I nod my head. Images floating around my mind as I finally land on a room and portal.
Wrong room.Wrong fucking room.
I portaled us to my dad’s room, sadly. It seems to have left the biggest impression. Unfortunately, my dad also has Lilith restrained and fully naked against a Saint Andrew’s Cross.
“Oh, fuck, sorry!” I say, grabbing Dax’s hand and dragging him out of the room. I’m too mortified to even look at my dad’s and Lilith’s faces.
Dax laughs once my dad’s bedroom door is shut. I smack his chest lightly. “Shut the fuck up.”
He’s nearly hunched over laughing, his hands on his knees. “You know they say kinks are hereditary.”
I glare at him and step away.
“Oh, come on, babe, you gotta admit it’s funny,” he says, following me down the hallway. I’m meaning to ditch him when I walk right into Mara.
“What’s so funny?” she asks. She seems different, a little less crazy. But she still has very strong single white female energy.
“I portaled us into dad’s room and he was, uh, having a moment with Lilith.”
“Oh, don’t feel too bad. I’ve walked in on my fair share. They’re like rabbits,” she says, and I grimace.
“How are you adapting to Hell?” I ask her, trying to make small talk and not bring up the fact that she possessed me.
“I love it here. I don’t think I ever want to leave,” she says. I give her a smile, not really knowing where to take the conversation.
“Cool, uh—”
Two footfalls alert me to my dad and Lilith walking down the hallway. No shame at all written on their face. It seems like Hell is very much more open to sexuality than Earth.
“My daughters together. Shall we all do lunch?” my dad asks. I know my cheeks are pink, but I nod my head. I look over at Lilith and she just looks happy and carefree as ever, her long blonde ponytail still in perfect condition as we walk to the formal dining room.
We all take the same place at the table as we did before. A few servants bring food. They’re shackled and I wonder what they did to get them this gig. My father might be a lot of things, but it seems he only punishes those who truly deserve it. At least I can hope.
“What brings you to Hell, darling?” my father asks.
You can’t tell your dad that you came here for a Halloween sex club performance. “Dax wanted to show me Hell on Halloween,” I say.
My dad glares at Dax, but then nods his head. “I see, and the reason why you are here?”
“I would like to go on assignments with Dax.”
“Hm, and how is your training going?” He looks over at Dax for that answer. His hand is proudly on my shoulder.
“We’re working on perfecting portaling and her strength, but she is doing amazing.”
“And you do not wish to stay in Hell, take your rightful place as my heir?” my dad asks. I nearly choke on the club sandwich I’m eating and look over at Mara.
“I think I would be better suited elsewhere,” I say.
“Very well, and you, Mara?”
“I would love to stay, if that’s okay with you, Blair?” She looks at me guiltily, like she’s taking something from me.
“I promise, being with Dax, traveling multiple dimensions. That’s what I want.”
“Very well, but I have a stipulation,” my dad says.
“Okay?”
