The twins assessed the scene of the crime that was Farouk's "fake" photoshoot pictures! The crime was the fact he lied to them about hating every second of it! The dude looked like he was actually having fun despite all of his griping about it afterwards!
They now have blackmail against him if he ever gets into one of his "moods" again. Blackmail that was ever so smugly given to them in the form of Seviathan Von Eldritch, who despite everything he's said and done to manipulate Charlie's emotions, was still making a conscious effort at staying on good terms with the two of them. They knew it's mostly because they'll tattletale to Imaad and the Von Eldritch Brats respect Imaad greatly since he was the first to even listen to their needs and complaints without immediately labeling them as brats. He sees them as misunderstood children in need of guidance and a comforting presence that's not automatically classified as being a parental figure.
Seviathan laughed. "The guy was grinning throughout that fake photoshoot! Honestly, I'm not sure if it was the thrill of breakdancing or if it was 🤬 forced, but he was grinning and now you guys have the 🤬 proof to use against him next time he picks on you two jackass's! If and when you do use it, it'll be at the risk of your own peril hahahahaha!"
Meanwhile, Imaad was busy looking over the financial accounts on file from Barnabas for any inconsistencies. He's figuring out if any of the money was being deposited into any separate accounts as well as looking over the encrypted accounts Vincenzo had managed to access. He sat in the comfy armchair and his photographic memory automatically saved the information into his memory bank of a brain before he finally addressed Mrs. Bethesda Von Eldritch with the same worries Vincenzo had.
"You're right to be concerned about how this could affect how we go about our individual roles alongside the monarchy Bethesda..."
"This is a high class military grade encryption, just like Vincenzo said. Whoever made this account is either a brilliant encryptor or a paranoid money hoarding sociopath...maybe a bit of both given the fact they're using a plethora of coded encryptions...It actually reminds me of the Zodiac Killer encryptions that had Lucifer laughing for years after it was labeled a cold case. This is no different than figuring out the correct set of letters to start unraveling the codes..."
"...but, I'm certain that with time Vinny and I can crack it."
Frederick Von Eldritch's name went unsaid because you never know who could be listening in, and with Xander's chaotic neutrality it's not a risk Imaad wants to take.
Bethesda sighed over Imaad's words. "I do hope you're virtuous in that endeavor Imaad."
"I'm an Al Saleh. Virtue is literally in the name."
He nodded towards her in a silent goodbye. He grabbed Talib and Tariq from their laughing fit over the saved "photoshoot fails" on Seviathan's personal computer within the photo editing room and headed towards the Von Eldritch Mansion.
His arrival with the twins was met with friendly smiles from the Imp servants as they hurried to get the Arabian teas prepared for them. Imaad was informed that Frederick was out for an unforeseen incident within one of his many businesses and would be present to chat with Imaad in about an hour.
Therefore they made themselves at home within multipurpose Great Room.
The door opened behind them...Talib smirked as he removed his fedora in a greeting while Tariq snickered as Imaad turned to look over his shoulder as a feminine voice spoke up with a light and peppy tone that's normally unheard from anyone outside of the parental figures and those that are considered to be honorary members of the family.
"Uncle Imaad!"
Imaad smirks as he turns around in time to brace himself for the sudden impact of a Hellborn demoness with a rather complicated attitude, that despite her unfavorable reputation with the young Princess, he still views as an honorary niece.
He chuckled softly as he rested a comforting hand on the back of Helsa's head. "Hello Helsa."
"You're here for Dad aren't you?" She sighed sarcastically with a sly grin as she strengthens the hug. "Huhhhh it's such a shame that he's inconvenienced right now."
Imaad chuckled teasingly. "Yes that's quite a shame," he then smirks and trapped her in a headlock while ruffling her hair in a noogie for maximum overkill. "I can't be saved from the likes of you and your insufferable attitude."
Helsa screeches halfheartedly over the playful abuse of power. "Uncle Imaaaaaddddd I just got my hair styled!" Imaad laughed and she hastily moved away from him when he released her from the headlock.
"Not funny Uncle Imaad, you know it's Seviathan that's the insufferable one not me!"
Tariq snickered. "Same old story...but manyyyyy different versions in regards to who's the most insufferable out of the both of them." Talib chuckled.
Helsa looked over the left side of Imaad and her smile turned into a flat look. "Anddddd I see you brought the trigger happy "Joy-buzzer twins" with you again...howww wonderful."
Talib gasped as he took a sudden stumble as though her words actually struck him like a hard blow to the face. He placed a hand over his heart and dramatically exclaimed. "Ah! You heard what she said Tariq? She sounds like she's not happy to see us?"
"That's because I'm not Sparky. You're annoying as 🤬."
"Oh the horror! I can't go on!" Tariq faked a rather overly dramatic fainting spell as a smirking Talib caught him. "The lack of your joy in seeing us has killed me Helsa!"
Tariq dramatically pretended to be dead as he hung his head back while being supported by his older brother Talib.
"You'll live smug-ass!"
Tariq lifted his head and gave her a pointed pouting glare. "It's the principle of things Helsa."
Helsa rolled her eyes. "You here to chat over that 🤬 shithead Barnabas?"
Imaad chuckled as he pulled out a piece of papyrus and sat down on the couch with Tariq being the one to answer her question.
"Yes, Helsa we are and sorry but you ain't invited." Talib struck a smug pose and singsongs. "Uncle Imaad onlyyyyy...Sorry not sorryyyyy!"
