Who: Melchom and Mammon never_enough When: Thursday Night/Friday Morning, May 14th-15th Where: Lucifer's Lux What: Bitch boys have their uses.
Hell sucked.
But it sucked far more when there was a pissed off Hell King (or Queen, whatever the fuck it decided to be that week) rampaging about. Melchom had expected his mistress to burst out of the Pit at the first given chance, but instead she lingered below, allowing her anger to smolder dangerously while she sat amidst the destruction she had caused. He had been wise enough to avoid her those first days, remaining just far enough to avoid injury, yet close enough to hear when she had calmed enough to call for him.
And then he waited. There were some times when she would confide in him with things she had in mind, but this trip below, there were far more silences then there were conversations.
So when she called to him and said that it was time to return to the mortal world above, Melchom breathed a small sigh of relief that maybe things weren't going to as bad as he thought. They reemerged in the city of the immortals, only to find it was as though the entirety of Hell's population hadn't been forcibly kicked downstairs, or that nothing out of the ordinary had even happened.
There were a few uneasy days of watching and waiting. The demon stood by as she made a handful of terse phone calls, snapping with no little amount of irritation at whatever poor unfortunate soul happened to be on the other end of the line. He kept to himself as best he could those days, hunched over his laptop and working to catch up on the news and figures that had sat idle in their absence. Any time away from her business with the oil slick given life was always troublesome to catch up with, and corporate accountants and what not aside, Melchom had his fingers dredged deep into Exxon's figures as much as he did in Hell's coffers. Especially with all of the noise in light of the ruckus down south, there was more than enough to hold his attention while Mammon skulked around.
But then came the order that they were going out. His mistress was eerily devoid of anything that gave away what was going on behind the polished veneer as they both disappeared from their position in some penthouse she had procured, reappearing a split second later on top of one of the many storied buildings that New York had to offer. A dark brow quirked in amusement as he recognized the property across the street. He watched silently as Mammon strolled to the edge of the building before flopping herself down so that her legs dangled in the night air.
"Burn it down."
Three words that left no room for disobedience, punctuated with the sound of metal on metal before a small flame illuminated her face long enough for the end of her cigar to catch. Bowing his head in acquiescence, a soft swirl of smoke signaled his disappearance.
Inside of Lux, the demon took a long pull of a particularly good scotch even as he casually slung bottle after bottle about the room. There wasn't a surface within the piano bar that escaped the dousing, and extra care was taken to saturate the piece de resistance. There was only a brief pause in his actions when a soft request was whispered into his mind from his audience above, but soon enough the club was saturated from the well stocked bar. Melchom moved quickly about his task, not only to please his mistress, but the longer they lingered, the greater the risk that it's illustrious owner would return to roost, and that was a confrontation that he could well do without. He was no fool. If the Morning Star had been in residence, there would have no way they could have breached the club's defenses, or at least no way he could have managed on his own.
The requested souvenirs were tucked safely within a pocket and the demon checked his handiwork once more. Plenty of accelerants to leave behind for a mortal trace, and all that was left was for him to lay a hand on the alcohol drenched piano. A small mental tick later and his Hellfire reached out to engulf the entire building, seeking out every nook and cranny from ceiling to floor. Satisfied, a split second later found him back on the roof top as the fire lit up the early morning sky in a false dawn. Mammon nodded her head in acknowledgment as her minion held out the collection of ivory and ebony piano keys that she had requested.
Well pleased by his efforts, she patted the concrete beside her so that they could enjoy the fruits of his labor. As the night faded into morning, the two demons watched the fire trucks arrive en masse to try and contain the blaze, but every time the mortals thought they had things under control, a fresh wave of Hellfire would cause a new flare up prolonging their amusement until only a charred and smoldering foundation of Lux remained. Only then did Mammon rise, and with another silent nod to her minion, the two took their leave and went to prepare for the trip back down to Texas.