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Authors: Debora Geary, Nichole Chase, Nathan Lowell, Barbra Annino, T. L. Haddix, Camille Laguire, Heather Marie Adkins, Julie Christensen, A. J. Braithwaite, Asher MacDonald
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couldn’t resist killing something cute. This might be her last chance to catch him unaware.
The walls between the support columns of Satan’s chamber were paper thin, and openings appeared everywhere. If she could just get into the clearing in front of her, Cassandra had a feeling that Suen would be able to see her.
She poked herself in the eye to bring on some tears and then timidly hopped into the clearing. She sniffed around the grotto nervously, trying to look as vulnerable as possible, but no demons approached her.
Through the walls of the devil’s chamber, she could see shadows projected in the room. One of them was sitting in a chair behind a desk. He must have been the man downstairs. The other one waving his arms around exaggeratedly and pacing about must be Suen.
She let out a whimper and limped like her back paw was crippled.
Jackpot! His shadow darted toward the door.
“Wait, Suen,” Satan called from inside the office. “You can kill her later. Finish your briefing.”
“You’re not going to believe this…,” Suen said. “That’s the cutest, saddest thing I’ve ever seen. She must have injured herself falling from the Meadow.”
“Let someone else deal with her.”
“You know I can’t do that…”
She rolled onto her side and panted dramatically.
“One second,” Suen promised.
“Soldier demons…,” Satan said as he shook his head from the doorway, watching Suen approach her.
“There, there, little girl,” her mark said. He licked his lips. “Everything’s going to be okay…”
He drew a knife from his rawhide belt and approached ever closer. Twenty feet. Ten. Five.
As he reached down with his free hand to grab her by the scruff of her neck, she sprang her trap. Extending her three-inch fangs and snarling like a mighty lion, she knocked the blade aside and hurled herself at his exposed throat. Ripping and gnawing, tearing and biting, she mutilated his neck down to a bulging artery. With her incisors, she pulled the pulsing duct out of his skin and eviscerated it cleanly before pushing him slowly to the floor.
As the demon bled out on her freshly mussed coat, she held him down with a paw and read his judgment.
“Pursuant to judicial decree 385769, you are hereby terminated for crimes against the Meadow. The four kits died, by the way, you fucking bastard.”
“We know,” Satan said, chuckling as he leaned back against the doorframe. “They’re down the hall if you’d like to join them.”
“I have a contract to fulfill,” Cassandra said, “but don’t you worry, Lucy. Send another one of your fiends to the Meadow, and I’ll be back.”
“Some things are worth the risk,” he replied. “I look forward to your next visit.”
“Sure you do… and pink snowbunnies daydream about alpine skiing in hell…”
His red body and horns reflected back the fiery contents of the room, but his eyes were cold as ice.
She sank her teeth back into Suen’s neck and pulled him toward the burrow she had dug in a nearby wall. He struggled weakly as she used her back legs to stomp him through the opening and into the larger cave system. Up and up she pulled him, capable claws digging into the loose dirt and broken rock.
Digging twenty miles through partially molten limestone was never her idea of fun, but she would have punched her own grandmother in the face for a shot at this kind of money. And Cassandra loved her gram-gram. Killing such a worthless piece of crap right in front of the King of Hell, though? If she would have known that came with the contract, she would have done the job for free.
Rex Jameson releases his debut novel Lucifer’s Odyssey on September 1st, 2011. You can learn more about Rex and his upcoming books and short stories at http://therexfiles.blogspot.com .
A Gift for a Very Special Girl
By Debora Geary
Aervyn popped another fry into his mouth. “How ‘bout a fire truck as big as a bed, so she could sleep in it?”
A nephew after his
The walls between the support columns of Satan’s chamber were paper thin, and openings appeared everywhere. If she could just get into the clearing in front of her, Cassandra had a feeling that Suen would be able to see her.
She poked herself in the eye to bring on some tears and then timidly hopped into the clearing. She sniffed around the grotto nervously, trying to look as vulnerable as possible, but no demons approached her.
Through the walls of the devil’s chamber, she could see shadows projected in the room. One of them was sitting in a chair behind a desk. He must have been the man downstairs. The other one waving his arms around exaggeratedly and pacing about must be Suen.
She let out a whimper and limped like her back paw was crippled.
Jackpot! His shadow darted toward the door.
“Wait, Suen,” Satan called from inside the office. “You can kill her later. Finish your briefing.”
“You’re not going to believe this…,” Suen said. “That’s the cutest, saddest thing I’ve ever seen. She must have injured herself falling from the Meadow.”
“Let someone else deal with her.”
“You know I can’t do that…”
She rolled onto her side and panted dramatically.
“One second,” Suen promised.
“Soldier demons…,” Satan said as he shook his head from the doorway, watching Suen approach her.
“There, there, little girl,” her mark said. He licked his lips. “Everything’s going to be okay…”
He drew a knife from his rawhide belt and approached ever closer. Twenty feet. Ten. Five.
As he reached down with his free hand to grab her by the scruff of her neck, she sprang her trap. Extending her three-inch fangs and snarling like a mighty lion, she knocked the blade aside and hurled herself at his exposed throat. Ripping and gnawing, tearing and biting, she mutilated his neck down to a bulging artery. With her incisors, she pulled the pulsing duct out of his skin and eviscerated it cleanly before pushing him slowly to the floor.
As the demon bled out on her freshly mussed coat, she held him down with a paw and read his judgment.
“Pursuant to judicial decree 385769, you are hereby terminated for crimes against the Meadow. The four kits died, by the way, you fucking bastard.”
“We know,” Satan said, chuckling as he leaned back against the doorframe. “They’re down the hall if you’d like to join them.”
“I have a contract to fulfill,” Cassandra said, “but don’t you worry, Lucy. Send another one of your fiends to the Meadow, and I’ll be back.”
“Some things are worth the risk,” he replied. “I look forward to your next visit.”
“Sure you do… and pink snowbunnies daydream about alpine skiing in hell…”
His red body and horns reflected back the fiery contents of the room, but his eyes were cold as ice.
She sank her teeth back into Suen’s neck and pulled him toward the burrow she had dug in a nearby wall. He struggled weakly as she used her back legs to stomp him through the opening and into the larger cave system. Up and up she pulled him, capable claws digging into the loose dirt and broken rock.
Digging twenty miles through partially molten limestone was never her idea of fun, but she would have punched her own grandmother in the face for a shot at this kind of money. And Cassandra loved her gram-gram. Killing such a worthless piece of crap right in front of the King of Hell, though? If she would have known that came with the contract, she would have done the job for free.
Rex Jameson releases his debut novel Lucifer’s Odyssey on September 1st, 2011. You can learn more about Rex and his upcoming books and short stories at http://therexfiles.blogspot.com .
A Gift for a Very Special Girl
By Debora Geary
Aervyn popped another fry into his mouth. “How ‘bout a fire truck as big as a bed, so she could sleep in it?”
A nephew after his
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