Post by Carla Glenn on Sept 3, 2010 6:55:31 GMT
Even in its hayday the warehouse had seen little activity, and now it had been over a year since the company owning it had collapsed. The corregated metal walls were turning rusty, and the stacks of office supplies within that still went unclaimed were covered with a fine layer of dust. Nobody had claimed it, not since the financial problems that had bombarded the country, but had anybody looked into the distant ownership, they would have discovered that it belonged to a shadow company that in turn had once belonged to the now defunct law firm Devil's Advocates.
The only sign of life was a small light flickering in one of the back offices. Electricity had been cut off from the property a long time ago, but curiously, that never seemed to be a problem for its chief resident.
Raised voices, however, would have been much more of an alert to anybody of the strange goings on lurking inside than the light. And were anybody to glance inside that room, they'd of discovered a meeting of the most sinister kind.
Carla Glenn, former right hand woman of Caacrinolaas himself, sat behind a makeshift desk of old cardboard boxes, and was surrounded by a council of horrific demons. Opposite her, a seven foot tall, black, stoney skinned demon with bright red eyes and gigantic horns stood. To his side, a blubbery dark green slug. Worse shapes moved behind them. The last standing members of Devil's Advocates. Those who couldn't flee into an ordinary life due to appearance or commitment, very few human looking beings remained, most had been more than willing to abandon their cause.
"Dammit, will you listen to me!?" Carla screamed at her subordinates.
"Ha. I don't see why." Came the stoney demons confident voice. "Why should any of us listen to a flithy half breed?"
"Because Rino left me in charge!" Carla yelled back, furiously pounding her fist on her 'desk', and hiding her disappointment when the cardboard refused to make a satisfying 'thud'.
"Yeah, well, he ain't exactly here now, is he?" Spat the big slug demon.
"He's got a point." Spoke what could only be described as a giant octopus in the corner. "I could consume your soul before you had time to blink! You should be answering to us!"
"But I thought we had a plan sorted!" Carla protested, wide eyed.
"Yeah, well, maybe we want a new plan, right?" The stoney demon grinned. "And now Rino ain't here to protect you..." Carla's eyes turned as stoney as the demon's skin as she stared back.
"No, he isn't. But get this. Each and every one of you has signed yourself over to his side. And you aren't going to live forever. And when the afterlife comes, and you end up back in the depths of Hell, you know who'll be waiting for you. You know where you'll end up. And Rino will not be forgiving when you join him in prison..."
This speech seemed to do the trick. The demons settled down. The thought of their immortal selves suffering in a world beyond this one was enough to scare them into servitude. For now. Carla sighed deeply.
"Right then, so we'll follow my plan, shall we?" She said with a bitter sweet smile. "So, that's two pepperonis, two meat feasts, one barbecue chicken, and then one margerita for the veggie." This got some general groans from the back of the crowd.
"What? Not everybody likes meat, you know!" Insisted the stoney demon.
"We'll get that one using Kagrath the Destroyer's two for one voucher anyway." Carla added helpfully.
"I ssssstill think if we're using my voucher, I sssssshould get an extra sssssslice." Hissed an until-then unseen giant insect, clinging to the cieling over their heads, mottled brown skin reflecting in the low light and giant manibles clicking away.
"Listen Kagrath, we went through this last time! Everybody gets the same amount of slices, then the left overs are free for all. God!" Exclaimed the slug demon.
"Okay? Right. All sorted. Now, who's going to order? I've got no credit on my mobile, so..." Carla began.
"You usssssed that excussssse last time!" Hissed Kagrath.
"And the time before!" Boomed the slug.
"Alright, alright, so it's one of those fancy new touch screen ones and it's really hard to work with gloves on, okay!?" Carla admitted, wishing she had a real desk to pound her head against. "Will someone just bloody order so we can get to the real business?"
"Making the Night Watch so incredibly dead they'll have to rename this place the Town of the Living in comparison!"
The only sign of life was a small light flickering in one of the back offices. Electricity had been cut off from the property a long time ago, but curiously, that never seemed to be a problem for its chief resident.
Raised voices, however, would have been much more of an alert to anybody of the strange goings on lurking inside than the light. And were anybody to glance inside that room, they'd of discovered a meeting of the most sinister kind.
Carla Glenn, former right hand woman of Caacrinolaas himself, sat behind a makeshift desk of old cardboard boxes, and was surrounded by a council of horrific demons. Opposite her, a seven foot tall, black, stoney skinned demon with bright red eyes and gigantic horns stood. To his side, a blubbery dark green slug. Worse shapes moved behind them. The last standing members of Devil's Advocates. Those who couldn't flee into an ordinary life due to appearance or commitment, very few human looking beings remained, most had been more than willing to abandon their cause.
"Dammit, will you listen to me!?" Carla screamed at her subordinates.
"Ha. I don't see why." Came the stoney demons confident voice. "Why should any of us listen to a flithy half breed?"
"Because Rino left me in charge!" Carla yelled back, furiously pounding her fist on her 'desk', and hiding her disappointment when the cardboard refused to make a satisfying 'thud'.
"Yeah, well, he ain't exactly here now, is he?" Spat the big slug demon.
"He's got a point." Spoke what could only be described as a giant octopus in the corner. "I could consume your soul before you had time to blink! You should be answering to us!"
"But I thought we had a plan sorted!" Carla protested, wide eyed.
"Yeah, well, maybe we want a new plan, right?" The stoney demon grinned. "And now Rino ain't here to protect you..." Carla's eyes turned as stoney as the demon's skin as she stared back.
"No, he isn't. But get this. Each and every one of you has signed yourself over to his side. And you aren't going to live forever. And when the afterlife comes, and you end up back in the depths of Hell, you know who'll be waiting for you. You know where you'll end up. And Rino will not be forgiving when you join him in prison..."
This speech seemed to do the trick. The demons settled down. The thought of their immortal selves suffering in a world beyond this one was enough to scare them into servitude. For now. Carla sighed deeply.
"Right then, so we'll follow my plan, shall we?" She said with a bitter sweet smile. "So, that's two pepperonis, two meat feasts, one barbecue chicken, and then one margerita for the veggie." This got some general groans from the back of the crowd.
"What? Not everybody likes meat, you know!" Insisted the stoney demon.
"We'll get that one using Kagrath the Destroyer's two for one voucher anyway." Carla added helpfully.
"I ssssstill think if we're using my voucher, I sssssshould get an extra sssssslice." Hissed an until-then unseen giant insect, clinging to the cieling over their heads, mottled brown skin reflecting in the low light and giant manibles clicking away.
"Listen Kagrath, we went through this last time! Everybody gets the same amount of slices, then the left overs are free for all. God!" Exclaimed the slug demon.
"Okay? Right. All sorted. Now, who's going to order? I've got no credit on my mobile, so..." Carla began.
"You usssssed that excussssse last time!" Hissed Kagrath.
"And the time before!" Boomed the slug.
"Alright, alright, so it's one of those fancy new touch screen ones and it's really hard to work with gloves on, okay!?" Carla admitted, wishing she had a real desk to pound her head against. "Will someone just bloody order so we can get to the real business?"
"Making the Night Watch so incredibly dead they'll have to rename this place the Town of the Living in comparison!"
