"The boss doesn't look so good, Pain."

"Nah, the wife left him, ya know, Panic?"

"Shh." Macaria hushed the two lesser demons as she walked past them with a serious face. "Father, pick up your wings from the floor, you look pathetic."

"Where is your mother, Macaria?" Satan asked, droopily as he leaned his forehead against the wall of the room.

"She wants you to leave her alone." Macaria strode past him, confidently. "I'm not here to discuss her. I'm here to talk about the demons that are left here. We need to get everyone back in order."

"I don't want to do that anymore Macaria. I want the baby..." Satan frowned and if his wings could have fallen any further, they would have.

"You're embarrassing, father. The demons need their leader. Their numbers were decimated and morale is low."

"You do it." He pouted.

"Who are you?" Macaria's face twisted up and her own wings popped out of her back in annoyance. "It's like you're a child."

"I'm only sixteen!" He lashed out at her, turning with fired-up eyes. "I cannot be a parent to you right now!"

"I don't need a parent right now! But those demons need a leader and that is you! And I know Jenny is not here anymore and Mother is not here right now and your human is gone, but you need to pull yourself together. If you need Mel and I to help you, we can. But we are not you and we cannot replace you." Macaria's wingspan, although not as impressive as her father's and wings black instead of white, was a sight to behold. You would have been proud if you were there.

But alas, you were drifting down the River Styx on a raft that Melinoe had gotten for you. It was quite a pleasant way for you to travel. That is, if you didn't get yourself angry every few hours.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid everyone and everything." You muttered to yourself. "Ugh. At least I have a bag full of pomegranates. I am even more starving than usual."

Your demon-enhanced nails were particularly useful in tearing the fruit apart. And your demon-teeth worked hard to simply crunch the arils within the fruit. You figured you were pretty scary as you devoured the pomegranate in your hand. The juice emulated blood and at this point, you wished it was. You had a craving like no other.

"Well... it is like other. It's like with the girls. I could have died for blood." You spoke to yourself. "Ugh but everything is dead. And I don't want demon blood. Gross."

But your stomach growled in protest.

"Double ugh." You groaned. "Sorry girls. Sorry to leave you with your childish father. Sorry to steal your little sibling away from you. And sorry to you, baby, to not give you what you want for dinner. You're about a few centuries too early."

You rubbed your stomach and shook your head, angry again. This was going to be a long pregnancy.