> "No, my lord. "
"Ashbliss here is a freelance thug. Someone has paid him to dispose of one of my better commanders. Possibly our friend, Xero. Little Ashbliss was going to trick you into doing the dirty work for him and then eliminate you. "
"Is that true?" Spyder asked.
Ashbliss wrung his hands.
"Fuck him," said Spyder. "Drag him back to the butchers quarter them hang him up on a hook. "
"I cant refuse a guest," Lucifer told the demon.
Ashbliss burst into tears. His candles flickered out, one by one.
"Hell, Im just blowing off steam. Cant you just lock him up or something?" asked Spyder. Then to Ashbliss. "Youll tell this man everything he wants to know, wont you, asshole?"
Ashbliss looked up with red-rimmed eyes, not sure what to do. He lunged and grabbed Spyders hand, planting kisses on it with his thin membranous lips. "I will! I will! Thank you!" His candles flickered back to life.
Spyder looked at Lucifer. "Can you make the doggie stop humping me?"
"Come here, wretch. "
Ashbliss went and stood before Lucifer.
"Youll begin your rehabilitation by going back to where you left my friends companions and bringing them to my palace. Go quickly, before you ruin my good mood. "
Bowing once, then twice, Ashbliss took off across the plaza as fast as his stumpy legs would carry him.
"Run, Forrest, run!" shouted Spyder.
Lucifer grabbed Spyder in a quick embrace. He was dressed in a striped black and gold hakama, the familiar chainmail over this bare chest, and a short jacket of some shiny material-vinyl or rubber. His head was shaved and from his mid-scalp down the
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