His succubus looked almost angry as she reopened the door she'd just gone through, and Pyro arched an eyebrow as Suryx let Barghest back into his freshly cleaned workroom.
"Boss wants to see you, he sent the peacock down and everything."
Pyro took his time answering, cleaning his blades, and other tools while he contemplated any possible reason the High lord would require his presence.
The demon lord was meticulous in his work, turnover was high, mercy was low and the lesser demons weren't causing any more headaches than usual- therefore all his boxes were ticked in the work department.
A personal issue? His personal life was nonexistent, and that in itself assured him that he hadn't overstepped any boundaries, so what could it possibly be?
"Pyro, the peacock said he wants to see you immediately, like now immediately, so get your arse moving, I can finish up here."
He honestly didn't know what he would do without Suryx, the demoness was a master at her craft and they worked so well together, her penchant for inflicting pain almost matched his own.
"Yes ma'am" the handsome demon grinned, not adverse to being bossed around once in a while, and without further ado, he headed for the door.
THE HIGH LORD OF HELL
The woman Shaetan had chosen to amuse himself with whilst waiting for the demon lord, wasn't having the best of times.
Elisabeth Bathory was a long-time resident in Hell, her crimes against young women coming to the dark prince's attention back in the 16th century and by the time she found herself in front of the high lord of Hell, her murder tally was at an impressive 650.
Of course, her tendency to bathe in her victim's blood was a tad over the top for Shaetan, but it did make for a delightful torture tool for the young woman, and he had created a thousand different tortures for her over the centuries, she was one of his favorite personal patrons.
Elisabeth tried desperately to get to the beautiful woman Shaetan had conjured up for her, the woman's beauty calling to the blood countess, but every time she got within a few feet of her, the female would disappear and in her place was a full-length mirror, forcing Elisabeth to look at herself.
The years in Hell had not been kind to her, he had seen to that personally, and she couldn't seem to stop looking at her skeletal form staring back.
Gone was her youthful-looking skin and beautiful glowing eyes, instead, Elisabeth was subjected to a vision of decaying flesh, hanging off the bone in rotting chunks, her long sagging breasts just flaps of skin, dangling down to her stomach, where rigor mortis had started to leave its own mark.
Idly the Prince of darkness extended a black evil-looking claw, hearing footsteps nearing his office and knowing who had arrived.
One careful nick from the malignant claw and Elizabeth was scrambling to hold her intestines in, as the flayed open flesh of her gut released everything onto the carpet.
She howled in agony, as he set the large intestine on fire, expelling any excess water from her body and serving to heat her core up to an eye-watering temperature.
Shaetan never tired of torturing his personal guests, and right on cue Podarge appeared to take the screaming woman back to her cage.
The Harpy was extremely efficient at housekeeping for the dark prince, having loyally served him for centuries.
And as she disappeared with Elizabeth praying to a God that would never hear her, there was a sharp knock on his study doors.
Ah, Pyro was here, excellent.." ENTER" the powerful prince commanded.
Pyro was a unique demon, his good looks created a stir amongst his female population and Shaetan hoped this asset would help to obtain a certain little witch, hell maybe he would throw in the insolent uncle for free.
PYRO
There was something about the High King of Hell that made Pyro want to hide his genitals, he supposed it was a common reaction for the demons. Shaetan was quite well known for his carnivorous appetite after all, but it still made him feel uneasy.
He waited to be offered a seat, and after a dismissive wave of jeweled fingers, Pyro perched himself on the Devil's leather couch.
Today the man was dressed in human skin, probably considered handsome to the older ladies of his world, not that any of them would try to engage with the prince of darkness, Lillith put a stop to that eons ago.
Pyro waited for him to speak, aware that everything about his ruler was an elaborate game of cat and mouse, Shaetan enjoyed the chase, it was an integral part of his predatory nature, and Pyro was smart enough to stay quiet, provoking the beast was just stupid.
Shaetan was lazily playing with a fireball, tossing it from one palm to another as he eyeballed the much younger demon, finally when it was clear that the head torturer wasn't willing to engage, he spoke.
"I have a personal retrieval operation for you."
Wait...what? Pyro never went topside, that's what the Grim twins were for? Jacquel and Ibis were Hell's henchman, the Reapers would collect the souls from the earth at the time of their death and transport them downstairs to the waiting boatman, beginning the initiation into Hell. They never left a soul uncollected.
Shaetan eyed the demon lord, knowing the confusion that must be coursing through him, and decided to throw the dog a bone.
"The soul is not human, but was promised to me by the girl's mother on the day of her 21st birthday, a blood payment for services rendered." The dark prince's lips stretched, exposing his razor-sharp,poison-tipped teeth and the room rose several degrees suddenly, warning Pyro that Shaetan was in danger of losing his temper.
"Unfortunately the little brat has inherited certain abilities from her father's side that I hadn't counted on, and also has the help of a powerful mage.''
"As it turns out, Jacquel and Ibis, can't track her because of this little issue, only another fallen can."
The grin on the Devil's face grew impossibly wide, exposing all of his teeth as he narrowed his flame-filled gaze, focussing on Pyro as he delivered the bombshell.
"Pack your things Pyro, you have been chosen to bring me her soul, you leave tonight."