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into a king-sized bed. Someone had been nice enough to put crisp, clean sheets on it for him. Probably Mali , he thought.
As Ash felt himself falling into slumber, the last thought he had was of Elizabeth. Then he dreamed. He dreamed of deep chocolate eyes that stared at him with adoration. He dreamed of that luscious mouth open on a moan of pleasure. He saw little snippets of panties flying across the room.
Ash was engulfed in the hottest dream he had ever had. He was making love to what he knew was the most beautiful woman on the planet, even though he couldn’t see her face. In his heart, he knew she was his. She was the most important thing in his life and he promised himself, right there in his dream, that he would take care of her every need.
And that is when it started…..that horrendous cat in the washer sound. Again. This time, it had a guitar accompaniment. Ash peeled his eyelids open to see Antonio sitting in a chair across the room. He had an acoustic guitar in his hands and was playing it. Pretty well, actually. The bad part? He was singing. “Dream a Little Dream” to be precise. “Why, man, why?” Ash grumbled and turned over, pulling the blankets over his head.
“No rest for the wicked,” Antonio chimed. “We’ve got work to do today.”
“I’m in charge, right?” Ash said from under the covers.
“Yep.”
“Then I declare that today is do nothing but stay in bed day,” he said, sinking further into the bed.
Antonio laughed aloud. “That sounds like a fine idea, but you have minions at your door waiting to seek your audience.”
Immediately Ash thought of the little creatures that scavenge the remains of any poor soul who gets their ass beat outside one of the realms. They feed on the dead. Why would they be at his door, and why the hell would he open it? “I don’t think I want to open that door,” Ash said, pulling the cover from his head. “Minions?”
“Not that kind,” Antonio said. “Your followers, the sanction leaders, ya know, folks who need to report in with you on a regular basis.”
Ash rolled his eyes. Now was as good a time as any to sink into his new role. “Ok, ok, I’m up. Give me a few and I will see them.”
“Right on. I’ll let Mali know to get them ordered and in line.” Antonio put his guitar down and left Ash to get out of bed.
Ash groaned as he stood up. He reached his hands over his head and felt his back stretch. His wings arched away from his back and Ash couldn’t help but grin. He was still in awe of those things. He hurried and showered. He discovered that his new appendages dried very quickly. He had been prepared to hold the blow dryer over them for about oh, six hours, but that wasn’t going to be necessary. The water seemed to just fall right off them.
When he couldn’t procrastinate any longer, Ash took a seat behind his desk. Antonio parked his ass in a chair in the corner and Mali was already standing by the door.
“Shall I let them in, Sir?” Mali asked.
Ash took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then he nodded. Mali opened the door and Rogue was the first enter.
“What’s up, my man?” he bellowed at Ash. He ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and Mali closed the door behind him. Rogue thrust his hand out to shake.
Ash cringed inwardly as the demon shook his hand. Man had a grip. “What can I do for you?” Ash asked as he sat back in his chair.
Rogue parked himself in the chair across from Ash. He leaned back and made himself comfortable. “Nothing much today,” he answered. “Everything’s going well. Slugs are being eaten right on schedule. Got a few new arrivals today.”
Ash nodded.
“That brings the count up to twelve million, six hundred thousand, and thirty eight souls in Sloth.” Rogue picked at
As Ash felt himself falling into slumber, the last thought he had was of Elizabeth. Then he dreamed. He dreamed of deep chocolate eyes that stared at him with adoration. He dreamed of that luscious mouth open on a moan of pleasure. He saw little snippets of panties flying across the room.
Ash was engulfed in the hottest dream he had ever had. He was making love to what he knew was the most beautiful woman on the planet, even though he couldn’t see her face. In his heart, he knew she was his. She was the most important thing in his life and he promised himself, right there in his dream, that he would take care of her every need.
And that is when it started…..that horrendous cat in the washer sound. Again. This time, it had a guitar accompaniment. Ash peeled his eyelids open to see Antonio sitting in a chair across the room. He had an acoustic guitar in his hands and was playing it. Pretty well, actually. The bad part? He was singing. “Dream a Little Dream” to be precise. “Why, man, why?” Ash grumbled and turned over, pulling the blankets over his head.
“No rest for the wicked,” Antonio chimed. “We’ve got work to do today.”
“I’m in charge, right?” Ash said from under the covers.
“Yep.”
“Then I declare that today is do nothing but stay in bed day,” he said, sinking further into the bed.
Antonio laughed aloud. “That sounds like a fine idea, but you have minions at your door waiting to seek your audience.”
Immediately Ash thought of the little creatures that scavenge the remains of any poor soul who gets their ass beat outside one of the realms. They feed on the dead. Why would they be at his door, and why the hell would he open it? “I don’t think I want to open that door,” Ash said, pulling the cover from his head. “Minions?”
“Not that kind,” Antonio said. “Your followers, the sanction leaders, ya know, folks who need to report in with you on a regular basis.”
Ash rolled his eyes. Now was as good a time as any to sink into his new role. “Ok, ok, I’m up. Give me a few and I will see them.”
“Right on. I’ll let Mali know to get them ordered and in line.” Antonio put his guitar down and left Ash to get out of bed.
Ash groaned as he stood up. He reached his hands over his head and felt his back stretch. His wings arched away from his back and Ash couldn’t help but grin. He was still in awe of those things. He hurried and showered. He discovered that his new appendages dried very quickly. He had been prepared to hold the blow dryer over them for about oh, six hours, but that wasn’t going to be necessary. The water seemed to just fall right off them.
When he couldn’t procrastinate any longer, Ash took a seat behind his desk. Antonio parked his ass in a chair in the corner and Mali was already standing by the door.
“Shall I let them in, Sir?” Mali asked.
Ash took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then he nodded. Mali opened the door and Rogue was the first enter.
“What’s up, my man?” he bellowed at Ash. He ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and Mali closed the door behind him. Rogue thrust his hand out to shake.
Ash cringed inwardly as the demon shook his hand. Man had a grip. “What can I do for you?” Ash asked as he sat back in his chair.
Rogue parked himself in the chair across from Ash. He leaned back and made himself comfortable. “Nothing much today,” he answered. “Everything’s going well. Slugs are being eaten right on schedule. Got a few new arrivals today.”
Ash nodded.
“That brings the count up to twelve million, six hundred thousand, and thirty eight souls in Sloth.” Rogue picked at
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