STOLITZØ - FIFTY NINE
Stolas and Asmodeus wandered down the hall to the private waiting room.
“Tea?”
Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. “More of a coffee man myself.”
Stolas nodded.
“I’ll boil the water,” Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Stolas’s shoulders and pulled him in for a squeeze. “And you can grab the mugs and accouterments.”
Stolas smiled sheepishly up at Asmodeus and nodded. Asmodeus laughed heartily, gave Stolas a light noogie and released him.
Stolas stood there looking like a confused cockatiel, and Asmodeus tried very hard to cover his laughter (suddenly remembering the hour of night) when a wiry baphomet nurse shyly came up to address them.
“Your Majesties. I’m sorry to intrude…”
“What is it?” Stolas snapped. He cringed.
Damn. Be nice. She’s just a messenger…
Asmodeus looked at him like “Mmmooookaaaay, girl! You tell HER!”
Stolas shot him a look. Asmodeus snickered.
The nurse rubbed her hands nervously.
“Prince Stolas? Your presence is required in-”
“Yes, yes.” Stolas waved his hand, interrupting the nurse. “I understand.”
He swept past her and headed toward the hospital administrator’s office. He’d spent a lot of time there the last two weeks. He’d also gotten to know the board of directors quite well.
Asmodeus slid up beside him and matched his fast pace.
“What are you doing?” Stolas gave Asmodeus the side-eye. He didn’t slow his pace.
“Giving you some back-up.” Asmodeus grinned at him.. “You may be great with contracts, speed-reading and words. But I’m the Sin with the gift for gab, persuasion and seduction of all kinds.”
Beguiling charm oozed off of Asmodeus’s final words and Stolas felt a warm, euphoric shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t stop his feathers from fluffing.
Asmodeus chuckled. “See? I have my uses.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Stolas blushed.
“Yes. Quite.” He cleared his throat. “Thank you. I appreciate the support.”
The two stepped into an elevator.
Asmodeus clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit!”
***
“I’m sure you can understand the dilemma we find ourselves in, your Highness.” The hospital’s head administrator folded his hands on the table in front of him.
Stolas and Asmodeus stood across a great table from the six hospital board members and head administrator.
Stolas had begun to liken the group with a collective of hospital mafia Dons. Three sharks, an incubus, an imp hybrid (that reminded him a lot of Striker) and the baphomet head administrator, sat in expensive business suits at the far end of the table. They all gave off an air of menace, ambivalence and power.
That didn’t matter though. Stolas was done being f*cked with.
“Your father has tremendous power.” The administrator continued. “And we wish to remain on his good side. For obvious reasons.”
The other board members nodded in agreement.
“Smug mother-f*ckers,” Asmodeus muttered under his breath. He clenched his fists, his flames growing, ready for a fight.
Without looking over, Stolas touched the back of Asmodeus’s hand lightly, as if to say “I’ve got this.”
Asmodeus looked over at Stolas, surprised.
“I understand all too well the dilemma you are in, Members of the Board. But, respectfully? You have NO legal grounds to refuse treatment.”
Stolas pointedly looked at each member before continuing.
“Cowardice is NOT a legal leg to stand on.” Stolas slammed his fist down onto the table, splintering and breaking off the last eight inches of the table.
The room erupted in shouted threats from the board members.
Asmodeus could feel the power and rage rising off of Stolas.
“Daaaaamn,” he mumbled. “Stolas! Babe! F*ck. Their. Sh*t. UP!” He quietly cheered him on.
The board members snarled and snapped from across the room.
“How DARE you speak to us this way!”
“We can eject any patient we wish at any moment!”
“You may be a Prince, but”
Stolas’s eyes shone a radioactive red, and waves of heat and power licked off his body.
“Yes. My father has great power.” Stolas’s words hung in the air like a cloud of acid. The board members stood still as stone, afraid they might be burned.
“But,” The lights in the room dimmed and flickered and a great monstrous shadow grew on the wall behind Stolas. “You have NO idea the TRUE power I wield.”
The board members huddled together, cowering at the sight of Stolas and his demonic shadow.
“Yes. Well.” Asmodeus cleared his throat. He stepped up next to Stolas, placing a hand lightly on his mid-back so the others couldn’t see.
The small touch grounded Stolas, reigning in his rage. The lights stopped flickering and his demon shadow slid down the wall, shrinking back into his own. But the waves of power still licked off of him, keeping the board members sufficiently frightened.
“If this is a matter of money and losing Goetian favour.” Asmodeus continued, addressing the cowering board members. “You don’t need to worry about that. You have my personal guarantee as the Sin of Lust and an Ars Goetia King, that your hospital will not lose funding or favour in the Goetian courts.”
The board members looked at Asmodeus. Then at Stolas. Then back at Asmodeus.
Stolas reigned in his power and stood tall so as to look down his beak at the board members.
“If my father was truly going to threaten your hospital simply because of who I’ve asked you to care for, he would make the threats in person. Not through middlemen, lawyers, and” Stolas snapped his fingers and a pile of papers on the table went up in flames “Memos.”
“Ye… Yes of course, your Highness.” The head administrator stammered.
“Great!” Asmodeus clapped his hands together loudly, startling the board members and sending them cowering again. “Everything’s settled then! Care will continue for Mr. Blitzø - no expense spared. You all no longer bother Prince Stolas with this frivolousness. And we’re all hunkydory!”
He grinned and looked between Stolas and the board members. “Right?”
The board members nodded emphatically while cowering behind their chairs.
“Fabulous!” He turned heel, threw open the door and walked out of the room. “Let’s go, Stolas! Better places to be!”
Stolas turned to leave. He paused at the door.
“Do NOT waste my time again.”
The lights flickered, a few bulbs burst in their sockets.
Stolas waved a hand over his shoulder as he left the room, slamming the door with a very satisfying and frame splintering ‘bang’.
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