She shook her head, laughter bubbling from her perfect lips. “I think that’s what Chad is … an art terrorist,” she chortled, her breasts bouncing against my chest, distracting me from my humiliation. “I, on the other hand, plan to become an art therapist. A really bloody good one.”

Her fingers slid down between our bodies until she was gripping me, stroking me. My embarrassment vanished, and I groaned against the side of her face. “And I wouldn’t have that chance if it weren’t for you, SJ,” she crooned.

“I … I hardly think one little letter makes up for almost poisoning you with gluten, and bringing you to tears, letting you think your girls were going to catch some mystical Hell virus—ungh.”

“Well, like you said,” she murmured coyly, pumping me faster, her back arching until her breasts were right there, begging to be licked and nibbled on. “You’ve got the rest of your life to make up with me.”

“I …” I blinked, trying to stave off the rising heat in my bollocks. “I also … might have this … other thing I committed to, just earlier,” I grated. Since we were already having the serious chat, I needed to get my last confession off my chest.

“Oh?” she cooed, thumbing the damp head of my cock and making me shudder. “What’s that?”

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. I was not going to groan these words through my climax. I simply wasn’t. “I might have … liberated Heaven from the tyranny of God, and … sort of … given Hell to my sister on the promise that I am now in charge of where all eternal souls go when they die …”

Her hand stilled. Her eyes widened.

“Those were some very confusing words,” she mumbled. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching her warily.

“I … I found out who my mother is, yesterday,” I confessed. “And, as it turns out … God is my mother.”

Jemma gasped raggedly. “What?”

“Yes … well … she and Father had apparently conspired to conceive me because neither of them could trust the other to send souls where they deserved to go. So apparently, that’s my job now. And …” I glanced away. “I don’t know how much of my time it will take up. So much is in the air right now. I don’t even know if Heaven has sorted themselves out without their deity, or if they expect me to live up there … which would be stupid, really, given I need to send souls to both … and it’s too early to know if the demons will accept Hellen as their queen, even after she gives them Father and … and God, to play with.”

“You … you sacrificed your parents to the demons of Hell?” Jemma’s words were barely a breath.