A/N: I took... way too much time to write this chapter, but enjoy!
Emily stared down at her gray hands, begging them to stop shaking. You have to do this, she reminded herself as Molly pulled her towards the podium where Saint Peter stood, nudging her.
"Saint Peter?" She cleared her throat as he turned to her, struggling with a large amount of paperwork. His usually pristine appearance looked messy, like he had barely gotten any rest. "I was, um, wondering how I could get to Hell?"
"You want to go to Hell?" He asked, surprised, flying down from his platform. "I'm not sure that's the best idea."
She blinked her eyes innocently. "Why not?"
"Well, um," he stammered. "You know... it's hell. Not your average tourist spot."
Emily chewed the inside of her mouth. "Saint Peter... " her voice trailed off as Molly shot her a glance that said don't fuck this up. She cleared her throat. "I would like to remind you that above all, I am still a Seraphim and I need to bypass the gates in order to visit Hell with my two comrades."
Saint Peter opened his mouth and closed it. "Uh... two comrades?"
Shit. She'd forgotten that Sir Pentious was hiding behind a building, and if he were to come out now, their only chance of getting to Hell would basically collapse. Emily glanced to Molly for help.
"The two of us!" Molly stretched out the syllables. "As in... me and Misty!"
"Misty?"
"My cat!" Emily could see Molly's knuckles whitening as she snapped her fingers, making Misty teleport to her arms. Slit, black eyes peered from the refuge and Emily winced, knowing that bringing the cat into Hell was the last thing Molly could want. It was basically her only family. "Misty. I don't go anywhere without her."
Saint Peter cleared his throat, fumbling through the papers near him. "Well there's nothing here that says you can't go, but I should still contact Sera just in case - she is in charge of transrealm travel here as you know and-"
Emily's eyes widened, and she shuffled her feet nervously on the white marbled floor. It was recently mopped and shiny, lines of shimmering gold separating the tiles. "No, I think it'll be better if we get going now."
Saint Peter hesitated, and Molly stepped forward. "Wait! I'm sorry. We lied." Emily stared at her. That isn't a part of our plan. "My brother... he's down there and I haven't seen him in so long and I just need to know if he's alive. I need to know if he's okay." Molly peered up at him with watery brown eyes. "You have a brother too right? You understand why. I asked Emily to do this for me because..." her voice broke. "I just can't live in peace knowing that he might be dead." The last word came out in a whisper and she looked away.
Emily raised an eyebrow. She didn't know that Molly was such a good actress. Coming up with a fake brother and sobbing real tears? She might as well enter Heaven's annual talent show.
Saint Peter looked around helplessly, but Emily could see his resolve weaken. "Family visits aren't allowed," he said weakly. "Not without permission from a higher member of Heaven and-"
Emily brightened. "Well, I'm a Seraphim! So I can give Molly permission to enter Hell."
Saint Peter dabbed at a drop of sweat on his forehead. "Well..." he dragged out slowly. "They've been prohibited for the time being and..." his voice trailed off as Molly shot him big, doe eyes. "Fine, fine! I'll open the portal. Just give me a minute." He muttered something about 'needing a spine' and 'so much paperwork'.
