Week Three. Hell.
Warmth, not a burning sensation or something similar, is what met the Wretch as he regained consciousness. How long had he'd been out? It was impossible to know, though he guessed it had to be at least a couple of days or even a week. But as seconds became minutes, his vision slowly returning, allowing him to see through his visor, he was surprised to find he wasn't in Urdak nor a place unfamiliar to him.
"This...is my home..." He muttered, slowly pulling himself into an upright position.
Looking intently at his surroundings to be sure it was real, the longer he studied the environment, the more positive he was that this was his den.
"How...am I back here?..." He questioned.
"I believe I can answer that." A familiar voice suddenly spoke, coming from behind him.
Turning around as quickly as he could, which unfortunately was slow due to his current state, the Wretch saw the creator himself standing within his domicile.
"Creator...why are you here?..." Was the Wretch's first question, as he assumed, it would lead to a domino chain of answers.
"If you'll recall, I told both you and Samur that I would be visiting Abaddon to check on them. But when I did, I was met with a discovery that made me stay for a week." He replied.
"Oh...right...I remember you sending a message back to Samur and me informing us of your continued absence..." The Wretch said as the fog that filled his mind slowly cleared, "But...if my memory does not fail me...you never told us the exact reason..." He added.
"You are correct. I didn't say because I wanted it to be a big surprise for everyone once we got this whole mess sorted. But then you had to go and get yourself in trouble." Vega told him, though he did so in his usual passive tone and not one of anger or disappointment.
"Forgive me, creator. But I truly was the only appropriate choice, if we sent Samur, one of the drones or angels, or sent a simple machine through the portal who knows what it could have caused." He explained while bowing his head.
"Oh no, there's no need for you to apologize, Wretch. Your reasoning is entirely sound." Vega assured, "And even if it weren't, I'd expect no less from you and your willingness to sacrifice your well-being for others." He added.
"You've come to know me so well, creator." The Wretch replied as he tilted his head back up, "So, where is Abaddon?" He inquired, curious as to why they weren't here.
"They couldn't stand seeing you in such a state, I'm afraid." Vega said with a sigh, "To be honest, it was also difficult for me to look at you when I pulled you from The Void. Your body was burnt in several locations, with most of them still smoking. From what we could tell, it seems like the Dark One was trying to burn you alive, possibly so he could reclaim your soul to regain some of his power." He explained.
"That makes sense; I am the only demon apart from those who escaped with him who still lives. In addition to being the only traitor, his ranks have ever known." The Wretch replied, "But this brings forward an important question, how did you know what became of me?" He asked.
"Oh come now, Wretch, do you honestly think Samur and the Khans didn't start panicking when you didn't appear after nearly five whole minutes? They reached out to me practically begging to locate you and see if you were alright." Vega answered.
"Even Samur?" He questioned, finding that hard to believe.
"Well...to a certain extent. He was by far the calmest while all seven Khans were an incoherent mess. He was the one who suggested I investigate The Void first." Vega admitted.
"I'd expect no less." He said before trying to get to his feet.
Seeing this, Vega held out a hand for him to grab onto, which the demon gladly accepted.
"Wanting to see Abaddon?" Vega questioned.
"Partially, yes, but I also would like to stop sitting on my ass and use my legs." He replied, which caused the other to laugh.
"Understandable," Vega said as he put his other hand on the demon's shoulder.
Helping him walk across the room to the staircase that'd take them above ground, around a fourth of the way up, he could start walking on his own.
"Creator." He spoke again as something came to mind, "When I was pulled from The Void, I know I felt dirt and grass. But neither of these things exist in Abaddon's domain." He said.
"Well, they do now," Vega replied casually with no further explanation.
"...Would...you care to elaborate?..." He pressed, finding that response quite baffling.
"Abaddon became known as the Angel of The Abyss. Do you know why?" Vega asked.
"Because their circle, unlike any other, was an empty wasteland. Any object or person ethereal or corporeal, would wither to ash instantly. Only they and myself, with their permission, were allowed to exist in this domain." He answered.
"And why pray tell did things turn to ash upon their arrival?" Vega asked.
"Because that is their power. To break down anything, even a person's soul, to its finest components and spread them throughout the realm. They can do this without direct interaction, for again, unlike their siblings, this circle is also them. It is simultaneously an extension of their soul and the soul itself." He answered.
"Very good. Although you lack some important information." Vega said.
