Lucid Nightmares

Chapter 4

"We need to go see Lucifer. Now." Gwendolyn got up off the floor and basically dragged Christian out of the Jester's Golden Arches.

"Wha-- Wait, we're just gonna leave her there?" Christian choked out; Gwendolyn had him by the hoodie.

"She'll be fine, the cleanup demons will come and get her." Gwendolyn let go of Christian's hoodie to dig in her dress pocket; she pulled out a singular gold coin. She flipped it onto the pavement, and a second later, the coin ignited and exploded, and an elevator emerged from the flames. Gwendolyn motioned for Christian to follow her as she entered. Gwendolyn basically punched the down button, and the elevator descended rapidly, and far.

"I thought when I got here, I went down from Lucifer's office..." Christian said.

"It's all down," Gwendolyn replied. "Direction works weird in Hell, but we always go down, no matter what. Don't know why that is, but, that's how it works, so. Yeah."

They felt the elevator slow down to a stop after a few more seconds. They slid open, and they were in front of the door to Lucifer's office. Before Gwendolyn could kick the door down, however, a man's voice up above said, "Well, if it isn't bitch pudding and her new spooner."

Christian said, "Guh-roooss, I am NOT her...'' before looking up and seeing who spoke. It was a very handsome man, appearing to be in his mid-to-late twenties, dressed in quite an expensive looking suit and fedora, with golden accessories of chains and buttons all over. He was sitting cross-legged on a floating golden cane like a witch would ride a broom.

"Oh, this guy," Gwendolyn said as the stranger descended down slowly and landed on the floor like he was getting out of a car and leaned ever so casually on his cane. He dropped his golden sunglasses; his pale skin had a slight red tint to it, and his eyes burned amber.

"Eat a giant bag of mashed asses, Mammon, we gotta see your dad," Gwendolyn said, taking a threatening step towards him.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid my father is... quite busy at the moment," Mammon said, slipping his sunglasses back on and not sounding very sorry at all. He smiled, and Christian counted four gold teeth.

"Busy..." Gwendolyn said, trying to keep her cool, "doing what?"

"Oh, some unfortunate soul got crushed in the Soul Files department, and Elevator Lady is the one responsible for keeping track of that little station of the Hell's kitchen." Mammon sounded more and more smug with every word.

"Oh, good, 'cause that's what we need to talk to him about." Gwendolyn turned to Christian. "Come on," she said, but hand was only an inch away from the doorknob when Mammon stuck his cane tip into the doorframe in front of it, blocking the knob.

"I said," Mammon said, leaning in a bit too close to Gwendolyn, "he's busy."

Gwendolyn looked ready to kill Mammon, but Christian stepped forward. "Uh. G-Gwen? Maybe it's NOT the best idea to rage-beat a high-ranking demon."

"Why, yes, the mentor should listen to her protege. What WOULD happen if you were to hit the heir to Hell's throne? Hm?" Mammon was leaning closer, and Gwendolyn had made the mistake of breathing in while he was talking. She gagged, said "oh, fuck it--" and punched Mammon squarely in the face. He staggered backwards, holding his nose.

"You're the richest piece of shit in Hell and you can't even brush your teeth," Gwendolyn spat at him, grabbing Christian's arm and dragging him into the office with her, into a conversation between Lucifer and a sobbing Flo.

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"Flo, I'm not saying you did it, I just want to know if you know who could've," Lucifer said, handing Flo another tissue.