I started rubbing my hands up and down my thighs in hopes of something happening. Of course, I ended up looking like some class-A weirdo, as it did nothing but warm my thighs. Although, he couldn’t hide the moment of panic that flashed across his face when I first started to try…umm, interesting.
“Okay, fine, it’s not working right now, but it will,” I warned with a wag of my finger.
“Maybe it just… I don’t know, needs to recharge or something?” my sister suggested, making me sigh, as this time, it was my pervy little Goblin that answered.
“She’s not a vibrator, kitten… look, yer brought me here, and any demon that gets to the mortal realm has free will, and guess what, girly, that means I don’t have to go back if I don’t want to. And well, I kinda like it here,” he said, leaning back casually against the wall of flyers my mom allowed people to pin up on our notice board.
He also swiped one of the black and white striped lollipops out of the jar on the counter and made the wrapper come off with a swirl of his finger, before popping it into his mouth with a loud smack of his lips.
“Well, he’s got spunk, I will give him that,” my sister said, making him wink at her.
“Eh, whose side areyeron exactly… he just called me a fucking vibrator!” I snapped, mocking his accent.
“No, I said youweren’tone,” he pointed out, mocking my own accent and making my sister repeat,
“He said you weren’t one.” I rolled my eyes at this before Sabrina continued.
“Besides, he is kinda cute…I mean, if you squint your eyes,”she whispered this last part, making the demon comment wryly,
“He also has excellent hearing, deary.”
“Great, good for you… Look, I don’t care if he looked like a damn Care Bear, he has to go back!” I argued, making my sister chuckle.
“Well, there is this one club I have heard about, and there is a rumor that there is a guy there who is a pretty powerful male witch.”
“Male witch? I thought they liked to be called Warlocks?” I asked stupidly. As really, the guy could have wanted to have been called the Wizard of Oz for all I cared, as long as he could help me out. This time, it was my sister’s look that said it all.
“Okay, so not important… go on,” I said, waving my hand.
“It’s a secret club called the Veneficus.”
“Veneficus?” I repeated with a frown, looking to the demon that had just gasped when hearing the name.
“I’m not sure what it means, but I am sure Mom would know,” Sabrina said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“And what is the guy’s name?” I asked, ignoring the look of panic on the goblin’s face.
However, it wasn’t my sister who answered me and that rattled look now transferred into his voice, one that almost trembled as he repeated the name of the club.
“Veneficus.”
My sister ignored him with a wary look cast his way, but told me anyway,
“They call him…Lord Oblivion.”
At this, the goblin started choking on his lollipop, and continued to do so as I commented with a chuckle,
“Lord Oblivion… Goddess, that’s corny, but then I guess Lord Voldemort was taken,” I joked, making my sister giggle, something that stopped the second the Goblin started with his chanting again.
“The soul descends and others take its place:
Each crowds in its urns to judgment, each confesses,
Each hears its doom and falls away through space.
‘O you who come into this camp of woe,’
Cried Minos when he saw me turn away…”
