"You're ignoring me," Michael says as he sits in the visitor chair across the desk from Her.
"Well," She says, keeping Her eyes glued to the page, "you didn't knock. I see no reason to pay attention to you if you can't even be bothered to knock."
He sighs. "Joan said to go right in..."
"Joan isn't the one sitting at this desk, enjoying Her morning bit of quiet and the newspaper." She looks over the rim of Her unnecessary-but-quite-attractive reading glasses at the archangel. To Her chagrin, he appears nonplussed. "Goddammit, what?"
"I need an answer to a hypothetical question."
She removes the reading glasses so She can actually look at him without feeling lightheaded.(1) "Okay, I'll play along for the moment. What's the question?"
He leans forward so his strong...shapely...handsome forearms rest on the desktop. She forces Herself not to stare at them for more than a second, which is already too long. "What if," he starts, "hypothetically, of course, someone ran against You in the election this term?"
She snorts in a very unGodlike way. "Impossible."
"It's hypothetical, Ellie. Suspend belief for half a second, okay?"
She frowns, rolls Her gorgeous eyes. "Well, it would result in a full campaign on My part, which I've never done since I've always run unopposed."
"But if You had to do it, could You?" he asks, a little too serious for Her liking.
"Run a campaign?" He nods. "I suppose..."
"Good." He pulls a newsletter with the HH&P corporate logo on it from his tunic pocket and hands it to Her.
DEVIL CONSIDERING CANDIDACY IN MID-TERM ELECTIONS
She looks up at Michael, suddenly sick to Her stomach.(2) "But he can't..." She mutters. "The ban I placed on him..."
"Ran out two days ago. I sent you three messages - just yesterday, mind You - to remind You to re-up."
She stares at the headline. "He won't win...he can't."
"We have to make sure, Ellie. Everyone up here already has belief problems brewing downstairs. With the Devil in charge..."
"...Earth would literally go to Hell..."(3)
"Hades and Purgatory, LLC."
She frowns, on the verge of tears. "Fuck."
"Zeus and Jupiter have their hats in Your ring. The Summerlanders and Otherworlders, too."
"What about the 4-H?"
He looks down at the desk. "He's promised them raises and more days on Earth."
She stands, knocking Her chair over with a loud bang that resounds through the office. "He promised them a fucking apocalypse?!" She hollers.
"Three a year."
"Three?!" She slams Her fists down on the desktop, splintering the wood in different directions. "That rat fucking bastard."
"Don't you mean 'that fucking rat bastard'?" he asks.
"Oh." He scrunches his face up in disgust. "Oh."
1. Michael wishes She'd leave them on...then mentally slaps himself for thinking such things about his Boss...THE Boss.
2. She didn't realize immortal beings could get sick to their stomachs...which makes Her hate Lucy even more than She already does.
3. The benefits of partnership: Whatever Lucifer collects, Hades gets part of and vice versa. Dante, however, gets nothing - Purgatory is a silent partner, after all.