Hell's Missing Piece

Chapter Two

The young general sat in her chambers on a simple chair, wearing a simple cream t-shirt and tightened black pants, mortals would call them leggings? Her long dark brown hair pulled back into a messy bun as she moved her left hand into the pail of soap water and back to her silver chest plate, scrubbing the blood of the metal and out of the creases from the designs.
Why didn't she get one of the servants or black smithy apprentices? Well, she was brought up and trained to take care of herself and those she commands and there are stories of her previous Generals. Of which they gave their armour to the wrong person, it was tampered with and they failed in battle. Not the legacy she wants to leave behind.
She had already finished cleaning her greaves, gauntlets, helmet, the back side of the chest plate, her sword and her shield. This was the last piece of armour and she was done with it.
Setting the armour aside she moved over to her wardrobe and adorned something less casual.
She kept the black pants but instead of the cream shirt she put on a deep red robe that ended in several points at her mid thigh.
Knock Knock
"State your name and business." For a moment Naveita heard nothing from the other side of the doors and pondered if it was just a prank. Until,
"Nav, Pou is making cookies in the palace kitchens, you better hurry before they get cold." Says Alaecriz. Why is he running messages?
She walks up to the door but before she can get to it, it opens to reveal the King, not wearing his obsidian crown or his black dragon armour but a long sleeved black shirt and loose black pants, his messy brown hair, messier than usual.
"What flavour?" She asks, cookies spiking her curiosity.
"Double choc chip, Pou's favourite." Yaaaayyyyyy.
"Can't keep her waiting then, can we?" She says, eager to taste them.
"No, and not when she'd get sick eating that many cookies all by herself." They walk out of the door and start towards the palace kitchens.
The long corridor is not red like many of the other rooms and walkways, but a simple grey granite. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of the black protective magik that keeps the occupants safe but it easily blends in with the grey.
The fabric shoes that both of the rulers are wearing barely make a sound, not that it would matter in the deserted hallway.
They walked in a peaceful silence to the kitchens and when they came in they saw their friend, the Ward of Hell, covered in flour and cocoa dust. Pouella was leaning against a wooden bench when they walked in, facing the oven where, what looked to be, slightly more than fifty cookies were being baked.
Hearing the door open and shut she turned around as a manic smile spread across her face.
"Cookies are nearly done." This would have been frightening if she didn't have spotted brown hair from all the cocoa dust.
"Excellent." The two reply with the same manic grin.
Brinbrinbrinrbing, the timer next to the oven goes off and Pouella gets her white and red stained oven mitts on, opens the door and a wave of heat comes out as she brings out six trays of golden brown cookies.
"Wow, they look good!" Says Alae reaching out his hand, which is quickly stopped by Pouella's oven mitt.
"We are only half-demon, that means we can still burn our tongues." Says Naveita.
"Awe, not even one?" Whines the King.
Pouella lifts up her hand and gracefully waves it around and over the cookies. Black magik begins to flow from her fingertips as the cookies get shrouded in the black mist. The magik licks up her arm like fire and then slowly melts to nothing as the mist disappears. The room's temperature had dropped by several degrees and she reached out her hand again, grabbed a cookie, and bit straight into it. It softly tore apart.
"All good." She hums as she motion towards the cooled cookies.
"Shouldn't your King get first picks?" Alae huffs as he picks up six cookies.
"It doesn't matter, cookies." States Naveita. The others nod in agreement while munching on the delectable substance. They stand like this for a few moments, moans of happiness often being heard through mouthfuls of the delicious treats.
Knock Knock Knock Knock
"Come in," says the King through half a mouth full of cookie.
The door opens to reveal a messenger spirit wearing the gold black uniform of the army.
"The Major has requested your presence General Atohno. He waits for you in secondary war room." The messenger then leaves and closes the door.
Naveita looks down at the unfinished cookie in sadness, not noticing Pouella rushing around the kitchen. She rushes back and stuffs ten cookies into a tupperware box, closes it and says,
"Take them with you." The General brightens up and walks out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to her friends.
"I wonder what is it about." The Ward says, eyeing the door while reaching for another cookie.
"I'm sure she'll tell us... Well, I have business in the Throne room to attend to and I need you to sit there with me so I look powerful."
"Uuugggghhhh. Okay." Pouella complains, gathering up cookies in her arms before leaving the rest to properly cool.