I shook this memory from my mind and stepped forward, telling them both of my intent and daring them to challenge it. However, they merely stood back and allowed us entrance as the door opened, telling us both that they must have had their orders to allow us inside.
Then the moment we entered, only two words came out of my mouth at the sight that greeted us…
“Hello, father.”
10
Hell Freezes Over When the Devil is In Love
“Do they still have such a thing in the mortal realm as a twilight zone?” Dariush muttered next to me, making me raise a brow at him before telling him in a dry tone,
“I believe so.”
“Great, good to know there’s a trend starting,” he said sarcastically with regard to the vast modern space we now found ourselves in. Especially considering the seemingly endless Hellish hallways of the castle we had only moments ago found ourselves in. Indeed, it was vastly different to the last time I was within its walls. But then again, the last time I was here was to aid him in recovering his own Chosen One. A fact he had clearly achieved, for not only was she also in the room with us, but she was clearly the reason for such a distinct change in his usual demonic space.
Because, in the place that usually depicted upon its walls the tortured souls of Hell trying to escape the eternal flames, there was sleek walls and modern furnishings… which wasn’t what I nor my brother expected. But then again, I never expected I would end up with a collection of kid’s toys displayed in my living space either but well, shit me, that had happened… and fucking quickly.
But gone was the constant reminder of death, and in its place was some luxury apartment you would have found in some Metropolitan city in Earth’s realm. One that would have set you back in the millions, especially with the view that was being conjured up outside of the entire wall of glass. A view that strangely looked like Paris at night.
As for the rest of the interior, a black marble floor, veined with white flecks and polished to a high sheen, lay out in front of them like a watery blanket of oblivion. A stark white leather sofa faced the windows and curved around the stylish floating fireplace that hung from above. The whole thing looked like some kind of art exhibit with its black twisted metal that dripped down into a large tear shape, one that had a fire burning in its clear glass centre.
Beyond that, the room was sectioned by raised platforms that had a few steps leading up from the sunken living space. The first of these held a sleek dining table made of stone and metal, with high backed chairs to match. On from this, a few steps led down again into an open plan kitchen, that held an island in the middle bigger than most queen-sized beds. This too was made up of even more black marble contrasting against the white countertops of the kitchen.
I knew instantly it was all an illusion, and clearly one done for the Egyptian goddess that currently stood at that countertop mixing what looked like pancake batter in a bowl. She was also wearing something that made her look like some kind of pin-up girl from a 50’s housewife magazine thanks to the frilly pink apron.
Pythia had taken many forms over her entire existence, but what I was seeing now was what I knew to be her true self. Raven dark hair that was currently pinned up in rolls, artfully arranged over her head and interwoven with a pink bandana that was knotted at the top. Her sun kissed skin complimented the pale pink of her dress, with its dark pink underskirt giving the stark colourless room life. But nothing was more striking than that of her olive-green eyes that were speckled with branches of gold around the irises. A pair that Lucifer clearly allowed himself to get lost in if the illusion of the room was any indication.
However, the sight of both apartment and Oracle was nothing in comparison to the shocking sight of our father. It actually made me wonder if he had mirrored his outfit on Hugh Hefner, a soul that was no doubt happily enjoying his resting place in the Realm of Lust.
In fact, I knew for a certainty the famous playboy, who gave birth