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It's Not So Bad
"Hi, Doyle."

"Wha...? Who're you?" Doyle asked, staring at the girl in front of him. She had...butterfly wings.

"I'm Butterfly," she answered, smiling. "I've gotta hand it to you, babe, you do know how to make an exit."

Doyle sighed and compressed his mouth. "So I died."

"You knew you would."

There was a moment of silence in which Doyle continually studied her wings. A sliver of conversation came back to him: "Did you see her?" "See who?" "The Butterfly girl?" "So you're the girl who had Angel actin' all un-Angel-like."

Butterfly nodded. "That'd be I." She patted him on the shoulder. "Do you know where you are, Doyle?"

He looked around. They were in...whiteness. No walls, no doors, nothing but white. Really, really bright white. "Uhm...heaven?" he asked hopefully.

Butterfly chuckled. "Nope. Actually, right now we're in the between place." She grimaced, glancing about. "Kinda bright, ain't it?" She clapped once and the whiteness dimmed a fraction or two. "That's better."

"So...am I goin' to heaven?" Doyle asked.

"Sorry. No such luck," Butterfly murmured apologetically. "You're half Demon, honey. Destination: Hell."

Doyle looked down at his feet, his mouth set in a hard line. It was no more than he should have expected. After all, it didn't matter that he'd saved twenty plus halfbreeds, he was still a Demon and—

"Don't look so crestfallen!" Butterfly exclaimed. "It's not so bad. I mean, I actually prefer it to Heaven."

Doyle looked at her as if she belonged in a padded room (which was not far from the truth) and glared. "Thanks, but I'm not partial to an eternity of torture."

She giggled. "Ooooh, sarcasm. And you're not in that Hell. The one Angel went to after trying to free Acathla. You're in my Hell." She frowned slightly. "The other Hell is no place to raise children."

"Children?!" Doyle shook his head. "Lady, what are you talkin' about?!"

"My children. What, you think we don't have and raise children here? You'll understand eventually," she assured. "See, I'm the current Reigning Queen of Hell. You'll like it here, once you get accustomed to our way of life. You won't be tortured. You can live in the Palace until you want to live elsewhere. I'll even let you watch Cordelia on Earth in the shower from time to time." Doyle's eyes widened and he flushed faintly, unsure of how to answer that particular offer. Butterfly ignored him. "Really, you'll like it."

"I dunno," Doyle grumbled. "I'm not partial to heat, either."

Butterfly scoffed lightly. "That's just to deter tourism." She giggled at his expression. "Most of Hell is quite pleasant. It's made up of different realms. My favorite realm is the Throne Realm. That's where my throne is. It's made of a giant snowflake. Took Beel forever to get it perfect."

"Beel?"

"Beelzebub? Satan? You know, the big guy. He's my husband, by the way."

Doyle's eyes widened. "Really, now?"

"Oh, yes. And a good little husband he is." A door appeared behind her and they began walking towards it. "And you're just in time for the Games. They throw the best Games here in Hell."

"Oh, yeah, I'd heard that," Doyle said, straightfaced as the door opened in front of him.

"You have?" Butterfly asked, mildly surprised.

"Sure!" he exclaimed, following her through to Hell. "Common word on the street, don'tcha know."

She giggled. "We're gonna get along fine."