"Which is?" He inquired.
"Abaddon's power is not exclusively to dismantle things. That is merely one potential use that is a result of their intent." Vega began as he put his hands behind his back, "You see, of all my children, I bestowed Abaddon with a power similar to mine. Within a space that they make themselves, they have complete control. Not even I can act against their will should they disallow it." He explained.
"Incredible. But would it not be dangerous to bestow such power onto one of your children? What if they ever decided to usurp you or rebelled much how Lucifer did with Gabriel?" The Wretch asked.
"Not a possibility, and it is for two reasons." He replied as he then held up two fingers, "The first is because, as stated, only in the space of their own making do they have complete control. So in Heaven which is of my creation alone, my power is absolute, though I suppose that can apply to most facets of creation." He admitted, "The second is because I trust my children and respect their wishes. At no point in time have I ever imposed my personal feelings or will as authority over them. As I've said many times, to do so would betray the whole purpose of creating sentience. If I wanted them to follow directions to the letter or do as I say without fail, I would've made them puppets, not people." He told him.
"Of course. Forgive my unintentional ignorance." The Wretch apologized, causing the other to chuckle.
"It's quite alright; it is a lot of information to process after all." He assured, "But keeping things on topic, you should know that I gave my children their power only when they formed their identities. As I didn't want them to base who they were as people off of something as trivial as power." He revealed.
"If that's true, then what was it about Abaddon that made you give them the power they received?" The Wretch asked.
"Their boundless imagination. They spent all of their time as a child staring in wonder at the cosmos I was forging. The mortal realm long before any life came to thrive in it where only celestial bodies and an endless array of colors filled the darkness of space. They were so inspired they even based their appearance around it, wanting to be a living representation of the endless possibilities they saw in my work." He answered.
"That must've been a proud moment for you." The Wretch said.
"It was. All of my children were fascinated with what I could make but none more so than Abaddon. And when I gave them a power similar to mine so they could make their dreams and fantasies real, they set to work creating a beautiful paradise." He replied.
"Does that place still exist?" The Wretch asked.
"No, sadly. When the split in our family occurred, Abaddon erased it. But now it seems as though they are giving it a rebirth." He answered as they finally reached the top of the stairs.
Reeling back as a bright shining light assaulted his vision, once the Wretch's sight adjusted what he saw left him speechless. Before you could see endlessly, the only thing to block your view of the vast empty grey-colored wasteland was a few relics from the war or piles of ash that stood at a considerable height. But now it was all different; the ash-covered ground was now full of healthy green grass, the mute sky above was now alive with blue, and the terrain was no longer as flat as a few hills could be discerned. Then, the scenery was filled with trees, blooming flowers, and even a nearby pond.
"Welcome, to The Garden of Eden." Vega declared, a noticeable proud tone laced in his words.
"This...is beautiful..." The Wretch said quietly, "I cannot believe that...this is the same place..." He added.
"Right? Abaddon has done a fantastic job embracing their true self again." Vega replied, continuing to boast about his child, "Though I will say, it might not be possible if you two never met." He admitted.
"I cannot possibly take any credit or praise for this. It is purely Abaddon's work alone." The Wretch argued.
"I disagree. Without you, my child would've been alone this entire time. In addition to that, Gabriel would not have been sent here, which led to both him and Lucifer returning to fetch Abaddon, where they learned of Azrael finally finding romance. And that caused their soul to fill with joy as they and Azrael were always closest to each other." He listed, "My point is Wretch, although there were a few other factors, your place in Abaddon's life was the most important. Whether you choose to accept that fact or not is your choice to make; nevertheless, as their father, I thank you for looking after my child." He said.
"I should be saying that to you, for it is Abaddon who gave me a haven after I abandoned Doom." The Wretch replied before slowly looking towards the creator, "But still, having your gratitude in any form is...one of the most incredible things I could ever hope to obtain. Thank you for giving it to me." He told him.
For the next few seconds, silence came between them, as both enjoyed the thanks they received and the pleasantness of their surroundings.
"...Wait." The Wretch spoke first as yet another thought came to his mind, "Why were you alone in my den? I'd expect Abaddon to come to see me once I started getting better." He said.
"Was wondering when you'd ask that." Vega admitted while looking around them, "They spent this past week making all that you see outside of your den. They wanted you to wake to something pleasant." He revealed, "As for where they are now, they are in Urdak working alongside the Khans and Samur on a new project." He added.
