The imps were always up to something—or trying to get out of something.
She slithered through the deep, bubbling caverns of the underworld, to the edge of the deep magma pits, where the envoy from above was to arrive. It was a cool, out of the way little cave, marked only by a narrow gap in the rock above; a tunnel leading directly upward in accordance with the ancient treaty.
She waited at the bottom. The envoy was late. A chill began to settle into her scales, so far from the bubbling pits. Those imps would regret foisting this on her.
Then, suddenly, a glow began to emanate from the narrow passageway in the ceiling, not the warm red of magma, but a strange cool blue. She had only once before seen a dweller in the above—an angel—but she would never forget the blinding light. Now, the light filled the cavern with a flash and she could only shield her eyes.
When the light faded, an impossible, radiant being hovered before her.
I have come as an envoy of the above. Its voice echoed, the meaning clear, but words indecipherable.
I welcome you on behalf of the below, she replied, with a half bow she meant to be mocking, but she could not look away.
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