Two Scoops Of Hellfire

by Kimberly Lemming

“How were you able to summon me?” I demanded. The purple woman burst into tears and waved her arms around her. “I don’t KNOW, OK?! I was just trying to bake cupcakes. You were supposed to be buttercream frosting!”

“Who or what are you?” She gathered her courage to clamber upright and held the spoon before her like a sword. Adorable. Adorable and horribly useless. Focus.

“K-Kain?” she stammered. “Kain the Destroyer? What kind of weird DnD crap is that? What are you destroying aside from my kitchen?” “Armies, assassins, kingdoms, the structural integrity of a bridge once. Whatever my mistress commands. Though by the looks of it…you destroyed your kitchen.”

“Of course,” I said with a nod. “I, too, begin my cooking tasks by summoning ancient evils. Only a fool would attempt to make confections without at least two scoops of hellfire.”

“Stay here. Read me the first instruction.” Daisy gave a small shiver at the command. I liked that. “Yes, daddy. I MEAN.” Her mouth snapped shut, and she fixed a glare at the book in front of her. “Fine.” I nodded at her approvingly. “Good girl.”