Helsa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest as she childishly stuck her tongue out at the twins. Imaad took out a pen and stuck it between his teeth as he hummed a tune then backtracks and rearranges the tempo and overall sound.
Helsa bounded over and leaned down to try and sneak a peek at whatever he had written down on the papyrus. "What ya writing Uncle Imaad?"
Imaad chuckled as he teasingly pulled the page away from her curious eyes. "It's a secret. And it's currently unfinished..."
Talib commented from the bar. "It's a song. It's been driving his crazy with figuring out the perfect tempo. He refuses to play it on the qanun, even though we know that's the only way he'll be able to get the tempo right!"
Imaad shot a glare towards Talib who chuckled in a hesitant manner as he gulped before he was distracted by the servants arriving with the tea. Imaad huffed over the teasing remark by his nephew and rolled up the papyrus.
"That's because it's not meant for the qanun it's meant for the piano. And no you won't be hearing it played anytime soon. Expect it during the timeframe when Ms. Octavia finally performs her song on stage."
Helsa groaned loudly and dramatically complained about the length of time it's been taking for Octavia to get that "special" song prefect. "Grahhhhhhhhh but that'll be foreverrrrrrrr at the rate that Night-Owls going about it!"
Imaad pockets the rolled up music sheet within his overcoat.
"Patience is a virtue, and the meaning of my last name."
"So you're out of luck in trying to pressure me into playing it on that baby grand piano like how I've played it in the past."
He chuckled teasingly. "Heheheh, there's no point arguing about this any further my dear. You won't win."
Suddenly a green portal opened and black tentacles appeared out of it alongside a soaking wet Frederick Von Eldritch.
"Ah Imaad good to see you're as punctual as ever. And Talib, Tariq, always a pleasure having you around."
Helsa grinned and skipped over to peck a kiss to her father's cheek. "Hello daddy. Glad you're back it was getting soooooooooooo boring!" She dramatically leaned against him acting as if gravity was against her. "Grahhhh when am I gonna be ungrounded?"
"That's not up to me Helsa you know that. That's all on your mother."
"It's so unfair! Seviathan's the one who edited the magazine!"
"And you were the one who shoved his face into the editing desktop computer..."
The twins covered their mouths to hide their not so silent laughter. Helsa huffed into a stubborn pout. "It's still his fault..."
Frederick simply smiled over his little girl's adorable little pouting face and wrapped an arm around his child's waist in a loving squeezing side hug. "I'll talk with your mother about lessening the grounding since you've been on your best behavior with the servants and with me Angelfish. However, your mother's not that easy for me to subdue into submission by romantic gestures or bargaining...so I make no promises. But, I will see what I can do." He kissed her temple with a loving smile before releasing her.
Helsa blushed slightly over the embarrassment of him using her childhood nickname. "So did Leonidas and you commandeer their ship and let Kraky tear apart those water polluting bastards?"
Fredrick's grin said it all. He did, and he did so...vindictively.
The twins grinned as they made a mental reminder to ask Leonidas for details later.
Frederick chuckled as Imaad walked over with his cane in hand. "Shall we Freddy ol' chum?"
"Ah yes let's get to work." He shifted his eyes towards Helsa. "Sorry sweetheart but I have to leave..."
"No biggie dad. I'll see what kinda juicy info I can squeeze out of the squealing eels over there."
"Hey!...Who you calling squealers Helsa?!"
"You idiots, now what do ya got on that hunky Snake Charmer?"
The Twins eyed each other and grinned as Imaad and Frederick left through the door when it was closing they heard Helsa screeching. "WHAT????? HE'S GOT A 🤬 GIRLFRIEND???????"
Imaad sighed and shook his head. "Farouk's going to be torn over thanking them...or tearing them apart for insinuating he's got a crush on Vipera Kaznakovi."
Frederick chuckled as well as they entered into his office. He snapped his fingers and the curtains covered the windows while the candelabras lit and covered the room in a gentle but bright glow.
They quickly got to work.
Over the centuries Imaad's spent in Hell he has been classified by other demons as being within a league of his own. Especially considering how mentally well rounded his knowledge of modern technology is.
Considering the time period in which he died one would assume he'd be to headstrong with the old ways to change, but unlike most demons from his time period that have survived the exterminations for this long, Imaad's knowledge has advanced in sync with the rest of the Hell.
With his impressive IQ of 228 Imaad and Frederick Von Eldritch grew a strong friendship over their shared intellectual mind. They worked together to make sure Draegan doesn't suspect a thing during the rare meetings they share outside of the oil industry.
They rarely talk to one another but when they do it's in a wicked fast form of sign language or Morse code.
Most of the time they write in a multifaceted ever changing code that they've created together. The messages can break off mid sentence from the written language of Ancient Mesopotamian Cuneiform into multiple different types of encryption codes with Cuneiform mixed in.
Any numbers are written down in both the Mayan and Cuneiform numerical system.
In all it's a horrendously complicated and confusing method of coded messaging for anyone else besides the two of them to solve.
They write things down a sentence at a time and memorize it before burning the evidence.
As such Frederick has a substantial paper supply.
Within their minds it is safe. Within their minds they are already speculating a plan. Of course Imaad has already long sense speculated that there are things Frederick isn't telling him—for safety purposes—and he agrees with that precaution.
Especially given the far off chance that Imaad is ever mind probed by that bastard Komodo Dragon in the future, the less he knows about whatever Freddy has planned inside that steel trap of a mind the better!
Only time will tell what the future has in store for them all.