Ereshkigal’s messenger came again. This time threatening to arrest Nergal. They had seen through his disguise. He wasn’t surprised. His Ereshkigal was a brilliant woman. She was not going to be fooled by a shave and a hair cut.
Nergal was not about to let some small god lay a hand on him. He asked his father to let him handle the matter. He could just go with the messenger and end it all that easily. But she had demanded his presence. As if she had dominion over him. He smiled, thinking of her spirit. He did love that about her. She was an unstoppable force. But even she could not command him. Though it would be fun for her to try.
Gods, how he wanted that woman.
Nergal stopped cowering and he stopped cringing. He stood up and approached Namtar with pride. “You tell your mistress that if she wants me, I will be coming. And I will take what is hers for my own,” he said, practically growling the last words.
He turned from the messenger and called for his Sebitti, his seven demon soldiers. He did not really have a plan for what he would do yet. He just knew that he would not be allowed past the gates again without a fight. Seven gates, seven Sebitti. Leaving her for him. He would have her.