"That...is surprising, to say the least." The Wretch replied, "May I ask what purpose it serves?" He requested.
"Afraid not. They were steadfast that I mustn't share a single detail with you." Vega replied.
"Please, do not tell me it is some kind of gift." He said.
"No, not at all. They didn't want you to be worried about it while you recover, which is exactly what you'll be doing for this week." Vega assured.
"And I'm guessing your presence is to make sure I'll stay put until then?" He asked.
"Bingo," Vega answered, causing him to sigh.
Meanwhile, In Lucifer's Circle...
Lucifer had a very spacious office, big enough to house his desk, two couches, a coffee table between them, a chair in front of his desk, as well as some extras that rested against the wall, a few bookshelves, and a fireplace behind his chair. And even with so much space already claimed by these items, there was plenty of room for people to walk around and move freely. But now, as he sat at his desk, he found that remaining space quickly filled, as his daughter, his wife, his brother, and three demons who had no familial relation to him were there to see him.
"So...I'm guessing all of you want some answers." Lucifer said to start things off.
"No shit, sherlock." Angel Dust replied with his arms crossed as he was one of the demons, while the other two were Katie and Vagatha.
"Which should I give first?" He asked.
"Gee, I dunno, how about where the FUCK Will has been for a fucking week, asshole!?" The spider demon shouted angrily in reply.
"I suppose that would be the best place to start." Lucifer agreed while staying calm, for he and the others had every right to be angry, "As you all know when word got out that Will, or more appropriately the Slayer, might be back in Hell everyone went ape shit. That's why Lilith called me and asked that I have Authorities and the Sentinels stand guard at the hotel and Slayer Studios so the masses wouldn't bother you, or at least not as much." He explained, "Unfortunately, this presented a considerable problem for Will. He couldn't go back to the hotel or his room at Slayer Studios without being seen in this frenzy. So he had to find shelter somewhere that no one would think to search for him." He finished.
"Okay, that does make sense." Katie said, "Still, why hasn't he contacted us? Or rather anyone beyond you?" She questioned.
"Because...where he is staying is going to boil your blood..." He replied.
Letting a lull in the conversation happen for a moment to see if they'd figure it out independently; as all of their eyes shot wide open, he could tell they reached the same conclusion.
"HE'S STAYING WITH HELSA?!" All of them shouted at once, with Gabriel being the only exception as he already knew.
"Yes. And if all you promise that you're not going to try and kill me, I can explain why." Lucifer said.
"Dad! How could you let him stay with...with...that bitch?!" Charlie questioned, which caught him off guard as he wasn't used to hearing his daughter speak like that.
"Sweetie, do you HONESTLY think that if I even wanted to stop him, I'd be capable of accomplishing that?" He asked.
"...No..." She answered as a frown came to her face, "But still, dad! It's HELSA!" She emphasized.
"I have to agree, dear." Lilith spoke, "Although I do not share our daughter's unbridled hatred towards her, I still acknowledge that she is a dangerously intelligent opportunist. Allowing Will to be in her company for even a small amount of time is worrying." She said.
"I feel like we're going in circles here..." Lucifer stated while letting out a sigh, "As I said before, do any of you honestly think that anyone, including Helsa, could make him do something he doesn't want to do? Because no matter how smart she is nor how crafty, she cannot pull a fast one on him or make him a pawn in any plans she may have." He told them.
"I agree with my brother." Gabriel said, finally speaking up, "The Slayer would not allow himself to enter the abode of someone he deems untrustworthy or even the slightest bit a threat. So while it is no secret that Helsa has her plan, and she does seek his aid to whatever capacity it will serve, there's no chance that he can be manipulated or that she is a threat." He explained.
"We're not worried about her trying some shit with him, dude. If she even blinks funny, he'd snap her like a toothpick." Angel Dust replied.
"Then I am lost." He admitted.
"Likewise," Lucifer said, being in the same boat as his brother.
"Look, guys, it's simple." Vagatha spoke up, electing herself to be the one to lay it out for them, "Almost everyone respects and admires Will. And for those who don't, they at least recognize the fact that he's the single most brutal bastard to ever come to our circle. So imagine how much momentum Helsa's cause would gain if she took just one picture with him. Or, at the very least, make some kind of appearance with him once things have settled. And it wouldn't be manipulation or deception because they've already approached him before, so he knows what they're up to, and it's up to him whether or not he allows that to happen." She explained.
