Page 85 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Lilith would never be bested by such a barrier,” said the third man, an older, lanky guy with thick salt and pepper hair. “Nothing can fend against her glory.”

He clutched his vest, prideful in the way he raised his head high and straightened his posture. There was something incredibly familiar about his emerald green eyes and the lime shade of his whites.

“You’re Orias, right?” I asked.

“That I am,” he said with the most dignified demeanor.

He was the octopus-like demon who hosted my Devil’s Banquet.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“We’re here to help,” Orias said. “Obviously.”

“You sound quite loyal to the devil currently set on destroying our world,” Bez said.

Ours.

For as much as he professed not to care about this dimension or anyone in it, his true feelings occasionally surfaced.

“My loyalty only extends so far,” Orias explained. “Beelzebub destroyed half the dimension in their battle, and Lilith devoured the other half to fend him off. Between the two of them,there’s nothing left of our Hell. No place to pledge my eternal allegiance.”

“So you’re all here to help?” Bez asked, suspiciously squinting at Corson.

“Well, currently”—Corson playfully knocked on the door—“I’m here to huff and puff and blow you down.”

“Blow your house down,” I said with a deep frown. “The expression that you butchered. It’s about a house.”

“And here I thought it was about squealing lil piggies and big bad wolves.”

“I believe he was performing a flirtation ritual of innuendos,” Orias clarified as if I needed it.

“I caught that.” I glowered. “Just giving him the benefit.”

Not that I was opposed to folks hitting on Bez—he’s a catch, after all—but the world was literally facing Armageddon.

“I don’t have time for Corson’s particular brand of come-ons.”

“Are you jealous?” Bez asked with a little cocky glimmer in his eyes. Oh, I’d never hear the end of this.

“Of me cumming?” Corson added. “Who wouldn’t be? I can cum on just about anyone. No need to fret, misfit devil. I have plenty of cum to go around.”

My entire face burned hot, and suddenly, the idea of the world ending didn’t seem so awful if it brought an end to this mortifying conversation.

“Wait.” I shook away the embarrassment. “Lilith destroyed her own world? The whole dimension? Everything?”

“She attempted to salvage the world in the first century,” Orias said.

Corson and Satan tsked.

“But as the battle dragged on for nearly a millennium, Lilith resorted to any measures to distance herself from Beelzebub.”

“Which meant hurling her army of children,” Satan said.

“Or devouring us,” Corson added. “Anything to keep Mommy at peak performance.”

My jaw had fallen slack, not from Satan or Corson’s commentary or the fact I was actually having a conversation withtheSatan—who dressed like a slutty circuit boy. No, what left me completely befuddled was how casually they discussed a battle that raged on for centuries.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered. “We just left Hell not all that long ago.”

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