Lightbearer

by L.C. Davis

“And you are?” A second earlier, I’d known the answer to that question. At the moment, “the devil’s rent boy” was starting to sound better than Levi.

I looked down at myself and realized for the first time that I’d gone into the underworld in little more than my underwear. A hoodie with spotted blue-and-gray boxers, to be exact. (Again, I feel it’s necessary to remind you I never actually thought the ritual would work.)

The whims of my dick always had been an enigma.

“That’s no way to talk to the mother of your future army.”

Fucking a demon can’t be that different.” I certainly had a few exes who could’ve used an exorcism.

Aw, who was I kidding? He could’ve eaten a human leg in front of me and I’d still eat the waffles, as long as they were slathered in syrup and butter.

“And her name is Janis.” “Janus?” Shera wrinkled her nose. “Like the Roman god?” “No, Janis as in the goddess of rock,” I clarified.

OMG😄

“Hey, Shera, you think emotional support hellhounds are a thing?”

😄

Next on the to-do list was manifesting some extra-strength breath mints.

I took another sip of lies, AKA decaf coffee, and sighed. “Here’s hopin’.”