It wasn't that far of a drive from the venue of Jimmy Barnes' wedding to the modern style mini mansion, so Gehenna sat in the front passenger seat acting the part of dog with her snout resting on the rolled down window. "You actually look like a dog." Lucifer ruined the perfectly good silence.
"For all intents and purposes, I am." Gehenna quirked a jowl in attempts at a smirk before lifting and turning her head to face the Devil. "Shall we go interrogate the rapper?" She gave a single wag of her tail and let her tongue loll out the side of her mouth. With a chuckle, and a nod, Lucifer got out of the car and strolled to the passenger side to let Gehenna out.
The hound jumped out of the car and trotted alongside the Devil, easily keeping up with his confident stride as they made their way to the front door. The older man, who was easily assumed to be a butler, answered the door shortly after Lucifer pressed the doorbell. Standing tall, with pristine posture, the butler opened the door swiftly with a "Good afternoon, sir." towards Lucifer while sparing a glance down at Gehenna's sitting form.
"Yes, I'm here to see the man sadly known as 2Vile." Lucifer dismissed the butler's disapproving glances at his hound companion, "Is he in?"
"I'm sorry, sir. He is unavailable." The butler responded, "He's in mourning, I'm afraid." The butler's answer had Gehenna glancing up and Lucifer as a quiet growl rumbled in her chest.
A subtle flick of a finger from Lucifer quieted the hound and he bent slightly at the waist while maintaining eye contact with the butler. "Right. I have narcotics for him."
With that, the butler stepped to the side, opening the door wider, and gestured for Lucifer to enter the house. "Can your dog stay outside?" He asked as Lucifer stepped over the threshold.
"I'm sorry, she's a service dog." Lucifer told the old man and gestured for Gehenna to enter behind him.
"Right this way, sir." The butler nodded and lead the hell dwellers through the house to where the horrible music was the loudest.
"Can someone please turn down this god-awful music!" Lucifer's raised voice had some heads turning to look at him, but the music didn't stop. Gehenna sat beside the butler as Lucifer made his way closer to the DJ. "Hello, Disc Jockey!" He raised his voice again and Gehenna flattened her ears against her head, and noticed the butler's attention hadn't really left her sitting form. The music finally stopped and Lucifer rolled his shoulders, "Thank you."
"Who's this clown?" The man that both hell dwellers assumed was 2Vile asked while gesturing between his butler and Lucifer, "And why is there a mutt in my house?" when he saw Gehenna sitting there. She felt her hackles raise as her jowl curled to show a glint of her sharp canines.
"He has narcotics for you, sir. And she is his service dog." The butler bowed slightly and left the room.
"My name is Lucifer Morningstar. That there is Gehenna." Lucifer quickly made introductions as he took a few steps towards where 2Vile sat, Gehenna staying in her place as she took the time to look around the relatively spacious place, and at each individual that was in the room. She could also smell the guns that were present in the room.
"Jimmy wasn't joking about the gun totting. At least everyone in this room has a pistol." Gehenna quickly told Lucifer.
""Lucifer Morningstar"? Well that's a good hip-hop name." 2Vile commented while smirking.
"Well that offends me." Lucifer scoffed as he looked sharply at the man, Gehenna standing in place catching the uneasy glances some of the men around sent her way.
"What, you don't like hip-hop?" 2Vile asked, sitting forward in his seat slightly.
"No, I most certainly do not." Lucifer replied in a scoff again, joined by a growl rumbling through Gehenna's chest.
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The Devil's Hellhound
Hayran KurguGehenna Canes; Hellhound. Lucifer's left hand. One of his top torturers, and companions. She was one of the first beings Lucifer created in Hell. She was the one that put every sinner's shining moment on repeat. She was the one that tore their souls...
