"That's a good question, Azazel," I answered. "How exactly are we going to condemn these girls to Hell? Well, through subliminal messaging, we will encourage these young women to engage in rebellious, subversive behavior. With hi-tech spells woven into our songs, we will arouse in them base impulses and destruction, debauchery and lust. Upon listening to our music, their ids will be unleashed. I'm sure we can all drink to that, friends."
"Sounds like fun to me," Belial said, shrugging. "I've been aching to get back into drumming – it's usually something I do when piss drunk. It'd be nice to do it professionally, and on a mission for Lucifer at that."
Asmodeus saw an opportunity. "And we can do with the minors what we please?"
I nodded yes. "Kill them, fuck them, torture them – I don't care. As long as their souls end up in the proverbial basement."
