Devil of Dublin

by B.B. Easton

“Ya know what they say about the Devil. Once upon a time, he was God’s most beautiful angel.”

I was no longer human or demon or even fucking breathing. I was simply hers—mind, body, and cursed black soul.

“I’m in love with you, Darby,” I said, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Always have been. And if I had a fucking birth certificate, I’d ask you to marry me right now.”