“If you’re not my enemy, then why are my sisters and I in a dungeon?”
“If you want to play it like that, how about you burned the goddamn king in effigy?”
“Ah. You know about that.”
“I was there.”
She clasps her hands in front of her.
“You shouldn’t have been so shy. We would have welcomed you into the circle.”
“Thanks, but I’m allergic to seeing myself executed.”
She makes a tsk sound with her teeth.
“A symbolic burning is just that for us. Symbolic. We meant and we mean you no physical harm. Burning the symbol of authority is a signal that we must overturn completely the current order of Hell.”
“Now you sound like a politician.”
She shakes her head.
“I mean spiritual order. Though I suppose to Lucifer there’s no difference between the two.”
“You didn’t have anything to do with the attacks on me, did you?”
“Don’t be absurd. Assassination is the last thing we want. Hell has seen enough upheaval to last us a thousand years.”
“But if someone else put a bullet in my head, you’d be happy to send flowers to my funeral.”
“Asphodels and moon wort in a lovely arrangement.”
“See? No one else admits they want me dead. That’s why I don’t trust them. You want a drink?”
I head down to the couch. Deumos follows, pausing to examine the broken bookcase and splinters from where I tossed the desk.
“What do you have?” she asks.
“Aqua Regia.”
She makes a face.
“No thank you.”
I find the bottle Wild Bill sent.
“This too. I’ve never heard of it before.”
She looks the bottle over and nods.
“This I’ll try.”
I find a fairly clean glass behind the sofa and pour her a drink. I fill mine with Aqua Regia and raise it to her. She raises hers to me and takes a sip.
“You knew my church and I had nothing to do with the attacks on you and you arrested us anyway. Why?”
“You tell me.”
She stares at her drink and doesn’t say anything for a minute.