Waiting for the abomination to wake up was getting tedious for him. This little creature was so very strange. A mixture of that hideous angel, Aziraphale. And that slacker, Crowley. Oddly, Hastur found their features much more endearing on the odd little creature than them. Medium-length strawberry-blonde hair. Bright green serpent eyes that vaguely looked like Crowley's.
And chubby.
Not ugly fat, like that stupid angel, but sweet. Toying with his hair, Hastur said,"Really would appreciate it if you were awake right now, abomination."
"It would make this so much easier.",Hastur added, removing the abomination's glasses. Gently tapping the creature's face to awaken him. When that failed, he lightly smacked the creature's cheek. A second later, the little creature's eyes opened. Looking confused for a moment. Then he noticed Hastur looming over him and froze. Brilliantly green eyes widening in surprise. His mouth popped open in a little 'o' of shock. No noise issued forth as he stared up at the Duke. Strangely adorable and a bit funny to the demon. Struggling to not laugh, Hastur asked,"Hello. I don't suppose you know who had kidnapped you?"
"Uh...no? Do you?",the creature asked. Not in an impolite manner or tone. Just utterly confused as to why it had happened at all. Hastur roughly grabbed his shoulders and forced the creature to his feet. Then he answered,"They were Sloth and Greed. Two of the seven deadly sins."
"Folks that our people haven't seen in around three-hundred years or so.",Hastur continued. Checking the little creature over for any tracking magic. Any form of spell or trick. Only finding small traces of the sleep spell that faintly lingered. Not enough to put either of them under. Hell, they wouldn't even be drowsy. Aside from that, the little creature was clean. Good. Can't have them bring anything down to Hell with them. And as soon as he was sure the abomination was clear, he continued,"Alright, abomination. Time to go to Hell to get things straightened out."
"Uh, hey what-",was all the little creature spluttered out. Before they were quickly transferred to Hell and all its glory. Loving the look on his face as he stared. Mouth open in wonder. Well, what Hastur believed was wonder. He wasn't really sure he wanted to ask the little man. And for the briefest moment, he had an odd urge to preen. Just a tiny bit. But, there was no time for such actions. No time to order one of the beetles tour the strange little creature.
No, there wasn't time for a lot. As the EVENT was on the horizon.
Gently taking the creature by the wrist, Hastur stated,"No time to dawdle, abomination."
"We have lots to discuss.",he continued. Calmly walking the little thing to the throne room. Where Dagon and Beezlebub were very comfortably seated. Both turned to him and the little creature. Raising an eyebrow at what they were looking at. Hastur being gentle with a seemingly ordinary short demon. One that probably looked harmless. Oh, how wrong they would be.
"This is the abomination that I spoke of.",Hastur explained. Quickly getting behind the little creature. Gently setting his hands on the abomination's shoulders. Giving a careful push to him as he added,"The one with that strange energy coming off of him."
"Izz he now?",Beezlebub questioned. Looking utterly unconvinced of this. As the Duke knew the Prince would be. Which he knew he would have to prove as well. Gently squeezing the thing's shoulders, Hastur urged,"Touch his face. You'll feel it better if you do."
The abomination tensed up at this suggestion. Seemingly afraid of being touched by the Prince. At least that's what Hastur believed was why he was tensing up. There was really no other reason he should be. Ignoring this, Hastur continued,"Just touch him. You'll see what I mean."
"Please.",Hastur added. A word that he rarely ever used in his life-time. And that was a long life-time. Especially, in a non-sarcastic manner. That seemed to intrigue the Prince of Hell. And Beezlebub reached over to the creature. Who almost tried to cringe back and away from him. Only to be stopped by Hastur's body. Beezlebub's hand gently cupped his little chubby face. Something he doubted the little creature liked. Nor did he care if he did or not. All that mattered was Beezlebub understanding what he was. What the little creature's whole existence meant.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then a tiny grin came to the Prince's face. Good, he was feeling what Hastur had felt. That strange warmth the duke had no proper name for. But, it was so strong. So very strong. Yet, he found himself somewhat liking it. The strong sensation that was overwhelmingly warming his whole body. Almost too strong in it's intensity. Whatever that feeling was, it was good. And he nearly didn't want it to stop. Hastur removed his hands from the abomination. The feeling slowly draining out of himself. All of a sudden he felt colder than he'd ever felt in centuries. It had been so long since he felt this cold that it nearly physically hurt. He did his best to ignore that feeling. Then he asked,"Do you see what I'm talking about?"
