Page 46 of Blaze of Our Lives

My brow wrinkled in confusion. “But you’re not physically inside me. I mean, your body isn’t inside mine. It’s your essence.”

She sighed dramatically, then spoke to me in a tone as if I was a five-year-old. “Yes, imbecile. That’s true, but I have a body somewhere. We just have to access it. It might be a long shot, but I believe if you cast a spell asking to use my appendages in case of an emergency it could benefit us. I’ll also grant you use of my magic for the duration of the obstacle course.”

“I have my own magic,” I reminded her.

“Yes… but can you fly?” she asked slyly.

“Can you?” I shot right back.

I could feel her preening. It was an odd sensation. “As a matter of fact, I can. So, while your balls might not fit into your pants, mine don’t fit into the entire state of California.”

The Demon was not right in the head, but neither was I. There had been no rules about using magic. For some of the obstacles, magic wouldn’t be helpful. But for others… “Do you truly believe that I can borrow your appendages if I need them and your ability to fly? For real?”

“We won’t know unless we try,” she pointed out logically. “Are you any good at spells?”

I winced. My spell-casting left a lot to be desired—some might label it as embarrassing or even mortifying, but I’d had excellent results. “Yes.”

“I’d suggest we get to it. We have about ten minutes before the shitshow begins.”

“Question. Are you doing this for me or for you?”

“Does it matter?” she countered.

“No,” I admitted. “It doesn’t.”

“Then let’s try it.” Her voice was devoid of any hint as to the way she felt.

That was fine. It didn’t matter if she was doing it for altruistic reasons or selfish reasons. The fact that she was willing to do it would have to be enough.

I returned to the hidden spot the Demons and I had used to hatch our plan. My mind went to the guys. I hoped with all my heart that they were fine. I couldn’t think about it right now. I needed to figure out a spell that wouldn’t send Pandora into a fit where she’d end up laughing herself to death. It was bad enough being stuck with a live Pandora in my head. It would be worse to have a dead Pandora in there.

“You ready?” I asked nervously.

“Are you?” she asked.

Nope, but that won’t stop me.”

“Spoken like a true Goddess,” she said.

I inhaled deeply and blew it out slowly. The party was about to go off the rails.

“To whom it may concern, this wish is for the Demon Goddess Pandora and myself—the Demon Bitch Goddess Cecily.” I felt all kinds of ridiculous. Pandora was nice enough not to laugh. Or, she was in a total state of shock and was speechless. Didn’t matter. I was an actress first and a Demon second. My way was unconventional and a little theatrical, but it got the job done.

First part over. Second part on its way.

“Death is near, and we refuse to take it in the rear. We ask for your help, so I don’t have to die and … umm… yelp. We must combine our power, or the plan will go sour.” My rhyming was not good, but I it didn’t slow me down. Neither did Pandora’s gasp of horror followed by riotous laughter. I ignored her. She was a bitch. She’d always been a bitch. It was in her DNA. “The smoker is a joker who does evil deeds. We need to outwit her so she doesn’t succeed. For us to win, help us reach within. A leg for a leg and an arm for an arm. If this wish is granted, we won’t have to buy the farm.”

“What in the actual hell is happening?” Pandora cried out in between peals of laughter.

“Shut your trap, Shitty Whore,” I hissed. “I’m not done. Have some damned respect.”

I took another deep breath, pinched my weenus and continued. “In the blink of an eye, please let my friend guide me to fly. It’s unacceptable that we’re wrecked, this spell must help to protect. With my friend, we will defend, and the batshit crazy game shall end. Thank you, and have a good day.”

When I was done, the silence was deafening. I realized I’d called Pandora “friend” in the spell. Not once, but twice. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I starting to consider the Shitty Whore a friend? Inconceivable.

There was no way she’d let me get away with it. I closed my eyes and waited for her to let me have it. She did not disappoint.

“I have never in my life—and I’ve lived a very long time—ever heard anything like that,” she choked out.

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