[ WP ] The reason why there are earth quakes is because the demons party too hard .

Beezlebub drifted hazily awake, and immediately wished he had n't. His head felt like someone had pierced it with their pitchfork and there was a crust of something gold and sticky smeared across his left hindquarter. It had n't been a good night. 
 
 He gazed blearily around him. His legs were stretched out over the tattered remains of what had once been a very nice couch ( maybe one of the ones that had come down with Ghengis Khan? ) which since fallen heavily from grace and now resided in a dingy apartment in southwest third circle, Hell. Through the window he could make out the harsh neon light of the sign from the brothel next door, Kingdom Cum. 
 
 He stood up and winced as his torn-up hooves met the flaming floor. 
 
 `` Yo Beez, you up?'' 
 
 It was his sometimes-girlfriend, Lucy Furr. Lucy was a part-time dancer at the KC next door, and she definitely looked the part -- smooth humanoid curves and long muscular legs all covered in a fine layer of black peach fuzz. Ravishing. Today, she had big lumps of black sheep wool wrapped around each of her four calves. 
 
 `` What the heaven is that?'' Beezlebub scoffed, gesturing at her footwear. `` You look like a cancerous donkey.'' 
 
 She walked in and threw a balled-up hamburger wrapper at him. 
 
 `` They're called leg-warmers, dipshit.'' 
 
 She paused studied his face intently. 
 
 `` It's a human thing,'' she said softly. 
 
 He froze. 
 
 `` You went up? How? When? Where?'' 
 
 No demon had gained access to the human world since years earlier when a few had climbed thtough the hole left after Hiroshima. 
 
 She nodded. `` There's a small cavern we found in a place called San Francisco. Apparently there's a lot of gay people there so some Christians have been building a little passageway down here to try to get rid of them.'' 
 
 Beezlebub blinked. `` But why the fuck would we care..'' 
 
 Lucy shrugged impatiently. `` Who knows? Point is we can get back up, and there's been a lot going on up there since the thirties. There are some pretty interesting new inventions floating around in 1989.'' 
 
 Beezlebub snorted. `` I woul n't call ugly socks an interesting invention.'' 
 
 Lucy raised an eyebrow. `` Oh no? Well what about... this?'' 
 
 She held out a small palm-full of white powder. 
 
 `` Give this a sniff.'' 
 
 Beezelebub eyed it distrustfully. 
 
 `` It looks like some angel shit.'' 
 
 `` Oh trust me, it's not,'' she smirked. 
 
 Beezlebub out his snout and gave a deep snuffle. The last thing he heard before he lapsed into wild, fanatical ecstasy was her fading words: `` They call it cocaine.'' 
 
 *** 
 
 October 17, 1989 was a beautiful day in San Francisco -- mid-eighties with a gentle breeze. The bay sparkled blue, The eucalyptus trees seemed extra fragrant. Then, disaster struck. 
 
 Building after building collapsed and fires and chaos erupted all over the city. On airwaves all over the country, news anchors called it `` the most destructive earthquake of our time.'' At the end of it, 67 people were dead and whole neighborhoods were left in ruin. 
 
 Seven miles below the city, Beezlebub was on his knees, black-horned hands clasped around Lucy's legwarmers in front of him. 
 
 `` Please! Please Luce!'' He pleaded, `` You've got to get me more of that stuff.'' 