"That raw power.",Hastur added. The power was strange. Yet, the Prince found that he loved it. Wasn't sure why but, he did. It had an odd familiarity to it. One he hadn't felt in centuries. Immediately letting go, Beezlebub said,"Familiar, yet not. You're a very zztrange creature."
"What iz it they call you?",Beezlebub questioned. Tilting his head to the side as he stared at the little creature. Who nervously swallowed before he answered,"My name is Ainsley, sir."
"Ainzley...too precious.",Beezlebub muttered. Ainsley merely shrugged his shoulders at this. It didn't matter to him if they felt that way. All that mattered was escaping this place. It was far too cold for his liking. And had this odd lingering odor that unsettled him. One that he couldn't really place. Almost like wet beef or really old tuna salad. Either way, it was just so disgusting. This strange feeling crawling up his spine. Or maybe it was some of the bugs that circled Beezlebub's head. It was very hard to tell but he managed to ignore it the best he could. Trying to not flinch as Dagon reached out to touch his shoulder. A creepy smile crawling on his face from the contact. Seemingly getting the same feelings that the others did. Looking at the Duke of Hell, Dagon asked,"What exactly are they planning on summoning with him?"
"A demon from Purgatory.",Hastur answered. One far more powerful than Beezlebub or himself and Dagon combined. Their least liked former colleague.
Abbadon.
A man they've come to all utterly loathe. All of them banishing him to Purgatory for being annoyingly arrogant. Nearly taking all seven of his 'friends' with him. It unfortunately didn't take with all seven of them. As Purgatory was already full. Way too full, at the time, to allow them inside. Dagon stated,"He's part of the whole machine to bring him forth. Well, isn't that just absolutely lovely."
"One half of the next looming apocalypse.",Hastur pipped up. Next looming apocalypse? There had been one before this? Was that why he felt so terrible? Or was that something else entirely? Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. And Ainsley asked,"How long ago was the last almost apocalypse?"
"Last year. Thwarted by a silly tweenager.",Hastur grumbled. A tweenager? Someone let a twelve or thirteen year old stop it? Looking at Beezlebub, Ainsley cocked an eyebrow. The Prince explained,"Satan's only child refused to follow his destiny and stopped the apocalypse from happening."
"Oh, that's cool and I guess a little frustrating for you all."Ainsley said. Though it did sound good overall. He figured it would be frustrating for the demons in front of him. Especially, if they were looking forward to the whole thing. For whatever reason they had. Which was probably death and other forms of suffering. A thing that Ainsley didn't want to ask on. Nor was he going to. Instead, Ainsley asked,"So, uh, how am I going to be 'used' in this next apocalypse?"
"We're not all that certain, actually. The prophecy we struggled to get wasn't all that clear.",Hastur admitted. Well, that wasn't all that comforting at all. How would this prophecy go? Was he going to be killed or something? It just terrified him. Just how and when was this going to happen? Taking a deep breath, Ainsley gently peeled Dagon's hand off of himself. Then he asked,"So what's going to happen to me then?"
"Are you going to kill me?",Ainsley questioned. Fully realizing they weren't just outnumbering him. That they knew this whole place like the backs of their hands. The little Nephalem was well and truly trapped. Like a poor little mouse in front of three vicious lions. To his complete surprise, they all answered,"No. Of course not."
"We're just going to keep you here in Hell until the window of opportunity has passed.",Dagon explained. No murder. Just him staying-staying in Hell. This terribly freezing cold and very smelly place. With these strange and powerful demons. Who seemed to be sort of friendly? As far as demons were concerned. Like weird relatives you barely saw at holidays who gave you odd gifts they thought you'd like. Ainsley asked,"So, what is going to happen to me then?"
"Well, we could find some work for you?",Dagon offered. Figuring the nephalem could straighten some files. Or at least organize them while he 'supervised' Ainsley. Of which, Ainsley readily agreed to do. The Lord of the Files directed him to a rather big room. One full of unorganized files and loose sheets of important papers. The sight of which made Ainsley anxious. How in the world did they allow this to get so bad? Before he could turn to the Lord and ask, he saw that Dagon was gone.
With a sigh, Ainsley rolled up his sleeves. And got straight to work cleaning up the mess. Hoping this wouldn't be all he would be doing in Hell. Otherwise he believed he would go absolutely mad.
Above Hell, the other half of the looming apocalypse was working the other details out. Understanding just what her place in the whole thing would be. So far, that piece of the puzzle was simple inaccessible to them. And what they had just wasn't enough. Calmly, Bronwyn asked,"Is there anyway for us to find the other half of this?"
