Heaven, Hell, and Earth

Chapter 51

Meanwhile deep bellow the city, in an underground labyrinth of tunnels and catacombs, Pentious's newest members or rather hired help were waiting to hear from their leader on what their next move was to be. In the meantime they were preparing for their next encounter and of an important event that was to come.

"I'll never forget the looks on their faces after we beat em." Striker grinned, craving notch into his knife handle. "Imagine, the likes of us taking down not one, but two brats spawned by blue bloods."

"Don't get a swelled head, darling." Verosicka replied, as she sat in there lounge, sewing particular garment for someone. "They're half human, of course we were able to take them. Half-breeds are the easiest prey, second only to humans."

"Whatever." He scoffed. "It's just too damn bad and we need them alive. I'd give my left nut, just stick a bullet through the head of Beelzebub's son."

"I don't know, I kind of like em." Fizzarolli said. "They're fun to mess with. You think they'd want to hang out, when this is all over?"

"Of course not you stupid clown!" Barbie snapped. "They're the enemy! They hates us! They want to destroy us and we want to destroy them!"

"Not destroy them." Striker reminded her. "Use them. Or at least use the two half-breeds. We could probably do whatever we like with everyone else."

"I wonder what it'll happen to those half human tools when we're done with them." Verosicka said pulling a needle through the fabric.

"What is that anyway?" Barbie asked her. "You don't normally wear that color."

"It's not for me. Our fork-tongue told me to make it. Apparently it's meant to serve as a symbolic bridal trousseau."

"What does that mean?" Striker asked.

"I don't know but I was bored so I agreed to do it for him."

"I'm bored too." Striker said. "How much longer til we can go back up there for round two? I wanna try to tear off Smiley's antlers and mount on my wall! And maybe even add that moth broads wings to the collection as well!"

"No you won't." Came the oily-slick, seductive yet uncomfortable voice of Valentino. He waltzed in there like smoke creeping in, lighting his cigarette and looking upon Verosicka with lust and Striker, Fizzarolli, and Barbie with a hidden disgust. He often thought imps and corpses were basically trash just waiting to burn, but he always did a good job at hiding his contempt.

"Vaggie belongs to me. That is our agreement. Hurt her if you must but don't kill her." He licked his lips. "And try not to damage her skin."

"You know you're really sick, boss." Striker said. "Trying to F* your own sister. I don't think even incubui or succubi would do that."

"We wouldn't." Verosicka confirmed. "I mean we live for sex with anyone and with any method, but even we have our limits."

"Spoken like creatures who truly don't understand the true purity of my blood and hers. You see our blood was always meant to mingle, in order to make our clan truly thrive. The moth clan was once a thriving race that reigned over thousands and inspired fear. But then humanity and the holy men fought back, and forced us to run and hide like rats in the sewer. And then to add further insult to injury, my fool of great-grandfather decided to abolish our old ways and try to live as humans do, so we could obtain peace between the races. Live in peace with those who banished us? Those who are weaker than us? Never! We should have kept fighting! We should killed them all!"

"Well to be fair, according to history peace was the better option at the time." Fizzarolli said. "We demons may outrank humans in skill, but they outrank us in numbers and trying to make an enemy of othem, after half of your clan had been wiped out, it wouldn't have been wise to fight."