fucking kidding me? How did he get out? It's not possible. I need to go see the boss. Kill me or let me go. But hurry up about it."
Jack laughed again. "I can't let you go now, dip-shit. You'd go to God and I need him out of the picture until I can get my hands on Lucifer. The last thing I want is for God to have all the fun."
"Lucifer will eat you alive you low level demon scum."
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I don't care. I just want to put a beating on him. I suppose I don't really care if I lose in the end."
"Oh, you'll lose."
Jack lost his patience. "Alright buddy. You don't have any info. Time to get in the ball."
The angel squirmed around like his life depended on it.
Jack simply touched the ball against the angels forehead and he slumped over, dead.
A second later his body lit up like a flare.
Jack turned to Dick-eyes and said, "Did any of the other three survive?"
Dick-eyes said nothing but in that silence Jack found his answer: The other angels had died from their wounds. That was too bad. He'd have liked to ask them some questions with his fists.
Shelly watched in abject horror as it all went down.
She was secretly thankful that Jack and his minions were there for her. That angel was a big dude. He might have actually succeeded in raping her. And if he was with three others, they would have had her pretty easily. Jack, the devil man, was her knight in bloody, gross looking armor.
She had daydreamed of loftier things for herself when she was a little girl , like a prince charming or a rugged lumberjack with a heart of gold, but hey, you get what you get, and that ain't much.
Jack saw her in the doorway for the first time. He held up the red ball for her to see and he said, "This thing is active now so that means that you are not to touch it under any circumstances, you got it? It will kill you on contact."
Shelly nodded. She sure as shit wasn't going anywhere near the thing. Especially now that she knew it captured the souls of the deceased. She hadn't ever believe in the human soul, but there were lots of things she had been forced to change her mind about lately. If her soul was a real tangible thing, she was pretty sure it wouldn't enjoy a stay in hell.
The black cat rubbed against her legs and she had the sudden urge to punt it through a window. She wasn't a cat hater, or cruel to animals in any way, but she felt creeped out by its touch. She stared at the thing and watched it circle her legs, purring.
A serene calmness enveloped her and she suddenly felt very tired. The questions she had could wait until morning. She had some sleep to catch up on.
Sympathy For the Devil
Shelly awoke to the smell of pancakes. The black cat had taken up residence at her feet. It was fast asleep when she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Only then did she remember the terrible things that had happened last night. But the kitchen looked clean so maybe she'd only dreamt it up? She'd always had an overactive imagination.
Jack looked at her over his shoulder and said, "Take a seat. I tried not to burn any of this, but I'm a demon, so you'll have to forgive me."
Shelly smiled and took a chair. Somehow she was starting to get used to all of this.
Jack had a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and a spatula in his hand, as the room slowly filled with smoke.
Shelly stood up and said impatiently, "Who the hell burns pancakes?"
She snatched the spatula from him and said, "Sit down. I'll do it."
Jack's chest swelled and she heard him snort in indignation but he got his anger under control because he followed her orders and took a seat. The chair creaked and groaned beneath his bulk.
Shelly asked, "So how many angels souls are inside that murder ball?"
Jack said, "I'm sorry you had to hear that part. I didn't want you to know how awful the ball really is. I just wanted you to know that it's dangerous."
"I overheard you threatening that angel last night."
"I see. I have personally killed three angels
Jack laughed again. "I can't let you go now, dip-shit. You'd go to God and I need him out of the picture until I can get my hands on Lucifer. The last thing I want is for God to have all the fun."
"Lucifer will eat you alive you low level demon scum."
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't. I don't care. I just want to put a beating on him. I suppose I don't really care if I lose in the end."
"Oh, you'll lose."
Jack lost his patience. "Alright buddy. You don't have any info. Time to get in the ball."
The angel squirmed around like his life depended on it.
Jack simply touched the ball against the angels forehead and he slumped over, dead.
A second later his body lit up like a flare.
Jack turned to Dick-eyes and said, "Did any of the other three survive?"
Dick-eyes said nothing but in that silence Jack found his answer: The other angels had died from their wounds. That was too bad. He'd have liked to ask them some questions with his fists.
Shelly watched in abject horror as it all went down.
She was secretly thankful that Jack and his minions were there for her. That angel was a big dude. He might have actually succeeded in raping her. And if he was with three others, they would have had her pretty easily. Jack, the devil man, was her knight in bloody, gross looking armor.
She had daydreamed of loftier things for herself when she was a little girl , like a prince charming or a rugged lumberjack with a heart of gold, but hey, you get what you get, and that ain't much.
Jack saw her in the doorway for the first time. He held up the red ball for her to see and he said, "This thing is active now so that means that you are not to touch it under any circumstances, you got it? It will kill you on contact."
Shelly nodded. She sure as shit wasn't going anywhere near the thing. Especially now that she knew it captured the souls of the deceased. She hadn't ever believe in the human soul, but there were lots of things she had been forced to change her mind about lately. If her soul was a real tangible thing, she was pretty sure it wouldn't enjoy a stay in hell.
The black cat rubbed against her legs and she had the sudden urge to punt it through a window. She wasn't a cat hater, or cruel to animals in any way, but she felt creeped out by its touch. She stared at the thing and watched it circle her legs, purring.
A serene calmness enveloped her and she suddenly felt very tired. The questions she had could wait until morning. She had some sleep to catch up on.
Sympathy For the Devil
Shelly awoke to the smell of pancakes. The black cat had taken up residence at her feet. It was fast asleep when she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Only then did she remember the terrible things that had happened last night. But the kitchen looked clean so maybe she'd only dreamt it up? She'd always had an overactive imagination.
Jack looked at her over his shoulder and said, "Take a seat. I tried not to burn any of this, but I'm a demon, so you'll have to forgive me."
Shelly smiled and took a chair. Somehow she was starting to get used to all of this.
Jack had a kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and a spatula in his hand, as the room slowly filled with smoke.
Shelly stood up and said impatiently, "Who the hell burns pancakes?"
She snatched the spatula from him and said, "Sit down. I'll do it."
Jack's chest swelled and she heard him snort in indignation but he got his anger under control because he followed her orders and took a seat. The chair creaked and groaned beneath his bulk.
Shelly asked, "So how many angels souls are inside that murder ball?"
Jack said, "I'm sorry you had to hear that part. I didn't want you to know how awful the ball really is. I just wanted you to know that it's dangerous."
"I overheard you threatening that angel last night."
"I see. I have personally killed three angels
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