“Thank you for your permission but, no, I prefer soldiers to politicians and madmen.”
I weigh the duffel bag in my hand. It’s just a few pounds. Not much to show for three months as God’s redheaded stepchild.
“If Deumos breaks her neck or chokes to death on a ham sandwich, you’re going to have to do something about it.”
“I won’t send troops into the Tabernacle.”
“Then make sure there’s no reason to. You have spies in the church?”
“I’m a general. I have spies everywhere.”
“Good. Give them a kick in the ass and tell them to keep their eyes on Merihim and his sky pilots. One more thing. I want someone to make a list of all the current punishments for damned souls. We’re going to be making a few changes there.”
“Is that all, Lucifer?”
I walk to him and put out my hand.
“Good luck, General.”
Semyazah stares at it and then at me before putting out his own hand.
“I won’t see you off, if you don’t mind.”
“Until we figure things out, the farther you stay away from me the better.”
Semyazah nods curtly and goes off to polish bullets or give the troops a sponge bath, whatever it is generals do between wars.
Bill is on his feet. He has his hat in his hand and he’s looking at the floor.
“What can I say, Bill? You’re my Abilene Bodhisattva. I’m trying to pick and choose my fights better. All those people that got killed in the market, it wasn’t me. It was the Magic 8 Ball. I swear on Lee Van Cleef’s grave.”
He shakes his head, smiling.
“I don’t understand half of what you just said but that’s all right. We never had royalty in the family before.”
Bill isn’t the hugging type, so we shake hands.
On his way out he says, “Don’t forget the bed. I’ll owe you a drink when you get back.”
“If things go right, everyone in Creation is going to owe me a drink.”
When I’m alone I go to the phone and push the PISSANTS button.
A female voice picks up.
“My lord?”
“Who is this?”
“Malabraxas. I’m assistant to Brimborion.”
“He isn’t coming to work for like forever, so you get to steal all his Post-its. But before that, I want you to call down and clear out the garage. I don’t want anyone down there for an hour.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Don’t call me ‘lord.’ ”
“Yes, Lucifer.”