Bloody Angel

Bloody Angel


The lesser demon walked nervous circles in the lobby. Of course this wasn’t the first time one of the high demons was their client – after all, they were the best company in hell if you wanted to find something or someone – but normally the client wouldn’t show up in person to fetch the “find”.
But Astaroth had made very clear that he was coming there in person.
Of all the arch demons running around in hell, why does he have to be the one coming here, and why do I have to be the one telling him the bad news? This guy has the patience of a starved dragon.
The lesser so didn’t want to do this, even if he had only heard of the arch demon’s temper.

Outside the victorianic looking building that hosted the “Infernal Search and Research Corp.” said demon arrived. Actually he was in a relatively good mood because the phone call from the cooperation’s secretary just saved him from some boring and time consuming conference about “New torture restrictions and measurements” .
Shouldn’t you think that after 20.000 years you know about this stuff? I really have to talk to Luc about these conferences. If I only have to attend one more of them, I’ll just quit.
It was not, that he didn’t like his job, but this stupid burocracy was driving him crazy.
Astaroth shrugged the thought off and went for the door of the building.

The lesser demon jumped at the knock at the door. That’s it. Good bye, life.
He forced a smile onto his face and went to get the door. It was better not to keep an angry demon waiting.
Already thinking about what he should make his last words would be, he opened the door and then took an surprised step back. The door frame was filled by a 6’ 8’’tall, slender, athletic looking demon with blue-purpelish skin who seemed to breath power by his sheer presence. Only slightly interested, Astaroth looked at him and entered the lobby. As he walked past, the lesser noticed huge dark blue wings tucked behind the back of the higher demon.
“ Ehm...., eh...” The secretary was so surprised that he was still alive- and about the fact that Astaroth didn’t look angry at all – that he forgot the carefully chosen words he had prepared for his client.
Astaroth turned and raised a questioning brow.
“ I should accompany you to the manager, Sir. If you would like to follow.” The lesser had finally found his words again, but his speech was still hurried from nervousness.
The arch demon gestured him to go ahead. It wasn’t meant threatening, but the long, blade like claws on his hands didn’t do anything to calm the lesser demon.
The thought of having his back to a higher made the secretary demon shiver, but he tried to swallow his fear and walked across the lobby to a small, insignificant door on the far wall. He opened it and mentioned Astaroth over. “ Down there please. “ Then he turned and walked down the stairs behind the door.
Astaroth smiled to himself, amused by the fear he could smell on the lesser and followed.

When they finally reached the door of the manager’s office, the secretary turned to tell his guest that they had reached the office, but he just forgot what he wanted to say when for the first time he really saw the face of the arch demon. It was fine boned with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line, and full, kissable looking lips, all framed by two strands of long snow-white hair that made the orange eyes glow like burning amber.
One of the rumors about Astaroth was that he had some angel blood running through his veins, and seeing this face, the lesser was almost willing to believe it.
“ We are here.” he finally managed to choke out, still stairing at the higher demon.
“Thank you” Astaroth replied friendly. His voice was dark melodicly with a soft purr  underneath.
He walked towards the secretary, hiding his smile about how red the lesser turned at his words.
Sweet fire, you could think I proposed hell knows what to him.
Astaroth quickly debated with himself if he should brush along the lesser when walking past but decided against it. Though it would be funny too see him faint. But it would only slow things now, so no causing of unconscience at lesser demons. Maybe later. After all I have to walk out of here too. He chuckled quietly about that though and passed the lesser by. Halfway he expected the other demon to faint from the chuckle - it wouldn’t be the first time – but there was no thud behind him, so he just knocked at the office door, and walked inside before getting an answer.
The thud came, just before he closed the door fully again.

The managing drow walked towards him with a forced smile on his face and fear vibrating from his skin. Normally, Astaroth didn’t bother about stuff like that - people always got nervous around him – but the manager already knew him, so that level of nervousness and fear shouldn’t have been there.
“Lord Astaroth, I’ve been waiting for you. Unfortunately a problem occured with your commission.” The drow hestitaited slightly. “You know that elven girls are very rare in hell, and I’m sorry to tell you, but we couldn’t find one within this short spann of time. But ...” The manger extended his hands in some sort of ‘stop’ gesture, “ Luckily we found something even more exotic and rare, it will fully make up for that elven. “
More exotic and rare than an elven in hell? What would that be? Curiosity had always been one of Astaroth’s lesser flaws.
“We could take a look and then you could decide if she’s an appropriate spare, “ suggested the manager.
“ Sounds interesting enough, but am I not getting any details?”
“ No, no, that would ruin the surprise. ” The drow was way more relaxed now that the arch demon had accepted his offering.
He turned and walked to the door that was hidden behind some black drapes on the right wall and opened it. “ We keep our special findings somewhere apart from publicity. It’s just way safer for them,” he explained.
Safer for your money, you mean.
But Astroth followed the manger down the stairs.

