with the ball so far. I killed the first two a year ago when I was still a man, and had no idea what the ball actually was."
"What is it?"
"It's a sort of Limbo where you can trap souls, but only if you've used the ball to kill them."
"Is it evil?"
"Sure sounds evil to me. What do you think?"
"Yeah, but it took out that angel and that guy was probably only here to rape me, so I guess despite the fact that it's evil, it's still good to have on our side."
Jack said, "Like me."
"I'm not convinced you're evil."
"Then you're misguided."
"You're trying to kill Lucifer, right? I think that makes you one of the good guys."
"Nope. Sorry. I actually sympathize with what Lucifer is trying to do. Under different circumstances I'd be helping him. I'm only here to get revenge for what he did to me."
"How many pancakes?"
"Eight."
"Holy shit!"
"I get hungry and it's been a long time since I had pancakes."
"What did they feed you down there?"
"I don't remember much about being inside. I have hazy memories and vaguely formed recollections, but nothing I can put my finger on."
"Butter?"
"Of course."
"So how are you going to do it?"
"What?"
"Kill Lucifer?"
Jack shrugged and filled his oversized mouth with pancakes. They were about the most delicious thing he thought he'd ever had. He let out a moan, realized how inappropriate it was, and got himself under control.
Finally he said, "Lucifer tricked me and now he's got the only people I've ever loved. I might not be able to kill him but I'll find a way to hurt him. He won't be forgetting me in a hurry afterwards."
"If you're here to save your family, that's an altruistic act. Maybe it'll prove to God that you don't belong in hell."
"I'm honestly not worried about what God thinks of me. Fuck that guy."
Shelly cringed at the blatant sacrilege. Jack was a man with convictions and those were often the most frightful men to contend with. She was glad he was on her side, or at the very least, not against her.
Jack said, "We've got a lot of work to do today so I hope you're well rested."
"I would be but some punk ass demon woke me up while he was killing an angel last night."
Jack smiled for the first time. This girl was a spitfire. He was glad to have her onboard the team. He only hoped Lucifer would react to her presence the way the other angels had. She was his ace in the hole.
Shelly watched through the kitchen window. She saw the pig and the hyena pass each other as they made the rounds.
She saw the shed off in the distance. The goatraffe was in there. Jack had told her to stay away from the shed because the creature was a jerk. How could it be any worse than the werewolf or the giant spider?
Then she saw three freshly covered plots in the back yard and could only guess that's where the dead angels were buried.
She wondered if she'd go to hell by association for those three unmarked graves.
The cat rubbed its body against her legs and all worries left her. She knew instinctively that the cat was causing this euphoric bliss, but she welcomed it regardless. Her nerves were frayed and the cat was helping stitch them back together.
"What's the cats name?"
"I don't fucking know."
"Can we call it Prozac?"
"Call it whatever you want. I'm still trying to figure out what benefits it brings to the table. It seems worthless so far."
"Well, it makes me feel better, if that's any consolation."
"It's not."
"Ok then. It's agreed. Prozac is mine from now on. You're not to put it in harms way."
Jack glared at her at first but his gaze softened. "Sure. The cat's yours. Have fun with it."
Shelly picked the cat up and draped it around the back of her neck like a scarf. The cat quickly fell asleep as though that was its purpose. Now she regretted her fi rst instinct last night to kick it. The cat was pretty awesome.
Surprise!
Lucifer was on the stage inside his church speaking to two of his high ranking followers when it happened. A highly trained team of military
"What is it?"
"It's a sort of Limbo where you can trap souls, but only if you've used the ball to kill them."
"Is it evil?"
"Sure sounds evil to me. What do you think?"
"Yeah, but it took out that angel and that guy was probably only here to rape me, so I guess despite the fact that it's evil, it's still good to have on our side."
Jack said, "Like me."
"I'm not convinced you're evil."
"Then you're misguided."
"You're trying to kill Lucifer, right? I think that makes you one of the good guys."
"Nope. Sorry. I actually sympathize with what Lucifer is trying to do. Under different circumstances I'd be helping him. I'm only here to get revenge for what he did to me."
"How many pancakes?"
"Eight."
"Holy shit!"
"I get hungry and it's been a long time since I had pancakes."
"What did they feed you down there?"
"I don't remember much about being inside. I have hazy memories and vaguely formed recollections, but nothing I can put my finger on."
"Butter?"
"Of course."
"So how are you going to do it?"
"What?"
"Kill Lucifer?"
Jack shrugged and filled his oversized mouth with pancakes. They were about the most delicious thing he thought he'd ever had. He let out a moan, realized how inappropriate it was, and got himself under control.
Finally he said, "Lucifer tricked me and now he's got the only people I've ever loved. I might not be able to kill him but I'll find a way to hurt him. He won't be forgetting me in a hurry afterwards."
"If you're here to save your family, that's an altruistic act. Maybe it'll prove to God that you don't belong in hell."
"I'm honestly not worried about what God thinks of me. Fuck that guy."
Shelly cringed at the blatant sacrilege. Jack was a man with convictions and those were often the most frightful men to contend with. She was glad he was on her side, or at the very least, not against her.
Jack said, "We've got a lot of work to do today so I hope you're well rested."
"I would be but some punk ass demon woke me up while he was killing an angel last night."
Jack smiled for the first time. This girl was a spitfire. He was glad to have her onboard the team. He only hoped Lucifer would react to her presence the way the other angels had. She was his ace in the hole.
Shelly watched through the kitchen window. She saw the pig and the hyena pass each other as they made the rounds.
She saw the shed off in the distance. The goatraffe was in there. Jack had told her to stay away from the shed because the creature was a jerk. How could it be any worse than the werewolf or the giant spider?
Then she saw three freshly covered plots in the back yard and could only guess that's where the dead angels were buried.
She wondered if she'd go to hell by association for those three unmarked graves.
The cat rubbed its body against her legs and all worries left her. She knew instinctively that the cat was causing this euphoric bliss, but she welcomed it regardless. Her nerves were frayed and the cat was helping stitch them back together.
"What's the cats name?"
"I don't fucking know."
"Can we call it Prozac?"
"Call it whatever you want. I'm still trying to figure out what benefits it brings to the table. It seems worthless so far."
"Well, it makes me feel better, if that's any consolation."
"It's not."
"Ok then. It's agreed. Prozac is mine from now on. You're not to put it in harms way."
Jack glared at her at first but his gaze softened. "Sure. The cat's yours. Have fun with it."
Shelly picked the cat up and draped it around the back of her neck like a scarf. The cat quickly fell asleep as though that was its purpose. Now she regretted her fi rst instinct last night to kick it. The cat was pretty awesome.
Surprise!
Lucifer was on the stage inside his church speaking to two of his high ranking followers when it happened. A highly trained team of military
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