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With a sigh, I conjure a room suitable for a human behind My Throne. An ornate door appears, framed in the bones of the damned, and I descend My Throne to open it for her. The interior looks much like any college dorm room, with muted walls, a twin bed, and plain furniture. Enough for her to have a place for her things, but not so much that she gets too comfortable here. I doubt this arrangement will last, and I’d hate to go to too much effort if she’s just going to change her mind.
Callie clears her throat. “Ahem!”
My brow raises in question. “Yes?”
She points inside the room. “Bathroom, dude? I’m still a human. I have needs.”
I stifle a laugh as I add the required room, with a private door inside the bedroom. Callie takes her bag, slings it onto the bed, and starts unloading her clothes into the small dresser.
It appears I have a new roommate in Hell. If anything, this should prove most interesting. I almost wish I could see the look on Elena’s face when she finds out.
Chapter 3
Callie
Hell isn’t so bad. It’s hot and muggy, and time is all wonky here, but really it’s not too terrible. I mean, yeah, the screams of the damned get annoying sometimes, but whatever. It’s a place to live, and you can’t beat the free room and board.
The infernal magic lessons are pretty cool. For all that He’s a Prince here and has a ton of shit to do, Az takes lots of time to go over stuff with me. He doesn’t dumb it down, either. Everything from history to theory to practice we go over in detail. I never realized how intricate Hell magic is. I’ve always relied on instinct when practicing magic, but Az shows me that if I focus and apply what He teaches, I can do so much more.
If He’d just quit angling for sex, it would be perfect. I’m running out of ways to turn Him down.
First, He shows me how to conjure something out of nothing. Using the inherent magic that flows through Hell, I can actually build almost anything I can imagine—as long as it’s inanimate. I guess creating life is, like, strictly God’s territory.
Using my newfound knowledge, I manage to jazz up my little room in Hell. Curtains, pillows, bedding ... comfort items, mostly. Stuff to make it pretty. Less, well, hellish.
It’s also nice to be surrounded by hot-as-hell incubi. Like, thousands of them. The succubi are hot too, I guess, but I prefer dudes. It’s weird, though; not a single incubus has made a move on me. I mean, I don’t wanna be egotistical—and it’s not like I’m planning on fucking a demon anyway—but I’d like to think I’m pretty. Why aren’t any of them hitting on me?
Maybe they heard that I don’t want to use carnal magic. Or maybe they all still think of me as a kid. I know that Lena and her friends are like that. Nobody considers little Callie an adult. It’s so damn frustrating! The only person who seems to treat me like a grownup is the demon Prince of Lust. He at least acts like I’m worthy of adult conversation and gives me the respect I deserve. To a point, anyway. As much as He’s capable.
Az is pretty damn hot, too. Like, take those thousands of hot incubi and mush them into one entity of hotness, and you’ve got Asmodeus. Caramel-colored skin that’s smooth as fucking silk, lean muscles, ebony-dark hair, and those eyes! It’s like He’s looking straight into my soul when He directs those eyes at me, like He’s looking at my soul and trying to decide if He wants to eat it or fuck it—or both. He keeps after me to hook up, but I hold firm.
It’s not that I’m not attracted to Az. I am, but I really shouldn’t consider losing my virginity to a demon, let alone the horniest demon around.
So, I’m surrounded by hot sex demons, and I can’t get laid to save my life.Shouldn’tget laid, not here and now. Can you imagine? Losing your virginity in Hell, to a sex demon.
Lena would never let me hear the end of it.
At least I have the privacy of my little dorm room in Hell for those moments when I need some me time to vent my …frustrations. With all the magical sex energy in the air here, I need to vent a lot. Like, alot. Every damn night. Sometimes in the middle of the day.
A few weeks—or days, or months, depending on how time in Hell decides to roll at any particular moment—after my arrival, I start to hear rumors and whispers from lesser demons that my presence has not gone unnoticed. More than a few greater demons, I’m told, are curious about me, though they have yet to stop by Asmodeus’s little corner of Hell to say “Hi.” Not so much as a gift basket, even though that’s probably for the best. I mean, what does a demon put in a gift basket? Severed heads? Souls of the damned? Yeah, I don’t think I want that.
The most interesting rumor comes from a little envy demon that I meet while walking around Hell one day. The little sickly-green demon giggles and alludes to his Prince, Leviathan, expressing an interest in meeting me.
That figures. If Az has Himself a pet human, it makes sense that the Prince of Envy would want a piece of me. Not that I have an interest in giant, tentacled sea monsters, or whatever human form Leviathan might take. I’m good where I’m at, but it’s nice to be noticed. Maybe someday I’ll walk on over to Envy and see what all the fuss is about.
When I get back from my walkabout, Az has roasted gluttony demon ready for dinner, and I sit down to eat the strangely delectable meat with Him. I make mention of the envy demon’s rumor, and Az freezes.
“Leviathan, you say?”
“Yeah. The envy one.”
Az puts down His fork and dabs at the corners of His mouth with a napkin. “Callie, I must ask you never to go to that corner of Hell; if you must, please bring a contingent of My Children as guard. If Leviathan gets His hands on you, He’ll never let go.”
“Excuse me?” I push back from the conjured table with a scowl. “I’m an adult, Az, or did You forget that? I’ll go where I damn well please.”
He sighs and rolls His eyes. “I never said you weren’t an adult, Callie, and I never said you couldn’t go where you wish while here. I worry for your safety, that’s all. For all that I may give you the impression that Us Princes are well-mannered, I can assure you that Leviathan does not bother with such trivialities.”
Well-mannered my ass. Dude’s always trying to get under my skirt. “I can take care of myself.”
