“Darling, open his pants for me, will you dear?” Kas says, speaking to the maid. Beelzebub’s eyes go wide. The maid’s hands shake as she unbuckles his pants. “Tell me something valuable or our lovely friend here is going to chop your pathetic little dick off. That’s a dark object, Beelzebub, meaning only Lucifer himself could help you. Do you really think he would be so willing to help you regrow a pecker when you had information about Mara and didn’t tell him?”

“Stop, wait!” he shouts.

“You can stop, for now,” Kas says to the maid.

“I don’t know where Asmo is, but I know where Mara lives. Well, has lived. Sometimes she lives in the homes of people she possesses. She probably took him there.”

“Spit it out,” I say, getting annoyed.

“Above the coffee shop on main,” he says.

“That’s two doors down from Blair’s restaurant. You’ve got to be kidding me. What does she want with her?” I ask him, holding myself back from stepping into the devil’s trap.

“She wants her to be her vessel. It’s time that Lucifer is overthrown. Mara is powerful enough to do it. I’ve just been helping her reach her potential.”

We already knew about the vessel. But this far-fetched plan to overthrow Satan himself? Kas and I both laugh at the deluded demon in front of us. Many have tried to take over Hell as their own and failed monumentally. To think a demon with no form stuck on Earth could overthrow him is comical.

“Do whatever you want with the maid, but let’s go,” I tell Kas.

“We should kill him, it’s what our Lord would want,” she says.

“Agreed,” I reply, grinning at her blood thirst. She might seem like she doesn’t give a shit about Asmo, but it’s clear that’s far from the case.

“Darling,” Kas coo’s at the maid.

“Yes,” she replies in the trance.

“Strike him right in the heart.”

She lifts the blade, and Beelzebub rocks his body in the chair. “Tell Lucifer we said hi when you get back to Hell, fucker,” Kas says before the maid drops the blade down on his heart. His black inky soul drips to the ground like volcanic sand as it drags him back to Hell. His body following suit and crumpling to a no longer usable meat suit.

The maid leaves the circle and walks to Kas. “You did so good, darling.” She strokes the maid’s hair, smiling lovingly at her before Kas snaps her neck. The crunch is quick and quiet, her body rumbling to the floor. “Let’s go.” She rips the apron off of the maid and wraps the blade around in it before handing it to me and I place it in my pocket.

“Did you really have to kill her?”