Fashionably Dead Down Under(32)

Who was the target? Satan? God? Grandpa? Mother Nature? The Sword was stored near Hell, so my assumption was Satan or Grandpa. Not good. I kind of liked Grandpa and if I was being truthful, my uncle fascinated me too. Would destroying a True Immortal throw this Balance of Chaos that Gramps spoke of off? Would it bring on Armageddon? Could good and evil switch places or cease to have meaning? Could I possibly confuse myself any more . . .
Enough. Enough of the book for now.
I couldn’t absorb any more information if I tried and there was no sex in it so I was getting bored. Realizing I needed to communicate with home, I decided that would be first on my agenda in the morning. Only one day had passed in Hell, but I was unsure if that equated with one day on Earth. Second on my schedule would be finding my Baby Demons. They were the key to something. What? I didn’t know, but I was learning to trust that very little was an accident.
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“No, there are no phones to Earth.” Greed laughed as she bit into some kind of Danish from the platter off of Dixie’s kitchen table. She was dressed to the nines in some kind of sexy power suit with thigh high stiletto boots. Thankfully I was able to hold my own in the fashion department due to the pile of rockin’ clothes Dixie had left in my bedroom. I was still wearing my black Converse, but they were paired with some insane Prada black pants and a Stella McCartney fitted t-shirt. “Silly girl. Even if there were, which there aren’t, do you really think Daddy would let you do that?”
“Am I a prisoner here? Or a guest?”
Greed exchanged a look with her sisters, Wrath and Envy, who’d shown up uninvited and unwanted to breakfast. All of the gals were dressed to kill . . . hopefully not literally. Dixie stood to the side completely ignored by her sisters.
“Would anyone like coffee?” she inquired, changing the subject.
“Yes, be a dear and fetch me some,” Wrath instructed her youngest sibling. “Don’t forget the sugar,” she called after her.#p#分页标题#e#
I liked them and I didn’t. I didn’t trust them a bit, but I was definitely going to find out what I could from them. “So you’re the Seven Deadly Sins, what does that make Dixie?”
“A spare heir,” Envy snorted and seated herself next to me.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning if one of us bites it, she becomes a Sin,” Envy explained and poked at the plate of pastries.
“Has that ever happened?” I asked, a little shocked at the implications. I had assumed each cousin embodied her Sin and was born that way.
“Nope,” Greed cut in. “Never and it would be a total ugly turd waffle if it did.”
“Facebook?” I asked.
“How’d you guess?” Greed grinned and took another Danish. “I understand that you met Grandpa last night.”
“How’d you hear that?” How did she hear that? I hadn’t even shared with Dixie yet.
“I feel his energy,” she said. “Don’t you?” she asked her sisters.
“Definitely,” Wrath said and Envy nodded.
“Yes, I met him and he was just as cute as Dixie said he would be.”
“Did you break anything?”
“Nope, I’m fine.”
“Not on you. On him.” Greed blew out an exasperated breath at my stupidity.
My stupidity was on purpose and that’s the way I wanted it. Everyone seemed to buy my flightiness except Wrath. She watched me closely with an odd expression on her lovely face.
“No, he left in one piece,” I told them and turned away to avoid Wrath’s intense scrutiny.
“What did you speak of?” Wrath asked.
“Not much. You know, ‘Welcome to Hell, learn your heritage, blahblahblah’.”
“Did he give you any gifts?” Envy asked in a tone I didn’t like.
“No books? No baubles?” Greed wanted to know.
What were they angling for? I had no intention of telling them I had a book. Unsure why, but trusting my instincts, I played dumb.
“Nope, nothing,” I said. “Why? Does he usually come bearing gifts?”
“No, but he always tries to pawn this stupid little book off on us,” Greed said and rolled her eyes.
“It’s written in some ancient script that none of us can read. I suppose it’s some kind of test,” Envy added.
“I can read a bit of it,” Wrath said, still watching me closely.
“Probably because you’re thousands of years older than the rest of us,” Greed snapped.
Swallowing back my surprise at Wrath’s age I wondered if I had been given the very same book . . . If I was, why in the hell was I able to read it? Bad feeling number one—and I was certain I’d have many more before the day was done.