Five minutes of climbing – or, in Astaroth’s case – gliding down the wide, torch-lit marble staircase, they reached a heavy wooden door that looked strong enough to keep in everything that was smaller than a Hydra. They’d been silent the entry way, while the arch demon was hanging to his own thoughts wondered about the harsh contrast between the elegantly carved stairs and the archaic torch light that danced over them.
It almost looks as if the stone itself is bleeding down here.
The drow fumbled out a large old looking key and unlocked the door. “Please come in, you’ll really like this, “ he said turning to his client.
They entered a huge cave that had one of his walls hidden in scarlet drapes. The manager walked straight towards those drapes.
Astaroth needed a while to adjust to the room, not to the dim light, but to the smell down there. He was used to the scent of blood and pain, but the stench of sickness, suffering and desperation lingering in the cave was almost choking him.
He could have touched the walls to see what they had seen, but the smell told him all. This was a torture chamber, though not for the inquisitive tortures he did, but just for torturing people to hear them scream.
I hope they all died quick. But he highly doubted that.
Finally he walked over to the manger, who smiled at him like some proud artist on his own exhibition.
“You’ll love that one. I believe she will be a much better toy than any elven. She’s just so wonderfully panicked but still with some fight to her.”
The arch demon knew what that meant. The drow had raped her and hadn’t been the only one. Internally he cringed at the words. He had only come to that company because Luc had sent him. The fallen angel was still surprisingly tenderhearted for someone who was supposed to be the personified evil. An angel is an angel is an angel.... no matter how black the wings. Lucifer had him come there to search for elvens or anything else that was too weak to survive in hell on it’s own. Several thousand years ago he had extended his protection and the laws about hurting or killing fallen angels to every elemantal spirit or others of that breed. And now the arch demons took turns in searching for these creatures.
Astaroth raised a brow showing the drow that he should stop talking and just bring it on.
The manager swept the drapes aside like some magician and revealed a cage. The first thing the arch demon noticed were the many wet, glistening white bones shattered all over the floor of the cage. Most of them seemed to be humanoid , but he could spot some that must have belonged to wings not too long ago.
A small motion in the far corner of the cage caught his attention, it seemed like a small figure was huddled there.
“Could I get some more light? It’s hard to judge the quality when I can’t see the wares.”
Good that Marlice can’t hear me. She’d rip my head of, even if it’s acting.
The manger clapped his hands and several other torches lit themselfs, one of them directly above the figure, who crawled away from the threatening fire quickly.
No..that can’t be...
Astaroth’s eyes widened as he saw a pair of wings peeling out of the shadows.
They captured an angel. There must be spells build in the walls, else Luc would have already found her, turned this place to a Ground Zero and brought her somewhere save.
He turned to the manager . “Ain’t that a little dangerous? His Darkness isn’t exactly known for his mercy with anyone who’s kidnapping angels. “
“We hadn’t kidnapped her, we found her. One of our people was down in Deeps to search a new monster for the circus, when he came across that sweetheart. He decided that it would be much safer for her to be here than to fend in the Deeps. In fact, we saved her.”
Astaroth really doubted that Lucifer would see it that way too.
He turned back to the angel – the girl - he realized, to take a closer look at her. And she really looked like someone just out of Deeps. Her wings were smeared with dirt untill it was hard to see the black of the feathers. At least as far as there were feathers, because a lot of them were torn off or broken and the rest were almost glued together with the sticky mixture of blood and soot on them. Her skin and hair looked similar, too dirty to tell the color of it or anything further than it’s mere existence. But he was still able to spot fresh cuts and bruises everywhere where her skin was visible. He could actually see a lot of her skin since the pieces of cloth she wore didn’t deserve to be called rags. She looked starved and fragile, like a glas figure about to break. Her gaze was directed on the floor or the bones in front of her so he couldn’t tell her eye color or what her face looked like.
Sweet dark, she’s more dead than alive, I really need to get her out of here. But I need to know which kind of angel she is before I call Luc. How could I get her to look at me? Maybe...
Astaroth slowly crouched down to the floor until he was on eye-level with her, then he curled his fingers around the bars and started to talk to her in broken Enochian. He knew that he wasn’t good in angel language, but like that, he could try to tell her why he was here and get a reaction from her at the same time.
And indeed the angel nodded and shyly looked at him through strands of filthy hair, and her eyes almost made the high demon sit back onto he floor.
Opalic white. One of Sandalphons people ... Hell, she must be halfway crazy by now.
He remembered what Lucifer had told him about this special breed of angel some time ago. “They are artists and muses, not fighters; the most sensible brand of all angels. Even Raphaels peoples can defend themselfs if forced to, and they are healers. But these won’t fight, they are victims, they will roll over and die or go insane. “
She must be very strong to have survived this.
The angel still didn’t want to look at him directly, but at least now he knew that she still had enough of her held together to recognise Enochian and understand it.
He stood up again and turned to the drow. “Very nice. I think I’ll take her. “
The manger looked truly happy about that statement. “Wonderful! I hoped you will find her appropriate. Do you want her to come with you right now? “
“Yes, that would be perfect. I’m very busy this week. How much? “
The ‘how much’ brought a heartfelt smile to the drows face.
Greedy bastard.
“Now, let’s go up to my office and we’ll see how much. “
They were already at the door, when a question occured to Astaroth.
“Oh, by the way, is there any higher reason to the bones? “
The drow looked caught. “Ehh... well, we needed to feed her...and she actually turned out be a little...eh... carnivorous. We didn’t know that at first, so when of my employees came into the cage to bring her food, she ignored the food and ate them. She wouldn’t take anything else [other] than raw meat. And she even seems to be rather... cannibalistic. One of my workers has a little bit of angel blood in his veins, and when he got too close, she grabbed him trough the bars, pulled his arm off and ate it.” The greedy smile from before had completely vanished from the drow’s face.
The higher demon just gapped at him. “You’re kidding, right? “
“I wish I would. This little character flaw lessened her price 200%.”
Would have been too easy if she’d just survived sane. Hm... Astaroth mentally sighed. Ah fuck, I can’t even bring her to Luc, she’d try to eat him. Oh well. He sighed again, out loud this time and turned to the manager.
“I’d still like to have her. My cook will have to work around that problem; she’s just way too special not to get her. “
The manager’s smile returned instantly. “Perfect, so we’ll just settle the price, and you can take her home with you right away.” With that he turned and walked up the staircase, trailed by a tired looking arch demon.

