The Devil Within

Archangelic Druggings Are Anything But Fun

"That was harder than I thought it would be," Asmodeus huffed, pocketing the now-empty vial as he watched Dagon pick up your unconscious form. "I suppose this is why Lord Lucifer sent all of us."

"She's a good fighter by human standards," Ramiel agreed, nodding. "She also has quite an interesting weapon. An Archangel Blade that can be summoned to her hand and change form at her will. It's nothing I've ever seen before."

"Hey, boys," Dagon grabbed their attention. "We need to get going, remember? It's a two-hour drive."

Dagon turned away from Ramiel and Asmodeus with you in her arms, walking to the car that they stole earlier. Normally, if Lucifer needed the Princes of Hell to do a task, they would simply teleport to save time. But some tasks were too delicate and kidnapping you was one of them. You were human, and Lucifer's specially-made drug was too delicate to teleport. It would cause issues for your system and could possibly kill you. Lucifer was explicit when he told the three Princes of Hell that he wanted you alive, nothing more and nothing less. So, the Princes of Hell highjacked a car before they got to the warehouse. Dagon was the one who thought the Archangels would send you to rescue an important pair of angels that they couldn't get to. Lo and behold, she was right and now you were in Hell's custody.

"Which one of us is contacting him?" Asmodeus asked, following Dagon with Ramiel close behind.

"I'll do it," Dagon sighed, getting to the car. "God knows that you two don't give a rat's ass about this."

"I'm disappointed you think that little of us, Dagon," Ramiel said, snapping his finger. The car's doors flew open for each of the Princes to easily get inside. Ramiel sat in the driver's seat with Asmodeus in the passenger's, leaving Dagon in the back with you. "We aren't that hopeless."

"Whatever you say, Ramiel," Dagon snorted before concentrating on her prayer to her master. My Lord.

Dagon, Lucifer responded through a connection he specially created between himself and the Princes of Hell. It was only for communication and to keep them under his control should they decide against working for him in the future. Was the mission a success?

Yes, My Lord, Dagon responded as the car started to pull away. We will be in Detroit within two hours.

Good, Lucifer hummed, pleased with his creations. And the drug?

Worked like a charm.

Remember, it won't last forever, Lucifer warned. She has the ability to filter unknown substances from her system faster than a regular human. Give her another vial every half an hour until you get here. Lucifer paused a moment, debating whether to tell Dagon but ultimately deciding on it. One of my brothers will be at her side the second she calls for help unless you dose her more, even then she won't stay knocked out. Don't lose her.

Yes, My Lord. Dagon sighed when Lucifer cut the conversation short, grateful that he was pleased with the demons' performances. "We need to give her more later or she might summon an Archangel," Dagon informed the other Princes in the front seat. "I'd rather not have a pissed-off Archangel on my ass."

"How much later?" Asmodeus said, carefully pulling the small briefcase by his feet onto his lap.

"Half an hour," Dagon replied, laying you down on the seat next to her.

"Did Lucifer say anything about her state changing?" Ramiel asked, raising a brow as he started to make the stolen car go faster, speeding down the dark road. 

"She won't stay knocked out," Dagon answered as Asmodeus pulled out a second vial and handed it back to her. "I'm not sure what she'll be like then, but it won't be coherent enough to call for help."