Part Two ~ Give A Working Girl
A Chance
By Phenix
Phenix grimaced, scratching her head with one wing tip. “Well, how could I not forget about it? There’s so much to see here…So many gods to do…”
“Don’t you mean there are so many things to do?” Naya countered with a faint expression of distaste.
“What? Oh…Um…Yeah.”
This girl is definitely lacking in the brains department. “Hell isn’t a tourist trap, bird-brain!” Hades’ bodyguard grumbled, and her imp boyfriend clung to her like a barnacle. “You do things, like paperwork…not the Boss.”
“Y-yeah, and doing what he wants is better than s-s-seeing any day, ” Panic vowed, shivering.
“I don’t know how you two did it, but somehow that all just sounds so…dirty!” Phenix chirped, giggling a little. A strange light had begun to enter her eyes, and emanate from her being, a flaming aura of song. “I meant I’d like to see this place all…lit up! Like FIRE!”
“Er…” Panic began, and stopped. There was a fine trail of smoke shimmering up from Phenix’s being, and into the air. “Naya…” he whispered, snuggling closer to her like a little green feather boa. “Let’s go.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me. Hey bird girl, you gonna burn this place down or what?”
“Why, do you want me to?” she asked, snickering.
“What, and keep us all outta a job?” They looked at one another, then at her, and replied in chorus: “Naaaaaaaaah!”
The phoenix, spawn of salamander and ashes, watched them go with a hint of sadness to her delicately defined features. No one would ever look at her like that again, would they? No… Not even Balaha, and he was dead to her now…
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Hades was used to being entertained. Or rather, being kept entertained. With the freaks he’d cultivated in his early days, he’d been able to open his own menagerie. He still could, and better! Much to the envy of Mt. Olympus, hardy har har. Now he not only held captive souls, but also tons of—dare he say it? ADORING working girls! Well…to be honest, they weren’t all that adoring—Ihra…Naya…Marika…—enough! But back to the freaks.
This woman…Who is she? But more importantly, what? Fresh meat, to be certain. Not only fresh meat, but also fresh feathers. Not quite mortal, animal, vegetable or mineral, but not quite immortal either. And that means she’s down here for eternity. And what an amusing little eternity this is shaping up to be! Right? Riiiight…The god with a bod steeped his flaming fingertips together in anticipation. This was going to be rather—
“Entertaining?” Pain
asked, appearing at his elbow, and Hades shot a stream of fire at the
impertinent purple imp, melding him to the opposite wall.
“Exactly…”