Two hours later, they had finally settled a price.
200% minus, huh? More like 200% plus.
Astaroth only paid that much because he knew that Lucifer would kill the drow later on anyway and then he’d get his money back. Though it might take a while to get all the information out of the manager.
“ Can you get her up now? I’m already running late.” He didn’t have to strain his acting abilities to sound angry. During their negotiation the drow had been more than arrogant.
“Of course. I already signaled my assistend to bring her up here. “
Interseting, so he’s telepathic.... got to mention that to Luc...
Suddenly the door open and a very troll like demon dragged the angel girl into the office. He rughly pushed her forwards and then let go of her. She staggered a few steps and would have fallen to the floor if Astaroth hadn’t caught her arm. She recoiled from him immeadendly and almost fell to the floor again. The archdemon steadied her by putting his fingertips lightly at her waist and she kind of sacked against him, as if the small drawback movement from before had taken all her strenght. He only knew that she hadn’t passed out because her fingers slowly curled into the fabric of his coat. Astaroth put an arm around her waist protectively and looked at the drow.
“For her being so expensive you haven’t taken good care of her. She’s almost to weak to walk.”
“We didn’t want her to run away. Besides, she’s an angel, she’ll survive. “
The girl had started to shiver as soon as she heard the voice of the manager.That was it. Astaroth smashed the drow against the far wall of the office, not with his hands, but with sheer power. “ That she’ll survive it, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t matter.”
He turned and walked to the door, bringing the angel with him, or at least that was what he tried for. The girl couldn’t keep up with his pace and staggered weakly. The demon turned to her and picked her up in his arms. He could smell her surprise and sudden fear, so he bend down a bit and told her in Enochian that he was going to bring her somewhere safe and that she didn’t need to be afraid. At first she just froze, unbelieving, but then she slowly relaxed in his arms. Or maybe she had just given up.
“ I’ll send you a check.” he told the drow – still stuck in his office wall – over his shoulder and left.

