Page 2 of How to Accidentally Become the Devil

Are they going to demonstrate this now?

I’d approve. Just saying.

“You’re such a dick,” Belz huffs.

“Yes, and you love my dick,” Oz taunts.

“I know I do!” I interject as Belz glares at our mate.

“Don’t encourage him,Amica Mea.”

I shrug. He already knows it. It’s not like me saying it aloud is changing anything.

“How are you feeling, love?” Belz asks softly as he sits beside me, stroking a hand down my back.

My wings twitch, reaching out to the demon beside me, and bumping into his wings in a friendly greeting.

“Feels like I should be in the air instead of sitting around listening to you three bicker.”

“The wings are calling to you already,” Belz smiles. “They can be bossy things.”

Both sets of wings flutter in agitation at his remark. Looks like he hit the nail on the head with that one.

“Will you teach me?” I look at him earnestly.

“Of course I will. Though something tells me it won’t be necessary.”

“Thank you.” I smile at him before standing. “Now, I’m going pee then I’m going to bed. You’re welcome to stay, but any fighting will get you expelled… from the room.” Once a teacher, always a teacher.

I don’t wait for a response, popping myself to the en suite, the throbbing between my legs a gentle reminder of our escapades before the wing incident and prompting me to clean up before I get a UTI.

Nobody’s got time for that shit.

I take a step towards the toilet, and one of my wings flaps out, throwing me off balance. My other wing pops out, a perfect counterbalance to keep me standing. I turn to the mirror and grip the sink for stability as I get my first good look at my troublesome wings.

They’re huge. And I feel super badass with them.

The long, curling, pointed tips look like claws. With the dark, onyx black, color of them they remind me somewhat of bat wings. Running my left had over my right wing I can feel the latent power beneath the tips of my fingers. Biting my lip, I trace them with my eyes. They’re slightly terrifying, and the perfect wings for the next ruler of Hell.

They flutter at the compliment and I chuckle as I watch them preen.

All this time, they move of their own accord. I have no idea how wings are supposed to work, but surely I’m not the only one who would think they would be like any other appendage thatIcontrol. Apparently, I was completely off base because these fuckers do whatever they want and I have no say whatsoever.

I remember when Belz tried sitting on my couch for the first time and his wings wouldn’t cooperate. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just pull them in and sit, but now I get it, it was never that easy. The wings may be an extension of me, but they’re nota partof me.

“Because you’re not, are you?” I ask aloud. “You’re your own… notperson… but… you know… entity.”

They beat behind me, causing a gust of air to blow my hair around and a sense of amusement and pride flashes through my head.

Well, shit. Can they communicate?

Ifeelthem rolling their eyes at me. And yes, Iknowwings don’t have eyes. But it’s what I associate with the exasperation they somehow send to me.

Guess that answers that.

“Ok.Someoneis feisty,” I mutter. “Look, I’m sassy too. Obviously, we’re a good match. But maybe we could work together? You can’t always be flapping away. And you especially can’t just shoot out on one side just to make me fall.”

I’m hit with conflicting emotions at once. It’s like they’re laughing and scolding me at the same time. But why would they scold me?

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