“I want Beelzebub.” I search her face but eventually give her a single nod.
“Okay,” I sigh.
Her mouth parts, and she looks at me in shock. “Seriously, just… okay?”
“I’ve told you already that I would help you. I just couldn’t do it in front of everyone in Hell. Technically, he didn’t break any rules. But since he’s left Hell, I worry what he’s been up to. If you want him, he’s yours, love.”
Her cheeks heat as she tilts her head, accepting my honesty. “Could have saved me a few stab wounds and shaved some years off my Earth Rumspringa with that information.” I ignore her jab and glare at her.
“How are your wounds?” I ask her, and she shrugs her shoulders.
“I feel completely fine. Can your blood heal anything?”
“Different ancient weapons do different things. The dagger they used can be a weapon against angels and demons. It can inflict life-threatening injuries that can only be healed by God or myself. There are other daggers that can send demons back to Hell. Or your dagger can kill by just penetrating flesh. Your dagger would not kill an angel or a demon, though.”
“They have to be living,” she interjects, and I confirm with a nod of my head. “I tried to stab the vampire that killed Diana, and it didn’t work,” she tells me, and I nod.
I stand up, taking one last glance at her naked form before putting a towel on the counter for her. “Take your time.”
“How long do you think it will take you to meet my demands?” she smiles, and I can tell she’s enjoying toying with me.
“Not long. Your cat, where is it, and what’s its name?”
The grin that takes over her face is feral as she says, “At mine and Kas’ place. I’m assuming you know where that is.” I don’t answer, because yes, I do know where she lives. “And his name is Lucipurr.”
My eyebrows furrow, and my mouth slightly parts as I’m stunned into silence. Lilith’s laugh echoes through the bathroom, and I can’t help the happiness that overshadows my irritation. I’ve missed her laugh, her playfulness. I’ve even missed her misbehaving and pushing my buttons.
It seems I have quite the to-do list, and I don’t plan on giving her any time to change her mind.
“I’ll be back shortly.”
Her laughing fit doesn’t stop as I portal to her seaside home.
I have to forcibly knock down the front door of their home. Kas is not here, as I suspected. I have her on a mission right now, which I’m trying not to regret. Perhaps if I didn’t send her to handle this rogue demon, then maybe Lilith wouldn’t have gotten hurt. But if she didn’t get hurt, would she have ever come back to me?
Her lie about not wanting to be back in Hell was evident. But Lilith is stubborn, and she probably would have resisted me for as long as possible. I might have let her as well, telling myself that as long as she was safe, then that’s all that mattered.
It’s not all that matters.
What is an eternal life worth if I’m not able to spend it with the person who makes me feel alive? I’ve been floating through this existence, managing Hell and doing the duty that I was assigned. But she’s come back to me, and I’m very much trying tonotfuck it up.
Something feels off at her home, almost like I can’t remember why I’m here or what I’m looking for. I shake off the feeling and refocus on the fact that I have somehow become so whipped that I’m here to fetch a cat. The term pussy-whipped takes on a whole new meaning.
I make an embarrassing pst-pst noise to try and find the creature. I swear, if she actually named it Lucipurr, I may have to renegotiate our terms because there’s no fucking way I’m calling a cat that. I don’t even like animals, and this little prick with my namesake will be roaming the manor halls, throwing up on the carpet and scratching curtains.
When I turn the corner in the living room, I see a small black blob. It blinks its green eyes, and I have hope that it’s a semi-docile creature. Then its mouth opens, exposing his fangs as he lets out a sharp hiss.
“Let’s go.”
As I reach out a hand to pick it up, but it bats away my fingers, it’s claws scratching my skin.
“You’ll fit right in, you little bastard.” I grab the cat by the scruff and tuck him under my arm, portalling back to Lilith’s bedroom. He’s just a cat for now, I can’t do anything to him until he passes. As far as I know, all pets go to Heaven and all that bullshit. But surely, I’ll figure it out.
She’s wrapped in a robe, and her beaming smile when she sees the little twat under my arm makes it worth it. She holds out her arms, and I pass her the cat. The little shit purrs immediately and rubs its head against her chest, clearly marking his territory.
“He’s difficult,” I say to her, and she kisses the top of his head.
“I like difficult.”