"Not by ourselves.",Anathema answered. Then she went into detail about who could help them. A woman who formerly advertised about being a psychic. Of which, Bronwyn vaguely remembering hearing about her. Feeling she was an utter fake. Madame Tracey. It just made her stomach drop to her feet. Why was she going to be involved in all of this? Bronwyn said,"A fake psychic. The entire world's safety is resting on a fake psychic..."
"Oh, dear sweet gardener.",Bronwyn grumbled. This was going to go sideways real quick. The young nephalem just knew it would. Charmeine patted her little creation's shoulder gently. Hoping to calm her little love a tiny bit. In a very gentle but firm tone, she scolded,"Now, now, Wiggleworm. She might not be as face as you believe."
"She might be the real deal.",her Angel maker added. At least that's what she wanted to believe. Adora chimed in,"Yeah, she might be faking it for normal folks for a job."
"Just to keep normal humans out of bad stuff."Adora continued. Knowing how easy humans could be harmed by their curiosity. Adam and Eve were the biggest proof of this. Even without demonic nudging to get them to do what they did. In the owl demon's mind it was at least. Anathema and Newton hadn't made any moves to correct their assumptions. So Adora felt her feelings were correct about it. Then she asked,"Are we going to this Madame Tracey? Or will she being coming to us?"
"We will be going to her."Anathema answered. In a matter of a few minutes they would be driving to Madame Tracey's new home. With her beloved Shadwell. They were a team. Her and her silly little man. Putting these thoughts to the side, Anathema continued,"We'll be taking Adora's car to her home."
"Oh, how long will that take us?",Adora questioned. Hoping it wouldn't be too long. As she didn't like human beings in her precious car. Nor did her car like anything that wasn't Adora, Bronwyn, and Charmeine in it. Shoving those thoughts to the side, Adora toyed with the lace on her gloves. Watching the two mortals in anticipation. Newton answered,"It isn't too long. In fact, it's going to be just around twenty minutes."
That was a relief. Only twenty minutes together in her precious car. Adora was grateful for this. And she allowed this to show on her face. Not caring if she came off as impolite to these mortals. Really not caring about them in the slightest bit. AS they didn't really matter that much to her. All that mattered was nipping this new apocalypse thing in the bud.
"Good, I'm not fond of super-long car rides.",Charmeine stated. Or of her demon's driving either. Though the angel would never admit this out loud. No matter what was pressed to her skin. Or if Gabriel tried to drag it out of her. Hell, even if God herself was trying to. It was something she was now used to. Well, mostly used to. Though she felt somewhat guilty for the humans. They'd probably never experienced anything like Adora's driving. And a part of her wanted to warn them. Get them prepared for her beloved's driving. But, decided against it. Feeling they wouldn't believe her and it might hurt her beloved's feelings as well. So she kept quiet and smiled tightly as they all piled into Adora's pink car.
Saying a silent prayer as she buckled up.
Half-way in the streets of London, two sins were freaking out. Sloth had been ranting at Greed about nothing for a solid minute. Right until she glanced back into the back seat of Greed's car. And realizing their meal ticket had disappeared. Right from under their noses. It royally pissed her off. What were they going to tell Lust? Who even took the Nephalem from them?
And when did they do this? Right, from under their noses no less! How and who? Greed sneered as he glared at the backseat of his car. Annoyed with whomever managed this feat. Picking up a rather disgusting smell that made him cringe. In a low voice, he snapped,"Whoever did it...they left a rank smell in here. It kind of smells like...like...poo..."
Then it clicked. The one demon who could've taken the little creature from them so easily. Despite not usually being very sneaky. Hastur. The Duke of Hell. He had broken into their car and stole their one ticket to bigger and better things. To being treated with some form of respect. Stolen in a literal blink of an eye. By one of the people that all seven sins hated the most. Sloth ground her teeth in annoyance when she realized this. Nearly breaking one of her teeth as she turned to him. Quietly, Sloth hissed,"I can't believe that jerk stole what we stole!"
"I just can't freaking believe we didn't even see him either!",she snarled. It was complete crap in her mind. Greed took a deep breath to calm himself. Through his nose and out his mouth. Wincing as he had breathed in the scent of Hastur. Nose crinkling from just how horribly strong it was. A sneer on his face as he muttered,"I know, Lo, I know. But, we'll get him back."
