“Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” says Semyazah.
I walk back to my desk, leaving them by the door. Let them follow me into my territory.
“I’m being Lucifer. I was ambushed. Someone with heavy magic possessed the idiots who attacked me. Last night I get a crank call telling me to kill myself or get murdered. It must have come from inside the palace, or are your people selling Satan’s private number on Craigslist? On top of that, Deumos burns me in effigy. A trifecta of bullshit. So Lucifer is retaliating.”
I pour myself a drink. Semyazah follows me back to the desk. If looks could kill.
“Retaliating against those pathetic witches? They couldn’t have attacked you. Or called you. They’re rabble with no resources. Deumos’s followers are as lost as any damned mortal soul in Hell. By attacking them, you’re making those fools more important than they have any right to be.”
Merihim is just listening. He picks up random books and objects from the shelves. The same above-it-all bullshit he always pulls when he’s trying to figure out who has the upper hand in a discussion. Sometimes he reminds me of Medea Bava, the head of Sub Rosa inquisition. Marchosias looks at me like I’m barbecue ribs and she’s trying to decide between a Texas red sauce and Carolina mustard.
Merihim says, “I’m not so sure. Our lord’s tone is boorish but he might be right to stop this false prophet with one short swift blow. Deumos wants to weaken our true church and divide the people.”
“I agree,” says Marchosias. “Are we going to stand around like those sheep in Heaven as she transforms herself into a new Lucifer and leads a rebellion against us?”
The general isn’t happy his two compadres disagree with him. How far can I push him?
“Semyazah’s just mad he missed raiding Deumos’s church with Vetis. Don’t worry. I’ll wake you the next time so you can join the fun.”
He takes a couple of steps in my direction.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that.”
I push myself up off the desk.
“Like what? Your boss?”
“Like a fraud and a coward who plans to desert us the moment he finds a way out of Hell.”
“Damn right. Your war landed you here. Me, I just slipped on a banana peel.”
Marchosias taps a fingernail on the bookcase to get our attention.
“If it helps, we’ve identified the three soldiers who attacked you. They’re from different companies within the legion. We’re interrogating their comrades and senior officers. We’re also interrogating the weapon masters and taking an inventory of the armory to see where they might have found their guns.”
“Great. So you’re going to chat up what, four hundred soldiers who are all going to lie and stick up for their buddies. And how long is it going to take to count every pistol in the armory? How will you even know if you can trust the count? You’d be better off wandering the streets wearing a big sign that says ‘Did You Do It?’ ”
Semyazah lowers his head and half smiles.
“This is the great and terrifying Sandman Slim, the monster who kills monsters? I never thought a feeble attack and a phone call would have you behaving like this. It’s unbecoming for an assassin or the lord of Hell.”
I sit down at the desk and sip my drink.
“Come on, boys and girls. We all know I’m a terrible Lucifer. I only got the job because I killed Mason.”
“Don’t be so modest,” says Marchosias. “No one else could stop him. I mean no slight, General, but if it wasn’t for Stark, Heaven would have laid waste to all of Hell and we’d be dead.”
“So what? Killing Mason doesn’t qualify me to run a muffin stand in a mall. You’re all more qualified to be Lucifer than I am but none of you has the sand to step up and do it.”
Merihim shakes his head.
“This is absurd and insulting. Come. Let’s leave our lord to think his deep thoughts.”
He starts for the door and Semyazah follows. Marchosias rolls her eyes and starts after them.
“Don’t be so hasty,” she says.
I shout some hoodoo and the door seals itself shut.