Fashionably Dead Down Under(24)

Oh shit, did they not know that I killed my daddy? How was that going to go over?
“She has eliminated my brother and for that I am most grateful.”
The crowd gasped and dropped to their knees. If this was for me, Satan or my dead evil pappy, I was unsure.
“Is he gone for good?” A Demon yelled from the crowd.
“Oh, yes.” Satan laughed and embraced me. “He was eaten.”
“She ate her father?” someone else yelled.
I gagged and almost threw up in my mouth a bit at the thought.
“No, she did not, but that is her story to tell if she wishes.”
I glanced at my uncle, grateful that he didn’t out my Baby Demons. I was sure that if he knew my dad had been eaten, he was aware I had instructed my Baby Demons to do it. I did not want them to be a target. The applause started slowly, but crescendoed into a deafening roar. Well, my dad definitely didn’t have any friends in Hell. Nice.
“I think it’s an abomination to host a bloodsucker,” Amanda said, stepping forward. She held her head high and her bulbous lips settled in an unattractive sneer.
“Is that so, my consort?” Satan asked, enjoying her hostility. His arm tightened around me, but for all intents and purposes he looked completely relaxed to the crowd.
“Yes,” she said and coyly batted her eyelashes at him. “She is below us and doesn’t belong here.”
“Interesting. Would you like to challenge her?” he asked.
Challenge me to what?
Amanda blanched and glanced around the room looking for support. A fairly large number of Demons clapped, the rest watched warily. I tried to catalog some of her supporters. They were possibly the ones who would happily lead me to a portal if my presence was such a blight on the community.
“If I wasn’t with child, I would destroy her,” she hissed.
I’d had enough between Lust and the cheap silicone floozy insulting me. I didn’t want to be here and it was quite obvious I wasn’t wanted. There was no way in hell I would reveal that I was with child too, but her cakehole needed to be shut. “Well first of all, Pamela . . . whoops, I meant Donkey Nipples, although I could level your ass with my eyes shut I don’t think I’d have too much fun, but I’d love to take you out after you give birth, so please by all means pencil me in.”
“My name is Amanda,” she ground out through clenched teeth.
“That’s what I said.” I grinned when I saw all my cousins from Hell giving me the thumbs up.
“Enough,” Satan insisted, but his eyes glittered with amusement. “My consort shouldn’t be upset.” He released me and took her in his arms. She melted into him and he whispered something in her ear that made her purr like a kitten. She sauntered back and took her place near Cole smiling like a Cheshire cat.#p#分页标题#e#
“So,” my scarily beautiful uncle told his people, “Astrid is to learn the ways of her people. We are indebted to her and shall treat her accordingly.”
I glanced over the crowd. They weren’t pleased, but it didn’t seem that there was going to be a riot. No one was stupid enough to cross Satan. With a nod from my uncle, I went back to my cousins.
“Enough with formalities,” Satan shouted to his adoring crowd. “Let the party begin.”
The Demons surged the area where Satan stood, trying to get a word or a touch in. He was a god to them. A living, breathing, beautiful, evil god.
“That was outstanding,” Wrath said, coming in for another lip lock. Thankfully Dixie pulled me into a non-sexual hug and I escaped Wrath’s lovin’.
“She hates you,” Greed said. “Look at her.”
Sure enough Amanda was sneering at me, her teeth bared in what I guessed to be blatant Demon aggression. I smiled and winked. She turned an unattractive mottled red and mouthed, “You’re dead.”
“Did she just threaten my life?” I asked Wrath who was watching with great interest.
“I believe she did,” Wrath answered. “What ever shall you do about it?”
Killing her was out of the question. Too many witnesses, plus I was working without my Vamp powers and she was pregnant. But wait—when in Hell . . . I let Amanda’s anger and discontent wash over me and I absorbed it. A strong wave of dark magic ripped through me and it felt good. I glanced over at Lust and let my body take in her ire too. This was almost too easy. My fingers tingled and I saw the black glitter covering them. Could I do it? Should I do it? I may as well try something small to figure out if I could protect myself in real danger.
I raised my fingers and pointed at Amanda’s overly blown up sneering lips and I flicked. I watched my magic, a gorgeous mist of black glitter, travel from my fingertips to her mouth...and it popped. I popped her enhanced lips and they deflated like a flat tire. She looked ridiculous and I laughed. She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth and shrieked.