Judd is more cautious but makes it across with no problem. I take my time leisurely walking down the middle until we get to the other side.
“One day, I’m going to crack that big, beautiful head of yours wide open. Like, come on, who comes up with this shit?” Mara says excitedly, and I clear my throat, unsure how to deal with all the compliments these two keep throwing my way.
The hall of mirrors is next, except the mirror doesn’t distort your body; instead it shows you your biggest fears. We’ve had these mirrors for years; I had to have a witch in one of the mortal realms spell them.
You can only see your own fear, not anyone else’s, even if they are around you. Mara quickly walks through the maze, as does Judd, and I wonder what they both see. They don’t seem afraid, just sad. I look down, already knowing what I’ll see.
None of us speak as we reach the part of the house most people hate the most—clowns. Only the luckiest fuckers in the pit get this job in the funhouse. Sure, you’re likely to get punched in the face, but it’s better than drowning or being eaten alive by piranhas.
The first clown jumps out and startles Mara. She doesn’t even hesitate as she punches him right in the throat. He falls to the floor, tears fucking up his makeup as he clutches his neck in pain. She kicks him on his side and shivers.
“I hate clowns.”
“Well… looks like there’s more for you to deal with then,” Judd says calmly. As more of the clowns descend into the room. Mara is quick and nimble, shoving her way through them, punching, kicking, or elbowing all of them to get the fuck out of her way.
She takes a deep breath after we’re out of that room and spins to look at me. “Lilith said you were a sweetheart, not a sadist,” she sasses, and I shrug my shoulders.Can’t I be both?
“How many more sections are there in the funhouse?” Judd asks. I know it’s just the three of us in here, and I’m getting more comfortable by the second with both of them.
“Two more,” I tell them. Judd and Mara both grin at me like I just told them some revolutionary detail.
“What’s next?” Mara asks.
I point forward, and she sees the spinning tube. It’s not small like a mortal one would be; no, this tube spins faster and is nearly twenty feet long. She isn’t afraid. No, absolutely not. Come to think of it, I haven’t sensed fear in her once since I’ve met her. Not when I chased her through the pit or a single moment in this funhouse.
Judd follows, and I just take a moment to watch them in the tube. I guess I expected them to run as fast as demonly possible through it, but they don’t.
They’re pushing each other and rolling around in the tube-like laundry in the dryer. They’re laughing together, Mara clutching her stomach as she tumbles around the tube and crawls over to Judd, who is also laughing over the whole situation. Her dress flips up, and I’m given a gratuitous view of her peachy ass, covered by black lace panties. So I just sit back and watch them have the time of their lives together. The view is breathtaking, and it settles something inside of me.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this emotion that I almost don’t know what it is. It rolls around in my chest, looking for purchase, and I realize what it is—happiness.
Eventually, the two of them have to crawl the rest of the way through the tube because they’re laughing so hard and rolling over each other. Sharing Mara with Judd, I decide, is more than tolerable.It’ll be everything.
I easily run through the tube to catch up with them, where they are still cackling on the floor, their hands on each other’s bodies. Their effortless affection is charming to me.
She touches Judd’s cheek and smiles down at him. “You alright?” she asks him.
“I’m fine, are you?”
She smiles down at him, and I don’t find that it’s jealousy that plagues me. It’s dark and possessive, like I’m looking down at two people who belong to me. This might be our first date, and everything has moved at warp speed. But they’re mine to protect, and it’s my job to ensure their happiness.
“I’m more than fine, Judd,” she says to the other demon. I don’t interrupt their moment together, but they slowly part, and Mara immediately makes physical contact with me like she wants to give me assurances that she’s not all about Judd and can have affection for us both.
“What’s the last part?” she asks, and I take her hand in mine. She doesn’t question me. I like how she trusts me because something tells me that despite how easygoing she has been, Mara doesn’t trust easily. I think it has something to do with her asking me for undying loyalty after I ate her delicious cunt.
I sit her in between my much larger legs, and her small hands dig into my thighs as I wrap a hand around her waist and push us down the slide. It’s the simplest and most mortal part of the funhouse. She laughs as we travel down the massive slide. I enjoy every second of her body pressed against mine, and a sense of pride fills me over the way I was able to make her laugh, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
I know I’m not funny, but I can bring her joy in other ways.
When we reach the exit of the funhouse, her hair is sticking up all over the place from the slide, and I push it down, cupping her face.
She looks up at me in a way no one ever has before, like I’m something special. My massive heart beats in my chest as she lifts up to her tiptoes, and I lean down to place a soft kiss on her plush lips. I want to take it further, throw her over my shoulder, and toss her onto the picnic table we ate at earlier, but I refrain and enjoy the simple intimacy.
She sighs contentedly when our lips part.
“This date has been everything, Elvor. Thank you.”
“Anything for my little princess,” I vow, pushing more of her frantic hair down as Judd comes shooting out the end of the slide with a smile on his face. I haven’t seen him this happy in all my years in Hell, either. He’s usually frowning in some corner, shoving toxins inside of his body.
