The Devil's Hellhound

3. Oh Delilah

It didn't take much for Gehenna to deal with Delilah's fans while Lucifer guided said artist into Lux. Gehenna made sure the human security had a handle on the line outside before returning to her original post, inside the club. She got there in time to hear Delilah ask Lucifer a question that brought a chuckle out of the Hellhound. "Did I sell my soul to the Devil?" She asked him, which earner her a chuckle from the Devil himself.

"Well, that would imply that the Devil's actually interested in your soul." He replied to her, giving her a cheeky smile. "Look, all I did was introduce you to a few key people who owed me favours, that's all." He explained with a shrug.

"I mean, with all the good came a hell of a lot of bad." Delilah sighed, but her small smile remained on her face.

Gehenna tuned out of their conversation after Lucifer quipped back with "Oh right, so the Devil made you do it, did he?" Gehenna turned to the bar, grabbing herself another drink and sharing a conversation with Maze.

It was almost an hour later when Lucifer and Delilah stood up and were getting ready to leave. Lucifer scanned the club looking for his Hellhound, finding her rather quickly and guiding Delilah and himself to her current position by the bar. "Gehenna, would you escort Delilah and I outside." Lucifer's British voice drawled over the music. With a nod to Lucifer, and an eye roll to Mazikeen, Gehenna followed the pair out o the club and along the sidewalk. "I'm gonna do as you asked. I'm gonna get it together. Promise, Lucifer." Delilah said as she linked her arm with Lucifer's, Gehenna could hear her determined smile on her face.

"Look," Lucifer started and grabbed the woman by her shoulders, looking at her face. "It's not about me. What happens now is up to you." He said, his face showing sincerity, and since Lucifer never lies Gehenna knew that his sincerity was true. 'C'mere you." He mumbled as he brought her in for a hug.

The sound of tires squealing from the road had Gehenna alert and immediately moving to close the gap between her and the duo ahead of her. The sight of a pistol, and the sounds of gunshots ringing out, seemed to make Gehenna think she was moving in slow motion. She stood in front of the pair, feeling bullets pierce her flesh, but she knew she was too late to save the young woman whose body fell to the ground, bringing Lucifer's with her. With a growl, she shifted form- becoming invisible to the human eye- and charged towards the now totaled SUV. She heard the gasp from Lucifer letting her know he was back to consciousness but she was focused on the soul she was about to devour.

Lucifer came into the Hellhound's view as he tore the door off of the vehicle and grabbed a hold of the dying man's jacket. "Oh no, no,no, not yet." His voice sounding like it did back in Hell. The man gasped as his eyes shot open, blood still pouring from his various wounds. "What did you do?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry. Sorry" The man made a feeble attempt to excuse his actions.

"Why did you end her life?" Lucifer was beyond angry, causing Gehenna to let out a feral growl at the man.

"Why else? Money." He said. Right then Gehenna knew she was going on a hunt to find out who called the hit.

"Money." Lucifer spat the word. "Oh it's times like this I wish I was still in Hell." Gehenna let out an agreeing growl. "All the fun activities I'd have planned for you." His eyes glowed red and Gehenna's voice entered his mind briefly, "All the ways I would tear him apart." She growled again and snapped her jaws for the effect.

"Hey man, I just pulled the trigger." The man told him honestly, and Gehenna could tell that he was starting to fade again. "He's dying sir." Gehenna told Lucifer, and on cue the man exhaled quietly and his body went limp.

"Escort him to Hell Gehenna." Lucifer ordered and with a wolfish grin, she did just that.

Grabbing the man's soul, or more accurately eating the man's soul, Gehenna opened a small portal to Hell- a special trait for Hellhounds, like a single person mode of travel- and made her way through the pillars and ash; the smell of brimstone, the sounds of screaming, and the growls from her fellow hounds welcoming her home, and found a fresh door with what she presumed was the man's name. Walking through the door, closing it tight behind her, she regurgitated the man's soul and watched his crowning moment start to play. She waited and watched, the night that just happened playing in the room, she watched while Lucifer grabbed him, and then she struck. Pouncing on the man like a rabid wolf would pounce on an elk, and tore him limb from limb, clawing through his torso and spilling his innards onto the floor, before ending with a sadistically wolfish grin and vicious eyes as she tore his head off of his shoulders. Letting out a howl, she made sure that he repeated his crimes before leaving the room and making her way back the way she came. Back through the pillars and narrow corridors, surrounded by doors containing the sinners of the past, she was almost to her destination when she smelt the scent of another hound.