"I know where Hastur would've taken him.",Greed continued. There was only one place in the whole wide world he could've gone. A place where they were no longer welcome. Mostly thanks to them supporting their boss. Not like any of them gave a damn at the time. Now, they didn't have to report to that snob Prince Beezlebub. And his merry troop of brown-nosers. Unfortunately, this was a problem now. As their ticket to bigger and better things was in the one place they couldn't easily go.
Right in the heart of Hell with Hastur.
It made him want to rip his hair out in frustration. Nearly snarling as he smacked his hands on the steering wheel of his car. They knew where Ainsley was. Knew how to get to him if they really wanted to. And if they knew what was good for them, they would have to get him. Otherwise Lust would kill them and leave their bodies for others to see. Well, make them wish they were dead and leave them out in the open for the others to see. Compared to what Lust would do to them, that was kind.
Chewing his bottom lip, Greed stated,"We have to put on our old uniforms and sneak in to find that little creature."
"I know you hate them but, it's really the only thing we can do.",he added. As he continued to drive to a spot they could easily change. Glimmers usually caught the eye of humans and they didn't need that right then. Sloth sighed as she toyed with her hair and nodded in agreement. This was what they needed to do. Like it or not. And she really didn't like the idea of putting on those rags again.
Or making her hair look like its old, boring, lifeless self.
But, like Greed said, they had to do it to get what they needed. Still she absolutely hated this and wished there had been another way. Frowning deeply as they pulled into a rather dark parking lot. A few minutes later, they took a deep breath and snapped their fingers. Within an instant there was a tiny burst of yellow-blue light that no one noticed. Or at least no one that truly mattered to the duo did. As neither paid much mind to animals that were nearby. Not that long later, both Greed and Sloth looked how they did before they left Hell. Sloth's clothes being the most shocking as it was duller than anything she'd ever willingly wear.
It nearly made her want to cry but, she resisted the urge. Instead just focusing on what was most important. Getting back the little creature and finding his other half to get them what all seven of them had been waiting for. For what they all truly deserved. Greed gently took her hand in his and squeezed lightly. Knowing how bad she felt while dressed like this. As he didn't really like it that much himself. Putting these feelings aside, they got out of the car. Locked it. Then snapped themselves down into Hell to find their ticket to bigger and better things.
Getting the papers sorted took a bit longer than anticipated. But, Ainsley finally got them fixed the way he felt they were supposed to. Then slid the last file back into the box it meant to. Right into the spot that seemed to be correct. Soon as he was done, he smiled to himself. The room was much nicer without all the papers and files just laying about. He wondered if this was something that Dagon had been too busy to care for. As this clearly was his job and he definitely seemed to love his job. The newest apocalypse must've really took its toll on all of them. Putting this to the side, Ainsley sat down in the nearest chair.
Toying with his hair as he waited for Dagon and the rest to come back. Wondering what other task they had for him.
Which wasn't a long wait as a minute later, Dagon came back. Stopping in the middle of the room as he glanced around the now cleaned room. Then straight at Ainsley with the oddest look on his face. One that made the Nephalem's heart stop in his chest for a moment. Twisting his hair a little bit as he stared at the Lord of the Files. In a quiet voice, Ainsley asked,"Did I do something wrong, sir?"
"No, no...you did better than I was anticipating actually.",Dagon admitted. A bit impressed with the amount of work that the Nephalem actually put in. As he expected the little creature to just half-heartedly do it. It was also something that he was grateful that Ainsley hadn't done. Feeling that maybe the little creature was good for more than just warm feelings. Or just being somewhat adorable for whatever in the deepest pits of Hell he was. Ignoring this, Dagon motioned for the Nephalem to follow him. Of which, the little creature did without any form of hesitation. While they walked together, Dagon instructed,"Hastur had an idea to let you work on cleaning the punishment room."
"I believe you won't have too much trouble. It's just some straightening with a bit of mopping.",Dagon added. A bit of straightening and mopping? Mopping was something that he didn't really like. But he would put up with it for however long he would be in Hell for. As he doubted it was going to be that terrible. Oh, how wrong had the nephalem had been. For as soon as he got into the room, Ainsley wished he wasn't himself right then.
The things that needed to be tidied wouldn't take too long. But there was a whole lot of a strange substance on the floor. Not a liquid but not a solid either. Almost like a gelatin from what Ainsley could tell. It made him raise an eyebrow as he turned to look at Dagon. Then looked down at the gross substance. In a curious voice, Ainsley asked,"So what is this junk if I might ask?"
