"I should probably check out her house, see what all she left behind, come up with something to do with the minions."
Kisses!
Eventually, Bella makes it down to Earth, and to Glory's house, which she stalks through, still trailing bits of flame she has yet to remember to calm.
"Yes, hello," says Bella to the minions, "Glory's dead," (or near enough), "what do you lot plan to do next?"
"...You don't have anyplace to go and see no particular issue with minioning for the person who killed your previous god?"
Bella runs a hand through gently flaming hair. "...You don't have anywhere else to go?" she repeats. "Glory didn't, like, steal you out of a peaceful agrarian dimension to which you would like to return?"
"And what you would most like to do with yourselves in her absence involves minioning some more, only this time for me?"
"How many of you are there? What do you guys know how to do?"
[...Sherlock, I accidentally inherited Glory's minions, do you have any clever ideas for uses for unskilled demonic labor?]
"How does gardening sound?" she suggests.
"Okay, I've been putting off setting up a palace and grounds on Mercury, but I can do that later today after I take care of some other business, and you can... prune topiaries and water flowers and mow various kinds of grass and stuff. I want," she adds, "a list of your living requirements and any amenities that you'd like to have, so I can set up someplace to put you too. I'll be back in an hour to fetch you; pack any personal effects and tell the other fourteen or fifteen minions what the story is while I'm gone. Okay?"