FFM4: Hell's Angel
Baal was tired. Of all the things she could do, she had gone and become a Prince of Hell. That wasn't as difficult as she had initially thought, but then she'd gone and flown through the ranks. It was weird to have an office over looking the Fields of Punishment- the very office she had been reporting to for centuries, but she couldn't complain about the view.
She could, however, put her pristine boot through some poor sod's face if they ever referred to her as Hell's angel again. It had happened earlier, a horrible way to kick off her day, and Baal had broken Leviathan's nose for such a comment. Unfortunately, the nickname appeared to be catching on. She was the only female Prince, after all.
Baal sighed and slumped into her chair. Perhaps she'd carve up some pathetic excuse for a soul later, and make them beg for mercy. That would definitely make her feel better, if anything. But those souls always gave in far too fast for her liking. Maybe she'd string up Leviathan instead. Now that was an idea she was rather fond of.
How to trap him, though. That would prove to be the problem, as Leviathan was keen on slithering his way out of trouble. It was a generally irritating habit of his that she'd come across a multitude of times. And yet, he never seemed to learn-
Perhaps torture wasn't the particular course of action she was after. Why torture the tormentor when you could do so much more up close and personal...
She really needed to stop hanging around the caged souls of the Cahyadi couple, Wisdom and Virtue. They gave her ideas that she would have never thought of, sure, but they could claim credit for the ideas and she'd never hear the end of it.. Baal had heard that they'd spawned, the awful creatures that they were. Two girls, and sure enough they were both on Hell's radar when she'd looked. Lucifer and the boss had a particularly keen interest in them, she'd discovered, though the reason was still unknown to her.
Baal had seen Luci all but drag the older of the two- Deceit, was it?- across the very Fields of Punishment she was overlooking, and then he'd just let her go.
Lucifer, and his god awfully short temper and lust for less than suitable women, had let the girl go without a problem. He's looked positively miserable afterwards, but she didn't think he was unhappy over letting her go. No, it was more along the lines of fighting the fire breathing skeletons in his closet with toothpicks and firecrackers. It was rather obvious to her that he had all the pretty problems in the world, and a couple not so pretty ones to match. Lucifer was bad at masking his more jaded side, and drowning himself in vices never seemed to work too well for him, let alone pair well with his early morning shifts at the gate.
Penance, he'd once called it. She never did figure out exactly what Lucifer did to deserve such self-penance, but then again Baal didn't really care. It was none of her business, and she often had to remind herself of it. Everyone had their own personal demons, and she wasn't exempt either. It had taken decades to get where she was, and some of the decisions regarding it hadn't been pretty ones, or even remotely easy ones to make.
Still, she wouldn't trade her position for much. Baal looked out her window again, and frowned as she saw Peyton stomping towards her tower, with Satan trying desperately to keep his elder brother from reaching the aforementioned tower. She clicked her tongue in displeasure.
What she wouldn't give for the two of them to be drowned in the river Styx, that was a much better question. The pair were lackluster daemons at best, unhappy after the most recent uprising in Hell had landed them on their faces and at the very bottom of the metaphorical food chain. They were a plague to whichever thing they fancied or so much as touched, and Baal wanted nothing more than to squish them under her boot like the very fleas they were.
"BAAL." Peyton's voice sounded like a battle cry as it crossed the Fields of Punishment, slamming against her windows with an impressive but not surprising amount of force. Peyton had made harassing her a weekly endeavor, and his disastrous outlook was spreading through the ranks. Peyton damn near refused to take an order from a women, even if she could end him.
Consequently, she wasn't allowed to end him, as per Setekh's most recent request. It was never good business to anger the god of darkness and chaos, so she had made that horrid mistake of assuring a god other than her patron that she would not end that particular flea's life. It was a stupid and rash promise, but it was one that she was held to at damn near all times.
She quickly made reservations at Gehanna's for the night, before sighing and going down to meet them on the steps of her tower. Baal didn't want their presence to soil her pristine office, and knowing them, that would have very well been one of their aims. She did not know why Satan was stalking after his brother today, nor did she really care. Baal would much rather take a branding iron to their more sensitive places. After sending Sekmet a quick prayer for patience, she continued down the stairs towards them. Today just was not her day, it seemed.
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