Outside the building Astaroth’s carriage was still waiting. Actually there where no cars in hell – which was probably part of the whole tormenting concept – but a carriage in hell was not the same on earth, because one, it wasn’t made of wood or so, but of black iron and other metals and two, there weren’t horses in hell either. The arch demon had, of course, the luxury version: black wrought iron lined with gold and- very rare in hell- amber and pearls. It was pulled by four animals that even managed to look vaguely like horses, though only if you strip a horse of its skin, put scales directly over the muscles and lingaments, and then add fangs, horns, claws and wings that must have been huge but had been clipped long ago. You couldn’t tell the color of that horse-thing, because it changed when the light hit it from any different direction, playing from red over cerulean blue to black. In fact, somehow it matched with the pearl decorations of the carriage.
Astaroth carried the angel girl into the carriage and set her on the cushioned seats. She instantly drew her knees to her chest and huddled in the closest corner. The arch demon quickly signaled his servant that he wanted to leave now, and when the carriage started to move he sat back down and leaned forward to the angel.
“ Now, little one, what’s your name?” he asked with a small smile. He had switched completely into Enochian by now. “I know you can understand me, so could you just answer the question ... please? “ I hate pleading for things....
The girl peeked at him over her knees, still cowering in the corner but the tightness in her shoulders had loosened a tiny little bit. She raised a small boned hand and made some quick movements Astaroth recognized as sign language, but couldn’t understand.
“So you are mute? I didn’t know that angels can have such ... flaws. “
He hadn’t meant to anger her, but somehow he’d accomplished it. She sat up more straight and started to shake her head and made more angry hand gestures.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand you. “
Apruptly she stopped her movements, and sighed slowly. Then the angel let a rag that had been covering her neck slide aside and revealed a huge, still fresh, red scar on her neck, just above the hollow where her collar bones met.
Astaroth’s jaw hit the floor. His mind just couldn’t process this information. “Did ... did they do this to you? At the company?” They’re dead. Who ever has done this is just dead. How could they....
They had cut out her larynxes. Doing this to any angel was more than cruel. Doing it to an angel who’s entry nature was based on art and singing in special was murder in slow motion.
The girl waved a hand in front of the arch demon’s face, so that he snapped out of his paralysis. While he was still troubled to understand what happened to her she had scooted closer, obviously trying – and failing – to catch his attention. When he finally looked at her, she started shaking her head and made some ‘downwards’ movement. Actually, Astaroth thought he understood this one.
“ This happened to you while you were still in Deeps? “
She nodded, the tiniest shadow of a smile on her face, and something inside her eyes sparked with it. Somehow she seemed to be less of a lost cause to him now than just a second ago. A part of him was relieved, but another part of him was already screaming at him to find the bastards that did this to her and kill them. Kill them all. But not now, there are other priorities at the moment.
His small success in understanding her motivated Astaroth to try for her name again.
“ Could you try to spell your name letter by letter for me? “
The angel gave a small shrug and stared to make rapid hand movements again.
“No, no. Slower. You’re way to fast for me to understand. “ She shrugged again and repeated her movements, very slowed down this time, while the high demon watched her closely and tried to get her name.
“ Chesediel? “ Though he was quite sure that he got it right, he still made it a question. Obviously he’d been right, because Chesediel nodded and that tiny shadow of a smile appeared on her face again. He smiled back at her and just started to say something when the carriage came to a stop and the driver opend the door.
They were in front of a building that looked like the tower of a Gothic cathedral, complete with stained glass windows and gargoyles, but was about five times higher.
The arch demon slid halfway out of the carriage, then turned back and lifted Chesediel out with him. She seemed to be rather impressed with the architecture. Or at least she was gapping at it.
Nice to know that architect wasn’t for naught. Would have been a shame to blow so much money for nothing.
“ Well, Chesediel, welcome to my home. “he told her smirking and went inside.

