Damnit, I’d learned nothing I didn’t already know yet . . . Ethan was hot, Lust was a lying sack of shit, Amanda was stupid and everyone was afraid of Mother Nature. It was difficult, but I stayed cloaked.
“Where is Astrid, Lust?” Satan demanded. “This grows tiresome and I have no intention of losing another home because my mother gets called in.”
“The Basement,” she said with glee.
“Son of a bitch,” Satan roared and the walls trembled violently. Lust used the split second of chaos to get away from Ethan and began to chant a spell in the room that was going to be a doozy.
My turn.
Deciding that a grand entrance was in order, I created a tornado—a small but vicious little bastard. My Baby Demons bounced with glee in my pockets. The goal of the mini cyclone was to knock the smug out of Lust. Icy white and black crystals formed in the air and the wind started at a violent speed. Satan clapped his hands with delight and stood up. He put his hands up the way a child would on a roller coaster. He was fucking nuts. The rest of the Demons flew all over the room. The only immortals that stayed planted on the ground besides Satan were Ethan, Wrath and Dixie. I hadn’t realized my sweet cousin had returned. I had no time to contemplate the makeup of the group left standing. I had more important things to do.
The screams and grunts were music to my ears, especially those of Lust. I flipped her and slammed her body against each of the walls. Her body flew like a rag doll around the room and I made sure her head connected with the massive silver chandelier as many times as possible. I knew she’d live . . . my purpose was not to kill, just to teach a little lesson. Most of the Demons had fallen to the floor and taken cover. This made me happy. I had no grudge with them. Lust shrieked and tried to use her magic to steady herself, but she was no match for a pissed off pregnant chick.
“Alright, Astrid,” Satan yelled over the howling wind. “That’s enough.”
Wait. What? How did he know that was me? I was still invisible . . .
“Show yourself,” he demanded.
I let the wind die down and revealed myself. The gasps of the windblown crowd made me think I’d lost my dress in the melee. Nope, still clothed. I held my ground and waited for my uncle to unleash his displeasure on me . . . or worse.
“I didn’t try to kill her,” I said calmly and felt Ethan at my side. His relief was palpable. “She attacked me and pushed me to the Basement.”
“I did not, you bitch,” she hissed as she tried to crawl to her feet. “You took what was mine and I punished you, which was my right.”
“Can it, Lust,” Lucifer snapped, examining me with wonder. “You are simply delectable.”
“Back off,” Ethan growled.
Satan stopped, clearly alarmed and impressed with Ethan’s total lack of respect for him. “Not in that way,” he assured my mate. “I may have no morals, but family is off limits.”
“Good to know,” I quipped. “Now about Psycho over there . . . ”
“Yes, she’ll be taken care of,” he promised and tiredly ran his hand through his hair. “I shall see to her punishment myself.”
That shut the entire room up, including Lust. Her bravado had disappeared and was replaced by naked fear. Wanting no information on what he might have planned, I nodded and accepted his offer.
“I want to go home,” I said.
Satan considered me thoughtfully for a moment. He glanced around the room at the damage I’d done and winced. “At this very moment I’m tempted to send the both of you home, but I have a proposition. It shall wait till the morning. I’m quite worn out from all the excitement and I’m not used to losing at poker. I shall retire and see you in the morning.” On that note he disappeared taking everyone in the room with him except for Ethan, myself, Dixie and Wrath.
“Holy shit, that was one hell of a trick,” I muttered looking around for everyone.
“He does like to dazzle,” Wrath said. “That was an impressive display. Congratulations and nice hair.” With a slight movement of her delicate hands, she disappeared in glitter and smoke leaving the man I loved and the only Demon I trusted in Hell.
“What’s wrong with my hair?” I asked.
Dixie looked uncomfortable and Ethan bit down on his lip. Was I bald? I grabbed my head and felt hair. Thank you sweet Cousin Jesus in a tube top, it was still there.
“It’s blood red,” Dixie whispered reverently. “It’s beautiful.”
“What?” I shouted, grabbing a fistful and bringing the long wild locks eye level. Motherfucker, it was red—fiery blood red. I was not in the mood for this. I would have never conjured up anything in the pink or red family to wear if I’d known my freakin’ hair was crayon red. I must look ridiculous. Forget the fact that I’d just created an indoor storm and bounced Demons around the room like they were balls, I had horrific hair. The streaks were one thing, but my whole head . . . “Oh my God, this is awful. Are there salons in Hell?”#p#分页标题#e#