Page 3 of The Devil and His Ghost

“Hey, you little shit,” I growled.

My gut reaction was to grab her wrists and pry them off me, but she was a kid. Sure, I didn’t like the disgusting vermin, but breaking her wrists seemed a bit harsh, even for a demon like me. So I kept my hands by my sides and put all the annoyance I felt into my snarl and narrowed golden slitted eyes.

“Will you come visit again?” she asked, her bottom lip quivering.

“Will you let go of my horns if I say yes?” I hissed.

She grinned and nodded.

Kids were so fucking dumb.

“Fine. Yeah. I’ll come visit again,” I lied sweetly.

“Will you take me away with you next time?”

“Yeah. Fucking sure. Let go.”

She gasped happily and let go of one horn to hold her left pinky out to me. “Pinky promise?”

I barely managed to contain my eyeroll and maintain my smile. I wrapped my pinky around hers, squeezing harder than necessary. “Pinky promise.”

She didn’t seem to give a shit that I nearly popped her little finger off. She finally let me go. Footsteps sounded from somewhere in the house, and the unmistakable sound of her bedroom door opening followed. She gasped and turned off her flashlight before facing the double closet doors. One opened, and she peered up as a man hidden from my view chuckled softly.

“What are you doing in there, Princess?” A hand extended toward her. “Come on. Bedtime.”

She slowly looked my way while reaching to take his hand.

I waved with a bright smile, happy to be rid of this outrageous scenario I’d found myself in. “See ya, Ghost.”

She swallowed hard and gave me a half-hearted wave. “Bye, bye, Mr. Monster.”

With the vermin gone, I quickly ducked out. My desire for an energy-fueled night vanished, thanks to the bizarre encounter, so I walked through shadows to appear in Hell’s Gate, the most popular club for demons within Hell. Demons swarmed the dark and smoky club, and sensual music played overhead while red lighting lit up the large room. The very air oozed sin, depravity, and sex, and I breathed it in, happy to be in a place where things made sense.

I looked down at Perseus, who I’d appeared next to upon arriving. I pursed my lips and watched a Succubus go to town, sucking my best friend’s dick beneath the table. The Incubus hadn’t even shed his dress pants. The charcoal material was only unfastened enough to free his cock, and his dress shirt was still pristine over his muscular frame. He held a mess of her red curls in a hand while pistoning his hips to shove in and out of her mouth.

“Looks like your night is going better than mine,” I noted, taking the seat next to him. I watched the female sex demon dribble spit around his cock as she took him deeper down her throat.

“No fun scares?” he asked me breathlessly without taking his eyes off her.

He fucked her mouth harder, and she moaned in delight as he came down her throat. She released his dick with a wet pop and licked her lips. “Thanks for the meal.”

Perseus waved her off wordlessly and faced me as he tucked himself away.

“No good scares,” I confirmed.

Unless you count the one I received.

“Well, the night is young.” Perseus tossed back some of his drink before handing me the glass so I could do the same. “I’m sure we could find you some mischief to get into around here.”

He wasn’t wrong. There was no shortage of debauchery or games to get into in Hell, but fucking with humans was so much more fun. The high their fear gave a Mischief demon like me was incomparable, just like the buzz of pleasure their sex gave an Incubus like Perseus was unbeatable. Demons were made to mess with humans, and maybe I still could’ve done that tonight if a certain twerp hadn’t killed my mood.

I sighed. It didn’t matter. Come tomorrow, I’d find a new game to play, a new soul to torment, a new prey to turn into my playground. The Ghost Speaker would become a forgotten memory and my pinky promise to her another one of my many lies.

Smirking, I met Perseus’s black-and-red slitted eyes. “Yeah. Let’s fucking party.”

Chapter 2

Xander