"I'd love to know too. But, no one has told me when I asked either.",Dagon answered. So even the Lord of the Files didn't know about it. Raising an eyebrow, Ainsley knelt down to get a better look at it. Taking a pencil out of his jacket pocket, he poked the mess. Expecting it to just sink into the mess. Not anticipating for the mess to take the pencil and smack him in the face with it. It hadn't hurt but it surprised him enough to make him fall on his butt. Staring at the mess while the Lord of the Files giggled at him. Carefully helping him to his feet as the ooze thrashed for a moment. Seemingly having a tantrum at being poked at. Doing a strange vibration and spiking up in places. Staring at it, he muttered,"Okay, so its living and currently throwing a temper tantrum."
"Indeed it is...have fun!",Dagon pipped up. A tiny grin on his face as he left the Nephalem alone. Something that the little creature found vastly annoying. Taking a deep breath, he knelt back down near the ooze. Gently reached out to touch it and winced at the sharp spikes it made. But slowly and steadily stroked the strange moving creature on the ground. At first, it didn't do anything. Then slowly it started to relax under his touch. Even slightly sticking to his skin. Which he was somewhat sure was a good thing. At least he hoped it was a good thing.
As what else could it possibly be?
Ignoring this, he glanced over the strange ooze on the floor. It wasn't covering the entire floor but, a good portion of it. There was also a decent sized bucket nearby that he could put the creature in. One that he hoped the creature could be placed inside of. Calmly, Ainsley got the bucket from the spot. Then briskly walked over to the little creature on the floor. Setting it down on the side towards it. In a quiet voice, Ainsely asked,"Could you do me a small favor and put yourself in here?"
"Please?",he added. Hoping his manners would persuade the odd liquid-like creature on the ground. Chewing his bottom lip as it seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then let out a soft sigh of relief as it swiftly slunk into the bucket. Soon as the strange liquid-like creature was inside, Ainsley carefully lifted it off the ground. Setting the whole thing down on a nearby table. Then getting out another bucket and mop from a nearby closet. Conjuring up water with soap in it after a second. While he mopped, the creature watched him work. Making little cooing noises as it watched the Nephalem. Of which he mentally decided to nickname 'Asmodeus'. Feeling it fitted the little creature in the bucket quite well.
Asmodeus's little noises somewhat sounded like singing. Reminding him vaguely of an infant making noises because they were bored. It was strangely nice to listen to as he worked on cleaning up. The mopping took a little less than he expected. As the other messes on the floor weren't sentient like Asmodeus was.
The random bits of papers had been pretty easy to take care of. And were really nothing interesting to look at. Mostly about former rule-breakers and deaths that happened in Hell. Though the deaths were a little interesting. They were kind of too gruesome for him to continue to read. So, he gave up trying to. Instead he just focused on what to do with Asmodeus. His new little friend in the metal bucket that was still cooing. While the creature cooed, he heard a knock at the door. Turning to who Ainsley expected to be Dagon, he froze in place. It wasn't Dagon. Nor was it either of the Seven Sins that Hastur told him about. Instead it was a completely different demon entirely. One with a strange slimy skin and at least five eyes on their face.
The demon in question looked shocked that Ainsley was there. Freezing for a moment before asking,"Umm...are you done in here, sir?"
"Yes, I'm done cleaning it. I'll be out of your way in just a moment.",Ainsley answered. A polite little smile on his face. Not wanting to frighten the demon in front of him. Feeling that he could afford to be kind to others. Even in Hell. After all, they were around the same level. As far as Ainsley knew they were on the same level. Considering he worked as a cashier and whatever this person did was probably of a similar level. The demon nodded slightly and stepped back into the hallway to wait. It was strangely nicer than he was anticipating someone to be in Hell. Picking up the bucket, Ainsley quietly walked out of the room. Giving a tiny nod as he walked past them. Who looked confused for a moment before repeating the gesture. Seemingly unused to someone acknowledging them or being polite towards them.
It didn't seem strange considering where the both of them were. After all, it was Hell. Hell was full of demons and sinners to be put in their place. Manners were the last thing on their minds.
Patiently waiting for Dagon to come back, Ainsley leaned against the wall. Quietly whispering to the creature in the bucket. Singing along with it as they patiently waited for the Lord of the Files. Which wasn't too long as Dagon came back. Looking briefly confused at the sight of the bucket. And the fact that Ainsley was out of the room instead of in it. The Nephalem explained,"Someone is doing some business in the room."
