Return of the Disgraced Archangel

Paperwork Is Murder

A/N. Review responses!

"btw, you don't have to apologize lol

it is your story, not mine, don't feel sorry for not wanting to do something!

also, love the title, now on to reading!"

I just have a habit of apologizing all the time, sorry. Lmao. Thanks!

":O A CLIFF HANGER?-

Now I gotta wait till u add more to figure out what happenssss

Good chapter tho! short, but you get alot in it, although it may just feel short bc I was so hooked onto it lol"

Well, wait no longer, here it is! As for length, it wasn't too bad. It was about 2k words, which is 500 more than my goal for every chapter. This one is longer though. By about 600 more words, so enjoy!

Onto the chapter.

     "Really, Percy?" Tartarus asked, a smug smile plastered on his face. "I offer you a place to stay, offer you food, be a generous host, and you go and do this? I expected more out of you."

     "You only treated me well because you wanted something from me. You tried to drug me. You aren't innocent, Tartarus. Don't pretend to be." Percy said.

     Tartarus tutted. "I guess it's time then. Come with me, Lucifer. Or we'll have a brawl down here." He turned to Pallas. "Chain the prisoner again. And keep guard over her."

     Tartarus turned around and started to walk through the hallway. Percy gritted his teeth and followed him. He could've refused and started a fight, but he didn't like the odds. Dispatching Pallas would've been easy enough if it was just him, but Tartarus would've taken his full attention. And fighting Tartarus wasn't the best idea when they were in his domain, where he was strongest. In a fight, his best advantage would be to fly and dive down to attack, but he couldn't do that in a tight corridor underground. So he had no choice but to follow.

     Tartarus led Percy to the dining room. He turned to the angel. His face was etched with an expression of contained rage. "Sit." The singular word resonated through the room. It was filled with power and conviction, holding back the primordial's anger.

     Percy sat in the same seat he had sat in just hours earlier, at the end of the table. Tartarus leaned against the table, looking down at him. "That wasn't cool, Lucifer."

     "Like I give a shit. Just get it over with. Give me the Dad-damned documents, since that's all you have me for!"

     Tartarus chuckled. He reached into his suit jacket and produced a singular slip of paper. He laid it down on the table in front of Percy. He placed a black ballpoint pen next to it. "Take your time." Tartarus said. He was teasing Percy, not that you could tell from his serious voice.

     Percy slowly, carefully, gently, picked up the pen and took off the cap. He set it down and studied the paper in front of him. The ink printed on it read:

     By signing this transfer of property, you, _________, release the domain of Hell over to Tartarus. This includes any citizens remaining, and any land associated with it.

     This was the paperwork? One slip of paper with a statement on it and a line for a signature? It was pitiful and minimal. No fine print either.

     Percy looked up at Tartarus. "One condition." He said.

     Tartarus narrowed his eyes. "You're in no position to be making demands."

     "No matter what, you need my signature. Without it, hell isn't yours. So yeah, I think I can make any demand I damn well please."