Lucifer wasn’t sure that just the right improvements had been made in Hell. So he used a dash of sulfur with Satanic skill.
ntally, my compliments on the good work you did on the road."
"Egad, boss," Moloch complained, "why can't you stay home more and line things up for us?"
"Time enough--" Nick sniffed, scowled, then pointed toward a thick pillar near the rear of the big room. "I smell an interloper. Thammuz, Dagon, drag 'im up here! Beel, I fancy he's the one who forged your signature."
Beelzebub rose in anger when a shadowy figure darted for the door. The intruder moved as fast as any wraith but the two former gods were too quick for him. A brief struggle, then they dragged the eavesdropper before the throne where they held him upside down.
"It's the Paperhanger!" Beelzebub roared.
"I guessed that from Charon's description," Nick said calmly. "He's siding with the Reds again--Smell him? Stand up, Adolf, and hear your sentence!"
"I didn't do a thing, Your Majesty," Hitler began, but the hot, glowing eyes were too much to face. His knees buckled and he sank, groveling, on the floor. "Did
Returning to hell after a year on Earth, Lucifer was pretty much impressed with the changes he ordered before his trip. Hell had been getting run-down looking. But he discovers pretty quickly that the Soviet Premier is executing a lot of Party members in a plan to overthrow Hell and make it communist.
Um, the story is a bit dated, sometimes silly, and full of cold-war stereotypes, but for some reason it held my interest to the end.
The only woman in the story, Astarte, the pagan godess, is Lucifer's secretary.