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demoralizing to my ego.”
At that, Nefertiti went silent for a moment. Her eyes lost focus as she stared at the spinning of the man high above, the length of silver fabric flashing and drawing the eye as he weaved and spun with it. Gaia startled when Neffie broke the silence. “How about appealing to his sinful side?”
“I thought I was with all the stuff I did.”
“Maybe we missed one. What are the main sins?”
Easy. “Murder. Theft. Lust. Avarice.”
Again, the sorceress got a thoughtful expression. “Getting Lucifer to kill didn’t work so well, and I doubt we could get him to steal. He lusts but won’t act on it, so that leaves avarice. A most powerful emotion when wielded right.”
Avarice, the close brother to jealousy.
Jealousy…
Could the solution be so simple? If there was something Lucifer hated, it was someone poaching on his territory. Didn’t matter what it was—power, owning more awesome toys, or someone screwing with his woman.
I am his wench.
But would jealousy still work? The old Lucifer hated anyone making eyes at Gaia. He went coo-coo like a clock on ’roids if anyone so much as stared too long. Would the new version give a damn?
Only one way to find out.
Grabbing a neon green drink from a proffered tray, Gaia tossed back the very tart apple liquid. Then three more in various colors—fireball, menthol, and toxic mite remedy—before attempting to get frisky with the stripper pole.
A few attempts to swing didn’t go well. She ended on the floor, staring up at swinging balls with an urge to sing the song “Big Balls” by AC/DC. Neffie served a potent brew, enough so that, when Gaia got to her feet and staggered, a quake flattened part of the Rockies.
Better keep a closer hold on my earth-shaking power.
Since dancing seemed out of the question, Gaia wrapped her fingers around the pole, leaned close, and stuck out her tongue before asking in a slurred voice for Neffie to, “Take a picture and post it.”
They ended up posting several. Videos too. The amount of views pinged rapidly, and yet no rampaging demon came to drag her out of the harem of iniquity.
No roar of rage sounded, vibrating the rings of Hell.
The tower wasn’t invaded by the legion.
Not a single damned thing happened. Sob.
Lucifer just didn’t care.
“Arghhhhh!” She uttered a primal scream because she cared and she was just drunk enough to do something about it. “I’ve had it! I am going to march back to his place and tell him what I think. No more Mrs. Nice Mother Earth.”
“That was you being nice?”
“Sarcasm is best when I’m not so pissed,” Gaia growled, pointing a finger at Neffie and her wavering double. She wished the sorceress would stop moving.
“I have to question your plan. Are you sure you should confront him right now? You’re a little unbalanced.”
“I might be a little drunk, that doesn’t mean my feelings have changed. I can’t marry Lucifer as he is.”
With that determination, Gaia slashed her finger through the air and nothing happened.
“Let me help you,” Nefertiti said. She snapped her fingers, and a rip appeared.
Gaia stepped into the portal and exited by Lucifer’s castle. But not the place it used to be.
Sounds of fighting and the even stronger stench of fire—real fire, not the brimstone of Hell—filled the air.
The rioting and chaos had reached the inner circle and neared Lucifer’s source of power. If something didn’t happen soon, Hell would turn into a place of complete anarchy. The demons and other dark creatures inhabiting this plane could spill over onto the mortal plane. It would mean decades of war. Millions of deaths. A destruction of the planet.
My planet.
So much relied on Lucifer returning to himself. Big stakes, and yet, while it might make her petty, she didn’t care about all that. The fate of Hell and Earth meant nothing to her without the man she loved.
And it was time she confronted him about it. Servants pointed Gaia in
At that, Nefertiti went silent for a moment. Her eyes lost focus as she stared at the spinning of the man high above, the length of silver fabric flashing and drawing the eye as he weaved and spun with it. Gaia startled when Neffie broke the silence. “How about appealing to his sinful side?”
“I thought I was with all the stuff I did.”
“Maybe we missed one. What are the main sins?”
Easy. “Murder. Theft. Lust. Avarice.”
Again, the sorceress got a thoughtful expression. “Getting Lucifer to kill didn’t work so well, and I doubt we could get him to steal. He lusts but won’t act on it, so that leaves avarice. A most powerful emotion when wielded right.”
Avarice, the close brother to jealousy.
Jealousy…
Could the solution be so simple? If there was something Lucifer hated, it was someone poaching on his territory. Didn’t matter what it was—power, owning more awesome toys, or someone screwing with his woman.
I am his wench.
But would jealousy still work? The old Lucifer hated anyone making eyes at Gaia. He went coo-coo like a clock on ’roids if anyone so much as stared too long. Would the new version give a damn?
Only one way to find out.
Grabbing a neon green drink from a proffered tray, Gaia tossed back the very tart apple liquid. Then three more in various colors—fireball, menthol, and toxic mite remedy—before attempting to get frisky with the stripper pole.
A few attempts to swing didn’t go well. She ended on the floor, staring up at swinging balls with an urge to sing the song “Big Balls” by AC/DC. Neffie served a potent brew, enough so that, when Gaia got to her feet and staggered, a quake flattened part of the Rockies.
Better keep a closer hold on my earth-shaking power.
Since dancing seemed out of the question, Gaia wrapped her fingers around the pole, leaned close, and stuck out her tongue before asking in a slurred voice for Neffie to, “Take a picture and post it.”
They ended up posting several. Videos too. The amount of views pinged rapidly, and yet no rampaging demon came to drag her out of the harem of iniquity.
No roar of rage sounded, vibrating the rings of Hell.
The tower wasn’t invaded by the legion.
Not a single damned thing happened. Sob.
Lucifer just didn’t care.
“Arghhhhh!” She uttered a primal scream because she cared and she was just drunk enough to do something about it. “I’ve had it! I am going to march back to his place and tell him what I think. No more Mrs. Nice Mother Earth.”
“That was you being nice?”
“Sarcasm is best when I’m not so pissed,” Gaia growled, pointing a finger at Neffie and her wavering double. She wished the sorceress would stop moving.
“I have to question your plan. Are you sure you should confront him right now? You’re a little unbalanced.”
“I might be a little drunk, that doesn’t mean my feelings have changed. I can’t marry Lucifer as he is.”
With that determination, Gaia slashed her finger through the air and nothing happened.
“Let me help you,” Nefertiti said. She snapped her fingers, and a rip appeared.
Gaia stepped into the portal and exited by Lucifer’s castle. But not the place it used to be.
Sounds of fighting and the even stronger stench of fire—real fire, not the brimstone of Hell—filled the air.
The rioting and chaos had reached the inner circle and neared Lucifer’s source of power. If something didn’t happen soon, Hell would turn into a place of complete anarchy. The demons and other dark creatures inhabiting this plane could spill over onto the mortal plane. It would mean decades of war. Millions of deaths. A destruction of the planet.
My planet.
So much relied on Lucifer returning to himself. Big stakes, and yet, while it might make her petty, she didn’t care about all that. The fate of Hell and Earth meant nothing to her without the man she loved.
And it was time she confronted him about it. Servants pointed Gaia in
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