Spread out around the living room area were the numerous and battered corpses of most of the minions in their employ. It wasn't until he had entered the apartment and removed his jacket that he realized that the penthouse was not in the same shape as it was when he had left for work that morning. He had expected her to remain at the hospital with her ill mother, at least until he got the chance to do the routine check-up, but instead all he found was the younger daughter and the red-haired friend keeping the older Summers company.Īnd while he knew it could be considered kinda unethical to attempt to pick up dates amongst close family of his patients, (which lead him to remind himself again of the previously mentioned social life - and the lack of it) he had also seen the redhead cuddle with another blonde during visiting hours at an earlier appointment and yeah, his already fraught self-confidence did not need to suffer the hit of inevitable rejection if he tried that approach.Ĭonstantly waking up in his sister's designer dresses for the last year or so had done enough of that as it was. Not only had he gotten chewed out at work again for his (entirely valid but also equally unexplainable) absences at work, but he also missed out on another attempt at arranging a date with the older Summers girl. Which lead his thoughts back to said groan. The centuries they spent hiding on Earth since then, waiting for Glorificus' spirit to become infused in Ben soon after his birth, had all but completely removed their fighting capabilities and warrior minds and instead replaced the traits with ambitious cowardice and an equally prominent increase in a frankly horrible assault on the olfactory senses. Said minions that were yet again the reason for said groan.ĭespite his sister's insistence on living in the most decadent place on the Hellmouth that money could buy (not that she would ever pay any rent, the owner who were currently taking up a hospital bed in the psych recovery ward could attest to that grim fact of life) she also absolutely refused to get rid of her diminutive worshippers, or even to get a nearby apartment for them to live in.Īccording to the drunken ramblings of the High Priest minion, (and wasn't that evening a cold realization on the sad state of his social life) they used to be a proud and brave warrior race that formed the backbone of the legions that Glorificus had directed in the past during her eternal war against the other two Hellgods of her home dimension. Ben Wilkerson groaned as he approached the front door to the penthouse apartment that he shared with (on top of his infernally parasitic 'sister' slash alter ego slash embodiment dissociative identity disorder) Glory's annoying, idiotic and incredibly unhygienic demonic minions.
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