“What next?” Judd asks, and I make my men follow me around to each torturous game. I think my favorite is the water guns. Except you shoot it into a person’s mouth, the first demon to suffocate the prisoner wins. Eyeball darts were also entertaining, and so was whacking their heads with a mallet. Truly, all the games were inspired, but all of the torture has me ravenous.
“Why don’t you go get a table? I’ll grab us some food,” Judd suggests with a smile. He seemed so lonely and lost when I saw him sitting on that couch at the club. But tonight, he’s been charming and sweet. The thought of being the person to improve someone’s mood is heady, and it makes me feel powerful.
Elvor takes my hand as we sit at the picnic table, far from any other demons. “Are you having fun?” he asks me quietly.
“So much fun. Did you design all the games, Elvor?”
“Most of them,” he says with a shrug.
“They’re amazing. I’m so impressed,” I gush, watching him shift uncomfortably. “Are you feeling comfortable around Judd?” I ask him nervously, wondering if maybe the two of them weren’t a match as I thought and how that might affect things. I’m still interested in both of them, but I want them to get along too.
Elvor rubs his beard and shrugs.
“I think he would like to hear your beautiful voice too, you know?” The left side of his mouth tilts upwards, and he looks away. “Plus, this is a date. We’re all supposed to be getting to know each other. We can’t do that if you don’t talk,” I coax softly. I don’t want to push him, but on the other hand, I just want him to open up so badly.
When I first got my corporeal body, I wanted to fuck everything walking around in Hell, but now, as stupid as it sounds, I want it to mean something. All my time on Earth, I felt like I had no bodily autonomy, and now that I do, I want to be smart about who I let in my life and in my panties.
The best decision I made was to not go any further with Toth. His rejection has been stinging lately, and I don’t want to feel like that again. I want the person I’m sexual with to not only ravish and destroy me but treat me tenderly after.
Heavens, I sound like such a naive girl instead of the heiress of Hell.
“I will try, little princess,” Elvor concedes, and I smile back at him.
Night has fully settled over the carnival. The sky is black with deep gray clouds, and a thick mist of fog funnels throughout the carnival. It’s simply magical.
Judd somehow finds his way to our table that’s shrouded in solitude. He brought multiple baskets of fried food, and I dig in right away.
“So Judd and Elvor, how old are you, anyway?” I ask curiously. Immortality is fascinating in that way. How can I be attracted to men who are older than anyone I’ve ever met on Earth?
“I died at twenty-four, but I’ve been in Hell for nearly four decades, so sixty-something,” Judd replies first with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Six hundred or so?” Elvor questions himself and shrugs. Judd’s eyes are glued on the massive man, more than likely from hearing him speak rather than his age.
“Glad I have a thing for older men, then. You two don’t care that I’ve just been made corporeal, right?”
“Not at all,” Judd says, taking a piece of funnel cake and popping it in his mouth. “I’m a little confused about how you’re Lucifer’s daughter, but only recently turned corporeal, though.”
“My father apparently came to Earth and had a serious hoe phase, knocking up at least two women during that time period. Blair’s my half-sister, her mother was a witch. I don’t know who my mother is. She dropped me off at an orphanage as soon as she gave birth. I’m assuming she’s supernatural since I could hold my human form until I was fifteen.”
Judd rubs his chin in thought and tilts his head. “You had to possess people to stay alive while you were a teenager?” he asks, and as much as I hate to be pitied, I like that he cares enough to feel upset for me.
“I did. So I’ve only had this body a few weeks,” I state, shrugging my shoulders.
“You look beautiful,” Judd says softly.
“You both do,” Elvor adds quickly before turning away.
“Why are you just so hellishly cute?” I ask Elvor, and the tips of his pointed ears redden. “Why do you have pointed ears?”
Elvor doesn’t seem ready to talk again, so Judd answers for him. “He’s from the fae realm. They live a very long time. Elvor died very young for a fae during a battle in his realm. Isn’t that right?” Judd asks. Elvor’s ears turn an even darker shade of red.
The large fae man curses under his breath and stands up from the table.
“I’ll return,” he rushes out in a hushed, almost-whisper as he leaves. In the blink of an eye, he is out of view of the two of us.
“I don’t think the big guy knows how to handle attention,” I tell Judd and rub his arm.
“I can’t believe he actually spoke to me,” Judd replies.
