Hmm, this was actually getting fun.
“Oh,” I informed all of them. “I am definitely Lucifer’s daughter.” Without even thinking I raised my hands and froze them. Wow, that was cool. I wondered what else I could do. Blanche hadn’t taught me anything about Black Magic yet, so I figured trial and error would be my teacher today. I grinned evilly at my cute little frozen pseudo-family. The shock on their faces was priceless. I smirked and considered my options.
I slowly rotated my right wrist and my little frozen family began to spin—and spin and spin. The faster I moved my hand the faster they spun through the air. They were on an invisible vomit-inducing carnival ride from the Basement of Hell. Their shrieks were music to my ears and aching muscles. Not Lucifer’s daughter, my ass.#p#分页标题#e#
As Carl’s pallor turned green I backed up. Using my left hand I made little flicking motions, moving the trio closer together. Not touching, but close enough that they all could enjoy what was about to come out of Carl.
“Dixie,” Myrtle screamed. “You win. We lose.”
“Hades help us.” Janet moaned as she started to turn the same shade as Carl.
I did feel kind of bad, but not that bad. I grabbed my phone with my left hand as my right continued to rotate and I set the timer for five minutes. That should probably do it.
“STOOOOOPPPPP,” Myrtle shrieked as she clearly saw the impending bile storm headed her way. Carl and Janet whimpered in agony.
Now I felt that bad. So much for being a heartless Demon. . .
I lowered my hands and they all dropped to the ground with resounding thuds. I was too nice for this crap. I went to my dizzy group and tried to help them to their feet. Too little, too late. Payback was a bitch. . .and so was getting thrown up on.
Chapter 18
“I just blasted you with a volt of electricity and magic that should have killed you,” I coldly informed one of my favorite people in the world. “You cannot sneak up on me anymore. Grandma Gigi will fry my ass if I off you.”
“Yes, yes, she would.” Grandpa’s eyes sparkled with joy. Curls of smoke streamed from his singed clothing. “But you can't!”
“Can't what?”
“Can't kill me,” he continued gleefully as he patted out a small fire on his crotch. “On any other Demon or Angel that would have worked, but not on me. In fact,” he pondered seriously, “I believe there are only several beings in the entire universe that your power will not work on.”
“And they would be?” I asked as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and poured it over his head.
“Thank you,” he giggled.
"No prob. Answer my question."
"Your magic kills anything except a True Immortal."
I ransacked my brain for the list of True Immortals. Grandpa waited patiently. All I had wanted was a damn midnight snack. How did scrounging for Janet's Rice Krispie treats turn into a history lesson with a smoldering grandparent?
“A True Immortal can’t die—I already knew that. I just forgot.” I watched him stare lovingly at my snack and I sighed. “Do you want one?"
"Of course. I've been eating Mother Nature's cooking for weeks. I need something edible."
I cut him a huge wedge of Rice Krispie treat, slid into a chair at the kitchen table and attacked my own.
"Are you going to go back to my lesson?"
“I believe it was your turn. However, part of what you said was wrong.” He grinned and began separating the treat—Krispie by Krispie. “True Immortals can die—they just can’t be killed.”
I tamped back my desire to slap him and then hug him. “Like that makes any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense, my love. A True Immortal can only die if they choose to.”
"Oh my Hell, are you going to eat that or just play with it?"
"Both. A True Immortal can die of a broken heart."
“For real?"
“For real. You know if you press on the individual Krispies it's a little like popping bubble wrap.”
I dislodged a few Krispies to see if he was right. He was.
“Wait,” I said as I cut two more pieces to eat since we were obviously going to play with our first round. “You just get a broken heart and poof, you're dead?”
“Mother Nature's bosom, that's satisfying,” he shouted as he pounded his little fist into a large wad of Krispies. “Of course not—it’s a three part finale. One, your heart must be truly broken. Two, you must choose to die and three, the Sword of Death must be plunged into your heart.”
“They didn't exactly teach that in school."
“That’s not information we want getting out,” he replied. “In the wrong hands that could be a clusterfuck. And apparently the Sword has gone missing."