Tonight is the last guaranteed night of writing that you’ll get out of me. I can’t guarantee anything until the 10th of March. I will do my best, but it depends on what happens during the day/internet connections 🙂
Susannah had ensured that Edmund was made aware of what was meant to happen after it had been decided. He was unhappy with the change of events, even going so far as to speak to The Banker himself. Whatever had transpired in that conversation had been frustrating for both man and demon as they had come back in with sour moods.
The Banker had nodded at Susannah once before disappearing in his traditional puff of sulphur laced smoke and Edmund sighed. “I’m sorry love.” He said.
“I know.” Susannah hugged him tightly.
The scandal had been huge. Whatever succubus that they had gotten to do the job (it wasn’t Aislin, thankfully) had managed to look enough like another high profile Hollywood actress that the scandal was even bigger than what had been anticipated. The paparazzi followed both Edmund and Susannah around Los Angeles as they went their separate ways. Susannah wore oversized sunglasses and moped, while Edmund did a lot of solo reflection. They both refused to answer questions when asked.
Two months later, they appeared together at a business function. Susannah was on Edmund’s arm, and although there was still an air of frostiness between them, to the average observer it appeared that they were solving the rift that had been caused.
Later that night, Susannah and Edmund had been leaving the function with a driver. In what was shades of Princess Diana, the paparazzi had caught wind of their reuniting for the evening and they rabidly chased the car through the streets of Los Angeles. When the driver lost control and smashed into the side of a building, both Susannah and Edmund had lost their lives instantly.
The Banker, watching the breaking news story, smiled from his little cave in the boughs of hell. His newest souls were coming for a visit.
“Ahhh, Susannah Marie Templeton and Edmund Michael Huntington. Welcome home!” He chuckled, waving his hand around the richly appointed office he used to receive the more special souls that came through Hell that he had prepared.
“Did you know this was going to happen?” Susannah immediately demanded. Edmund glared at The Banker.
“We were doing everything as you asked!” he stated, his voice steely.
“You were doing a fabulous job as well. I’ve managed to get my claws into some very rich and famous people that will be joining you down here. However, you have run your course up there and I need you here now.” The Banker began tapping at his computer. “Both of you will become apart of my administrative team. We’ll need to wait a few years before you are allowed back on Earth.” He glanced up at Susannah and Edmund. “Congratulations, you were able to avoid boiling in oil for eternity.” He snapped his fingers, and two lesser imps appeared with very large ledgers which they dropped on the ground in front of the pair. “That’s your new assignment. Start getting me contracts for every one listed in those pages. As we’re now in Hell, there’s no need for sleep, or eating, so you should be able to get through one a day. Once a contract is finished, you’ll be able to summon a lesser imp who will then bring it to me for proofing, and if there are any issues I will return it to you to be fixed. This will take you the rest of your Calendar year and then some. Don’t come and see me until you’re finished.” The Banker glanced at them, smiling evilly. “There is a time limit on these, so don’t delay and don’t dally. If you do, it will be the oil for you!!!”
He smiled at his two newest helpers and waved dismissively at them. “Welcome to Hell, Susannah Marie Templeton and Edmund Michael Huntington. I hope you enjoy your stay.” And with that, Susannah and Edmund found themselves poofed out of his office and into a stark room where others were hunched over desks, looking over the names and lists of demands from the greedy souls that The Banker intended to deal with. There were wooden tables with uncomfortable looking chairs, little light, and a pen and parchment for them to write on. Remembering the words about the oil, the pair sighed in tandem and set themselves up at a table, and began to prepare the contracts for future souls.