Devil's Business

Spending Spree

(Zap!)The white tiles of Juno’s mansion welcomed him back to the earth’s soil. The life-sized humanoid figure of an American superheroes’ franchise is joyfully beaming to their arrival with a shield upon his left hand and a hammer on the right to guard Juno’s master bedroom with his might. Within the cold embrace of a translucent glass cabinet, more of the smaller superheroes figure greeted both of them with their rigid expression, while one Tonghoa's originated porcelain standing firm in adjacent to the wall and doing nothing to welcome them abroad.

Just like what happened before, Juno has felt a jingle of confusion when the teleportation magic came due. His head was twisting in the very start of their advance to the other universe. The demon, on the other hand, chiefly stood and doing its best to showcase the endurance of its kind against the hurricane of the wormhole magic that It used to transport the two of them out of the hell’s city.

“What time is it on earth, Master demon? Am I passing 2 weeks on this world as well?” Said the man of the house in-between the flux of headache.

“For another news, you’ll only have to bear exactly two hours on this world whenever you’re departed to hell, Juno. Don’t worry, time is definitely slower in my house.” Answered the demon accordingly,” Anyway, I have to attend my fellow demon king’s party. Good bye, Juno, and see you soon.”

(Snap!)

When the demon returned back to its hell’s kingdom, The mansion’s maid showed up to Juno’s location right after. She worried of Juno’s current condition, as he almost regurgitated at times by the sphere of confusion underneath.

“Mr. Juno! What happened? Are you okay?” Asked the maid as She chewed her lips while nursing her boss. She lose control a little, dropping what she held nervously to Juno’s left, knowing nothing of what to do other than massaging her boss’ shoulder for relaxation.

“Uh.... I am fine, Betty. Please put away those silly rod of pleasure from my sight. I don’t want to hear what you want to do with it at all.” Murmured Juno as he pointed out the item on his left. Betty got flustered by the mention of her carriage when she firstly seen him inside the master bedroom, and quickly disposed the rod of pleasure from Juno’s field of vision afterwards,” I am so sorry, Sir. I thought you were away from mansion last time.”

In his mind, the hours is ticking. As he remembered from the past encounter, he still has a few million dollars waiting for him under the bowel of hell’s flame. What he doesn’t know is the availability of those savings, due to the fact of the demon’s words that He can’t grow money within the hell’s system itself. The only issue right now is about the money that he has to burn away, since being lavish would provide him with more power down there.

“Might be wise to contact those travel agents, then. I have to go on an auction for expensive goods right away.” Muttered Juno as he rise up,”What should be the next one, then? Buying Mon a Luzon? I might have to contact Warron Dinner for this before I made up false choices in the future.” Continued the man while walking in circle around his bedroom, rubbing his neck several counts in unconscious manner. He completely forgot of his maid’s existence whenever his head is running down. Betty got more baffled when Juno kicked away her rod of pleasure to the open spaces down the bed. It rolled down neatly to the middle, awaited anybody to reach it out. Unfortunately, no matter how convenient her physique to snatch away the rod inside, the opportunity is blocked by her boss’ steady movement around the bed.

“Uh, boss Juno? What should I have to work on next? I have finished the house cleaning way back.” Asked Betty in retrospect to her duty. This is her effort to stop Juno’s stride and took the slim chance to take the rod. None to her mind if Juno actually has ignored her presence, therefore brought her to conclusion that the master bedroom is the new place for her favorite item after all.

“Good bye, mister happy. I’ll never absent of your help over me in the past months.” Spoke the maid-woman within her grieving mind before moving away from her boss’ private area right after,”I’ll stash you away in my memories, wish you luck with the new environment down there, my friend.”

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It’s the evening, three hours later from Juno’s return to the earth for the first time experience in hell. His secretary is sitting in her office, structuring the promises and plans for the night. The prime on her list is Juno’s promise to attend Je-llo’s party for the birthday of his third son, blue navy. For this matter, she has had pinned the timeline on to the bracket of her boss’ calendar earlier.

