Hell On Heels(24)

“You were deported eight hundred years ago,” I said, reeling from the thought of my life changing so drastically. I glanced up and noticed the ballroom had a new mirrored ceiling. Oh my Hell, I held back a gag. My father's taste was truly appalling.
“You’re twenty-one.” Sloth stated the obvious. “And for whatever reason, Daddy thinks you’re going to come into an assload of power very soon.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if I was at home when the assload arrived?”
“Nope,” Gluttony, my second favorite sister, said as she smiled and ran her beautifully manicured hand down my cheek. “There are things happening that need to be dealt with and Daddy thinks you’re the gal to do it.”
“I haven’t had any training and I pretty much suck at being a Demon.”
“Oh baby,” Sloth cooed as she pulled me close. “You’re a beautiful Demon. None of us were trained before we were deported. Lucifer believes in on the job training. You can’t conquer the world without failing miserably first, sweetie.”
My stomach roiled at the thought of my impending assignment. “What if all I do is fail?” I whispered.
“You won’t, my darling,” Gluttony said as Pride and Envy nodded in agreement.
"Do you realize your sexy pet name is Donkey Booty?" Envy asked me as she played with her phone.
My sisters were obsessed with the name games on Facebook. The dirtier the better.
"I'm Smelly Booty," Gluttony moaned. "I don't like that one."
"Because it's accurate?" Envy asked with an evil smirk.
"I will kick your ass after the party," Gluttony shot back sulkily.
I did not want to be there for that. My sisters could take down cities when they fought.
"Mine's Honey Booty," Pride said gleefully. "I'll take that and keep it."
"I win. I'm Fire Booty. Trumps all you beeotches." Sloth laughed and then went silent.
Daddy had arrived.
The room quieted as Satan entered. His power was stunning and his beauty was absurd. Demons were a glamorous race, but my father put all to shame. His black Hugo Boss suit fit to perfection and he wore his black silk shirt open at the neck. He had an aura that was unexplainable. It instilled rabid loyalty, adoration and fear. He was beloved by his people and despised by his enemies, and he was good with that. . .very good.
“Good evening, my Demons,” Satan laughed, showing even white teeth and dimples that brought women to their knees. My sister Sloth made a gagging sound as all the women in the room swooned over our father. I grinned and grabbed her hand.
“Do you know anything about me being. . .” I began.
“Shhh,” Sloth admonished. We had to have exemplary behavior, and speaking while our father held court would not fly.#p#分页标题#e#
“Sloth” I whispered, panicked. “I've lived in Hell my whole life. I'm not ready to leave."
“Yes, you are,” she whispered back. “Now, hush!”
I did, but it wasn't easy.
“Welcome, my people,” my father’s voice boomed through the Grand Ballroom. His second in command, Cole, stood on his right and his consort Amanda stood on his left. It was surprising he let her stand so close in public, but she was crafty at weaseling her way into the forefront of everything.
“Tonight is a night for celebration.” He grinned. “My consort becomes more swollen with my son every day and my youngest daughter will soon go to Earth and do me proud."
Amanda smiled at the crowd and rubbed her belly. She was disgusting and in her glory. The crowd eyed her with distrust. The applause continued, but there was much speculative whispering. Amanda ignored it and mooned at my father. He gave her a short nod and turned away, much to her embarrassment. The crowd’s chatter increased with the slight.
"Was this bad with my mother?" I asked.
"We never met her," Envy replied. "You didn't come to us until you were three."
Right. Another mystery in my life that no one wanted to explain. I had no recollection of my first three years of life, hence no real clue where I truly came from.
Gluttony tensed beside me and her magic swirled. My sister had a gift for telepathy. She was the only female Demon I knew who could send her thoughts, and she could target who she wanted to communicate with. Right now it was me, Sloth, Envy, and Pride. “Did Amanda not get the memo that once you bear Satan’s child, he kicks your ass to the curb?”
I put the mystery of my first three years on the back burner and I laughed. Clearly big fake-lipped and silicone-boobed Amanda didn’t think that would apply to her since she was supposedly carrying a boy. Maybe she was right.