Rev. Joshua Church sat in his apartment in Beelzebub's apartment. Surveying his surroundings, he noted with pleasure that he'd finally been given a room with running water and indoor plumbing. It would be nice to be comfortable while scheming against Beelzebub. But how would they kill the Archduke? The bastard was probably always on guard against assassins, and his muscles and magic made him a dangerous opponent in a fight. It would be useful to find a way to kill Beelzebub from a distance.
The door suddenly opened, revealing the pig-faced disguise of Rev. Jeremiah Mather. His tusked mouth curled into a bloodthirsty grin. "I have some good news, Joshua."
"I could use some of that," said Rev. Church. "I've been trying to work out a non-suicidal way to snuff Beelzebub, but my poor mind's drawing a blank."
"Well, I've got a plan," said Rev. Mather. "Dr. Bashir found a book on poisons in the palace library and brought it to me. Turns out that bloodbloom nectar mixed with hellhound saliva becomes extremely toxic to demons if it comes into contact with Heavenly magic. In other words, if I whip up a sauce with bloodbloom nectar, dip my blessed dagger into it, and then drizzle it over tonight's meat..."
"...Every demonic fucker in this God-forsaken palace dies," Rev. Church grinned. "I like your style, Jeremiah. You've been my best friend since our initiation into the Iron Knights for a reason."
"I just need some hellhound saliva," said Rev. Mather. "Beelzebub won't notice it; it's tasteless, odorless, and colorless."
"I have a bottle of the stuff!" Rev. Church cried joyfully. "I'm one of the assistent kennelmasters, and we give this stuff to the gardeners to kill pests. Even without bloodbloom nectar and Heavenly magic, hellhound saliva's great at killing bugs. Must be why those slobbering assholes never seem to get fleas." He handed a bottle of hellhound saliva to Rev. Mather.
"I should go now and get to work preparing a meal to die for," Rev. Mather chuckled.
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Cruciata secretly listened outside the door. So these Iron Knights were plotting to murder Beelzebub. Frankly, Cruciata was fine with that. Her father deserved some serious karma for bringing Pava to the brink of death! Cruciata thanked Darkness that none of her siblings were at the palace today; they were all busy ruling their own duchies. Even Cruciata's mother was in the Third Circle right now on official business. The only demons attending today's luncheon would be Beelzebub, her, and Beelzebub's ghastly courtiers. Cruciata would just have to remember to conveniently lose her appetite to day. With that thought lodged in her head, she flew off before the door could open.
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Rev. Mather, posing as Carnifex, poured the hellhound saliva into the bloodbloom nectar sauce before dipping his glowing silver blade into the mixture. He smiled as he watched the Heavenly power infuse the sauce before the glow of the mixture stealthily vanished. He hid his blade and drizzled the deadly sauce all over the meat of an animal unidentifiable to any human. Once Beelzebub and his courtiers tasted this little lunch, their accursed bodies would keel over dead! Kushiel would surely be pleased...
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Kushiel sat in meditation, secretly spying on Rev. Mather just as Deputy Director Semyaza had taught him. He saw his human pawn preparing a deadly poison for the Archduke of the Eighth Circle. The pale-skinned angel smirked as he opened his eyes, standing up and flicking his long jet-black hair out of his face. Beelzebub would die, and Lucifer would be furious when he heard of the tragic murder of his best friend and confidante at the hands of four Iron Knights. He could even burn with enough fury to call for war against Heaven, a war that Kushiel had no intention of letting the Devil win.
Kushiel could then focus on dealing with Jehovah once Hell was burned to ash, and then the cosmos would have a God it could be proud of! All would hail Kushiel Moonwing, King of Heaven and Earth! The cruel angel proudly straightened his silver halo as he daydreamed of ruling Heaven. He then took off on his six raven wings to speak of this with his loyal deputy Semyaza.