Rachael stirred from her slumber; noticing it was still dark, she smiles as Maisy moves slightly. Her arms wrapped around Rachael and her hands just above her scaly blue crotch. They went to bed last night to some light petting. Not wanting to disturb Lamashtu, Enoch, Svadilfari and his twins Fenrir and Hel; twins he bore while his mate Loki gave birth to the rest of their brood. Rachael wants to stay with Maisy but her bladder had other ideas. So with a sigh, Rachael disentangles herself from her lovers grip and makes a naked mad dash to the toilet.
A flush and a brief clean from the nearby bidet; Rachael heads to the kitchen to see if Shadow is already up and waiting to be fed. What surprised her was that it wasn’t just shadow up and about, but also Enoch was up.
“What time is it,” Rachael stifling a yawn; “it’s still dark out.”
“It’s sunrise,” Enoch securing his sword; “the shutters are still down.”
“Oh yeah,” Rachael looking for Shadows food; “the storm from yesterday. Are you heading out?”
“Missing family members to look for,” Enoch answering; “but I’m glad you are up. Gives me a chance to talk to you about something.”
“You mind if we chat as I rustle up some breakfast,” Rachael looking for the frying pan and grabbing some eggs; “you can’t go off on an adventure without something to eat.”
“I suppose,” Enoch nodding; “just make it a quick breakfast.”
Rachael nods as she quickly turns on the stove and starts scrambling eggs. She may now be a demon, but that doesn’t mean she’s forgotten how to boil water or at the very least fry up some bacon and eggs. Several minutes later, she has a plate of greasy goodness waiting for the demon wolf-taur. Noticing that he has a small portal open, he pulls out a modestly sized tomb and quietly places it on the kitchen island that he is sitting next to.
“This is copy of the treaty between heaven and hell,” Enoch; “well part of it.”
“What part,” Rachael looking shocked at how large to book was.”
“The section that deals with how souls are to be punished when sent to hell,” Encoh answering as he takes a bite of the scrambled eggs. “I want you to familiarize yourself with it.”
“Why,” Rachael looking confused.
“Because I had to sack over half of the junior and senior judges as they actively went along with Beelzebub sentencing guidelines,” Enoch remembering the early start in his new role as Chief Justice yesterday; “those same guidelines that were a violation of the treaty with heaven. The same sentencing tricks that affected Nigel Farnsworth.”
“I’m still not seeing how that gets me to reading this dusty book,” Rachael looking at the tomb in front of her.
“Your suggestions in addiction rehabilitation,” Enoch grinning; “makes you suitable to be a junior judge. Maybe one day as the chief justice.”
“I haven’t finished my degree in communication,” Rachael looking stunned; “now you want me to be hell’s equivalent of a paralegal?”
“Hehehe,” Enoch laughing loudly before lowering his voice; “not a bad comparison. But instead of researching past cases to build a brief to present in court, you will be dispensing time a soul has to serve in hell.”
“And just how am I to do that?” Rachael looking squirrelly; “it’s not as if their sins will be in front of me to read. Or is it?”
Enoch just grinned. Opening up another small portal, he reached in grabs a few files and places it on the island next to the large book.
“These souls came in a few hours ago,” Enoch placing the files next to the book; “Thanatos dropped them off.” Neither aware that a chaos shade is currently impersonating the grim reaper.
“A list of their crimes is well noted in those files,” Enoch wiping his face as he finishes breakfast; “they should be good start for you as a new judge. Oh and one other thing,” Enoch again opening another small portal and pulling out a small book and handing it to Rachael.
“Idiots guide to portal summoning,” Rachael looking at Enoch; “I may be a new demon, but I’m not a dummy.”
“A demon who has yet to fly,” Enoch answering.
Rachael just grins as she effortlessly unfurls her wings. Wings when fully expanded measure to double her height when measured from wing tip to wing tip.
“I flew for the first time yesterday,” Rachael folding her wings back; “didn’t even need a lesson from Maisy.”
“Then you should have no problem in mastering portal magic thanks to this book,” Enoch looking impressed.
“Like you,” Rachael pantomiming Enoch’s ability to pull object from the ether.
“Follow that book and you will,” Enoch sitting up from his haunches; “Now if you’ll excuse me Lady Tenebra, I need to drop Nigel off in purgatory and then see if Baal is up for another misadventure.”
“Mistress,” Nigel approaching Rachael; “thank you for your kindness and helping me out. I won’t lie when I’ll say I’m glad to be out of this waking nightmare. But I would be lying to myself if I said I won’t miss you and mistress Miasma.”
“Take care of yourself Nigel,” Rachael nodding to the English Butler; “just remember that not every demon in hell is a royal prick.”
“I will,” Nigel nodding as Enoch escorts him through to portal; “and I left the remote to open the storm shutters by the dining room table.”
After the portal closed, Rachael found the remote for the shutters where Nigel said he left it. Pressing a button, Rachael watches as the light from hell’s sun begins to shine through the windows. Smiling to see clear red skies; Rachael’s grin turns to a frown when she notices the various flowers in the gardens outside. All were damaged from the brimstone shower that took place last night.
“Gardeners are going to have their work cut out for them,” Maisy walking in; “I heard voices, did Enoch just leave?”
“I made sure he had some breakfast before he left,” Rachael nodding as she starts to clean up; “he wants me to be a junior judge. He left me these books and files for me.”
“Treaty of Heaven and Hell volume two: crimes and punishment,” Maisy looking at the first book then staring at the second; “Idiots guide to portal summoning. My brother can be cute with his humor at times,” Maisy looking at Shadow as he hopes up on the island demanding attention.
“You want to get Gunther up to begin prepping breakfast for us and our guests;” Rachael referencing the German cook who was killed during the allied landing at Normandy; “or do you want to help me make pancakes for your sister Lamashtu, Svadilfari and Hel and Fenrir?”
“You get the batter going,” Maisy grinning; “I’ll get the fruit for the pancakes ready.”