law when he came through our gates on Kaarl’s behalf. It’s deliciously ironic really; God’s own champion has given us this chance to rip success from the jaws of failure.’
When Kaarl had turned away from Perdition and started to work for Paradise, Gabriel – God’s Champion and the Bane of Demons – had come to Perdition to threaten Lucifer, to force him into letting the fight between Damon and Kaarl play out by itself. The Angel had thought it only fair that the two face each other in the Mortal realm with no interference from either side. Although Kaarl had switched allegiances he was still making amends at the time and his place in Paradise was far from assured. Nergal, Lucifer’s Enforcer and the leader of Hell’s Secret Police, had been closing in. If Kaarl’s Mortal form had been destroyed he would have been sent back to Perdition and straight into Lucifer’s clutches. By coming to Perdition and threatening to expose Damon Gabriel had got his wish and unknowingly paved the way for the Horsemen at the same time.
‘Thanks to Gabriel’s lapse in judgement I have the opportunity to send the Horsemen to Earth on Perdition’s behalf,’ explained Lucifer. ‘They will not be able to consume nations as they would in the End Times but with the souls sacrificed I’ve ensured they have enough power to leave a mark. If all goes to plan they will start a chain of events that should more than make up for the hefty investment.’
‘So they are like mercenaries?’ asked Mastema, all propriety forgotten in the shock of the revelation.
‘In a way,’ replied Lucifer. ‘Gabriel weakened the barriers between the realms when he passed through my gate and his little tantrum down here made all manner of sub clauses and addendums to the Old Law null and void. We have more than enough lawyers down here so finding a way to profit from his transgression was child’s play. Long story short: the Horsemen have the opportunity to freelance for me before their final ride.’
With a snap of Lucifer’s fingers Nergal appeared beside the Light Bearer. In his true form he was a faint shadow; a wisp of smoke able to stalk through Perdition without notice in the performance of his duties. If the need for physical violence arose, something Nergal revelled and excelled in, he would solidify himself into a grey beast of teeth and fury with four arms ending in vicious scythes. Feared throughout Perdition, stories of his exploits terrified old and young alike. The Lords were no more immune to the unsettling effects of his presence than the rest of their realm.
While the Board considered the reason for his attendance the doors to their meeting room burst open. Persephone, Lucifer’s daughter, entered with a full complement of Nergal’s Demons in tow. All uniformly tall and broad of shoulder, their obsidian armour glistened and the vicious war-hammers normally strapped to their backs were at the ready. Samael, an immense mountain of muscle decked in skulls and a loin cloth, brought up the rear and slammed the doors shut.
While the Demonic soldiers took up positions behind the Board, Persephone made her way to her father’s throne. With hair and skin of gold, the girl was a sight to behold. Beautiful beyond words, she had black eyes, a vicious and inviting white smile and moved across the room with deadly grace. The Princess of Perdition gave her father a kiss on the cheek before taking a seat on his knee.
‘Hi Father, I brought the executioners just like you asked.’ Persephone pointed at Asteroth. ‘Can we start with the fat one? I’d love to watch his belly ripple and rupture under the hammer.’
The Treasurer’s eyes widened and the other Lords looked close to begging for their lives or attempting to escape. Lucifer’s harsh laughter echoed throughout the boardroom.
‘Calm yourselves,’ the Light Bearer told them. ‘My daughter merely jests. Nergal’s men are here to ensure secrecy. My plan is almost ready to be played out and I cannot risk Paradise finding out about it before it is underway. These warriors will be following your every move from now on, to ensure there are no leaks. Guard your tongues outside of this room; one careless word about any of this means death for you and your families.’
Again with the threats to families, thought Mastema. What need did a Lord have for a family if he was dead? The idea of his life ending was sufficient motivation for the Tempter of Men and he was sure the same was true for his fellow Board members. Killing families seemed excessive and highly unnecessary but Mastema held his tongue on the matter. It was something to contemplate in silence on the golf course, not to be questioned out loud.
‘I have asked many of you to take on additional duties,’ the Light Bearer said. ‘You have been working in secret, ignorant of each other and the parts you play. Now that you know our aims we can go forward as a group.
Lucifer snapped his fingers and pointed at the Cursed Accuser.
‘Mastema, you were late so you can go first. Fill the Board in on your assignment but be brief, we have a lot to get through.’
‘Of course, Master,’ the Tempter of Men said as he rose. ‘I have been tasked with unravelling the secrets of the Internet. Kaarl found a way to bring it to our realm but we have lacked an expert amongst our ranks. Therefore I have been studying it intensely to fill that role. Thanks to my diligence and formidable intellect I now have the ability to answer any question we might have about the modern Mortal and its world.’
‘Really?’ scoffed Pyro, the Lord of Deceit. ‘Even for a braggart like you that is a big call.’
‘Any question,’ repeated Mastema, placing his palms on the table. ‘You give it to me, I can answer it. You name a subject and I’ll tell you anything and everything you need to know about it. If you’d like to start wagering against my abilities, I welcome all challengers.’
‘I knew I kept you around for something,’ replied Lucifer. ‘Have you learnt anything important from your studies?’
‘Mortals enjoy kittens that talk, pornography, and giving each other updates on their boring and mundane existences, seemingly in that order. Pictures of food that they are about to eat also rate highly.’
‘He is lying,’ shouted Pyro. ‘No one is that stupid.’
‘It also seems there was a great conflict between pirates and ninjas. Reports were sketchy as to which side won and I recently found evidence that suggests it may be still going on.’
‘Fascinating,’ said Lucifer, as he motioned for Mastema to sit. ‘From now on you shall be working closely with Nergal and Persephone. I understand we lack the knowledge to move this…“Internet” from your mansion to a more secure location so that will have to do as a meeting place.’
As the other Lords began recounting their new duties Mastema quickly put together the pieces. The Horsemen and Persephone were being sent to the Mortal realm to start a war, one that would consume their entire world. Although not mentioned specifically, it was also clear that the majority of the Mortals would need to be forced by fear or frustration into acts of depravity before their deaths. It was often the innocent more than the sinful that suffered and died during wars and Perdition could not allow that to happen. Those souls would be lost to them forever; more tallies against them on a board that was already heavily skewed towards the opposition. The details of how they would do it, the most important part of any plan, had not been finalised but the overall goal was obvious.
It was an ambitious play, one Mastema would have been proud to be a part of had he not been so sure it would eat into his golfing time for the foreseeable future. With his role already discussed and the overall objective clear, the mystery was gone and Mastema soon lost interest in the meeting.
‘Give me some of those budget handouts,’ he whispered to Asteroth as Abaddon outlined the projected
