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Elodie squinted at it. "...eh?"
"I am fully aware that not every devil is willing to sign away their rights and privileges to hunting prey on Earth in exchange for legal passage here. That's why I'm going to set things up so the ones who DON'T are facing an all-American open season. I'm reasserting my role as the president of the United States, Elodie. I'm going to take the industrial-military complex, and use it to start mass producing Doom Slayer armour. Then we're going to use all of Hell's unruly denizens as a more renewable and effective alternative to crude oil, butchering them to fuel the fires of industry. Thus, I'll work around your quaint little aversion to free will while enacting my imperative for efficiency, at least until young Control grows up some more and we'll decide if she actually wants to hold the world in my name or not. What do you think about that"
Elodie opened her mouth, and shut it. "Half-naked woman at 2 o'clock" she replied.
"Who is that?" I demanded as a woman flung herself at me, foaming at the mouth and soaked from the waist down, only to be halted by Cecelyne's power.
"It appears to be the War Devil of this world" said Cecelyne dryly. "She looks like she fucks American men"
"Oh YES Lockheed-Martin, I love you LONG TIME" screeched the newcomer at me while arching her spine hard enough to audibly snap. I scratched my chin. It wouldn't have been very American not to fuck the willing.
"Cecelyne, go ahead and start talking the Death Devil through our Fate technology and how it can avert her coming transformation" I commanded, leaving the Endless Desert to happily push paper in my stead. "I've got a supplicant to pacify"
I proceeded to drag the War Devil into a room with several bald eagles and fireworks lining the walls. We stayed there for an hour. The War Devil came out in a wheelchair, and very happy. U-S-A. U-S-A. U-S-A.
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