The burning strands of webs, spun by the black widows expertise was a sane reminder to Fidelia that she was back to the pits of hell. She sprang up amidst the rocky plains of molten magma that fired into the abyss like shooting stars and Frantically gazed across the meadow.
A hooded teenage girl wearing a black gown sat with an apple in her hand, took a bite and began to masticate it with the majesty of a thousand goddesses.
" See who has returned to the lower realm." Said the lady and took off the hood exposing the beauty on her face. The red birthmark over her left eye was screaming of who she was.
" Jezebel! How dare you humiliate me like this. You sent me back as an old lady." Said Fidelia and clutched her hands into a fist.
" Is that a fist I see again?" " it seems the stick approach is what you seem to love so much that's why you are here for all over again." Said Jezebel as she paid more attention to the lustrous apple on her hand.
" I'm I dead again? Is this hell. Damn you. I was sent back to earth as an octogenarian. I owe you no deal." Said Fidelia and began to walk towards Jezebel.
" Hush now my dear. That's close enough. I doubt you will like to test my patience. You were sent back to earth in the manner that was best for you. You probably would have fried to cinder scaling through those realms with your satin skin. Where is my cocaine and where is my Silicon dildo!" She stressed with rage. Fidelia was mute for a second before finally speaking.
" Our deal was a year. It's been a week and I'm back here to hell." Said Fidelis as she paused to observe the new rage of Jezebel.
" Hm. You think I have all the lives at my disposal to waste huh. I help you get back to earth and you all could do is last for a week before wasting your life. Is this some PlayStation stuff to you? Huh tell me perhaps. Like Lucifer and the revered Jezebel is now some Zeus Damned video game to you huh. Look Fidelia, get a hold of what's left of your life and toil the garlic farms of Zurich for a year if you like. I need that Silicon Dildo by Christmas. It's when I turn eighteen and become free to ease my stress. If you know what I mean." Said Jezebel with a wide grin and faded away, sending churns of saliva_ churned apples flying out of her mouth in the name of rage.
" Mam ! Mam! She's alive. The towel lady is alive." Said Alcatraz as he squirted out the last drop of urine from his bladder onto the whole face of Fidelia. She soon realized the acidic taste in her mouth was not apple juice but a concerned midgets urine.
" Holy crap. Get some Medicines you bastard, if mischief don't kill you soon, diabetes would kill you sooner " said Fidelia as she shrugged up to her Feet.
" I'm sorry towel Lady… I had to."
" Fidelia! The name is Fidelia You Midget." She exclaimed and wiped a great stride of urine from her wrinkled temple before heading straight for the gate causing the guards on duty to flee away from the aura of hell that was still very much at her disposal.
" Where is Mason!" She called out in rage while Alcatraz followed.
" The boss is out. He chickened out since the morning hours when his crazy fiancé had tried to kill him. Catch him at the Casino or the tavern or the grannies brothel." Said Alcatraz and burst out laughing.
" Mason don't drink. He doesn't womanize. What would he do in a damn brothel." Fidelia asked as the notion of her man in the arms of another woman felt disturbing.
" Watch their clothes towel woman. Or cook some pork for them. What does a man do in a brothel apart from fuck? What !" Alcatraz asked as he cackled before getting grabbed by the shirt.
" Take me the Mason now or I swear I shall send you to hell."
" Easy old woman. My God how so strong." Shouted Alcatraz as he gawked at the rigor of the old lady. As they walked, there was a thing in the manner which Fidelia seemed to move that caught the observation of the midget. He thought it was odd for an octogenarian to work as fast as youth and felt something wasn't adding up somewhere.
" Something about you reminds me of the good old days. There was a time my boss you used to be lively and hearty. He got sick in the heart, got a donor, had a transplant and changed for the worse. Poor Emery her family keeps forcing her on the boss. Deep down, the boss doesn't loves her but can't find a way to tell her." Said Alcatraz as he ran softly to keep up with his Savior.
" Then who does he love. Why did he try to wed her?" Fidelia asked still walking like she knew the grannies brothel.
" I have no idea. But his into old ladies that's all I can say. He loves old meat. Hahaha." Alcatraz cackled while Fidelia ignored. They were at the Brothel and the name was clearly correct.
" Grannies brothel. I can't believe this shit. Are the ladies here all grannies?" She asked as she walked into the entrance of the building. She was welcomed with loud moans like that of female horse trying to give birth.
" Good gracious what's that sound?" She said gripping her chest in fear.