Return of the Prime Evils

[lisahlin]

Mephisto sat up and stretched. Where the hell am I? she wondered. Not in Hell, obviously, she added upon seeing that the giant mushrooms surrounding her were not diabolical, but merely housing for smurfs.

Smurfs! she thought. Baal would like this place... In a her particular way of appreciating things.

Mephisto stood up

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[lisahlin]

"I hate it when red-heads wear pink, ruins their whole complexion. But seriously,” she said, looking worried. “How does one reckon with one’s enemies? Do they owe us money? Do we give out a signed statement where we accept that they exist? Or do we ask for their advice?”
“Yeah,” said Mephisto. “I don’t really know that that means, either. Maybe we should get them to help us pick the new colours for the Throneroom?”
“Girls,” said the grinning Lucifer. “I don’t think we’re going to be cooperating with the people who are trying to destroy us. At least not until they stop it.”
“Thank you, Lucifer” said Diablo. “My sisters, what I meant was that this enemy is not to be trifled with.”
Loki looked disappointed and said, “But we have all this pudding and no-one to share it with!”
The other four simply stared at her in silence.
“Okay then!” said Diablo rather loudly. “Enough with the bad jokes for now! Just listen to me for a few seconds and afterwards you’ll want to do something more… belligerent than offering pudding.”
“But what if it’s poisonous pudding?” asked Meph.
“Fine, fine!” said Diablo. The flames surrounding her throne got brighter and longer. “Just listen to me first!”
The other four held their tongues and listened.

“I was menacing the Icelandic countryside,” said the Lord of Terror calmly. “In the form of a Polar Bear. It really freaks them out and they bring in Danish hunters and everything, I really recommend it…”
“I thought Danish was baked,” said Mephisto, and lost her eyebrows to the flames.
“When,” said Diablo, “I saw this long line of little pink creatures walking over the glacier.”
“Which one?” asked Baal.
“I think it was in the Geirvörtur area of Vatnajökull,” answered Diablo. “But that doesn’t matter. I changed into the form of a white vixen,”
“Foxy Lady!” interjected Lucifer.
“And followed them down the glacier and into the barren wilderness.” continued Diablo. “There were about 40 of the little buggers, all dressed the same… All wearing these adorable little pointy hats with adorable little feathers in them.”
“Aww!” whined Mephisto.
“On the mossy ground, I had to change disguises, so I went for a fashionable brown mink coat. The little wizards, with their suspicious paper bags, all went into a cave mouth in the mossy lava. I followed them unseen in the dark underground.
“Inside the cave was a little campsite, some little bags of marshmallows and adorable little chairs… The wizards cast a flame spell that was obviously first-level stuff and got cosy around the fireplace, leaving the bags on a chair by the fire. It was then that I first heard them talk.
“Their voices were surprisingly deep, and their conversational skills were unimpressive.