"But he knows that she and her movement are against the reform. So the likelihood that he'd allow anything that could slander it or us is hard to believe." Lucifer argued.
"True, but there's nothing wrong with a photo on its own. She wouldn't be asking him to flat out say the reform sucks or that she's got the right idea and we don't. But how the people interpret his appearance in a photo is entirely unpredictable, though it is safe to say where it would lean." She replied.
"Plus, we just want to see him! His party's in two weeks!" Angel Dust chimed in.
"Two? I thought you'd only needed a month for the celebration?" Lucifer questioned.
"We did. But now that everyone's on Slayer alert, getting everything set up in secret is going to be impossible." Katie told him, "On the plus side, we got the building cleaned thanks to Pentious and Vox, vermin free too." She added.
"Ah, I see." He responded as he put his hands in front of him on his desk, "Then how about this, while all of you continue to get his celebration ready, I will try and figure out a way for him to come and join you without the public catching wind of it. However, that might take some time." He suggested.
"That works out well for us. We have to get back to the others and see how everything's coming along, as well as meet the only other performer we were able to book for the event." Lilith said.
"Oh? Who'd you get?" He asked.
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"VEROSIKA?!" Blitzo shouted in anger, his whole body becoming hot with hatred the moment he laid eyes on her.
With most of their group forced to stay put at their respective residences due to the insanity currently sweeping the city, Blitzo, and Co, who were nobodies, were the only ones left to oversee the work at the location. For the most part, it was straightforward: Make sure the extra hands that were hired didn't fuck up getting the booths set up or break any equipment. But then there was the matter of meeting the additional entertainment the Magnes managed to find, who Blitzo assumed would be some kind of one-man-band bullshit or something. To their surprise and Blitzo's rage, it was actually one of the most well-known pop stars in their circle, who just so happened to be Blitzo's ex.
"Huh, that's weird. I could've sworn Lilith told me all the shit in this place was cleaned up. I guess they missed a spot." The female demon said as she and her posse approached.
"Wait...how do you two know each other?..." Moxxie questioned, as his boss knowing a celebrity, made no sense whatsoever.
"We dated," Blitzo revealed much to the shock of the others.
"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Loona said as loudly as she could, her mouth hung open and her eyes as wide as they could be.
"That's...that's just insane..." Millie muttered to herself.
"Oh, come on! Do you guys really think I'm incapable of hooking up with someone like her?" He questioned.
"Yes." All three said in unison, not needing to think about it at all.
"Oof, even your friends, acknowledge that you suck ass Blitzo, that must hurt." Verosika taunted with a smirk.
"Funny coming from someone who begged me to keep doing exactly that the last time I saw you." He countered with a smirk of his own while crossing his arms.
"Oh...oh my brain...it...hurts so much from that visual..." Moxxie stammered as he gripped the sides of his head.
"Yeah, could you both like, NOT talk about fucking each other in front of us?" Loona requested.
"Hm, that's fair. I have no reason to torture you three, just your boss whose only talent in life is a dildo. Both figuratively and literally." Verosika said.
"Haha! You know, that's REALLY funny, especially since I own your slutty ass right now." He told her.
In response to that, Verosika snapped her fingers and made a contract appear, which she then grabbed onto and held out to him.
"Read the paper bitch, the only thing you own is the air inside your empty skull." She said.
Grabbing onto it and pulling it as close to his face that he could, as Blitzo rapidly read through the inked words, his anger only rose.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?!" He shouted out while waving it in front of her.
"The contract I worked out with Lilith. If you don't believe me, you can look at the bottom there and see her signature right next to mine." She told him.
"Uh, excuse me." Moxxie spoke up to get her attention, "May I?" He requested while pointing to the contract.
"Help yourself, cutie." She replied before snapping her fingers again, which teleported the contract from Blitzo's hands to his.
"Cutie?" He questioned.
"Oh. My. Gosh! Moxxie, a celebrity just called you cute!" Millie exclaimed with glee as she was thrilled to know even someone as glamorous as Verosika thought her husband was adorable.
"Don't let it go to your head now, dude," Loona told him while lightly nudging his back with her leg.
"Uh...hehe...right..." He replied awkwardly, not sure how to respond to any of this, "Ahem, anyway, back to the contract..." He said before focusing on reading it, "Hmm...oh wow, it says here that Verosika has complete control over her contribution to the show. This includes stage setup, additional personnel, what songs she'll perform, who she'll speak to, who she'll work with, who is allowed to get within a twenty-foot radius of her to which Blitzo isn't, and several other things." He described.