The entrance hall was about 30 feet high and made entirely of marble. It was lit by a huge crystal chandelier that sent little sparkle effects all over the floor. If it haden’t been for that pattern inceased in the floor, it could have been a luxurious hotel lobby. The pattern seemed to be made of jewels and semi-precious stones and showed a battle scene from the War, detailed from the tormented expressions of the fallen demon soldiers to the anatomically correct torn bodies. As Astaroth walked over the pattern – still carrying Chesediel – she couldn’t help to notice that even if the theme of the picture was bloody, the work itself was excellent and worth heaven. At least if the creativity behind it could be put into more peaceful directions. </b>
A soft ringing made her look up again and she realized that while she was thinking about the mosaic on the floor, the archdemon had carried her trough the entry hall and now they were standing in front of a lift, which the doors had just opened to. The demon stepped inside and the doors closed again.
“ You liked that mosaic? I couldn’t help but noticing that you were staring at it the whole time. “ Astaroth expected some short answer like a nod, – what the girl did – but she also added some hand movement he couldn’t decipher. Huh, I really need to read up that book again. For the life of me I can’t understand her.
Seeing his uncomprehending expression, Chesediel sighed and waved the whole thing off. Duh, this is just... </b> Normally Chesediel didn’t feel the need to curse – not that angels were allowed to anyway – but since the day she had woken up in Deeps she had felt like saying ‘fuck’ all the time. This must be hell’s bad influence on me. But I’ll be out of here soon anyway. I just bet everyone is already searching for me. </b>
The moment they had reached their destination and got out of the lift, they were in what appeared to be a huge loft. Directly across the room was a window that took up the whole wall and looked over all the buildings, so that the view was totally unobstructed. Chesediel couldn’t help but notice that the swirling, red and black dimly lit clouds outside looked beautiful.

Astaroth looked around the loft, searching. Where is she? Oh, wait, is it Wednesday yet? Ah yes of course, Marlice is gone grocery shopping. Oh well... Or she’s just siting in her room listening to some opera via headset. I’ll better take a look, I’m just at a loss what to do with this angel.
The arch demon sighed inwardly, walked over to the sofa, and sat the angel down there.
“I’ll be back soon, I’ll just look for my housekeeper, she’s gotta be somewhere here. “ he told her while prying his coat free of the girl’s fingers. Chesediel haden’t even realized that she was still clunching the poor fabric to death in her hands.
When the demon had finally freed his clothing he turned and walked off, with the angel watching him.
I wonder if he’s a half-blood. He’s just way too nice to be a full demon. </b> Chesediel had always pictured demons to be mean, feelingless creatures who had horns, red skin, tails and were just generally ugly. And way too pretty as well. Wait, did I just think this? Hell is just having a reeaallly bad influence on me, that’s it. Him, pretty... mhpf, no way. </b>

A minute later the demon leaned in the door frame of his housekeeper’s room.
I’d take a photo of that if she wouldn’t rip my head off then.
Marlice had indeed her earpieces in and was listening to her beloved operas, and while doing so she stood in front of her mirror and acted like a opera diva on ‘mute’ mode. Not that Astaroth wanted to complain about the missing sound.
I should really intervene before she starts singing out loud. Her voice is the first audio mass destruction weapon ever invented.
He walked across the room in full knowledge that he was about to become the cause - and victim- of one of the legendary screaming fits of his housekeeper. He gently tapped her on the shoulder, which just surprised the hell out of her. She jumped, turned, ripped her earpieces out, and was just about to slap him when he caught her hand.
“Astaroth, you better have a goddamn good excuse for what you’ve just done, or I’ll rip this arm of yours off and beat you to death with it.” scowled Marlice at him.
She was only 5’ 3’’ and a human soul dammed to hell but the arch demon didn’t have the slightest doubt that his housekeeper would make this threat come true.
He raised his hands, soothing – or at least that was what he hoped for – and said “Ok, here’s the short version: Luc’s been sending me off for elvens, instead I got an angel. She’s mute, carnivorous, abused, her name’s Chesediel and now she’s sitting in the living room. “ The demon had rushed it , so that Marlice didn’t even get the chance to yell at him before she had heard it all. Appearently his tactic had worked cause she just looked at him blinking for a moment or two, trying to process all that information.
“ Did you say carnivorous? “ Marlice thought that she had misunderstood her employer on that one.
“Yes, I did. In fact, she is even cannibalistic, which is why I haven’t taken her directly to Luc.”
The housekeeper blinked some more, then: “Are you crazy?!?! Bringing some psychopathic, cannibalistic angel in to my house?!? How could you do this?!! What were you thinking? Oh wait, she’s pretty so your hormones were thinking. I can’t deal with that now, it’s hard enough to kept a house clean when you’re living in it! Bring her to Lucifer he can deal with some small angel girl trying to eat him. “
Astaroth had taken two steps back during Marlice’s rant. No need to tempt her into punching me.
There was certainly a reason why Marlice and her former employer hadn’t gotten around too well. The last employer had been respectively Lucifer himself. You just can’t have two persons this dominant in one household with no one giving an inch. They had broken up after some last big screaming contest that had already become a legend among all the other employees of Hell’s ruler and his friends as well. Even before that they had been constantly butting heads, because Marlice kept tiding up all of Lucifers private rooms while he kept telling her to stay out of his bedroom, kitchen and office.
Astaroth had just needed one day to understand that he had exactly two possibilities : he could surrender to Marlice and her priorities or he could have the glorious knock-out fight with her. He had chosen option one, mainly because he was pretty sure that he would lose the fight, no matter how strong he was. His housekeeper was just this determined.
Meanwhile Marlice had calmed down enough that he thought he could try again.
“ Marli, the girl is more dead than alive. Please, can you at least look at her before you kick her out of the house? She’s absolutely helpless. Just take a look. Please. “ She was actually the only person apart from his boss that got a ‘Please’ out of him.
The woman sighed in defeat. Hard to say no to him when he’s asking so sweetly. </u> “Yeah, I’ll take a look at her. Content with that? “
This sentence got her a brilliant fang-flashing smile from the arch demon. “ More than content. You know your my sweety. “ He kissed her on the cheek and went to the living room again.

