“There’s more, but you really need to be sober to hear it,” Celix said.
Yeah, because we were definitely all drunk. For now, I wanted to dance. Lucifer had a turntable and some records. Isquealed when I foundThe Cure.I guess Earth music had made its way here, too.
Nero immediately got up to dance with me. Celix joined. Kujo just stared at us like he wanted to stab us.
I’d either wear that one down or stab him.
Ihadn’t woken up this hungover next to a man I’d just met since college. In this case,twomen and they were actually demons. We didn’t actuallydoanything except have a lot of fun and pass out. Lucifer had one of those sectionals that might as well have been a giant bed and we were all too messy to make it back to our bedrooms.
Kujo was an idiot and decided he was going to make it to his bed, anyway. Dudes, he did not make it. He was face down on the floor drooling. If he hadn’t wanted to crash on the sectional, he could have slept in one of the chairs, but I guess he wanted to be stubborn.
I will say this. Felid demons and an incubus knew how to snuggle. I hadn’t slept that well in a long time. I was smashedbetween them and Nero’s tail was curled around my leg. Was it weird Nero had a tail and Celix didn’t? I wasn’t going to question it.
I shifted to get up because I had to piss like a race horse. Celix growled and tightened his arm around me. Damn, he was strong.
“Best let her up unless you’re into getting pissed on,” Nero yawned. “Sorry, incubus thing.”
“Not complaining if it gets me to the toilet.”
They let me up, and I made a beeline for the bathroom. Don’t ask me how I forgot about the demon passed out on the rug, but I tripped over him and nearly face planted.
“Don’t put the pineapple up my ass!” Kujo groaned, rolling over.
Yeah, I’d unpack that later. Bathroom first. This place was massive, but thankfully, Lucifer had toilets everywhere, so I didn’t have to hunt one down. I’d never been more relieved to take a piss in my life. And Lucifer seemed to have bidets installed in all his bathrooms, so I wouldn’t have to hunt some down and put them in. There werewaymore bathrooms in this place than mine.
I definitely needed massive amounts of coffee and a greasy breakfast. When I got back to the living room, Celix was nudging Kujo with his foot and Kujo was muttering about pineapples being evil.
“Should we put him on the sectional?” Nero asked.
“No way. He’s got at least two demon blades on him and he tried to stab me last time.”
“How come you two are less hungover than us?”
“Alcohol from Hell would kill a human. The otherness of it is toxic. This was distilled by Lucifer, so it’s very strong. It hit Kujo harder because he’s half human. It’s hittingyouright now because your magic hasn’t fully manifested. It’ll get easier,” Celix said.
“Kujo has some hangups about being Cambion. He hates his mom, but he hates his dad, too, for not stepping up. His whole life would have been different if his dad had also been a Fury. He thinks he’s got to go harder at everything to prove he belongs here. He’s strong as fuck and he’s got full Fury powers, but he’s never going to be able to handle booze like a full demon.”
I heard a throat clear and turned. There was a demon butler standing there. I could tell he was the butler because of how he was dressed. He had a wolfish look about him. Canid demon? He was also bowing, which made me incredibly uncomfortable.
“Hey, just treat me like you would anyone else. This is allreallyweird for me. Can you spread the word?”
“Of course. We have a brunch prepared for Wrathhog’s arrival, but would you like us to make you all Lucifer’s hangover remedy?”
“Hot damn, you sweet motherfucker, yes.”
“Erm, yes. Make yourself comfortable and we’ll bring it out.”
“It’s not actually Lucifer’s recipe,” Celix said. “Angels didn’t really use potions. Lilith taught them. Any potions and remedies we have here are because of her.”
“As long as it works. Is he going to be okay?” I asked, nodding at Kujo.
He’d rolled on his side and curled into the fetal position. He almost looked…sweet like this. If a demon covered in tattoos could look sweet.
“Oh, yeah. If you wake him up, he’ll try to stab you. We’re just going to dribble a bit of the potion down his throat and he’ll be much nicer when he wakes up.”
“I’m going to trust you on that.”
“Ah, here we go.”
