“Damn that Poisonous. She has gone completely soft under the influence of the Light. Who ever heard of two demons being in love with each other? It’s not only absurd, it’s a positive blight on all who call themselves dark angels.”
Fuming for several minutes, ranting curses, and burning holes in everything around him, even the expensive desk in his office, his anger would not abate. Finally, he looked at his personal aide, and snarled, “Get me Dark Death. I have a mission for him. Be sure he comes at once, or I will send you both to Hell immediately.”
The aide bowed low, said, “Yes sire,” and left in haste.
A few brief moments later, the aide, and Dark Death bowed low before him.
“What may I do for you, my Lord?”
He answered, spitting out the hatred filled words with the fierceness of napalm, burning everything they touched. “What you may do for me, fool, is eliminate the thorn in my side named Poisonous. I want her dead, and her spirit in Hell forever. Do you understand me?” His glare blistered with equal ferocity as his words.
“Yes, my Lord. Right away.” Dark Death bowed low again, and took off towards earth, aiming for Washington, D.C.
“He’d better succeed, or there will be more than just Poisonous in Hell…”
For the first time that day, his face suddenly brightened. “Oh, this is delicious. Before we sacrifice the lamb, we need to fatten her up a bit. He turned to his aide again.
“Alert the seven spirits of murder and violence to indwell a particularly unsavory soul, and have them encounter Ms. Poisonous. Do it quickly!”
“At once, my Lord”
* * *
Poisonous and Snakebite flew over the western part of the city towards the church building on the corner of 16th and P Streets, N.W. The congestion in the streets of the city had dissipated, leaving only a remnant of the commuters travelling in their cars. A few pedestrians crawled the street like small squadrons of ants. Some of the locals and even the suburbanites gathered in clubs, restaurants or special interest groups. The rest disappeared into the Subway stations, using the Metro train, and perhaps the commuter trains that left from Union Station to head to their homes.
Poisonous looked over at Snakebite, flying beside her.
“Say, Snakebite: do you know who of interest will be attending this meeting? I’ve heard that Politically Correct, the Prince of D.C. will be heading the meeting.”
“I know of no one else of importance, although occasionally some messenger from Lucifer arrives and gives a ‘pep talk.’”
She nodded her acknowledgement, and continued towards the meeting. As they got nearer, she could feel the heavy, dark cloud that arose from a large crowd of demons, hanging like a pall in the early autumn evening. Moments later, she and Snakebite landed, and walked into the hall through the front doorway, as landing in the middle of a large crowd of demons might cause one to land on top of one of them. The main foyer was brightly lit, although no human souls indwelled the place. The lights in the main auditorium of this church had been extinguished. She found the darkness comforting, and allowed her senses to be on extra keen, especially her sense of smell, and perception of emotion. All the emotion in the building reeked of anger and murder and she felt right at home.
As she and Snakebite walked towards the main auditorium, a rather sharply dressed, yet menacing dark spirit, walked up to them. “Please. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Dark Death, and as my name implies, I’m a Spirit of Murder and Hatred. I take great pleasure in causing the demise of human flesh, and on occasion, other dark spirits who have strayed away from the darkness.”
Poisonous hoped the Light she had been exposed to did not emit a strong odor. She could smell it very faintly in herself, but did not get too close to Dark Death, and planned not to do the same with other dark spirits this evening.
“Nice to meet you, Dark Death. I’m Poisonous, of the Lust Nymphs. I not only encourage humans to engage in meaningless relationships, but I also lead them astray from the Light.”
Dark Death turned towards Snakebite, and shook his hands. “And you are…?”
“Snakebite, sir. I am sent to be sure that Poisonous is affected as little as possible by The Light where she lives. She, of course, would not have chosen this, but it seems that Lord Yehovah had ordered it.”
Dark Death turned to her. “So why would you want to live on Earth to begin with?” His eyes fastened onto hers, expressionless.
“Well, I decided that being an undercover agent on Earth among humans would be a more effective strategy to ruin there lives. I could cause damage right under their noses, so they wouldn’t even suspect what was going on. You know how followers of The Light rebuke dark spirits when they suspect foul play. However, if I appear human to them, they will be less suspecting, unless, of course, they have powers like ours.”
“But do they catch on to you?” Dark Death asked. “They have all sorts of sophisticated security cameras, and technology to keep up with just about anybody and anything.”
“Yes, they do. But I make sure I disable those cameras whenever I suspect they are nearby.”
“I understand, but humans these days are very smart. They have more cameras in more places than most beings know of. You must be very careful when you are in human form.”
His stare still stayed fixed on hers, steely coldness piercing into her like a two very sharp icicles. She suspected he knew more about her than he let on, and that Lucifer wanted to eliminate her, but she pushed those thoughts aside, and decided it was time to
