“Ready to sign?” She asked, picking up the pen and holding it out expectantly.

I sucked in one deep breath. Two. Three.

“I will not become your pawn.” I spoke calmly. Rationally. With finality.

Her eyes widened, too earnest to be anything but deceitful.

“You misunderstand, son. If you just⁠—”

Without another word, I scooped up a gawping Beezle and Bub and turned to the wall of windows. I raised one foot, and as She shrieked, I slammed my heel into the glass. It shattered, pain searing up my leg as the glass rippled and exploded all the way along the wall.

Air rushed in with a howl, and I bent into it, pushing myself to the very edge. I’d had more than enough practice at battling winds that wanted to attack me. And those clouds down there … they looked almost like pillows …

“Do it, Boss!” Bub urged.

Behind me, God screamed, “Mike, send reinforcements! He’s⁠—”

I didn’t hear the rest.

I’d already jumped.

46. Eldest Spawn of Satan

Chapter 46

Eldest Spawn of Satan

Jemma

The demon smirking at me from the corner of my living room had maroon hair, cut very short—shorter even than SJ’s blond flop—and eyes that promised violence, and that they would enjoy every second of it. A scream burbled up from my chest, but I swallowed it back down. I was not going to let this particular devil terrify me.

Oh, but she terrified me.

“Let me guess … Hellen?” I cocked an impertinent hip, but the wobble in my voice gave me away. Her smirk widened into a vicious grimace.

“I see my reputation precedes me. Although perhaps my brother has been telling tales. All lies, I assure you. Or … maybe he was entirely too honest. One of his many failings.”

Her gaze raked me from head to toe. “You need no introduction, either, Jemma Bliss. SJ has been rather overprotective of you. Odd, I must admit, given he was supposed to be securing your eternal soul for our demons instead of forming some strange, obsessive attachment to you.”

I chanced a horrified glance at Joe, but he was still gaping at the appearance of a literal devil in the middle of my living room.

Hellen, seeing my glance, turned her attention to Joe, giving him the same once over she’d just given me. Her eyes glowed, her teeth bared in a covetous grin. “Oooh, you’re a handsome sack of meat, aren’t you? I’ll enjoy breaking you, possibly even more than I will my brother’s little human plaything. Perhaps I’ll even keep you after. Strung naked to the wall of my chamber, like a very pretty piece of living art.”

Joe’s cheeks flushed crimson. “What is she talking about, Jemma?” he asked warily, his eyes not leaving the Devil in the room. “This is … is this SJ’s sister?”