Let the record show that when Lucy Sawyer was presented with a gift from a literal god, I did not squander it. Hemlock kept my wrists pinned above my head with a tentacle while two more wrapped around my ankles, keeping me spread-eagle. There was a sound of rustling leaves and the smell of rain before two more men appeared: a vampire with glowing red eyes and long black hair, and some skull-headed demon that belonged on the world’s biggest hear-me-out cake. The demon wasted no time sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed.
