to the name, would be finding an invitation to another dinner party. For I could imagine he and Asmodeus would soon become good friends, if it hadn’t happened already, as they most certainly shared a lot in common.
As for Lucifer, well he too looked as though he would have found himself on the guest list, as he now wore a red velvet robe with black collar, and a pair of lounge pants that made it look as if he was revelling in a lazy Sunday! All he was missing was the damn sailor hat and trademark pipe that the millionaire was known for. The tartan slippers were a nice touch though, though they did fuck all to aid him in looking like the bad ass ruler of Hell he was usually known for being.
Although, one more glance at his Chosen One, and it was of a little wonder why he chose not to give a fuck about appearances. As for his own vessel, this was one he’d kept for the longest time. The reason for which, I could very well imagine being the same reason he was now sat reading what looked like a fucking newspaper in a modern-day apartment…
Pythia.
Because he had known when he first formed his addiction to the girl, that if he had any hope of recreating the same in return, he would have to maintain the same vessel to build a familiarity with his image. So, what faced me now was the same sharp authoritative features he’d kept since the day he first laid eyes on her. High defined cheekbones, a long nose, and pale aqua eyes that changed depending on his mood. His dark hair was currently cut short and styled back from his face, which was combined with a smooth shave to match this clean look of his. As for his build, he had always maintained the impressive stature of a God, being he was the towering height of seven feet tall and a powerhouse of large muscles that encased the entirety of his body.
An impressing figure to be seen by a mortal, and one that would leave them in no doubt of who and what he was. Now, as for his true form, well that was for most, the stuff of nightmares. One I was unaware if Pythia had yet to encounter. But Pythia was an old being, older than myself and for as long as I knew of her, our father had been encroaching on her dreams. Hell, for all I knew he had been doing so for just as long as her very existence.
So naturally when doing so he’d always maintained the same vessel, creating a strong sense of his being in her mind. For no one, not even Dom, had waited for his Chosen One for as long as he had. And to make matters worse, Lucifer had known who his intended bride was to be for the near entirety of her being. In other words, a long fucking time in waiting.
Gods, but I could barely imagine it, for I had been nearing my limit after only the eleven years since I had first saved her that night, knowing without a doubt who she was to me. But for the Devil, well he had the torturous wait unlike any other, for he was unable to claim her and was powerless to do anything else but control her dreams.
An advantage he used to its fullest, meaning that the girl had no doubts to whom she belonged to from the very beginning. I almost felt sorry for her, despite the fact that she clearly wasn't here against her will any longer. Now just how long it had taken for him to convince her of that fact, I did not know. I only knew that when she first arrived here that she had been the first being who ever managed to escape him. I didn’t know how, only that she had the power to flee her captive and somehow make her way out of Hell. An impressive feat in itself, for no other had even come close to evading him.
Hence, why I had been the one he had called to hunt her down. Not a task I had relished, by any means. One made even more difficult considering my disdain for the Fates, as let's just say, we hadn't exactly always seen eye to eye.
But now those times were clearly far behind us, as nothing about this scene indicated that she was here