Lake of Fire
Contrary to the beliefs of most mortals, the depths of Hell were well and truly ice-covered. The only screams here were the shrieks of the piercing wind stabbing through the frozen souls of the damned.
For the sake of his extremities, the visiting demon clothed himself in black jeans, black boots, and a black shirt with a snow-white duster covering all but his dirtied wings.
The Devil was in a brooding mood. When he was like that, he usually leaned back in an uncomfortable black chair, his feet propped up by the frozen body of Judas. His eyes would be fixed upward, thinking only God knew what, his eyes two soulless holes set deep in his fallen Angel's face, their sheer intensity trying to see past his unholy empire to the vast beauty of Heaven. This was how the demon found him. Though usually an extremely impatient creature – patience being the least of the virtues he didn't possess – he was not foolish enough to rush Lucifer.
"Why are you not in the pit assigned to you, demon?" Said monster – whose eyes had been staring with awe at the speaker's black as pitch wings draped restlessly over the edges of the chair – immediately looked up before fixing his gaze to the left of him. The Devil stirred edgily.
"I've come to ask a favor, my lord." At the edge of his vision, he saw the Devil's gaze lower to him and one of his eyebrows cock.
"Oh really? And what might this favor be?" The demon's jaw tightened at the condescending tone, but he kept his voice neutral.
"There is a soul I wish to corrupt. She is the niece of the priest who exorcised me some years ago, and I wish to break both of them in one fell swing. I ask that you allow me to leave my pit until I either accomplish my goal or am cast back into Hell." The demon kept his features in a careful mask of hatred and malevolence directed at the aforementioned priest. If he showed even the slightest emotion aside from this, the Devil would tear him apart.
The front legs of the chair drove deeply into the frozen flash of Judas with a sickening crunch, and Lucifer licked his lips hungrily at the anguished cry that emerged from the human's tortured soul. The fiend, though cast eternally from the Lord's grace long before this human was born, felt a thrill of disgust and hatred pass through him at the sight of the second biggest traitor in the universe. The first, of course, was Lucifer himself.
"So you want to go topside to 'corrupt a soul.' Hmm…but who will oversee the Thieves' Pit if you're up there?" The demon had forgotten that the Devil absolutely hated anyone but himself leaving Hell. Lucifer rose from his seated position and slowly approached the demon. Even the howling winds and the moaning giants quieted when he rose.
"Asmodeus, my lord. It's well known that he resents my post there an would gladly take my place for as long as possible." The Fallen Angel placed himself less than a foot away from the demon – who had to forcibly repress the shudder that wanted to crawl up his spine.
The demon almost winced at the smirk he saw spread across the Devil's features.
"Oh? What happens if, once you return, he does not want to relinquish control of the pit back to you?" The demon allowed a small smile to grace his hard mouth.
"Then he will pay for it dearly, my lord." The Devil's smirk widened.
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A/N: I wanted to write something different. I wanted to take my ideas of what Hell looks like and combine it with the various ideas I've accumulated over the years from assorted books and movies, and this is what came out. I'm not really sure this belongs here, but since it has Satan and Judas in it (this small selection of the long story I actually wrote) I figured I'd post it and see what people thought of it.