Sid : the Devil's secretary

28. The bad fortune club

28. The bad fortune club

On a late morning like any other, Lucifer was still on call for important business out of this realm, leaving Sid with the daily tasks to handle. His first order of the day was to facilitate a deal with a client to Lucifer. An eerie silence filled the room as the two opposing forces stared each other out from either side of the long meeting table in Lucifer's office.

"good you found your way here" Sid pressed his hands together in a clasp.

"all in the name of progress, correct?" the client spoke. He had blond hair, a black uniform, and a repurposed Nazi party sash on his right arm. This man was a lieutenant of Hell's Nazi party during the era of Alois Kelmer, but after his demise on Blood Moon Day at the hands of Satan, the old party seemingly crumbled. This man was one of several prominent leaders from the old party to help raise the organization out of the ashes to for the neo-Nazi party of Hell and was now serving as its most senior political representative, as evident at his presence that day in the citadel.

"sure" Sid remained unconvinced.

"has your boss agreed to the stipulations of our deal?" the Nazi uttered.

"actually, he's away on business at the moment, meaning I am in charge for the duration of his absence" Sid took out a piece of paper from a yellow folder in the desk drawers near the board table, signing his name on it before swiping it over to the Nazi.

"very well" the Nazi complied.

"so, with this document, the neo-Nazi party of Hell, as presided over by you, will swear to provide any necessary information on the ganglands and other persons of interest in exchange for financial and material support" Sid stated.

"that seems to be the case. Does it include anything about privileges in the Hell parliament?" the Nazi added.

"Lucifer wrote out this deal. the other members of your party agreed to it, and it looks like you already have enough going for you" Sid reasoned.

"fine. I am not one to twist a deal...so how are things?" the Nazi looked down to read the document before signing himself.

"swell in fact. Hoped your boys enjoyed the war" Sid kept a stern look on his face.

"did you fight?" the Nazi looked up.

"no, but I sure did hear about it" Sid sat back down.

"then you have no authority over the matter. If you did not live through it, then it is not your burden to bear...I was meaning to ask after your family" the Nazi looked back to the document.

"I find your silence very reassuring. How about the wife?" Sid remained quiet, much to the Nazi's delight.

"oh, I get it, you are one of those, what do you call them?, Elfe, yes Elfe" the Nazi chuckled.

"what's that supposed to mean?" Sid raised an eyebrow.

"you know the perfect stick is one that is long and straight, not bent and deformed" the Nazi looked up with a smug grin on his face.

"you're one to talk. At least Kelmer had manners, even if he was as bad as you" Sid tried to keep his gritted teeth at bay from the conversation.

"tell me meinen Kind, how does it really feel to be an Untermensch?...there, that should do it" the Nazi finally signed the document.

"watch your next words wisely, you genocidal fuck" Sid slammed his pistol on the table from his pocket.

"well, if you really want to settle this like a man and half man, then so be it, just be a sport and pop this into your folder" the Nazi swished the document over to Sid, who stuffed it away in the desk drawer, gun in hand. The secretary then returned his gaze to find the Nazi having pulled out a luger pistol on the table.

"nice gun. You must be compensating for something" Sid commented.

"your words do not threaten me, wretch" the Nazi fired the first shot, but Sid ducked behind the table before more bullets started to fly across the office. Once they had both run out of ammunition, the gunfight turned to an almost drunken brawl that resulted in numerous bouts and a long board table collapsed at the center.

"I'll make you a deal, pig. On three we get up and go our separate ways. No one has to be the wiser, unless you do want Lucifer to know" Sid pinned the Nazi to the floor after sliding off the table.

"fine" the Nazi agreed, and after the count of three, got up and stormed out the office to the elevator, brushing himself off to make himself more presentable.

"good talk. Pleasure doing business with you...asshole" Sid waved off his client before heading back into the office to see the untimely mess of an office left in his wake, grumbling under his breath. He went to Lucifer's desk to press a red button calling for housekeeping on the top floor to arrive soon. While waiting for the cleaners, Sid brushed off wooden and glass shards from his clothes and sat down at Lucifer's desk. Suddenly, the rotary on the desk rang through the room.