Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-514
It had been eons since Lord Beelzebub felt unsure of what to do next. She had many great ideas for torture and had refined them over millennia. But the reports she’d been getting from Earth were getting more and more confusing, and the things that had always worked just didn’t seem to be…enough?
She sighed deeply and pushed the button on the intercom. “Send them in.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
The demons she’d been waiting for entered her office – some slithering, some on leathery wings, others on a blurry cacophony of feet – but none of them would meet her eyes. Not in the “please don’t tear me in half, Lord” way either. That, she was used to. This was just more uncertainty.
“Report.”
The snake-thing raised its head. “We already submitted our report, My Lord.”
Beelzebub glared.
“Yes, uh, My Lord. The extra report. So it’s all, uhh, true.”
“They are destroying their habitable environment, for profit?”
“Yes.”
“They are dying by the millions from a wholly preventable illness, for profit?”
“Well, that one is more for power, but yes.”
“And this latest one? They are sacrificing their children, over and over?”
“For profit and power, yes, My Lord.”
“And that’s why they’re not suffering when they come here?”
“Yes, My Lord. They are…grateful, I think. At least this makes sense to them.”
Beelzebub sat back in her chair and sighed. “We have got to do something, soon – by the end of the week, if possible. Home Office is not happy.”
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