Sid : the Devil's secretary

21. The morning after

21. The morning after

Across the rolling hills and pastures of the emerald isle lay the Clifford tavern, a quaint countryside pub on the west coast since 1704. With only fields of green for miles on the windswept plains, the tavern stood out notably as the sole building in the area. Inside were several stalls and stools with customers ranging from local farmers to the occasional tourist or traveller. By the dim bulb lighting of the main bar wallowed the mumbling and grumbling Stingy Jack, face down on the bench. All was quiet, until a tall pale man in a red suit burst open the door, slicking back his wind battered hair and walking over to the main bar to find what his sources led to.

"will you ever be done with this whole stereotypical charade. It looks bad to the rest of your people" Lucifer looked to the benched drunkard next to him.

"go and ask the nutcases who wrote my story" Jack mumbled.

"I've got some good news" Lucifer pepped up the conversation.

"yeah?" Jack rubbed half his face across the bench to look at Lucifer.

"I think I have a way to get rid of your curse. If you're finally willing to except your fate at my expense" Lucifer reasoned.

"sure, whatever... Too drunk right now. Hi Luci" Jack phased out momentarily.

"I spoke to Dan, the man upstairs and he has given the go-ahead for us to stop your tribulation" Lucifer continued.

"seems fair. They probably have better booze in Hell anyway" Jack banged his head on the bar bench.

"as long as you're on board" Lucifer grinned

"when I'm a little more sober, then I'll be on board" Jack turned his face back down to the bench.

"so that would be never?" Lucifer pondered.

"right" Jack looked back up.

"great. All this deal making is thirsty work. Barkeep, your finest ale please" Lucifer called to the waiter.

"half or full pint?" the bartender held up two glasses.

"don't worry about that. I brought my own" Lucifer snapped his fingers next to Jack, morphing him into a large silver chalice encrusted with gems to take his drink, to the shock of everyone in the bar.

"buy yourself something nice... and as for you, I'm doing this for your own good. You may be okay with it now, but what if you fuck something up and ruin my precious deal?. I'm going to put you in a safe place while I arrange the final details of our compromise" Lucifer gave the bartender a rolled up band of euros before walking out of the bar with the Jack as a chalice. He then flew back over the Atlantic and the States to the west coast for the portal back to Hell through the convent.