“No, leave me alone.”
“Listen, I’ve got to go to Hell.” She sighs and sits on my bed, picking at her nails. “Lucifer isn’t dumb, he’s going to know you’re with me.”
“Ugh, fuck him,” I say, rolling on my side and dragging the blanket over my head.
“Listen, we’ve got to turn this sad-girl shit into something productive. Do you want to kill someone?”
“No, Kas, I don’t want to kill someone. Just leave me alone.”
“Well, I don’t want to hear any complaining when I have all the fun stabbing some bastard.”
“Okay,” I groan. She just sighs, getting off the bed.
When Diana died, all I could think was about avenging her, but it seems as though I can’t leave the bed. We were separated in death, but at least I knew she was living a good afterlife. But now I know she’s nothing more than dust, and I’m not sure how to function. We entered and left the world together, but knowing that I still exist and she doesn’t… how am I supposed to live any quality of life?
I hear the pop of Kas’ portal and sit up. I’ve got to do something besides sit here, but I’m not sure what. Groaning, I get out of bed and get dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt. I don’t brush my hair, deciding to just put it up in a rat’s nest of a bun.
I’m not sure what my intention is when I portal, but for the strangest reason, I find myself in Hallowsdeep. There’s no rhyme or reason as to why I’m here. I just couldn’t be in that stifling room anymore, so I walk around aimlessly. Something about the town is comforting, it’s pretty fucked up, considering I died here. But I also found the dagger and found Blair here.Maybe my subconscious knew I needed to find something again in this stupid, haunted-as-fuck town.
When I turn the corner of the candle shop is when I hear the taunting of children.
“You’re a liar, Blair. You made up having a dad. You’re such a loser.”
“So weird. Don’t touch her, you might get cooties!”
There’s a light sniffle, and I glare at the two little bitches who are teasing Blair. I didn’t really care for children before I died, but as a demon, I don’t really care about hitting one either. So I do the one thing that always scares children, and I act like a psychopath by leaning down and screaming bloody murder in their faces. Their eyes go wide as they turn around and run away. When I turn on my heel, Blair is smirking at me. It’s annoying that she looks just like her father, but I can’t hold it against her that her dad’s an asshole.
“That was awesome,” she gushes, squeezing her backpack straps, and I nod, fully intending to just keep walking, but she follows me. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” I grimace and wonder if I need to make her forget this encounter, but then I realize that since I’m not with Lucifer, I don’t see how it would matter.
“No, I’m not from around here.”
“That makes sense.”
I arch an eyebrow, and she shrugs her shoulders. “No one cool lives here.”
“You live here,” I say, and she smiles.
“I’m not cool, you saw how those girls talked to me.”
I turn and squat down to her height. “There’s always going to be people who don’t like you or will go out of their way to hurt you. Most of the time, it’s because they are insecure about themselves.”
“Adults just say that shit to make kids feel better.”
Lucifer isn’t here, and well, that means all rules are out the window. As much as I hate Lucifer right now, I still understand that Blair is worth protecting, and I will keep her a secret. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t help her.
I look around at the street and sigh. “Sometimes, when you’re powerful, others will try to put you down, so you don’t reach your full potential.”
She gasps and looks at me. “But you’re not—”
“No. I’m not a witch.”
The shocked expression on her face is adorable as I keep walking, and again she follows. “Then what are you?”
“Not important. But what I can tell you is those kids making fun of you? They’re probably scared of you.”
She swallows. “I… I have accidents sometimes.”
I furrow my brows and look at her. “Accidents?”
