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Lord of
Lust.
He thought over the rules Lucifer had read to him, and when he considered
them, he could think of dozens of ways to stay within the letter of the law
while still completely subverting its spirit. Agonostis reached a decision. He
stood and materialized himself into the Earthside operations computer room. He
faced the mainframe that took up the central portion of the room and said in a
loud voice, Computer, I
need a complete file on Dayne Teresa Kuttner and regional maps of the area in
North Carolina that she inhabits with all the hot sin-spots marked out.
Generate a database of our souls in the area, too, hard copy and disk media I
intend to set up a branch office wherever she lives. Also, I ll need the
complete list of the troops assigned to me, and their specialties. Give me
those in hard copy and disk, too.
The box hummed ominously, then subsided. The words, GO AWAY, YOU INCOMPETENT
BOOB I M BUSY, scrolled down the screen.
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Agonostis gritted his teeth. He said, Tell me what I need to know or I ll
have you reprogrammed by gargoyles.
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The computer flashed a different message. YOU RE IN HOT WATER WITH THE
ARCHFIEND, SHITHEAD. DON T THREATEN ME.
Agonostis bit the inside of his lip. God was going to suck him out of Hell and
dump him somewhere on
Earth in a very short time, and he didn t know who, or what, he was up
against. I want those records now.
YOU LL WAIT UNTIL I FIND THEM.
I m not in that much trouble, Computer. Nor was I joking about the
gargoyles. Agonostis pressed the palm of his hand against the side of the
computer, and ran a short, sharp spike of power through the circuits. If you
try to screw with me, I ll melt your chips and your soul can come back as shit
on the soles of the feet of the damned . . . and you can spend a millennia or
two working your way up to gargoyle junior grade. Got that?
The computer grumbled and snarled and growled. GOT IT.
I thought you might. Give me the list of Unchained right now. Have an imp
bring my materials to me in the anteroom in ten minutes, and immediately
notify all lieutenants and above who are going to Earth to meet me there at
the same time.
A disk and a sheaf of fireproof paper appeared in Agonostis outstretched
hand.
Agonostis dematerialized into a pocket of fast-time, set to exist for nine
minutes. He set his own personal time for twenty-four hours, and in that
twenty-four hours he set up his battle plans and made assignments and created
well-focused disorder out of chaos. The energy drain on his soul required to
compress time so fiercely and to hold it for so long was enormous, and he was
literally sweating blood by the time he d completed the plans. But he had
them, and they were good.
He appeared in the anteroom to discover his command scurrying in the door and
scrambling for seats;
the room bustled with activity.
Agonostis cleared his throat, and the throng fell silent.
All right, you. Hell is taking its business to Earth, and I am in charge. You
make a mistake, you ll answer to me and if you screw up badly enough, I ll
make you wish you were still damnedsouls hanging in the Pit. Do . . . you . .
. understand?
Yes, Lord Agonostis! they shouted.
Agonostis nodded curtly. Fine. These are your orders. He outlined the plan
he d worked out in slow-time.
Chapter 11
The light on her answering machine blinked incessantly. Dayne decided to
listen to the messages before she made her popcorn. Five messages instead of
the four that had been there when she got home.
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Somebody must have called while she was in the shower.
beep
> Hey, Dayno. It s Greg. Lucy and I are going to be in town next weekend I ve
got a project down your way and the company is flying us in. If you re going
to be there, we d love to stop by and see you. Give me a call back when you
can.
Her oldest brother and his wife rarely made it down from Minnesota. Dayne was
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scheduled to work the entire next weekend, but might be able to swap some time
with a couple of her colleagues; they owed her since she d covered for them
while they had the flu. She made a note to herself to call the hospital first
thing the next morning to start lining things up.
beep
> . . .
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Lord of
Lust.
He thought over the rules Lucifer had read to him, and when he considered
them, he could think of dozens of ways to stay within the letter of the law
while still completely subverting its spirit. Agonostis reached a decision. He
stood and materialized himself into the Earthside operations computer room. He
faced the mainframe that took up the central portion of the room and said in a
loud voice, Computer, I
need a complete file on Dayne Teresa Kuttner and regional maps of the area in
North Carolina that she inhabits with all the hot sin-spots marked out.
Generate a database of our souls in the area, too, hard copy and disk media I
intend to set up a branch office wherever she lives. Also, I ll need the
complete list of the troops assigned to me, and their specialties. Give me
those in hard copy and disk, too.
The box hummed ominously, then subsided. The words, GO AWAY, YOU INCOMPETENT
BOOB I M BUSY, scrolled down the screen.
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Agonostis gritted his teeth. He said, Tell me what I need to know or I ll
have you reprogrammed by gargoyles.
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The computer flashed a different message. YOU RE IN HOT WATER WITH THE
ARCHFIEND, SHITHEAD. DON T THREATEN ME.
Agonostis bit the inside of his lip. God was going to suck him out of Hell and
dump him somewhere on
Earth in a very short time, and he didn t know who, or what, he was up
against. I want those records now.
YOU LL WAIT UNTIL I FIND THEM.
I m not in that much trouble, Computer. Nor was I joking about the
gargoyles. Agonostis pressed the palm of his hand against the side of the
computer, and ran a short, sharp spike of power through the circuits. If you
try to screw with me, I ll melt your chips and your soul can come back as shit
on the soles of the feet of the damned . . . and you can spend a millennia or
two working your way up to gargoyle junior grade. Got that?
The computer grumbled and snarled and growled. GOT IT.
I thought you might. Give me the list of Unchained right now. Have an imp
bring my materials to me in the anteroom in ten minutes, and immediately
notify all lieutenants and above who are going to Earth to meet me there at
the same time.
A disk and a sheaf of fireproof paper appeared in Agonostis outstretched
hand.
Agonostis dematerialized into a pocket of fast-time, set to exist for nine
minutes. He set his own personal time for twenty-four hours, and in that
twenty-four hours he set up his battle plans and made assignments and created
well-focused disorder out of chaos. The energy drain on his soul required to
compress time so fiercely and to hold it for so long was enormous, and he was
literally sweating blood by the time he d completed the plans. But he had
them, and they were good.
He appeared in the anteroom to discover his command scurrying in the door and
scrambling for seats;
the room bustled with activity.
Agonostis cleared his throat, and the throng fell silent.
All right, you. Hell is taking its business to Earth, and I am in charge. You
make a mistake, you ll answer to me and if you screw up badly enough, I ll
make you wish you were still damnedsouls hanging in the Pit. Do . . . you . .
. understand?
Yes, Lord Agonostis! they shouted.
Agonostis nodded curtly. Fine. These are your orders. He outlined the plan
he d worked out in slow-time.
Chapter 11
The light on her answering machine blinked incessantly. Dayne decided to
listen to the messages before she made her popcorn. Five messages instead of
the four that had been there when she got home.
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Somebody must have called while she was in the shower.
beep
> Hey, Dayno. It s Greg. Lucy and I are going to be in town next weekend I ve
got a project down your way and the company is flying us in. If you re going
to be there, we d love to stop by and see you. Give me a call back when you
can.
Her oldest brother and his wife rarely made it down from Minnesota. Dayne was
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scheduled to work the entire next weekend, but might be able to swap some time
with a couple of her colleagues; they owed her since she d covered for them
while they had the flu. She made a note to herself to call the hospital first
thing the next morning to start lining things up.
beep
> . . .
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