I tilted my head back against the falling water and sighed. First shower in I'm not sure how long.
"It wouldn't be hell if it was comfortable, would it?" Taziel commented, standing with her arms crossed, her wings folded, and her back against the wall with a smile.
"Well, true." I said with a grin, opening my eyes to look at her, "Then again, it's good to be back."
"Indeed, My Host."
Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel to dry off as I looked up at the bright light above.
"Taz?"
"Yes?"
"How… how long…"
Taziel stepped out of the shower, shaking the water from her wings and light seemed to flow across her, forming her normal short white dress, "I have to admit that I am not entirely sure, My Host. Time there wasn't completely linear." She answered with a small frown, "Time in that hell dimension was significantly faster than here, however. Two, maybe three hundred years, tops?"
I turned to her, staring at her as I stopped drying my hair, letting my hands and the towel drop, "T-three hundred?"
"Likely less, but no less than two hundred."
"How the fuck am I sane!?"
Taziel smiled at me and reached to run her hand through my hair, "My Host, you are talking to a voice in your head."
"Taziel!"
She rolled her eyes, "I kept you sane. Honestly, it was less work than it sounds like. I had the Doomslayer's memories and their absorption into your mind to work with. Mostly, I just toned the dreams down so you were able to get enough sleep and was somebody you could talk to. You would be amazed how much that helps."
"I look amazing for two hundred."
"For a human anyway."
"So, what now?", I asked, and finished drying my hair before dropping the towel, "Other than clothes?"
Taziel shrugged, "Don't know about you, but I am up for a big steak dinner followed by finding the Powers That Be and fucking their shit up."
I grinned at her and reached to mess her hair up, "Now that's a plan I can get behind." I said before walking past and out into the next room, looking over at Lilah Morgan, "Clothes."
"Wardrobe, sir," she said and motioned to the side.
Nodding, I walked over to check. It had everything from suits to underwear, jeans and t-shirts of various sizes.
Pulling out a t-shirt I put it on before continuing with underwear and jeans, "Where am I?"
"Los Angeles branch office, sir. Earth."
City of the Angels.
I couldn't help but smile at that as I turned to her, "How do I look? Be honest."
Lilah hesitated for a second, "You could use a haircut."
"…Good point. Or at least something to keep it out of the way. Maybe an actual shave too. Do you have any in-house or any recommendations?"
"No in-house barber, no sir. But there are some highly recommended ones. We can make an appointment for you if you like."
"Do that. Then I need some information."
"…About, sir?"
"Get me everything you have on the Powers That Be. Their champions, seers, locations. Everything."
Lilah startled, "That's quite a lot of files, I'm going to need to check with…"
"…No hurries. I'll have dinner first. Card." I said, holding my hand out to her.
"We have been unable to get a debit card to your accounts yet, sir, but here is a WFH card. Unlimited credit." She said and pulled it and the documentation out for me from her folder, "It will work until we are able to get the new one to you."
"Good enough." I said and put it into my pocket, "Put it on my tab. First of all, shoes." I said and picked up my sword on the way out the door.
"Sir? While there is documentation to cover you for the sword, you may wish to cover it up somehow if you are to walk around with it."
I paused, and felt like facepalming, "Yeah, you're right. Any recommendations?"
"There are several options, but the simplest would be to simply leave it in the car." She suggested.
The sword of a Cherub? The same sword that spent the last who knows how many eons getting corrupted in a hell dimension? A sword that never got dull, never broke? A blade that could slay any demon, any known being in existence, from lowest demon to highest angel, it treated them all the same, no special killing methods needed. Never mind exactly what… and who… I went through to get my hands on it?
Leave that in the car?
"Yeah, that's not an option."