Dahvie's POV
Jayy, Cumorun, and Lucifer spent the rest of the day plotting against Chris Cerulli, as they called him. From what I gathered, he was an important member of the Forsaken, a clan of witches up north where the sun doesn't shine. He had captured Luci and discarded him on Earth, where Cumorun found him and took him here. Chris had taken over Hell in Lucifer's unwilling absence.
He was powerful. Dangerous, even. He was hell bent on power and control, willing to do everything necessary to gain what he desired. Even if it meant destroying races or himself in the progress. "Alright. We all know Hell like the backs of our hands. Dahvie here is the only one who isn't familiar with the place. We could probably get to Chris. I know an Exiled who has his powers. Lucifer, you're pretty damn omnipotent, and powerful as nothing I've seen. Cumo, you haven't been outed as a quote-unquote 'traitor'. You can tell the loyal demons what's happened and get them to help." The group nodded somberly, Jayy's eyes focused on the dark haired demon in front of him. Lucifer looked almost... thrilled that the plan was based on luck, that it should've been impossible for an army, let alone 3 demons, an Exiled, and an angel who rejected his faith for someone he foolishly loved.
The Devil knew something we didn't.
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The Demon's Pet
Fanfiction|Lots of angst and will be removed at some point for publication with name changes and editing|Let's get to 50k by the end of 2015. yeah? Yeah!| It was supposed to be a simple job. Go up to Earth and corrupt a few souls. That's it. What happened...
