Based on the Volition Inc.™ game: Saints Row – Gat out of Hell™
LUCIFER MORGENSTERN
With a swish of my hand and a fiery explosion, my daughter and I returned to my tower. Jezebel immediately marched to her room, sulking. She had the leader of the Saints imprisoned there to whom she would most likely complain about what had just happened like she usually did in these past hours.
I was left standing in the entrance hall and she ignored my pleas to stop and talk. I knew that I had gone too far this time and regardless of what I had said, Jezebel was my most valued treasure and I'd never even think about killing her.
But Jezebel was living under a completely different impression. It was her who I punished most – I had to admit – her to whom I was always picky and cruel and her who I awarded the least. But she didn't understand that I was only preparing her for the equally cruel and unfair world.
Reluctantly I stomped in the opposite direction and entered my throne room with my eyebrows furrowed together so tightly that they looked like one. And adding to my worries, two masked figures were waiting for me. A man and a woman and I knew who they were despite their diguises.
They wore long, hooded cloaks in different colors. The man a bright titanium white one with red and golden dacals and the woman a dark flourite purple one that looked like it had a universe captured in its fabric. Both their faces were hidden by their hoods and I did everything to catch a glimpse of them as I bowed to them and kissed each one's right hand. The man wore a porcelain mask but the woman's face was only hidden by the shadow of the hood.
"We want to make sure that everything is going according to plan, 'King of Demons'."
The man's voice was so distorted and altered that it made him sound like a robot with a cold.
"Yes, my Lord! We have her here, captured... Also thanks to your help..."
I was frightened but could not possibly show that, carefully picking out my words. I pointed at the woman, crediting her for the crystal prison she provided me with, but she only nodded in return.
"Though – your eminence – she managed to mutter the summoning of the First Elder before the crystal closed, I think we should -"
The man had held up his hand, silencing me and spoke again, sounding even coarser than before.
"Don't worry, Morgenstern. Skellington is busy at the Lost City. Some old friends have promised to keep her there as long as it takes. She won't be able to save her witch-friend anytime soon!"
I bowed before them once again, even deeper than the first time, trying to ease my Lord back into his good mood. Although I did not know whether he was even able to show such.
"Of course, your grace. I was almost certain you had a plan! Unfortunately... there might have been yet another complication..."
"Speak!"
The man's voice bellowed through the hall, making the torches shiver in their stands upon which I shrunk together pathetically. This little step sideways may have cost me my honor and dignity that I doubted I had in the first place, according to my Lord. The role of a subordinate was not one I could get used to. I continued carefully:
"The wedding will take place tomorrow... But Jezebel will marry the human Johnny Gat instead... And in return, I promised him to release the prisoner..."
A blur of white sped up and rested on top of my massive body. My Lord had lunged forward, smacking me deeper into the ground with every punch he landed on my now swollen face. With each punch, he forced his sentence out further and further, ignoring my swelling features. But I felt no pain anyways.
"How - dare - you - gam - ble - with - my - PROPERTY?! Who - do - you - think - you - ARE?!"
He stood up and was appreciating his work.
"Some fallen angel who claims to be 'King of Hell' even though there are demons far more capable than you... I should NEVER have asked for YOUR help!"
He pulled out a short, golden knife out of his pocket, attempting to run it into my eye but was stopped by the woman who flung her arms around his torso, making her hood slide off.
Her complexion was nothing special. Boxy but fair. Her wavy, maroon hair was tied into a loose ponytail, held together by pink flowers. Her eyes and lips were of a brightly glowing purple, matching perfectly with the long robes on her shoulders. She had hollow cheeks and was overall rather bony.
Her olive skin looked like it was barely fixed onto her skeleton which made her appear ill, malnourished and far older than she actually was. Her voice was of the same ghastliness as herself:
"My Grace, our plan is not yet ruined by this incompetence! Imagine: If one sends her away, it may as well be the Faraway Lands! It'll just be weeks until my preparations are complete! Then, her family won't be in our way and we will finally take the revenge you deserve to give your son. And believe me when I say: I won't fail... Sixty years of damnation are reason enough not to mess it up like him..."
She nodded disgustingly towards my cowering body with this last word. My Lord had calmed down by now.
"Look Morgenstern... You can thank our friend here for getting you out of this mess... If not for her I would have killed you! The Morningstar gets what he wants no matter what! We will release her but send her home..."
The two visitors stood onto the satanic circles through which they had arrived and we're immediately surrounded by crimson flames. In the fire's hot gushing wind, the man's robes slightly opened, revealing the shiny, golden star on his belt, right before he left alongside the crystal witch.
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