Page 14 of My Saintly Demon

Gently, I take the tiny book from his mammoth hand and flip through the pages.

“I’m sorry, but is this a handbook on how to be a demon? You have an etiquette to follow on how to be evil?”

“Sort of? I mean there are rules, right? But they’re more like,don’t do this unless you want to never return to the underworld because you’re dumb, rules.”

“So, what do you need my help with, Dave?”

“Uh, well, you’re kind of not that holy anymore, right? I don’t know much about you yet, but you’re a priest who broke his vows. And it seems like you’ve done a lot more stuff that isn’t very priest-like. So… maybe you could teach me how to be like that?”

I don’t know what hurts me more. The fact a demon just asked me to teach him how to be bad or the fact I want to. Or something entirely different that I don’t want to give any headspace to because I know it won’t be pretty when I do.

“So, is there stuff you can’t do? Ultimate rule you can’t break or anything I should know?”

“Mostly church stuff. Like don’t get blessed or touch the holy water. Just the usual stuff they tell you in movies.” He smiles at me and it’s charming. Beautiful even. I bet his smile helps to get whatever he wants.

“Okay, well, does me sayingoh godwhen we have sex count as a blessing or is that okay?”

His eyebrows shoot up as I chuckle to myself. That one was too easy.

“Right. I don’t think so, no. Unless you plan to make the sign of the cross while you do it, I think I’m okay.”

He paces across the small room and picks up a teddy bear from the top of my dresser. It was a gift from a little girl on the anniversary of my first year in the parish. She told me I should keep it for company and I did. Now Dave strokes it with a tiny smile on his face. It’s a shame I have to give him some bad news when he seems so at ease.

“Um, so, I don’t know how to say this, but it’s customary to bless the meals at church. That includes the luncheon food for the funeral service. So while not technically communion, it was blessed.”

I wince when he gasps and sits back down next to me.

“So I already fucked up one of the biggest rules they have? What if I can’t go home now?”

“Maybe there’s a loophole?” I offer, but I’m not totally convinced.

Picking up the book I had placed on the bed, I flick through the pages of his demon handbook and wonder where my life took such a dramatic turn.

“Oh! Look at this!” Pointing to the passage in the back under exceptions, I run my finger across the words of importance as I read aloud. “Should any demon find themselves in violation of any code, they have one chance with a meeting to clear their name. The representatives of the Circle of Satan, as per their availability, will decide the outcome.”

Dave purses his lips in thought.

“So if I break rules, I can appeal with their discretion?”

“That’s what it seems like, yes. But didn’t you say your father sent you here to be more… bad? How is following rules a good thing for you? Doesn’t it seem counterproductive?”

His full lips dip into a frown, and not for the first time since he showed up, I wish I knew how his lips felt stretched over my cock.

“You think if I break the code rules, that’s more bad than following them?”

“Well, look at me. I’m supposed to be celibate and we both know that’s not the case. I’m also supposed to avoid a bunch of other things that turned out to be fantastic. But I’m not doing that either. I’ve broken at least four of the really important rules. That put me out of a job and I’m… disgraced.”

I say the last bit with finger quotes and wiggle my eyebrows. I’m hoping to make him laugh, but he’s clearly still distressed about not being good at what he does and letting down his father.

“Listen, you seem to have this whole bad thing covered way better than I do. Teach me to do that. I want to break the rules. Or follow the rules. I’m getting confused.” He runs a hand through his jet black hair. “I was never good at tests.”

Snapping the handbook closed, I toss it on the floor and rake my eyes over him.

“How bad do you want to be?”

Boldy, I place his hand on my crotch and thrill at the sudden wave of heat in the small bedroom. If he sends off waves of heat whenever he’s aroused, heating bills will go way down. That’s another perk to keeping him around. Real money saver during Canadian winters.

His lips tilt in a salacious grin.Finally, he’s onboard with the debauchery and my entire body shivers despite the heat wave.

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