Chapter 7
It was still early when Michelle arrived at the Heaven-and-Hell’s Border meeting room. The new demon, sitting at the flaming admittance desk, let her in from Hell’s side without an instant’s hesitation. Perhaps his urgent dispatch was motivated by the fate of his predecessor, the one who’d failed to warn Michelle of the messenger’s arrival this morning.
The demon bowed obsequiously actually placing his pointed head between his ankles. He didn’t rise from the position, probably, as indicated by his low moan, because he threw out his back.
She knew she couldn’t hear his predecessor’s screams from here, but she could imagine them easily enough. The entire South Park catalog played on a continuous loop. After ten years she might reconsider the programming, maybe throw in a year or
