Rev. Church met the other Iron Knights at the entrance to the Drunken Dragon Bar and Grill, an opulent restaurant in the upper levels of Dis. It was here that Rev. Church intended to discuss Kushiel's message. "Glad you could all make it," he nodded. "Let's head inside."
Rev, Church led the disguised Iron Knights inside the restaurant, wincing as the smell of strong alcohol filled his nose. While Rev. Church would be lying if her were to tell you that he never drank (some of his worst beatings of his ex-wife had been fueled by whiskey), the smell of the kind of liquor they had in Hell was enough to turn his stomach.
"Hello!" chirped a female feline demon, clearly the hostess. "Welcome to the Drunken Dragon Bar and Grill! How may I help you?"
"We'd like one of the... private rooms," Rev. Church winked. He had done his research. The Drunken Dragon had several private rooms in the back for small orgies. It would be the perfect place to discuss secret things.
"Right, your room is Room 6," smiled the hostess, her cat ears twitching as she jotted down the necessary information. "Follow me."
The hostess let the Iron Knights to their orgy room and bade them goodbye. The four Iron Knights tried not to throw up as the musky scent of demonic sex hit them in their faces. Once they were alone, Rev. Church cleared his throat. "I had a vision this morning. An angel named Kushiel spoke to me. He said a lot of things I didn't quite understand (all very metaphorical, I'm sure), but his main point is that we should be trying to kill Beelzebub."
"But why not the Shaitan?" Dr. Bashir asked, irritated. "He is the source of this realm's evil! Saladin and Richard the First of England put aside their differences and founded the Iron Knights precisely to kill him!"
"Kushiel seems to think the best way to accomplish that is to start some sort of war," said Rev. Church. "He says that the best way to start that war is to kill any of the archdukes, and we have the best chance with Beelzebub."
"I can see the wisdom of that," said Rev. Mather. "To be honest, I hate that hundred-legged SOB! We can always kill Lucifer once Beelzebub's a pile of ash."
"You know, so do I," Dr. Bashir mused, resentfully feeling "his" disguise's feminine breasts with disdain. "I'm pretty sure he stuck me in the harem out of spite."
"But who will protect us once Beelzebub is dead?" asked Rev. Cromwell.
"Kushiel will," Rev. Church grinned. "Think about it. We'll be working for an angel rather for a demon."
"Perhaps you're right..." mused Rev. Cromwell.
"Then we're agreed?" asked Rev. Church.
All the Iron Knights nodded.
"Good!" Rev. Church smiled. "Then Beelzebub dies!"