It was a white, terraced, unassuming house, much like all the other white terraced unassuming houses on that street, the difference being that this was the house that a demon lived in. You'd think it would be grander. Eliezer walked up the pair of concrete steps to the black front door, number 48, at least the demon he was visiting hadn't fallen into that particular cliché. He lifted his arm up to knock, but hesitated. He despised having to ask for help from other demons, since Raguel had cursed he had become a laughing stock, but it had to be done, he had to get the documents that proved his fake identities, at least Bel was more sympathetic than the others. Best get this over with as soon as possible though.This time without hesitation he knocked on the door.
The door swung open and he was greeted by a beautiful woman, around mid twenties, with a welcoming smile and charming air of calmness. Why Bel continued to use this form was beyond him, nostalgia maybe? Without so much as a hello, she quickly beckoned Eliezer to come in. It had been a while, but he couldn't remember doing anything that would make him deserve such a cold welcome, Bel seemed jovial enough on the phone, had something happened since. He stepped through the door over the threshold and Bel quickly slammed the door behind him and stormed into the front room.
He cautiously followed behind her, the house had been redecorated since he had last been there. He hadn't expected it to be the same, after all, fashion in the human world was ephemeral, subtly changing everyday, it's only when you look back you could tell the difference. But it had changed so much, 10 years had been a long time for humans, so of course it would be different. One thing was still the same, self help books still littered the rooms, you had to adapt to the times after all. He picked one up, it was gaudy, "6 ways to change your life," how original.
"You've been busy" He said as he slumped down onto the sofa, he picked up a Rubik's cube of the coffee table and started fiddling with it, "Why are you even using that form, I'm not a human."
Bel was sitting down at the computer desk, scrolling through some web forum. If he squinted he could make out the header, atheism - the great damner. Demon's had it easy now, no longer did they have to tempt with promises of riches and power, humans were too busy bringing calamity on themselves. They no longer believed that once they died their eternal soul would be weighed and judged, if they had sinned the would be banished to hell, if they had lived a good life and repented their sins heaven. It made life easy, but boring.
"Really, you look human, you don't have any powers, even your aura looks human, are you sure you're not swept up in some grand delusion?" She mocked, of course he wasn't deluded, the whole charade was just to insult him, "You never know who might be watching, some new demon hunting group called Second Coming has been making the rounds and I'd rather not be noticed by them."
"Second coming?" He mused, he wondered if they realised they had titled their group after the end of the world? "The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken. At that time the sign of the Son of Man will appear in the sky, and all the nations of the earth will mourn. They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory..." He muttered to himself," How stupid." He had got one side of the Rubik's all one colour, "Have you still got my things?"
"They're in the guest room."
The guest room was a pile of papers and boxes, she could at least have kept it organised. After about 20 minutes of rifling through junk, he finally found what he was looking for; a box filled with a plethora of fake ID's and passports. He grabbed the British one and flicked though to the back. This wouldn't do at all, like so many other things it was out of date, that and it didn't look like him at all, at the memory of hair he ran his hand over his head, it would grow back soon, but not soon enough.
This wouldn't do at all, all of them were either out of date or looked nothing like him, the woe of being bald.
He sauntered back into the living room and again slouched on to the comfortable leather sofa and picked up the Rubik's cube to work on the remaining sides.
"I need you to fix them so I can actually use them Bel" All he got back as a response was her pouting at him, "Come on Belphegor, just do me this one thing and I'll be out of your hair."
"Fine," she agreed disgruntledly, "Give them here, it'll take some time, but you'll not be running out of that soon"She slipped in slyly.
He had slipped into the repetitive motion of turning, adjusting, and turning again, he now had two and a half sides of the Rubik's cube done. Bored he decided to talk about something more relevant.
"So what are you planing to do about Second Coming?" He asked, if it was ons Bel's radar then it had to of gotten the attention of the others.
"The Seven are holding a meeting about it soon. But that hardly concerns you," She replied, scowling.
"Fine, fine, if you're gonna be like that."
This was getting boring, he hated waiting, he hated not knowing what was going on in hell, he had Raguel to thank for that as well, he reshuffled the tiles on the now complete cube and started over.
