The arrival

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

When the driver's door on the luxury sports car opened, everyone standing around outside the school turned to look.

A huge figure stepped out, unfolding herself as she did.

Everyone gaped at her nine foot stature. They gaped even more at her gigantic breasts, sitting proudly without sagging. They wondered what sort of punishment she would receive for violating the school's dress code, given that her clothes consisted of a white bikini halter top that did little more than cover her areolae, and in which her large nipples made indentations anyway, white hotpants that looked as if they would break at the slightest jiggle of her massive ass and were stretched so tightly over her crotch that it was clear she was clean-shaven, thigh-high white leather boots with six-inch platforms and foot-high heels, white gloves, fingertips missing, stretching almost to her armpits, and diamonds dangling from her ears and navel, and about her neck in three large necklaces. The girls, at least, wished they had hair as long and beautiful as her white-blonde that reached to the ground, and the boys, at least, wished they were as heavily muscled as she was.

She surveyed the scene with cold blue eyes and an air of dismissing the crowd as below her in every sense.

Then the passenger door opened, and everyone's heads turned there.

The person who emerged was physically identical to the driver, except that she had glowing golden hair. Her clothes were the same colour as her hair, though the same style as her companion's, and like it, glowing. Her gems were unlike any that the assembled students had ever seen, and they too glowed with an inner light.

She smiled, her warm green eyes making everyone feel as if she were smiling only for them, and immediately everyone was in love with her.

Then one of the rear doors opened, and soon everyone ran in fright.

The figure that emerged was again identical, though with black hair that seemed to absorb light, and black clothes and gems that did the same. Her eyes were a fiery red, and as she looked at the fleeing mob any who looked back might have gotten the sense that she could fry them to a crisp where they stood.

As the crowd rushed into the school, a group of girls who had thought they were attractive shoved a decidedly unattractive girl out of the way. She lost her balance and fell on the rough concrete, her momentum making her skid a bit. Her left leg and right arm ended up awkwardly under her body, and her head bounced off the pavement. She slipped into unconsciousness.

--

"That was a nice touch, Amia" said Jen telepathically, "bringing along Dorothea."

"Thank you," replied Amia in the same manner. "I've observed humans enough to know the significance of threes to them. Look at their most widespread religion--its central figure has three parts. Sort of. I must say I've never really understood it."

"And Dorothea," said Jen, "I had no idea you could be so convincingly evil."

Dorothea's face remained motionless, but she projected the image of a feral grin. "We all take turns ruling hell, Jen--subject to your overlordship, of course. I'm glad you've given Amia her new abilities. The last God generally kept her at his side and I had to pick up a lot of the slack, so I didn't get to spend as much time down there as I'd like."

"You like ruling hell, Dorothea?" asked Jen, a bit surprised.

"Oh, yes. I'm very, shall we say, imaginative."

"Have you ever ruled hell, Amia?"

"No, I've always been too busy doing other things. The first God made Dorothea an angel specifically to rule over hell, actually. He realised he needed some place to put the people who had committed horrendous acts in life, so he created hell, and having no desire to rule it himself and needing me for other tasks, he made Dorothea an angel and gave her the job. But these days it generally rotates around. Nobody really enjoys it the way Dorothea does, though."

"In that case," said Jen, "I am making ruling hell one of your permanent assignments, Dorothea." Jen waved her hand and Dorothea felt herself split in two, one body with Jen, the other in hell, observing sinners in their eternal torment.

This time, the grin split Dorothea's face.