“Ooooh,” Rachael salivating as a servant placed a slice of quiche in front of her; “I didn’t expect to be treated like this for a meeting,” Rachael unable to wait, she start shoveling the French omelette into her hungry mouth.
“I’m glad you like it,” Lilith answering; “it was a classic from the court of Louis the Sixteenth.”
“The last king of France,” Maisy answering before Rachael could ask; “before the revolution.”
Rachael just nodded; here schooling was limited thanks to her father. Despite her college courses in communication; Rachael’s education leaned heavy on the bible and less on historical fact.
“So Lilith,” Astaroth speaking up while sipping some white wine; “is there a reason for bringing myself, Atargatis, Miasma and Tenebra for this lunch?” Astaroth making a point to use their demon names
“Wedding plans,” Lilith grinning; snapping a finger a tall thin man comes bounding in the small garden full of bloodbloom and shadow lilacs. Both flowers giving off an enticing fragrant that is reminiscent to a fancy perfume that Rachael and Rebecca could never afford.
The man, thanks to his clear bulge in his tight pink pants, was clearly androgynous to the point of resembling a famous British singer/song writer. If he was uncomfortable with the clothes he was wearing while in hell he never showed it as he started spouting off a millions questions regarding guests, flowers, venue, food. Rachael just had to tune him out as he and Astaroth started having words.
Rachael’s thoughts trailed to a more, carnal desires. Her scaly blue hand trailing gently up Maisy’s furry thigh, inching ever so closer to her fur covered snatch. Maisy giving Rachael a side eye smile; winks at her lover and gently halts her advances.
“Plenty of time for that later,” Maisy grinning; “let’s just listen to the fairy boy.”
Rachael could not deny that the wedding planner was the type to cross swords with another man. If she wasn’t full on lesbian and committed to Maisy; the blue scale demon would be trying to jump this man’s bones and grind him then and there.
“As I was saying,” the man in a mock accent; “all this negative energy must be barred. This is supposed to be a happy and joyous affair.”
“You say white wedding,” Astaroth glaring; “and I’ll snap you in half and spend the day watching you regenerate.”
“This is what I’m saying,” the man addressing Lilith; “negative energy.”
“You’re in hell,” Litith rolling her eyes; “expect negativity as you serve your sentence.”
“You poison one bitchy bride,” the man huffs as he briefly thinks about why he is in hell; “it’s not as if she didn’t deserve it. Kicking your dog because it accidently swallowed some rings is never right.”
“Murder is murder,” Lilith sipping wine; “now back to the decorations. How about the flowers from this garden for centerpieces?”
“They do have a pleasing scent,” the planner deigning to sniff a shadow lilac; “reminds me of panther’s breath my partner use to wear. Should we add,” Looking at Astaroth and sneering; “lilies to give the red and indigo hues a bit of contrast?”
“How about some baby’s breath,” Rebbeca holding Astaroth back with a comforting hand on the shoulder; “I always liked that flower, and it’s supposed to be part of a wedding bouquet.”
“We can make arraignments to get those from earth,” Lilith nodding; “Miasma, Tenebra do you have any suggestions?”
“How about tattoos,” Rachael thinking of the first thought to come to mind; “like the ones me and Ma-Miasma have.”
“Tattoos” the wedding planner looking queer; Seeing the Gorgon on Tenebra’s arm convorting and contorting all over and offer suggestive winks, the wedding planner nearly had a fit.
“And I suppose you have something equally crude,” Lilith looking at her daughter; seeing the three headed Hydra assuming a defensive posture, each head spouting a different type of flame, each in a different colour.
“Told you we should have gotten those,” Astaroth looking at Rachael’s mother turned demon. The two looking almost identical with the exception of scale colour. Rachael sporting a blue pattern while Rebbeca was red. Rebbeca now Atargatis was sporting a pixie hair cut dyed neon green. Rachael opting to keep her hair long and platinum blonde. Sporting blue opal earing and nose studs with a thin gold band. Atargatis matching her new hair with jade jewelry.
“Tattoos are not for me,” Rebecca sighing; “I just couldn't handle the needle pricks jabbing in and out of my skin.
“It didn’t hurt too much,” Rachael shrugging her shoulders; “And I wanted to have a completely new look from that timid wall flower dad kept beating into me.
Rebecca couldn’t help but nod; having to bear witness to her husband’s abusive acts towards all member of the family.
“Can we please get back to planning your wedding,” the exasperated man begs.
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As Enoch left his father’s study, he opened a portal to the temple to see Baal resting but otherwise awake from his wound from a chaos thrall the other day. Walking up to him with his gold bands and bandolier full of knives; Baal bursts forth a large belly laugh as he coughs out smoke from his latest cigar.
“You look like a dandy from Dionysus’s court,” Baal smirking; “a Greek orgy with sheep I don’t know about?”
“Yuck it up piggy,” Enoch rolling his eyes; “or do you not want what is in this letter.”
What letter,” Baal looking at the demon wolf-taur; “does it have anything to do with your get up?”
“It does,” Enoch sitting on his haunches as he tells Baal what has happened since they got back from the ward next to the river Styx.
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“So let me get this straight,” Baal puffing on his cigar; “you bring me back here, slung on your back.”
“So far so good,” Enoch nodding.
“Beelzebub is poisoned,” Baal chortling; “you and your father head to the heart of hell to find Adrammelech messing with the ward performing some ritual.” Baal shaking his head; “your father name you Chief Justice and Grand Chamberlain,” Baal grinning; “well that explains your getup. How was court today? Belial make his usual splash?”
“Wouldn’t be the same without it,” Enoch nodding; “I’ll spare you the details, but these few things. Cruciata,” Enoch lowering his voice; “is now in heaven. She prayed to help save Pava and is now an angel.”
“Darkness take us,” Baal sounding surprised; “the shit really has hit the fan!”
“Well prepare for another barrage,” Enoch handing Baal an official looking document.
'I Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil, the Satan, King of Hell, Archduke of the Ninth Circle, Duke of Erebus, Sheol, and Hades, Lord of Dis and Pandemonium, Prince of Darkness, Father of Free Will, Leader of the Great Rebellion, appoint the tiles of Lord of pollution and Grandmaster of the Order of the Fly to Commander Baal.'
“Lord of pollution and grandmaster of the order of the fly,” Baal putting down the document; “I’m touched."
“I’ll send you a celebratory sheep to you quarters later this evening,” Enoch getting up; “you know just like the old days in Greece.”
“Awe,” Baal giving a mocking thank you; “and here I thought you forgot.”
“Just get some rest,” Enoch smiling at the cigar smoking demon; “I have a feeling you are going be busy in a few days.”