"Yup. But it can pretty much be summed up as me being my own. Fucking. Boss." She said slowly while staring down at Blitzo, "So just because you get to have a taste of what REAL power is like by bossing around these losers doesn't mean you can do the same with me. Got that?" She asked.
Although every single fiber of his being wanted to punch straight through her teeth and pull her tongue out so he could play jump rope with it. Blitzo knew if he did that, it'd cause WAY too many problems for both him and everyone else to be worthwhile.
"...Fine..." He answered through gritted teeth, "But I swear if you try and undo any of the shit we're doing or act like this is your show, I will fuck you. And this time, not in a fun way." He promised.
"You say that like it was fun the last time." She replied before turning her back to him, "Keep the contract cutie, we got copies." She said to Moxxie before she and her posse walked away.
Leaving the three Imps and Hellhound behind, there was only one question left to be asked by any of them.
"So...how'd you tap that?" Millie asked Blitzo as she REALLY wanted to know how that happened.
Elsewhere...
Those who work for celebrities, nobles, or Overlords, quickly build immunity to being awestruck by notable figures in society. Surrounded by glamour and extravagance makes them nigh impossible to impress. Only the royal family or those from Heaven could get a reaction out of them. But for the butlers and maids of the Eldritch estate, over this last week, they found themselves incapable of maintaining their composure because of the guest currently staying with the family.
"Is...is everything alright, sir?" One of the maids asked timidly, overwhelmed by excitement that refused to die down no matter how much time passed.
"Yes..." The Slayer replied as he sharpened his wrist-mounted blade, a practice he'd done to help pass the time lately.
"Are you sure? It'd be no trouble at all to get you something to eat or drink, and it has been some time since you had anything." She said.
Looking over his shoulder ever so slightly at the woman, although her skin was red like many other Imps, he could still see the nervous blush filling her cheeks.
"...Okay..." He agreed to make her feel better, which proved successful as a smile graced her features.
"Juice as usual?" She inquired, receiving a nod in response, "Very good, I'll return with it swiftly." She promised before leaving.
Listening to her footsteps as she hurried back inside, the Slayer returned his focus to his blade and the whetstone he held in his right hand. Due to the Eldritch estate's high walls, he didn't need to confine himself to avoid public detection. If anyone even tried touching them, their security would have them detained or thrown into the street in an instant. Besides, he liked being outside; the city's sounds and the gentle breeze blowing the grass and the leaves in the trees were relaxing.
It also allowed him as much alone time as possible, which was surprisingly scarce even now as someone, in particular, wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
"You know, keep sharpening that blade of yours, and you'll end up with a pocket knife," Helsa said jokingly as she approached.
"So long as it's sharp..." He replied, causing her to snort, "Did I say something funny?..." He asked sincerely.
"You and I have only spent a week together, reasonably of course, and I can already tell that all that goes on in that head of yours is murder." She answered before sitting down in the lawn chair beside his own, "Or, could it be you're looking to clear out some more assholes from our little corner of Hell?" She inquired.
"I've caused enough trouble doing it once...doing it twice would be no different from throwing gasoline on a raging fire..." He told her.
"True, but it'd be worth it, right? If you got to help more people?" She asked.
"That's not a question...it's a fact..." He answered.
"Then a new question, wouldn't it be better if things like that didn't happen?" She asked.
"They happened before the reform...they're happening now...this is Hell after all..." He argued.
"Right, but there's a difference between two people who partake in activities that can lead to life-threatening situations. And people like those who Imps who were preyed upon simply because they were easy targets." She countered.
"This is the first time since I've arrived we've talked about this..." He pointed out before finally looking at her, "Any particular reason?..." He questioned.
"I wanted your head to clear a little." She replied with a shrug, "To be honest with you, when you showed up at our door last week covered in blood, it was badass. But the way you sounded then and the aura you gave off it...was easily the scariest fucking thing I've ever experienced. And I didn't want to risk poking a bear who could shoot at me with a shotgun." She explained.
"That's fair..." He responded.
"Glad you agree." She said with a smile, "But now that I'm sure I won't agitate you, which I am taking credit for given how nice I've been to you over this past week, I'd like to talk about how you and I together could forge a better Hell or at least a better circle." She told him.
