For Whom the Belle Tolls

by Jaysea Lynn

If I’d known demons looked like that, I wouldn’t have had such an irrational fear of letting my foot hang over the edge of the bed. Hell, I might’ve done it on purpose.

She’d shaken Persephone’s hand. That hand had probably shaken Hades’s cock at some point—

“Fuck around and find out, dickless.”

Everything in her screamed to fight. She’d always fought. She’d been born for it. Fought nap time, fought reading lessons, fought to ask questions, fought to defend herself, fought to be better, fought to learn, fought to love herself again, fought to live life on her own terms.

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