For those who love my version of Lucifer…

“How am I doing?” the devil asked as they trudged across the sandy fairway to the shadowy copse.

“Pretty good considering.” And he was. Whether it was dumb luck or just the other players having a shitty day, they were all within a few strokes of each other, nobody really leading the pack in any way, and getting close to the end with only a half dozen more holes to go.

“Yeah, what a stroke of luck when that vulture scooped that Limbo dude’s ball as it flew by.”

“Is that what they call it nowadays?”

“Why, Niall, are you accusing me of cheating?” Affront on Satan’s face proved a comical thing to see.

“As if.” Niall snorted. “Just saying it was mighty convenient considering it would have put him ahead three strokes on that hole.”

“One can’t control the forces of nature,” Lucifer replied gravely.

“But one can fuck it until she screams with pleasure,” he muttered back.

“Yes. Yes, one can. What can I say? When I do that trick where I swirl my hips…” Lucifer demonstrated, and Niall nearly walked into a tree, his temporary blindness to blame.

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Coming August 20th, A Demon and her Scot