A Game with Beelzebub

Lucy chomped down on what was most likely her twentieth pancake this morning, plopping down on the couch in front of the TV. She was by herself today, the others having gone out for the day.

Justice and Taker had gone to run errands for the day.

Modeus had gone to the local cinema to see "Spider Season: Web of Lies", an apparent adaptation of the second book in the lust-crazed demon's favorite book series. Azazel, the geeky little angel and the odd ball out of the household, had accompanied her for "research purposes", as she put it.

Cerberus had also gone to the cinema as well, only to see a movie that was more up to their speed. From what Lucy had overheard, it was some kiddie movie about a trio of talking puppies who had lost their way and were trying to get back home. Taker of course saw through this as they also wanted to find a way to corrupt the children who were at the theater as well, sending Judgement to go along with them.

The gray-skinned fallen angel in question begrudgingly agreed with a low growl as she went along with them. Fortunately for The High Prosecutor, only Lucy saw that she had agreed a little too quickly, knowing that Judgement was merely using this as an excuse to see a cutesy, talking animal movie for three-hours.

Malina had gone to some gaming convention in town to check out the new releases of turn based strategy games, Zdrada tagging along to mock her sister and the other convention goers, referring to them as "no-life, basement dwelling losers".

And Pandemonica had left a few hours earlier for that coffee place down town that she loved so much, saying that she probably wouldn't be back until much later. From the sounds of it, it sounded like she was basically saying that she was taking the day off... Again. Lucy was actually starting to wonder why she hired her as a secretary. Ever since they got to the human world, she had been doing marginally less work than before.

Justice had suggested that their might have been something between Pandemonica and the coffee shop owner, but Lucy didn't see it. And even if there was, she wouldn't want to be a fly on that wall.

"Tough day today, eh Lucy?" A voice asked in a haughty yet joking tone.

And speak of the... Well, herself.

"Shoo fly, don't bother me." Lucy stated through a mouthful of pancake.

"Ha! Never heard that one before..." Beelzebub muttered sarcastically, smirking slightly as she stepped out of the portal and making sure to keep her tail inside of it.

Lucy mentally berated Taker for finding that little loophole in The Great Fly's prison... And for even inviting her to be a part of his demon girl harem in the first place!

"What do you want, Beel?" Lucy said as she swallowed the last bite of her food, annoyance clearly in her voice.

"Oh, come now. Don't be so distrusting." Beelzebub said with a shrug, "I merely saw that you were alone and thought you could use some company."

"Flattering." Lucy stated flatly as she picked up another pancake, "Now, as the Queen of Hell, I order you to buzz off. Pun intended."

"Very well then." Beelzebub responded, giving a knowing smirk, "I was going to play you a game of cards, but I guess I shouldn't. With your gambling problem and everything, I -"

"Just one minute there!" Lucy shouted with her mouth full of chocolate and pancakes. Swallowing it down, the head demon glared at her intruder. "You know as well as I do that gambling and **** are sins that are falsely attributed to me so that mortals have a scapegoat! And I do NOT have a gambling problem!"

Beelzebub reached into her breast pocket with a smirk, pulling out a little black book. Licking her finger, she flipped through the pages until she reached a certain page and cleared her throat. "August 3rd. You bet a lower demon that you could corrupt your half-brother to the side of evil, wagering your throne for a single day."

"Hey! It wasn't my fault that he was such a Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes! And that was - "

"December 12th." Beelzebub continued, turning to another page with a smug smile. "You bet Cerberus the exact same thing if lost a trail for a farmer's soul. One you rigged against his lawyer, I may add."

"Okay, so I should have researched American Common Law before I burnt the contract. However, I - "

"And let's not forget my favorite on July 18th." Beelzebub said, "Where you bet your most prized possession against a twelve-year-old boy from rural Georgia just so you could meet your quota of immortal souls on time?"

"Ugh!" Lucy groaned, "Don't remind me. It's bad enough that the little brat bested me in that fiddle contest and embarrassed me in front of those demons, but then he went and sold the song rights!"

"See? You have a - "

"I don't have a gambling problem and I'll prove it!" Lucy snapped as she got up from the couch and sat at the table that the portal had opened up next to. "What game did you have in mind?"