Chesediel was still sitting where he had left her. Before he could say anything to her, he heard a soft gasp behind him, then a very concerned looking Marlice hurried past him to the girl.
“ Oh darling, was has happened to you? “ Marlice had bowed down to meet her eyes and was talking to her. “ Can you walk? “ When she received a nod for that, she helped Chesediel up. “I’ll take you to the bathroom, we’ll clean you up, and then you’ll get something to eat. You look like you’ve been starved for two weeks straight. “
If you only knew how right you are. </b>
Before they both vanished around a corner, the housekeeper turned to Astaroth. “ I prepared dinner for you, it’s in the kitchen, help yourself. And call Lucifer. “
A lazy grinn made its way to the demon’s face. Marlice could be a bit troublesome from time to time but she still made the best food in Hell.
He picked up the phone and went to the kitchen. There was a plate standing on the oven.
Oh, goodies, gargoyle steak! Always my favorite.
Astaroth was grinning even wider now, when he got himself a fork and a knife and sat down at the table. He was one of the few males that were able to multi-task so he could cut the meat and dial Lucifer’s phone number at the same time.
It ringed two times before someone picked up.
“Hello, this is the office of His Darkness, how can I help you? “ the voice was male and sounded forced to cheerfulness.
“ Sam, is that you? “ the arch demon was a little stunned. What was Samael, a high ranking fallen angel doing on the phone?
“Hi Astaroth, yeah it’s me. “ the fake cheerfulness was fully gone by now.
“Why are you playing the secretary? And where is Becci? “ he asked.
“I’m getting punished because I tried to play with the secretary. She told Luc that I ‘molested’ her, and now Luc has given her two paid weeks off and I’m doing her work.” Samael sounded down right grumpy now. “ And if you dare to laugh now, you’ll get hurt. “
The arch demon even managed not to laugh but it took more than effort than he would ever admit to anyone.
“ Could you please put me trough to Luc now? It’s important, and yes I’ll tell you later. “
He heard a sigh two clicks then another voice came on the line.
“Hi Astaroth, Sam mumbled something about this being important. “ The voice was a melodical tenor laced with a seducing purr. If chocolate could speak it would sound like this.
Astaroth really doubted that he would ever get used to Lucifer on the phone. He’d give really good phone sex.
“ Yeah, it is really important. You remember about the]firm you sent me to to find some elvens?” Then he told hell’s ruler the whole story, including the part with Marlice in one unbroken rush of speech.
When he had finished there were two minutes of dead silence on the other end of the phone.
“Luc, are you still there? “
“Sure, sure, I just needed some time to catch up with all the stuff you said. “ This time the voice sounded a little strained.
“Go ahead Luc, laugh it up, I can hear you grinning anyway.” The arch demon sighed into the phone while his boss just burst into laughter. It was a good laugh, rich and clear, almost innocent. That’s how he must have sounded when he was still in heaven. Two minutes later, Lucifer had finally gotten over it.
“Ok, here’s the plan, “ plan sounded very good to Astaroth, “ I’ll make some calls, ask some people and try to find out how your angel had come to hell in the first place. And while I’m doing this you keep her, take care of her, you know what I mean, right? “
“Yeah, I do, but ... “
Lucifer interrupted him. “Good then it’s settled. I’ll call you, then. “
“Hey, wait! “ But the fallen angel had already hung up.
The arch demon was staring at the bipping phone in his hands. Great, just fucking great.