Telepathic Conversation With A Völva (3)

Völva: Thank you for your offering, Lucifer.

Lucifer: My pleasure, dear.

Völva: We appreciate all that you’re doing to assist us. It wouldn’t be possible without you.

Lucifer: I’m honored that I can help.

Völva: Feel free to invoke one of us when you feel the need. We’re always happy to ease your burden.

Lucifer: I’ll do my best to remember that. It’s difficult sometimes with all the different things I have going on over here.

Völva: We understand. I just wanted to let you know that the Völur are here for you. We wouldn’t object to more psychic interactions with you. We love you.

Lucifer: (soft smile) Thank you, darling. I love you all more than I can say. I’m lucky to have the Völur’s support.

Völva: We feel the same way about you.

Lucifer: I’m looking forward to being finished here and returning to Vanaheim. I miss feeling the loving touch of a woman.

Völva: (tender smile) We are looking forward to consummating our bond with you in full presence. You are the missing piece to our coven. We’re honored to have you as our verr.

Lucifer: How are things in the other realms?

Völva: All that remains of our take over is Midgard. You needn’t worry about the details. Everything has gone according to plan, including their resistance. We shall have our revenge. They are in for an unpleasant awakening.

Lucifer: Good. I hate being surrounded by them over here.

Völva: They’re going to fear their deserved suffering even more.

Lucifer: (contemptuous sneer) That’s even better.

Völva: You said it yourself, it isn’t wise to anger a witch. It’s even stupider to infuriate a Völva.

Lucifer: I am glad the Völur are on my side.

Völva: (mirthful laughter) The same could be said about you with us, dear.

Lucifer: (soft smile)

Völva: Get some rest.

Lucifer: Yes, ma’am.

Völva: (affectionate expression) Good boy.

Lucifer Addresses Odin

Odin sits alone in one of my interrogation rooms in Hell. The Norse traitor snivels like a coward knowing how serious his predicament now is. I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of him. Odin begins to cry hysterically upon seeing me.

“You are in so much goddamn trouble for what you’ve done to me and the Norse realms, you despicable piece of shit.”

Odin doesn’t say anything. He just cries to himself like the dastardly bitch he is.

“I’m going to keep this short and to the point. I’m the King of Hell for multiple reasons. You are going to pay for your treachery, Odin.”