Chapter 16

Valentino's Porn Studio

"I have them both in my dungeon, my lord," Valentino said into the phone.

"Good," Lucifer said on the other end. "Now, bring them to me."

"Would it be permissible to wait until later?" the demon lord asked. "A storm is brewing, and we all know how lightning is in Hell."

"Well, fine. I hate damaged goods. Just get them over here once the storm passes."

"Yes, my lord."

Valentino turned off the phone and placed it in his pocket. One of his assistants walked up to him.

"Would you like me to get the women ready for Lucifer?" she asked.

"No need," Valentino replied. "We'll be keeping them, for now."

"Will Lucifer permit that?"

"He'll have to, if he wants to see his precious daughter again."

He stood by the window, looking at the rapidly growing storm outside. Storms could grow quite fast in Hell, but this seemed to be a little too fast.

"Jenny?" he said.

"Yes, sir?" the assistant asked.

"Get the girls ready. I'd like them to star in my next film."


They stripped them naked. They didn't care how much they threatened them, how much they pleaded, how much they resisted. They just cared that they did what Valentino wanted, and that was strip Charlie and Vaggie naked.

"Did they touch you anywhere?" Vaggie asked worriedly.

"Nothing unnecessary or inappropriate," her girlfriend replied.

Vaggie hugged herself and sat against the cold wall. She wasn't bothered by the coldness, she just couldn't handle the stress.

"What's wrong, Vaggie?" Charlie asked.

"This is all my fault," the moth demonness replied, her tears falling from her face. "If I hadn't gone out to drink last night, none of this would have happened."

"Hey." Charlie knelt in front of her girlfriend and placed her hands on her knees. "There's no way you would have seen any of this coming. You dealt with thing in the moment, and that's the best anyone can do."

Vaggie wasn't feeling better. She cried into her arms. Charlie sighed and looked around the cell, looking for anything that could be used to escape or, better yet, cheer her girlfriend up.

Then, she saw it.

"Vaggie, look!" she said excitedly. Vaggie looked where she was pointing, and saw what Charlie saw.

It was a butterfly. It flexed it's red wings gently before taking off to fly closer to the couple. It landed on Vaggie's knee.

"It's so pretty," Charlie whispered, trying not to scare it away. Vaggie slowly moved her hand in front of the butterfly, who hopped onto her hand. Vaggie gently caressed it's wings with her free hand.

"I wonder what it's thinking," Charlie wondered.

"He wants us to know not to lose hope," Vaggie replied, using her inborn moth abilities to read the butterfly's mind. "He wants us to keep our chins up, because no one could possibly know when their next big break could happen."

The butterfly hopped onto Charlie's nose, his eyespots covering her eyes. She held completely still, until a gust of wind took the butterfly away. It flew outside the cell's window, where the storm was getting progressively worse.

"Will the cell flood?" Charlie wondered.

"Let's not worry about that yet," Vaggie said. "Let's worry about each other, for now."

Charlie smiled and laid down in Vaggie's lap. Vaggie smiled and stroked her girlfriend's hair, hoping that Trevor knew of their situation.


"Now, let's move on to the weather," Tom Trench said on the TV. "Billy?"

"Yes, Tom, there's a massive storm brewing in Pentagram City, today," the anchor said. "We believe that, if it doesn't stop growing, it will develop into a hurricane. If that happens, I suggest you stay inside so you don't get your panties wet!"

Valentino diverted his attention outside, where the rain was smacking against the window like bullets. If there was a hurricane, everyone would have to retreat downstairs to the more stable levels.

"Sir?" Jenny said. "Your latest shipment of sex toys is here."

"Good," Valentino replied. "Put them in storage, for now."

"Yes, sir."

As Jenny left, the demon lord thought about his situation with Lucifer and the Princess. Things would be really dicey if he didn't play his cards right.

His thoughts were interrupted by a massive tremor. The entire building shook and creaked, like something huge had landed on the ground nearby.

"What the fuck was that?!" he yelled in surprise.

The tremors subsided, but he was too shaken to remain upstairs. He was going down to the first floor, now.


The delivery van pulled into the employee's lot, where the doors were for dropping off deliveries. Sometimes it was repairs for the sets, other times it was live kidnapping victims, but today, it was just plain old sex toys.

The driver stopped the van just outside the doors. He made sure to keep the van a decent distance away, so the employees could get out and help him.

A tremor shook the ground and jarred the driver. He stayed in the van until the shaking subsided. He thought it was just a really intense lightning strike, but it was far worse than he thought.

"Alright, let's get this done," he muttered to himself. "I don't want to be too soaked."

He left the van and approached the door. He was about to knock on the door, but a low hiss caught his attention. He turned around, and just as he turned, he saw a vicious red eye open.

A scream was all that could be heard before the van crushed the driver's body, barring the doors and removing the chance of escape from these exits.


"Sir?" Jenny said as she followed Valentino down the extravagant stairs. "We seem to have a problem."

"What's that?" the lord asked.

"The delivery doors are blocked. The delivery van is blocking bay 2, and the rest are blocked by employee cars."

"What about the emergency exits?"

"The frames are bent. We can't open them."

"The main entrances?"

"The side ones are blocked by cars, and last I checked, the front doors are the only way out."

"Not anymore," an imp said as he heard Jenny talk about the front doors. "A semi truck is blocking the doors. We're locked in here."

"I need to call Lucifer," Valentino muttered.

"The phones aren't working, either," the imp added. "The storm is corrupting the signals."

"Is anything working in this place?!" Valentino yelled.

"The air conditioners are perfectly functional..." the imp began listing.

The demon lord ignored the imp and went down to the lobby. His employees were panicking and chattering amongst themselves. Valentino would have joined them, if it wasn't his responsibility to assure them of the situation.

"Alright, everyone!" he called out over the chattering. "Do not panic! We just have to wait until the storm passes! Everything will be OK!"

A deep, throaty laugh followed Valentino's assuring speech. The entire lobby turned to face a young demon.

"How can you be so sure?" the boy asked in a voice that echoed throughout the room. "The storm will only get worse, and the people in this room will die, unless the source gets what it desires."

"And what does it desire?" a demon in the crowd asked.

"Two prisoners," the boy replied. "Two women, kidnapped by the owner of this whorehouse, and awaiting their most unfavorable fate."

"How do you know this?" Valentino asked, slightly upset at the boy's accusations.

"Because the source is in this very room."

The lights went out. Everyone cried out in surprise. The darkness was only kept at bay by the faint light from outside.

"Someone, get that boy, and bring him to me!" Valentino ordered.

Several phone lights turned on as the demons wielding them searched for the intruder. However, the boy was gone. Long gone.

"Where is he?" a demon wondered.

A growl answered his question. It came from outside, and was heard over the sound of heavy rain.

"What the hell was that?" Valentino wondered.

He walked down the stairs and up to the front door. He tried to see past the semi truck, but only saw a city drenched in rain.

And one big red eye.

"Oh, shit!"