Enoch woke suddenly, seeing it is still dark out; he guesses roughly a couples hours until dawn. Hoping out of his large bed, the wolf-taur stretches his fore and hind limbs like a regular wolf before walking to the nearby balcony. Lifting a hind leg to relieve himself; he quickly shakes his leg to wrest out the last drops. He grumbles as he heads back in to an old wardrobe closet; pulling out a chest he grabs a couple gold bands and a bandolier modified to store throwing knives in lieu of bullets. Using a simple spell, Enoch places two of the gold bands on his hind leg ankles. Lifting up his left foreleg; Enoch places a gold band above his paw. The remaining gold band is placed on his right wrist. Securing the bandolier across his humanoid chest; Enoch secures his father’s old sword Light-Bringer on his left hip.
Stepping out of his old room, Enoch startles one of the palace staff. Judging by his demeanor, Enoch guesses this is one of the former confederate slave owners being made to server his father.
“Were you on your way somewhere,” as Enoch stares; “if so, then be off with you. And let the cooks know that Enoch Morningstar, Chief of Justice, Grandmaster of the Order of the Fly and Grand Chamberlain to King Lucifer;” the wolf-taur shouting at the fleeing servant; “will take his breakfast in the offices of the Grand Chamberlain!”
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“More coffee,” Enoch ordering as he reviewed a bunch of documents he had several of the palace staff bring over. Document from the late Beelzebub’s office, they detail a significant end run around the agreed upon sentences for souls as stated in the treaty between heaven and hell.
“And get me the junior justices,” Enoch looking up; “rouse them from bed if they are still asleep. They have some explaining to do. What the fuck were you up to Beelzebub,” Enoch staring out the window as hell’s sun starts peeking over the horizon. “What was your end game?”
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“Order,” Enoch bellows as several courtiers grumble with discontent as Lucifer begrudgingly agreed to Enoch’s assessment that the late Beelzebub’s creative loopholes were a violation to the peace treaty with Heaven. While the judges of hell were free and clear to impose whatever sentence they saw fit to a condemned soul; what they were not permitted to do was add sentence extenders based off of addiction or vices the human had in life. This meant that many condemned souls were to have their sentences either reinstated to the original agreements or based off of length of sentence and accrued penalties from the imposed upon clauses re-sentenced to time served.
Several of the court petitioners were ready to draw swords in near open revolt; But Enoch managed to quell any further acts of sedition by deftly throwing one of the blades on his bandolier at a Koala head demon with legs that had feet facing backwards. The screams of the demon silence the din as Enoch’s dagger pins the demon’s hand to the hip in which his sword was mounted at.
“I said order,” Enoch glaring at the crowd; the wounded demon whimpering as he shuffled out the throne room. “It’s not as if there is a shortage of humans. When I was last on earth; there was an estimate of 8 billion humans currently alive.” Enoch giving the crowd of demons a moment to digest the number before continuing; “so having about a half million souls leaving to heaven or reincarnation is a literal drop in the bucket. All it means is you’ll be mildly inconvenienced for a week,” Enoch scoffing.
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“So who should be getting thes vacant titles,” Lucifer sighing as he walks into his private study; His son Enoch following behind.
“As much as I hate to say it,” Enoch nodding to the offer of a glass of scotch; “President of the Senate should go to Lamashtu.”
Despite her outburst earlier,” Lucifer arching an eyebrow; “as much as found it amusing for Miasma to cut her older sister down a peg, don’t you think it was too much to involve Lilith?”
“We all know that Lamashtu has an issue with human’s becoming demons,” Enoch sipping his scotch; “having equal rights as naturally born demons. Reminding her that our mother was once human and for the record, the first human to become a demon…”
“That if she thinks that lowly of Lady Tenebra and Atargatis,” Lucifer pinching his nose infrustration; “then that sentiment should follow suit with Lilith.”
“Exactly,” Enoch nodding; “Giving Hecate the duchy of Malebolge will both infuriate yet mollify Lamashtu as it will eventually pass to their offspring.”
“Add a caveat that Lamashtu is barred from providing advice and assisting in running the duchy,” Lucifer smiling; “that will really steam her.”
“Let’s not go that far,” Enoch chuckling; “she is already red steamed. As for Lord of pollution, give that to Commander Baal, along with Grandmaster of the Order of the Fly,” Enoch adding; “I don’t want it, I’m not a soldier or a general.”
“Not even a day,” Lucifer laughing; “and you are already trying to pawn off your responsibilities.”
“It’s not the responsibilities I detest,” Enoch grumbling; “it’s the bloody politics that come with it.”
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A few hours later.
“I’ll craft the letter to Hecate then,” Enoch getting up.
Hashing out who should get the remaining titles that were once held by Beelzebub and Adrammelech Gloryfowl, both Lucifer and Enoch felt that it would at least appease the courtiers and petitioners.
“Can I get your opinion on something,” Lucifer signing the various documents detailing the transfer of titles; “what was your opinion on how Lady Tenebra handled herself today?”
“A vicious opponent to those unwary of her,” Enoch taking the signed documents from his father; “how she handled that slimy kobold as he tried to grope her was creative.”
“Do you think she was asking for it,” Lucifer giving Enoch a quizzical look; “what with how she was dressed for court?”
“Everyone has their own style,” Enoch shrugging; “take me. All I’m wearing is four simple gold bands a bandolier full of blades to make Baal cream his pants,” Enoch smiling wryly; “and your old sword. Aunt Astoroth and Atargatis arrived wearing matching pasties. Compared to those two,” Enoch shaking his head; “Tenebra’s super short skirt and matching support cup for her breasts was downright conservative.”
“You could be right,” Lucifer nodding; “so I guess she’ll be able to handle herself if your mother tries to steam roll her over the wedding planning.”
“Your assuming mom doesn’t get distracted with the Gorgon tattoo Tenebra has,” Enoch stating as he heads to the door. “Or the Hydra tattoo Miasma is now sporting,” Enoch leaving as Lucifer looks stunned; “both which I noticed during court.”