Polly’s fist smacked into the demon’s nose with a loud crunch. “What did you do?”
“Nothing, I swear! I had nothing to do with the angelite or the djinn escaping, honest,
Apollyon.” Frank backed his large self up against the break room wall trying to escape the angry
Knight.
“I have a hard time believing that, since the hellhound who just tracked your ass confirms
you as being in the room where someone killed my prisoner.”
As if on cue, the massive beast growled at Frank from behind Polly, its huge face covered
in thick tufts of oily, black fur. The dog’s eyes glowed a shade brighter in its anger and flames
licked out of his orbital cavity. His giant, razor sharp teeth and thick, talon-like claws were sharp
enough to rip into any type of prey. The hellhound’s skin was as hard as stone and its breath
reeked of sulfur. Its growl was so loud it rattled Frank’s chest and his terror only served to feed
the beast.
“I swear I had nothing to do with that. I went looking for you and found your door open.
The djinn was already dead, honest. When I saw he’d ingested angelite I got the hell up out of
there and grabbed a cup of coffee.” Blood flowed in light rivulets down either side of the goat-
like demon’s ruined nose.
He looked wistfully at the pieces of his broken mug on the floor. The little orange kitten
hanging from the tree was still visible though the rest of the mug was pretty smashed up. Its
message, “Hang in there,” was lost forever in a mess of ceramic shards.
“Tell me the truth, Frank, or I’ll let Shuck here eat you for lunch.” Polly growled and
pointed at the hellhound, who gave a light roar.
“Come on, Polly, I am telling you the truth.”
“Did you see anyone enter or leave my office when you came?”
“No…. Wait, yeah, actually, I did. Lucy was there.”
“What?”
“I saw Lucy leave your office before I got there. I called a hello but she just walked
away.”
“Dammit, Frank, that wasn’t Lucy. I saw her before I left my office to talk to Bis. She
was heading for her own office.”
“She could have doubled back.”
“No, she was already in her office moments after I discovered the djinn dead. That’s
good, though, it tells me whoever is smuggling the angelite in can shapeshift.”
“So, you’re done beating me?”
“Yes. For now.”
“Aw, man, I was rather enjoying that.”
Polly patted Frank’s arm. “I’ll buy you a new mug.”
“Yeah, you will.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, uh, thanks, Polly.” The big demon grinned sheepishly and walked to the counter
for paper towels. He grabbed a few and used them to clean up the blood from his mangled
sniffer.
“Don’t forget to clean up the mug when you’re done.”
“No worries, I’ll clean it up.”
Polly conjured up a full slab of ribs and presented it to the hellhound. “Here you go,
Shuck. Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good ol’ big boy?”
The giant black stump of a tail began wagging and the hound dug into the ribs with a
lusty appetite. When it was finished the hellhound wiped its sauce covered muzzle on Polly’s leg
and she laughed and scratched his ears.
“Frank, I want you to look into the angelite.” When the demon started to speak Polly
interrupted him, “I know you’ve got a few tortures on your plate today but I want you digging
into this.”
“Why me?” Frank gave a sigh as he dropped the remains of his second favorite mug in
the trash. Polly felt bad for the poor fellow; that was the third mug of his that had been broken
that month.
“Because if you ask, they’ll wonder if you saw the true form of whomever it was that
killed my prisoner.”
“Oh, so I’m pretty much just bait here?”
“If you need a fancy term for it.”
“I hate being bait,” Frank whined.
“Suck it up, buttercup.”
“You owe me for this, Polly. Not just a new kitty mug, though you owe me that too, but I
want a vacation after this. Three weeks, somewhere cold, maybe even frozen.”
“You help me find my dirty double-crossing demons and you have a ticket to anywhere
you want, Frankie.”
“Don’t call me Frankie; my name is Frank.”
“You need to loosen up.”
“Apollyon, you assaulted me in the break room and broke my favorite mug. I am feeling
a little violated by you right now. If I can be honest here….” At her shrug he continued, “You
and your friends have been awful hard on me as of late and I really don’t feel comfortable with
it.”
“You mean the shifter and succubus you tried to torture?” Polly snorted incredulously.
“I wasn’t trying to torture them. I was just trying to get to know the succubus a bit better
and they attacked me, honest!”
“Frank, did you put your hands on Drew without her permission?”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts. You didn’t like that they fought back, am I right?”
“Well, I expected them to fight back, but I didn’t expect them to gang up on me and beat
me up. I felt so violated.”
“Frank, when you attack a woman, you ought to expect they’ll fight back. Whining that
they did, and that they kicked your demon ass, is not going to help your cause. You got what you
deserved, buddy.” Polly conjured up a video monitor and showed him the whole attack.
“Oh, I guess I probably seemed threatening to them. I promise I wasn’t really going to
hurt them.”
“Doesn’t matter, Frank. Your intentions, good or bad, no longer matter when you touch
someone without their consent.”
“I’ll try to do better.”
“Please do. Hey, when you’re torturing a soul go nuts, do whatever you want, that’s why
they’re here. Be safe in the knowledge that they deserve the torture. If you’re in the break room,
those rules do not apply. Here, you use the same decorum you would show in Lucy’s presence.”
“Lucifer is the Queen of Hell. Those were lowly half-breeds.”
“Doesn’t matter. Guests of the realm are to be treated as royalty, capice?”
“I understand.”
“Good boy.” Polly conjured up a blue mug with a picture of a grumpy looking cat and
text that read “Just say no…to Mondays.”
“Aw, I love it! Thanks, Polly.” Frank hugged his new mug tightly.
“I’ll see you later. Be sure to look into this, Frank.”
“I will! I love my new mug.” When Polly looked up she saw he was already washing it in
the sink and eyeing the coffee pot excitedly while softly humming “Let it Go … Let it Go….”
She smiled and said, “Later, make sure you behave yourself.”
Frank held up a sudsy hand and waved in response. Polly left the break room shaking her
head. For being the best torture master Hell had, Frank sure was a softie about his kitten mugs.
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