"If you're going to try and use the suffering those Imps went through as a bargaining tool...I'm telling you right now that is a bad idea..." He warned.
"Not them specifically, but all of the people who are suffering." She said, "And I'm not using them to try and persuade you; this is a harsh truth about the reform. Because there is a severe lack of available muscle and the kind of people who do shit like that can't do it freely anymore are forced to be discrete, it's created an ever-growing issue of our circle's cruelty getting worse." She began as she crossed her legs, "And in truth, I was just as if not crueler than most people native and otherwise before you showed up and rocked the boat. But now the kinds of things these people are willing to do to hold onto their power and businesses is...really fucking depraved, even by my and most people's standards." She admitted.
"So why don't I just kill them all?..." He questioned, "Seems to me if I kill all the people who aren't getting with the program...the issue goes away...and I know you suggested that someone like Alastor could happen again...maybe even stronger next time...but still, I don't see how there's any other outcome to this situation when people continue to choose of their own free will to be monsters..." He said.
"Simple, become Hell's warden." She replied, now looking serious, "Think about it, Will; if you were here keeping everyone in check, then the chaos would be controlled. No longer would there be turf wars or disputes to try and decide who's the top dog around here. If you kept them in line but still left the leash loose enough to where they could satiate their twisted desires within reason, it'd be a perfect balance, and everyone could come out of this happy." She suggested.
"And if they refuse...if they decide they'd rather die fighting to get rid of me than accept that way of living?..." He asked.
"Then I'm wrong. My family and I are doing all of this work for absolutely fuck all nothing." She answered, "But again, Will, you've now seen it for yourself that serious problems are arising directly because of the reform. Yes, this kind of fucked up shit happened before too, but because of the pressure to be good people in a place where you're supposed to be no better than an asshole. It's progressively getting worse, and the people responsible are getting better at hiding it. Plus, there are all of the other concerns I shared with you before and some that I've yet to share because I didn't know how much you'd be willing to hear." She told him.
Like their first conversation weeks ago, Helsa once again made a sound argument. Not enough to make the Slayer suddenly say, okay, I'm on your side now, but after the recent discovery of those Imps, he did have more feelings and thoughts about the reform and her side of things. Sadly they'd have to put a pin in this conversation, as a sudden new voice called out to him from the manor.
"Oh, William~" Verosika greeted as with a sultry stride, she walked over.
"Here comes the horny." Helsa joked with a smirk just as Stella appeared in the entryway.
"I TRIED to stop her!" She exclaimed with a scowl on her face, "But she completely ignored me, saying she needed to be comforted." She explained.
"It's fine. We were pretty much through talking for the time being." Helsa said while rising from her seat, "Have fun, you two." She told the Slayer, as this had become a regular thing ever since Verosika got added to the mix.
"Did something happen?..." The Slayer asked only to be polite, as he knew she would talk no matter what.
"Oh, it was horrible, I went to go get things set up for your party, and I ran into one of my exes! He was so mean I couldn't stand to be around him anymore." Verosika answered as she sat down next to him.
"So you didn't get anything done?..." He questioned.
"No, my crew and the workers we hired are there getting it all sorted out. I needed you to hold me and make me feel better." She explained with the fakest sadness he'd ever seen in his life.
"I haven't done that once all week...what makes you think I'll do it now?..." He asked.
"A girl can dream, can't she?" She responded before wrapping her arms around his own.
Watching from afar as the pop star began her usual routine to try and make the Slayer fall for her, or at the very least have sex with her, Stella and Helsa had very different reactions.
"I still can't believe you knew someone like her," Helsa admitted, having learned about Verosika's involvement with the Slayer's celebration from the noblewoman as if it were also news to her.
"We met a few times at various social events, she was one of the few people who didn't immediately try to flirt or have sex with my husband, so I could start a conversation with her that didn't begin with a death threat," Stella explained followed by a sigh, "I swear though even for her this level of sexual predation is strange." She added.
"Eh, Will's the embodiment of raw masculinity, and she's a diva, makes perfect sense," Helsa replied with a shrug, "Regardless of her burning ovaries, though, it is nice to have someone who we're connected to get in so close with the others. Might provide a window or two in the future." She suggested.
"Possibly, if she doesn't piss him off by continuing to act like a flirtatious teenager," Stella said.
After that, the two of them would head back inside to talk more business, just as the maid who went to get his drink passed them, heading back outside.