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October 25 - November 11, 2022
“I’m starving,” she said and popped off of Kalen’s lap, “I’m rooting through his stash.” “Stealing from the devil is bound to have consequences.”
“Wait,” Eli’s hand went up, “Let’s ask Jack where she is. I don’t think it’s wise to just storm through Hell looking for anything right now. Annnnd, why the fuck are you two raiding Lucifer’s stash of chips?” “We’re starving,” Sara licked her fingers. “And it’s not like we could do much else. We’re just sitting here waiting for the big man to wake up.”
“What?” Eli shoved the BBQ chips back into Kalen’s hands. “Why?” “Kalen suspects Reggie might have something to do with this shitstorm.” Eli turned to Sara and gawked. “No way. Reggie’s like the ultimate good guy down here.”
Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don’t, eh? Well, everyone was about to get introduced to the Devil they never fucking met because Lucifer kept that bit of himself on lockdown. It was about time he unleashed the monster within.
Lucifer cut his hand and let the blood flow, then he touched the foreheads of each Hound. When he reached Sara and her pack, he hesitated for a moment… if she were to ever betray him, she’d now die instantly. As if knowing that was the case, Sara rounded her shoulders and gave him the same look she had the day she first arrived in Hell – the one that made him fall so hard for her it truly gave new meaning to Fallen Angel.
“Sara darling, are you seriously disappointed that my brothers aren’t trying to assassinate me?” “No,” she frowned, “But all my theories keep going to… pot.” She was going to say Hell and refrained.
“Oh God,” she cried out as another wave of pleasure made her fly apart. “I’m not God, love.” “You’re my God right now.” Sara arched her back and looked over her shoulder at him. “And you are my salvation, Jack.”
Funny, it only takes a second for inspiration to goose you in the ass, but if you don’t have a minute to get it down on paper, the moment never lasts.
Sara’s mind was complicated and yet very simple. Like a red wine with a label that read: Inviting aromas of cassis and sweet herbs with hints of oak. This robust wine exhibits an intriguing combination of black cherry, deep red fruits, and old-world complexities that linger on the tongue for a smooth finish. Pairs nicely with sharp cheddar. Orrrr you could read it like this: Nice red wine with a bite. Goes great with cheeseburgers.
Sometimes we forget we’re not alone. When times get so tough it seems unbearable, we forget that there are others around who would help if they were asked. And others… who would help without being asked.
“It was like getting hit by a bolt of lightning, with your feet in water… sucking on a battery lollypop.” Bishop’s eyes widened, “Is that something you’ve all done?” “Sort of. But just the once,”
“Shit or get off the pot, Kalfu.” He cocked an eyebrow and turned to Jack, “Is she always this crass?” “Yes,” the Hounds said in unison.
“You’re weak.” “And you’re an asshole. Clearly we’re both suffering from things that have no cure.” He laughed, “Christ, woman, you never change.” “At least one of us stays consistent.”
“I’m not breaking. They’re not breaking me with this.” Sara’s gaze flicked to Tanner. “I’m the motherfucking bomb. They’ll break when I explode.”
Fuck it, she couldn’t worry about that today. She had ninety-nine problems but the hag ain’t one.
No one answered. Annnd this is how she got the reputation of being a bitch. When embarrassed, Sara would put up her can’t-touch-me shield, lock her emotions down, and would just get straight up nasty. It was her defense mechanism.
we are all monsters. Some of us are good, some of us are bad.” “Your point?” “It’s okay to be a monster. Just make sure you’re one of the good ones.”
“Christ, will she just end this!” Gabriel paced from the back of the room. “Are Angel’s allowed to say that?” Sara asked. “I mean, don’t you like lose a feather or something every time you blaspheme.” Gabriel paused, “Who told you that?”
Riley was one of them. He… doesn’t belong in Hell anymore.” “I tried to get him to come with me,” Uriel argued, “I came to collect him about thirty years ago but he refused to leave. Said he wouldn’t go where his brother could not.”
“You look like shit, you know that?” Luce chuckled, “You take a look in the mirror lately, Darling?” “No way. I prefer the way I look in my head. Wouldn’t want to ruin my illusion.” “Or delusion,” he smiled and turned to face her, “You look like a warrior.” “Now who’s delusional?”
“Then we’re even.” “Doesn’t feel that way.” “Does to me, and I outrank you, so… we’re even.” “How do you figure?”
Sara laid back on the pillow and placed her hand over her belly again. “If you think your dads are crazy over you… just wait until you meet Uncle Lucifer, little one.”
