Page 71 of Demon Sworn
Unfortunately, Akor has the tape. Instead of handing me the tape, he lobs it at my head so that I have to duck. It dents the wall before it lands on the floor. I consider throwing it back at him, but that will start a fight, and Katrina said the moving truck is heading out at three o’clock on the dot.
So, if I can’t fight Akor, I can at least get rid of him. “Jason. William. Akor wants to play fetch!”
Akor makes a face at me because the two zombie-dog-men come barreling towards us from down the hall. Katrina made us give them baths for our big move—shudder—and she had Zolroth dress them both in matching golf polos and plaid shorts. If they go outside and play fetch, they’re going to get their new outfits all dirty and Katrina will be pissed. But if Akor tells them no, they won’t stop harassing him.
To my surprise, Akor doesn’t grab his machete out of his waistband and hurl it at me.
He just abandons the box of towels he was packing and stands. “Okay, boys, let’s play. Uncle Van promised to give you both baths after we’re done! I’m thinking…we should fetch some brains.”
“Oh, oh yes! Yessy yes! I like the brains! I like the brains!” Jason’s butt waggles frantically.
“Me too! Don’t forget me!” William adds as they trot after Akor and out the backdoor.
Dammit. I might have to spray blood off their asses after this.
Raz just chuckles as he finishes packing up one of his bedroom lamps. Zolroth won’t let us take most of the furniture from the townhouse, but we all get to bring along the items in our rooms—thank fuck, because my dildo collection for Katrina would be hard to replace. There are only a couple molten glass blowers in Hell who can make a dildo right, in my opinion.
I sigh and finish packing up my Trina’s diploma.
“Almost done.” My love walks back in from outside, where she’s been helping organize the boxes and get them into the truck. She slides her soft hand over my shoulder, and I can’t help but stare longingly into her big blue eyes.
I swear, I could stare at her forever.
She giggles, blushing, and reaches down to grab the box I just packed. “I can’t wait to see what Zolroth’s done to the place.”
Of course, the materialism demon isn’t here helping us pack. He left an hour ago with Adam, to go “stage the house” or some such bullshit.
He’s spent the entire year remodeling and decorating our new house. Once William joined the family, it became clear that he and Jason needed their own room.
Really clear.
I’m a lust demon, and even I’ve seen some things from them that I haven’t seen before and never want to see again.
We looked for places right away, but Zolroth wouldn’t allow us to buy until he’d found the perfect spot. Which of course needed a complete overhaul.
Well. Today’s the day. The day we finally move into our forever home. It’s a little outside town, but really, one of us can just fly in to snag groceries.
I’m looking forward to walking around with my wings and horns out… Katrina just recently started letting me experiment putting my horns inside her, but she screamed so loud in ecstasy last time that the neighbors on the other side of the wall pounded on the door. I want a lot more privacy and all kinds of soundproofing up around Adam’s room so we can keep experimenting with that.
Ten minutes later, we’re packed up, and I’ve dodged the cleaning bullet because Katrina just rolled her eyes and told the zombie-dog-men to get their gory asses in the back of the truck bed without bathing.
We load up, and I end up in the truck with Raz driving and Katrina wedged in between us, her knee rubbing subtly against mine as we trundle out onto the road.
I reach out and take Katrina’s small hand in mine, and one of Zolroth’s new rings stabs me. Some kind of sharp gemstone that’s pink and vicious. “Ow!”
Katrina retracts her hand. “Oh, sorry.”
I snatch her hand back and lift it to my mouth. Then I slide the offending jewelry off her finger with my lips. Her breathing quickens by the time I’m done.
We drive for what feels like hours but is probably only forty or so minutes. It only seems longer because Jason and William started to…err…do things that should not be named in the back of the truck while Katrina screeches at them like a banshee, shoving open the window behind her seat and using a pool noodle we’ve packed to whack their naked asses.
When we finally reach the driveway, it’s still another five minutes until we pull to a stop in front of our new forever home. Katrina’s mouth pops open, her eyes widening comically in her face, as she stares at the immense brick cottage with a wraparound wooden porch. It sits smack dab in a heavily forested area, nothing but trees as far as the eye can see. And while the exterior makes it appear to only be one level, I know for a fact there are over a dozen bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms.
Obviously, we plan to create little Katrinas. Adam needs siblings, after all.
“Oh my god!” Katrina gushes as she all but jumps out of the car. The moving van, driven by Akor, pulls to a stop beside us, and he throws his head out the window, his bright pink mohawk getting caught at the top of the window frame and bending slightly before it pops out.
“Do you like our new home, Cherry?” he calls out, grinning broadly. “We even have a torture chamber in the basement! Did you hear that? My very own torture chamber! How did I get so lucky?”
