It wasn’t every day the Devil owed you a favor. Jen rolled the necklace back and forth between her fingers as she looked over the latest reports. Armageddon was going along nicely, but then again destiny being what it was, that wasn’t a surprise. Still, there had to be a wrench or two she could throw in the works. Maybe the world /was/ due to end, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.
“I always hate this part.” The Devil was crashed on her couch, morosely conjuring demonic sprites that orbited him for a few seconds then vanished in a puff of sparks. “I hate having to pretend that this is even ‘close’ to a fair contest. Or a contest at all, actually.”
“You’ve never even come close?” The computer was a magical construct, since the internet was long since dead, along with the electricity. She scrolled through the demonic version of Google trying to get a feel for how the timeline was progressing.
“Not even once.” The Devil conjured a demonic angel that vanished in a puff of illogic a few seconds after it appeared. “And I don’t really see how this time is going to be any different. No offense.”
“None taken.” She twisted the data until she had a graph of the amount of time left until God came back for the people he’d left behind. “But you were trying to fight fire with fire,” she rotated the graph, “I’m trying to fight fire with logic.”
“You do realize that all He has to do is say ‘one plus one is three’ and it’s true? What use is logic?”
“You leave that to me.” She spun the numbers into a four dimensional graph that she still wasn’t sure how she could /see/, and shooed him in the general direction of the door. “Now get out there and tend to your flock, we need all the Lawful Evil we can get.”
“This isn’t an RPG..”