not caring what happens to the human in hell. “If the opportunity presents its self, kill him. No more delays,” Kusheil orders; “I want the peace between Heaven and Hell to end before this Triple wedding in Purgatory happens. Make it happen!”
That final statement of Kusheil hitting the reverend with such force that he briefly passes out from the pain. But with the sun for hell shining through the dingy window in the cell; Reverend Church struggles to get up. Knowing that he is caught between a rock and hard place; he ponders what his next move will be. Listen to Kushiel and kill Beelzebub, or bide his time as the foul demon commands.
“I need to discuss this with the others,” the reverend struggling to get up. Just as he was standing the door to his temporary quarters open.
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Michael and Baal head into Lucifer’s garden; not thrilled with the news they have to give to the lord of hell. They arrive to see a large gathering of the Morningstar clan talking and chatting at a table replete with food both found natively in hell as well as delecacies found on earth.
Michael instantly recognized the bacon and eggs on Racheal now Lady Tenebra plate. What surprised Michael was the fact that Lady Tenebra was entirely naked; as well as Lady Miasma who was sitting next to the former human now demon.
Michael displaying some curtesy clears his throat to announce his presence all the while Baal, chomping on his cigar plops down on a nearby chair and tucks into a feast he clearly wasn’t invited to.
Lucifer looks up and see his angelic brother and Baal at the end of the table. His face sour as he see the two. He beckons for his brother to come forward. Michael seeing Ammit and her partner Immundus at the table; Michael grimaces as he knows Lucifer has been told of Cromwell’s escape. Sighing he decides to rip off the metaphorical band aid and get the this dressing down over with.
“Brother,” Michael pausing, “I have news.”
“I know Cromwell escaped,” Lucifer looking at Michael, “SO what do you have to tell me in regard to Penemue looking at Cruciata’s lover Pava?”
“Penemue did confirm that a being of Chaos did attack Pava.” Michael responding; “Baal want to check the wards to ensure there are no issues with the creature getting in.”
“You suspect it was summon,” Lucifer asking; “do you suspect who may have done it?”
“Suspicions,” Michael answering, “but no concrete proof as to who did it so I’m refraining to utter the name for the time being.”
“And Pava,” Lucifer nodding; “Will she survive the attack?”
“The wound are beyond Penemue’s skill,” Michael answering tersely. “she needs healers.” Michael pausing because he knew Lucifer would not like the next bit.
“In order for Pava to survive the assault from a the Chaos creature,” Michael obviously sweating; “she need the help from god. You need to get Jehovah down here.”
The entire table goes silent as the thought of the lord of heaven being asked to come all the way down to the ninth circle of hell just to save the life of a new demon. Lucifer giving Michael an unamused looked got up from his chair.