“Very comfortable. I think making Hell my home will come naturally,” I reply, and she smiles.
“I felt the same way. Earth never truly felt like home, but as soon as I came here, I felt settled.”
“So you and my dad, that’s a thing?” I ask, not caring if it makes her feel uncomfortable.
“It isn’t public knowledge, but yes.”
“Doesn’t that piss you off?” I ask her, and she grabs her mimosa, taking a deep sip.
“Sometimes,” she admits quietly.
“If I were you, I would tell him I needed to be paraded around this place like my pussy was pure magic.”
Lilith slightly spits out some of her mimosa and laughs.
“Maybe I’ll do just that,” she says, cementing my first feeling towards Lilith. I have no desire to kill her. We can be friends.
My father enters the room, tilting Lilith’s head and placing a chaste kiss on her lips. He looks at me like he doesn’t know what to do or say to me—story of my fucking life.
Instead, he takes his place at the head of the table and looks at the door before turning around and snapping his fingers. Multiple demons who look like they haven’t seen the sun or a clean pair of clothes in quite some time come out of hiding to fill our plates.
“What did these poor suckers do to get this job?” I ask, and my father’s lip tilts.
“That’s Harvey. He abused his power and did despicable things to many people, young and old. That’s John, he assassinated Abraham Lincoln. We can’t forget Margaret, and her war crimes are longer than the Bible.”
“Seems just,” I reply, and he nods his head.
“I like to rotate them out every now and then. Send them to the pit and give them a reprieve from serving me.”
“The pit? Can we go see it?” Lilith and Lucifer both share a look. Immediately, I want to know what is in the pit and how soon I can go.
“I plan to show you everything in Hell, darling. But first, it’s important that you learn your abilities and the history of Hell. Not to mention, I need to figure out how to announce you and your sister to all of Hell.”
Like she was summoned by the man, Blair and her boyfriend walk into the dining room and take their seats next to each other. Blair glares at me before sitting down, and I try to give her a polite smile.
Do they make greeting cards with baskets of chocolate-covered fruits that say, ‘I’m sorry for possessing you and attempting to fuck your man’?I doubt it.
“Blair—” I start, but my half-sister interrupts before I can get my apology out.
“Why lie to me? Why not tell me when I was old enough what I was? Do you know how miserable I was up there? How I didn’t fit in. Did you know my mother and her coven tried to sacrifice me to Mara?” she rants, giving me a harsh stare.
Like this magical bitch is the only one with parental issues. Try losing your whole body and having to possess people to survive.At least she knows who her cunt of a mother is; I’m still a half-orphan, I suppose.
Can someone be a half-orphan?
But I don’t want to rock the boat. It’s clear to me that since my father knew about Blair far longer than he knew of me there is a connection there. I’m not sure if the word is jealousy, but there are definitely some strong feelings over how she is speaking to him and how my father is letting her treat him.
But I need to lie low. I don’t know who I can truly trust. I’m hoping that Blair can be someone I can eventually build trust with, but I’ve already made her hate me, so apology it is.
“I am really sorry about that, Blair. Now that I’m in my corporeal body, some of my thoughts are a little more clear,” I say. It’s a lie. I knew what I was doing, and I don’t regret it—mostly.
“Oh, like when you took over my body and were going to fuck my boyfriend and move us to an arctic tundra?” It really was a solid plan. Dax is attractive now that I look at him. But he doesn’t seem fucked up enough for my liking—pity, really.
“Yes, that would be a time when I wasn’t thinking clearly. It was confusing for my mind not to have a vessel, and I had Beelzebub in my ear telling me lies.” More like…I would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for your strength and your meddling demon daddy.But since everything worked out far better for me than I intended, it’s best to act like I was out of my mind.
I’m normal now—obviously.
“His soul has already been destroyed,” my father announces, taking a sip of orange juice. He seems annoyed with the banter, and I really wish he would take my side, to tell Blair to stop being petty. Maybe when we find my dead-beat mother, he’ll destroy her soul too. The thought shouldn’t make me feel as giddy as it does, but seriously, who fucks the head honcho demon and then drops their kid off at a Catholic church? It’s fucked up.
