Svadilfari grumbled upon the news of having to take everyone in the desserts of hell to Dionysus. He heard of the celestial being's bacchanalian soirees but has never visited or indulged in the hedonistic events. So he was surprised to see as he with Loki riding on his back like a person rides a horse show up and see several demons all looking sullen and clearly wounded in some fashion.
“It looks like this place has become a refugee camp of sorts,” Ahriman noting the various healers and priests running about; “has Dionysus changed?”
“Not in the slightest;” A large slender being stepping towards the latest arrivals. He stood a good eight feet in height and was an odd individual. Sporting both a halo and rams horns; his deer like ears twitch as he sips the goblet of wine in his hand. His chest cleanly shaven and slender like a woman’s; one would be mistaken to label him s female if it weren’t for his large package currently hiding behind a simple green skirt that ends to his mid thighs. With his legs bent backwards like a goat and covered in reddish brown fur and ending cloven hooves. He was the most accurate description humans could describe as a legendary Satyr.
He eyes the latest band of refugee and recognizes a few of them. “It has been too long since you graced my house with your presence Loki,” the man bowing with a smile.
“Dionysus,” Loki looking sullen; “we came to seek refuge. Enoch will consider it a debt paid in full if you grant us sanctuary.”
“Really,” Dionysus laughing; “he is still holding that incident over me. Even after all these centuries.”
“And what incident are you referring to,” Jahi chiming in; using her husband for support as she is still processing her memories slowly coming back.”
“This is not the place for such a conversation,” Dionysus clapping is hands; “it is clear most of you are exhausted from your travels. Please rest.” He instructs the attendants following him to escort those to a more comfortable place with in his court.
“Svadilfari and Loki,” Dionysus smiling; “please follow me. I would like to hear your story of why you are here.”
“It’s not a pretty story,” Svadilfri still feeling unease at this place; “but I have to ask. Why does this place look the way it is?”
“You mean a refugee camp,” Dionysus walking alongside the demon centaur; “even here word has spread of Nergal’s treachery. As much as I like a good feast with a vigorous rut with anyone willing to bed with me; even I can’t turn a blind eye to the suffering of my people. Be they angel,” Dionysus nodding; “or demonic.”
“Don’t worry my love,” Loki managing a weak smile; “Dionysus maybe a walking sexaholic booze hound, but he is not a bad angel. He is just banished to earth for his extreme eccentricities.”
“Banished,” the odd angelic satyr laughing; “more like self-imposed exile.”
“Wait,” Svadilfari looking stunned; “we are on earth? In the mortal realm? Should we not be disguised?”
“My magic ensures no humans can come across this place,” Dionysus smiling; “plus I keep relocating the palace every so often. We are currently located somewhere underwater in the Pacific Ocean. Near Fiji I think. So you are safe to be your true selves.”
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Reverend Cromwell watched as Inari lead Himari into a pool. The pool was similar to the one Kushiel had him walk through when he, Mather, Bashir and Church became inquisitors. While the pool in the inquisitorial headquarters was small it did serve its purpose to turn him into a blue-winged angel with glowing sapphires for eyes. He knew Himari had to walk through to change and become an angel, just like he did. So when Himari exited on the otherside, he was stunned to see the new visage.
She was diametrically the opposite of Tarfeil; the angel that Kushiel and Reverend church gleefully tortured to near death. While Tarfeil was green with wings like the branches of a tree; Himari’s new form looked like one who rose up from the sea. Her skin looked like the deep blue of an island lagoon while her wings looked like waves crashing onto a beach. Her hair like sea weed; Cromwell notices her eyes are like that of a shark prowling the oceans looking for its next meal. They had a predatorily glint to them as she accepted the simple white robe from the priest.
"Do you proclaim yourself an angel?" the priest speaking as he places a hand on Himari's shoulder.
“Yes,” she answers.
"Do you give your allegiance to the Kingdom of Heaven?"
“Yes.”
“Do you accept Jehovah as your lord and Savior?"
“I accept.”
"Do you renounce all other masters?"
“Yes.”
"Do you henceforth give your worship to the power of cosmic creation?"
“I do.”
"Then I welcome you to the Kingdom of Heaven and bestow upon you the name Nami,” the priest smiling.
“Is that because I look like an ocean wave,” Himari noting the priest’s perfect pronunciation of the Japanese word.
“It seemed fitting for you,” the priest grinning; “plus you would will make a great addition to the Nature Stewardship Corps.”
“That is where Tarfiel works,” Inari helping the new angel get here bearings; “we should head there next.”
“Domo Arigato,” Nami bowing to the priest; thanking him in Japanese. “And thank you Polytimos,” Nami looking at Cromwell; “for helping me as well.”
“My pleasure,” Cromwell nodding; “but please feel free to call me Cromwell. It was my name on Earth and I am still fond of it; even if it still does carry baggage with it.”
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“So that is what happened,” Svadilfari looking stunned as he accepts the honeyed wine from Dionysus’s servant; “Enoch and Baal got into some mischief with a couple of sheep.”
“If you consider a hundred sheep a couple,” Dionysus giggling; “then yeah. Both were loaded up on my wine and decided to challenge me as to who could deflower the most in one night. I couldn’t possibly refuse such an invite.”
“Enoch won,” Loki smirking; “I was still a teenager back then; but it wasn’t lost on both heaven and hell over what the two did.”
“It’s one of reasons as to why both angels and demons now have to travel in disguise,” Dionysus giggling; “Enoch and Baal’s acts of buggery caused several farmers quite the financial hit.”
“And this is the debt he holds over you,” Svadifari sounding disgusted; “sickening.”
“Enoch has matured quite a lot since then,” Loki chuckling; enjoying the pleasant moment despite the current situation in hell; “it was also the only time I saw father slap Enoch for his foolish antics.”
“I bet the devil was livid that day,” Dionysus laughing as he downs his wine in one gulp; “But your brother couldn’t have gotten away with just a slap. We are talking about the largest act of bestiality to ever be recorded.”
“Oh Enoch didn’t get away with it,” Loki sampling a grape as he rests next to Svadifari; the demon centaur lounging on a bed of cushions. “Father made Enoch spend 500 years in the sulphur mines before giving him a choice. Judge the condemned souls or another 500 years working with kobolds. Enoch chose to be a judge. Baal somehow managed to get off scot-free,” Loki sighing; “Father was more embarrassed that his first born son fell in with you then one of his military commanders dipping his wick.”
“You never mentioned this to me,” Svadifari sounding shocked; “how come I’m only hearing about this for the first time.”
“It’s a bit of a family shame,” Loki giving a loving look at his mate; “plus mother and father swore us all to never speak of it. But you are my partner so you deserve to know.”
“And don’t worry,” Dionysus nodding; “I may be a bit fruity as humans might call me; but I always keep my word and pay my debts. You are all safe here for as long as needed. I’ll have some chambers prepared for you all.”