A Bar in Sigil

In a seedy bar somewhere in Sigil, at the center of the known multiverse,…

The Allura looked around,… this place was much as s/he'd expected.  There were the obligatory Arcanix doing their greedy little deals.  S/he'd leave that to Amaranda, the Mistress of Greed, to deal with.  The human plane travelers seeking glory beyond their station, s/he'd leave their pride and arrogance to Nessa, the Blasphemer.  Herm job was to seek out the lustful and tempt them into sexual excesses that they'd later regret.  It was, after all, that regret, that shame that led them down the dark tunnel towards Hell's domain.  It had nothing to do with Jehovah's laws or the mandates of Zeus, Ra or Odin.  Regret, shame, guilt, those were the emotional traps, that upon death led the undeserving to their doom.  And it was only in their heads where that decision was made.

Though there was a moral absolute beyond personal ideology; it had to do with damaging the innocent, taking what didn't belong to you, violating the basic restrictions of honor and honesty.  Sex amongst consenting adults had nothing to do with any of those, which made an Allura's job that much more difficult.

"Phaellis, you old horse cock cunt,… how the fuck are you?"

Phaellis recognized the voice before s/he saw the blue form leaning against the bar.

"Well, hello counselor.  What brings you to this little paradise?"

"In transit.  Heading back to Nessus."

"The capitol.  You moving up in the hierarchy?"

"I would never be so prideful to assume such.  Especially after my last job fell through."

"Oh?"

"Nothing of consequence.  A minor planet in a parallel dimension.  Some greedy and hateful politicians wanted me to raise them up by orchestrating a political coupe against their country's leader."

"And?"

"Well the truth eventually came out and their plot to discredit him failed miserably.  Yet, in their ignorance and arrogance, they were too stupid to see they'd failed and move on,… so they kept poking the Balor."

"Sounds like you had them at that,…"

"No, I'm a lawyer, remember.  The Devil's Advocunt.  Its my job to make diabolic pacts that damn their souls,… these shit bags damned themselves by their greed and arrogant pride.  Not my job to clean that mess up.  And you know how the boss is about staying in your swim lane."

"Well, my boss is a little more forgiving, I guess."

"Yeah?  So, let me know if Lady Marshessa needs a good lawyer,… I think a transfer might do my career a world of good."

"Really?  You think you can fuck with the best of 'em?"

"Honey, I'm a lawyer.  I've been fuckin' clients for twelve thousand years."