A professional concierge like Juno nowadays has no restrain over his leeway of life. Being an important person with private invitation to the most famous poet in the world is a no-no to let go. His script of poetry has promoted a novel creation of premises, or a rhyme as he called for the invention, and the publication amassed billions in revenue. The introduction of “100 solutions” fractured the hegemony of conventional poetry and introduced the newfangled methods for doing business in this field.

Seconds of his life on the very day was consumed solely to train on his written poetry script. Je-llo informed him to prepare for an excellent script for his son beforehand, especially due to Juno’s position as the godfather of Blue Navy himself.

“This has to be it, then... Time to go.” Murmured Juno as he tucking the final touch to his tuxedo against the mirror.

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‘

Time for warfare

Tertiary in fare

With no favor

In a labor

It must be pain

To shriek insane

In scream it wane

For revenge, total shame

A pattern

Baby blue

Shining color of the true

Third line of the troops

time of the loops

Blue navy

A symbol of valor

Heritage of glamour

One simple color

But glimmering in honor

“Thank you.”

Round of applause is clamoring to the stage. Juno has finished to show “baby blue” rhyme of poetry to the crowd. Je-llo was weeping in tears by the intensity of his rhyme. His wife, Byon-d, was trying to hold her tears as she remembered of how hard it is to labor her son for the third time. Some of the marine veterans, the special invitation for today’s birthday, were reminiscing the battlefield era of their tenure, screaming internally by the breeze of their memories of the cold war zone.

“Such an exquisite rhyme, partner. So deep, yet humble.” Praised Je-llo to Juno while he goes down from the stage. Blue Navy is on his clutch, looking at him with utmost interest as if the baby silently judging the appearance of the godfather in the special day of his. In correspond to the kid’s inquisitiveness, Juno went on caressing his hair and rubbing them gently.

“Well, an extraordinary day for my protege is important to me, ya know? I can’t forget this date forever.” Said Juno in return.

“So, what would you say for a drink? I’ll take one for the success of yours!”

“It’s been an honor for me, Je. Thank you.” Answered Juno, as the man of the party left him out to catch some liquid down the counter along with Blue Navy on his hands. Shortly after, Juno smiling graciously to somebody that came towards him in advance. Warron Dinner, the person that he proposed to meet in the party, is there and waiting for this moment to talk with him. In any case, he was invited as famous personality with no relation to Je-llo in general, so it is wise for him to wait until the man went out from the scene.

“How was it, Mr. Dinner? Have you done in searching the best investment for me?”

“Yes, obviously. In fact, I have some proposal to sign hereafter, Mr Ayodhya. Let’s arrange a private talks later on. This is not the right place to discuss.”

Juno affirmed the agreement with one shake to his left hand, before Warron Dinner left the party to look for somewhere strict to converse.

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Nine in the close-midnight. The town’s pier is vacate of people, safe for secret discourse among men. In Jatra, the official name of the city herself, rowdy commotion were only conceived before eight. The city’s mayor had settled regulations for night restrictions at the time due to security issues revolved in the past. Some has said that it was all the work done by the modern zodiac killer who crawls the city in this period. The other, like Juno and his wealthy old-man acquaintance from the latest painting’s bid, has perceived the rumour as nonsensical and benign, hence brought them to the heart of no man’s land by no fright upon their head.

“So, what’s with the venue? Too cold for warm debate, I presume.” Muttered Juno as he came closer to the old man near the concrete fence of the pier. The paintings’ merchant, Warron Dinner, conveniently laughing in quiet for reply,”Here, this is the list you’re for. I don’t have much to make, but that’s all we can deal in subsequent weeks.”

Hearing the mention of date, Juno’s eyebrows raised up to a degree,”It’s too long for the bargain, Warron. I can’t-“

“Ah, no protest, capische? You’re the one asking, I’m just giving something in return. This list is too hard to maintain, Ayodhya.” Stated the old man before patting Juno’s back in his leave,”Don’t fret. It would be worthwhile, Juno, so just enjoy the deal. Please send my greetings for the Beast, will ya?”