Demon who is here to collect on your promised payment of your firstborn.
The smell of sulphur filled the hospital room. A burning circle traced itself on the far wall, and an impossibly large entity stepped through, shrinking to fit the dimensions of the space. First one leg, then the other. Then a torso of spikes and wailing mouths of the damned. Finally, the head of the Great Demon Belferex appeared, already launched into their well-oiled, rehearsed over thousands of years, speech. "Mortal! As per our pact, I have come to cl—"
A loud clearing of throats interrupted them, and they paused, confused. Actually looked at the hospital room they'd appeared in, which was standing room only. Packed full of demons of all shapes and sizes. Belferex squinted. "Forthgroth?" Did a double-take. "Hepheztax?!" So many familiar faces. "What is the meaning of this? What are you doing here? This is my innocent human spawn!"
Hepheztax wobbled in its equivalent of a shrug, one slender tentacle pointing past the demonic host at the incredibly smug looking human woman in the bed, who was protectively clutching a swaddled bundle. "It seems someone double-booked."
Y'shtaq, a lesser demon, muttered "More like quadragintuple..." and was nonchalantly cuffed for it by Forthgroth. The huge hairy paw sent Y'shtaq straight back to the Void, a disappearing wail the last anyone would hear or see of him for a few cycles.
Belferex was flabbergasted. They hadn't bothered to consult the soul archives before making the deal. Thousands of years of nothing but success after delicious success had made one... perhaps more complacent than such a momentous occasion warranted. And now they'd been dropped straight into the holy water. And not just them, it seemed. When they finally could speak again, they asked "So... now what?"
The woman cleared her throat. "I have an idea, if I may..."
As one legion, the assorted demons roared "You may not!"
The denizens of Hell wouldn't let themselves be tricked again. They'd been humiliated enough. They still needed to figure out a solution to this rather thorny, deeply embarrassing problem, however. Dividing up the spawn would dilute its potency, making it no use to any of them. And with almost 40 demons in the room, some of them would be lucky to get a little toe, which wouldn't even be a filling snack.
Belferex looked at Hepheztax, who undulated at Forthgroth, who nodded back at Belferex. As the senior demons, it was up to them to solve this. With as little loss of dignity as possible. Further loss of dignity.
"We will... reconvene at a later time." Forthgroth rumbled, his roared "Silence!" instantly popping a few of the complaining lesser demons out of existence. "Later. We need to consult the monks and their records."
"This isn't over, human." Belferex promised before the host winked out of existence, leaving behind only a cloud of eggy shame...