"And I got whatever this little thingy is in here to climb into the bucket.",he continued. Lifting the bucket slightly upwards at those words. Grinning a little bit, Ainsley added,"I'm going to keep it if that's alright?"
"Oh, sure...I suppose it would be fine.",Dagon answered. A bit surprised that Ainsley wanted the ooze. But decided to not linger on it as he mentioned another demon doing business. What did they need in that room so badly? The Lord of the Files peeked into the room that Ainsley had cleaned. Noticing one of the slug demons was gathering files. Ones that Hastur requested a few minutes ago. Good, at least someone was doing their job. Pushing this to the side as he quietly shut the door. Then ushered the Nephalem away from the room he had cleaned. Finding the creature in the bucket's noises to be a bit discomforting to him. Like strange singing that he head heard somewhere before. Though, even if pressed, Dagon couldn't begin to figure out from where. Ignoring this, Dagon questioned,"What exactly are you going to call that thing anyway?"
"Oh, I decided Asmodeus.",Ainsley answered. A tiny smile on his face as he carefully petted the creature. Not immediately noticing the strange look on the Lord of the File's face. When he did, the Nephalem asked,"...is that too weird? Do you think I should have picked another name?"
"No, no. It's a pretty name. Sort of familiar actually.",Dagon explained. Unsure of why the name was familiar. Or where he had heard it from. But not beginning to care about it either. Instead, he just guided them to a small 'break-room'. Or at least it looked sort of like one. He wondered what Dagon wanted him to clean in here. As the room already looked like it was clean. Looking at the Lord of the Files, Ainsley asked,"So what do I need to clean in here?"
"Oh, nothing. I just figured you deserved a rest after everything you've just done.",Dagon explained. Showing the Nephalem a place to sit with the metal bucket. Of which Ainsley put it on the table near him. Asmodeus making little cooing noises as they sat. The Lord of the Files sat down next to him. Tilting his head to the side, Dagon asked,"So what exactly is it you do around humans?"
"I'm a cashier, sir.",Ainsley answered. It was one of the few jobs he had in the past thousand years that he regretted. And he had a few bad jobs in the past. Ones that included cleaning worse things than sentient puddles. Though a few of them were worth the hard work he put into it. And the Lord of the Files questioned,"So what's that like?"
"Oh, it's alright. I've got a few customers that I like. Some of which I can't stand that suddenly get unlucky after they leave.",Ainsley answered. A tiny smile on his face at the memories of himself being a bit petty. It was usually a hilarious sight for him to watch. As these asshole customers got what they deserved. Not death or horrible mutilation. Just usually tripping and falling on their face. It definitely didn't hurt them too badly. But the blow to their ego definitely hurt them more. He grinned a little as he continued,"It's not terrible bad luck but, it's fun for me."
"What kind of bad luck though?",Dagon questioned. A bit curious as to how cruel the little Nephalem was. As the Lord of the Files couldn't picture what kind of cruelty it could be. The Nephalem answered,"Tripping usually. Sometimes pants falling to their ankles."
"And sometimes pants ripping at the seams too.",Ainsley added. Almost laughing at the memories of folks pants ripping. And their utter embarrassment after being so rude to him. This made Dagon raise an eyebrow but kept silent. That wasn't too terrible. Though he was a little surprised that Ainsley would do that. Or even thought of doing that. Then thought of how he could amp up that cruelty. As he felt the little Nephalem could be a good fit in Hell. Considering how well Ainsley was doing in the short time he was there. He would probably do pretty darn well.
Sloth was wishing that this whole thing would be over. As the smell of Hell was making her slightly nauseous. Having forgotten how gross the place smelled. Just how cold the whole place was as well. Rubbing her arms to get some warmth back into them. Frowning as she followed Greed deep into the place. In a quiet voice, she asked,"How're we going to find that little jerk down here again?"
"We're going to just follow the love feeling that's in the air.",Greed answered. It was faint where they had landed in Hell. But knew it would get stronger the more they followed it. Just like certain scents get stronger the longer you follow them. So it should work reasonably well for feelings that the Nephalem produced. And, from what he could tell, were affecting the folks around him. As the citizens of Hell were seemingly calmer than he'd seen them in thousands of years. Or maybe they'd finally calmed down after a while. They hadn't been in Hell for such a long time. Maybe Hell was finally becoming mellow. Shoving this to the side, he directed her towards the loving feeling he felt. Noticing that folks were acting quite more polite than normal.
It was strange but, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Wondering just how truly powerful this little creature was. That his mere presence was making Hell a better place to visit. At least for the demons that were living there.
