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God, has it really only been two weeks?
I’ve had more sex in two weeks than I’ve had since I got pregnant for Rellick. Does it even count if it’s with demons? Jesus, I sound like a lunatic.
Grabbing a black flowy tank top with chains for accents, I put it on and immediately I feel like a bad bitch. The chains just give off ‘boss vibes’ and boost my confidence.
Satan’s voice rings out in my head.
You want me to open a portal to you, Sin?
No, thank you. I’m going out tonight.
With whom?
I don’t know. I’ll probably call Josie.
He hums in response.
We should make it a girls’ night. I’ll summon Daemera, too!
That got a reaction.
Absolutely not, Brianna!
I stop intentionally replying. Let him stew on that for a minute.
The paper Daemera gave me is on my nightstand. What did she say to do? I place my hand on top of the now dried symbol. “Dae. Come to me.”
A bright light begins to shine in the middle of my room and two beings step through. One is Daemera, her black hair in braids down her back against her pure white skin. The other is a male, her complete opposite. His skin is black as night, yet his white hair is in a braided bun. He’s absolutely gorgeous with his lean physique. His smile screams ‘come hither.’The sight of them together is overwhelming. They could pass for human if their coloring wasn’t so pure.
“Hey, girl! You called me!” She runs to me and gives me a hug. This was nothing like our first encounter. Daemera is sweet and bubbly now. She must see the other demon in the mirror behind me because her bubbly personality dies. “Why are you here?” She turns abruptly and crosses her arms over her voluptuous chest.
The demon matches her position. “I was summoned, just like you.”
Daemera turns back to me. “You said my name and ‘come to me’ right?”
“Well…. I said ‘Dae’.” I find myself matching their positions. “You weren't specific! I shortened your name! How was I supposed to know another person would come through?”
Daemera growls as the male laughs. “Bree, this is my twin, Daemonik,” she says reluctantly. “Niki, this is Bree.” Daemonik steps forward, holding out his hand. I move to take it for a handshake, but he brings my hand to his mouth. “Satan’s mate,” Daemera adds at the last second.
Daemonik drops my hand like it's on fire. “Oh no! No!” He starts to pace back and forth in front of my bed. “I'm dead. He’ll kill me; he'll make me fight him in the arena! No one has ever beaten him in the arena! I'm dead!”
“As you can tell, he's also dramatic.” Daemera sits back on my bed as her twin pouts on the floor. “So, what's up?” She takes in my full attire and her face lights up. “You look sexy as Hell! What are we doing?”
I can't help the blush I know is spreading across my cheeks. “I figured we could have a girl’s night. I was going to call my friend Josie, too. Maybe go to Bourbon Street?”
“Yes! Let's do it!” She jumps up, clapping her hands. Daemera spins dramatically, her skin turning to a pinker hue. It’s all that’s needed for her to look human. “Are you doing makeup? You really don't need it. Maybe some mascara and a nice red lip? And what about your hair?” She grabs my shoulders and maneuvers me to sit in front of my bed, facing the wall. “Maybe some pretty braids to show off your face but still look amazing.” Sitting behind me, she starts to brush my hair and then with quick fingers, she braids it.
“Thank you for doing this. It's been a while since I've had any female friends.” It's my fault I don’t have female friends, but I won't get into that with her just yet.
“Of course, girl! I love doing stuff like this! If we could be on Earth all the time, I would definitely be a cosmetologist. I love hair and makeup. Empowering other females! All the succubae in Hell are bitches. Always feeling like they have to compete. Honestly, the only reason I put up with males is because I need sperm to survive.”
“So, you're attracted to women?”
“Duh. What's not attractive about females? Other than a shitty attitude.” She lifts up from the bed to sit in front of me. A mascara wand appears in her hand. “Look up.” I follow her directions. “Sometimes I hate being a succubus. Males expect things from me because of my race. Females judge me for my looks.” The mascara wand changes to a red lip gloss. “Open.” She dabs the gloss across my lips. “You're the only being that's ever asked what I wanted.”
Daemonik gives an affronted sigh, bringing our attention back to him. “The fuck am I?”
Daemera rolls her eyes. “An idiot,” she mumbles.
