SCALES-13

The guy sitting on the couch across from our standing place looked more like an older brother to Eversio than a father – maybe in his early to mid-twenties, dressed like a biker with his dark jacket and gloves.

He was the spitting image of his son, with the same statuesque features and golden hair. When he turned I found that his eyes were the silvery version of Eversio’s, evaluating the scene before him with a casual observation.

“You’re one of my bastards, aren’t you?” he asked Eversio, taking a long drag from a cigarette.

“We had an appointment, father. I was hoping for a slightly more professional reception.” Eversio replied, the disgust evident in his voice.

“Oh.” Lucifer sighed, “Eversio. Your mother was just as much of a killjoy. It’s a wonder I managed to get in her pants-”

Eversio cleared his throat in annoyance. Lucifer chose just then to take notice of me, his smoky eyes lighting up with mute interest.

“You’ve brought some jailbait.”

“It’s just another recruit.” Eversio sighed, “Now, if you don’t mind, there’s something to be said about our defenses-”

Lucifer waved him away.

“You from around these parts?” he asked me, watching my response through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Actually, I’m from Earth.” I replied, trying not to sound as awkward as I felt.

“A living human? It’s been a while...” he sighed and turned to his son, “What is it? Can’t it wait?”

Eversio muttered something indiscernible before throwing a scroll at him.

“Read that. Our borders have been shrinking!”

Lucifer shrugged, blowing smoke rings.

“Purgatory can have that worthless farmland for all I care.”

“It’s only a matter of time before they invade us!” Eversio hissed, “We have to reinforce-”

“-Please, Eversio, I’ve been around long enough to realize that political disputes are a supreme waste of time. If Limbo wants to join the party they can go right ahead. The more the merrier.”

Eversio looked like he was on the verge of punching his dad out.

I coughed awkwardly and both living statues turned to me.

“I...hate to interrupt this...touching moment but could someone explain why I’ve been brought down here and...given a tail? I’m a little lost.”

“Come sit on my lap and I’ll give you all the explanations you need, jailbait.” Lucifer grinned, his eyes unabashedly meeting mine.

“Ignore him.” Eversio muttered, “I’ll get you a copy of your contract, as soon as I deal with...this.”

“You know what, sonny boy?” Lucifer started, a smirk on his face, “You want me to hand over military control?”

“That would be great.”

“Fine, then. I’ll give away the title of High Commander. To the jailbait.”

Both Eversio and I protested instantly.

“Your...Highness...I can’t possibly accept-”

“No, she couldn’t! A human!”

Lucifer shrugged.

“I’ve done what you’ve asked me to. Now stop harassing me before I get June to escort you out.”

Eversio glowered, but started to move. I was in the process of following when his father piped up.

“You don’t have to go too, you know.”

I coughed nervously.

“Um...I have to...get the contract from him. But thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness.”

It was kind of unnerving talking to the devil. Especially when he was hot.

“If you’re sure, jailbait. Call me Lucifer.”

I coughed again and hurried after Eversio.

Somehow I managed to squeeze out of the palace and back to the courtyard, coughing the fumes out of my lungs.

Eversio seemed to appear out of nowhere and I jumped back, looking at the paper he was holding out towards me.

I took it and read it over, feeling my blood run cold. The contract. 

The End

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