BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who:Lucie and Euryale
Where: Lucie's office/throne room in Hell
When: Thursday Morning

Lucie was sitting in her throne room/office watching her huge flat screen HD plasma TV. She was flipping channels on the different goings ons on earth. Azrael was off in one of the circles making sure that the minions were doing their jobs.

Euryale dressed in her usual business suit and dark glasses that completely covered her eyes, entered the room and stood behind Lucie, and coughed politely. Euryale had once been one of the gorgons - her sister, Medusa, was far more famous than her in the mortal minds, and far more beautiful in Euryale's mind. And her 'hair', snakes, writhed and hissed softly. "Ma'am, I have papers for you to sign."
Lucie paused the TV and turned to her. "Which ones are these?"
"The ones for updating the front gates to be compatible with our computer systems." Heaven might use a book, but Hell got all the computer programmers and geeks.
"Right, that means having them fully redone...” She sighed. The gates were ancient, but perfect black marble.
"The work crews would like permission to get black diamond for the new set. However, may I suggest you take the original gates for your personal palace?"

Lucie smiled. "Have the boys put up the original ones at the palace then." She signed the paper.
"Yes, ma'am. And the black diamond? Or should I firmly suggest using an alternative building material?"
"Black diamond, anything else?" She asked.
"The Frost situation, ma'am." Euryale raised an eyebrow above her glasses.

The TV clicked off sharply and she now had Lucie's full attention. "What about it?" She asked turning in her chair.
"We have her back on our radar." The gorgon said dryly. "She's caused serious chaos in LA, drawing a major concentration of slayers and watchers to the area. She's destroyed a family of psychics except for the oldest male and youngest female - the latter she's been ... er... raising. Probably destroyed any kind of mind the child had." She handed over a manila file folder. "The details, ma'am."
Lucie took the folder, but didn't open it. "Remind me why all of this is not good for me again?"

Euryale rolled her eyes, since they couldn't be seen. But she did manage to suppress a sigh. "Balance. While there's balance, the Host stay out of our affairs. She happens to be tipping them. Especially with the rather wide swath of destruction she previously caused, harassing the slayers, etcetera." Lucie sighed dramatically. "Fine find her and bring her here then."

"Er... there's a problem there, ma'am."
Lucie was starting to get annoyed. "What?"
"She used the child to form a contract. Until the contract is either fulfilled or rendered void, she can't be summoned back. And if she's killed to drag her demonic soul back here, it'll attract more attention then if we just let her stay."

"I didn't mean get her back here permantly, I meant for a meeting." Lucie explained as though talking to a small child.
"She can't be summoned back." Euryale used the same tone. She could get away with it - maybe one of only two people who could. "Do you suppose she'd come under request?"
"Make it worth her while." Lucie said as she created a fire ball out of thin air.

"Yes, ma'am. There's a mage on the strip in the city that can open the gate. She'll gripe about it, but she's a neutral so she'll probably agree to do so as long as she gets paid."
"Great then get it done." Lucie said as she turned back to the TV.
"Shall I get you some coffee, ma'am? Or something stronger?"

"Whiskey and get whoever my next appointment is."
"Your schedule is cleared for the next two hours, ma'am. You work," she said in a scolding voice, "far too hard for far too long."
The fire ball hit the wall across the room, as Lucie turned to her. "Then get me Azrael."

She didn't look particularly afraid of the fireball. "Yes, ma'am. Though my comment still stands." And she turned to exit.
Lucie sighed and looked back at the TV to see if there were any desperate souls that'd be willing to make a deal, or someone she could just toy with.