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“I thought you were here to see me,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around me. She swivels her hips ever so slightly against my crotch, and I’m helpless to fight the immediate hardening of my cock. “You’ve been thinking about fucking me since before you stepped foot in this office, haven’t you?” Another little grinding swivel. I clench my jaw. The flames in her pupils grow larger as she runs her fingers through my hair and sighs. “There’s nothing in the universe like riding an angel.”
Her lips hover over mine. A sweetness wafts off them, so enticing the urge to taste them overwhelms me.
She takes my hand and places it on her thigh, over the slit up the side of her dress, then slides it higher. Still her lips hover teasingly over mine. “Go on. Touch it. You know you want to.”
Succubus…
With a gasp I jerk backward and throw her off me, sending her across the room into the wall with a roar. “No! You will not distract me!”
Her lips curve evilly as she gets to her feet, hardly ruffled. The crack in the wall that appeared when her body crashed into it disappears with a wave of her hand. She drops back into her chair and runs a fingertip around the rim of the glass.
“A little test, to see where your mind was at,” she says. “All business, no play, it seems. So what exactly are you accusing me of, Zeph?”
I straighten my shirt. I can still smell her, still feel her lingering heat. And I’m still hard. “I think I made that perfectly clear.”
She shrugs, spreading her hands before steepling her fingers together. “I didn’t tread on the humans’ delicate little planet.”
“Even if I believed that—which I don’t—there are a number of demons under you who have. And they’re causing a great deal of havoc.”
“That little college thesis you’re waving in my face specifies that its purpose is to allow the humans free will,” Agrat says evenly. “That they should, without the influence of Heaven or Hell, choose which side of the battle they want to be on of their own accord. And, as we have seen since the start of this tragic comedy known as human existence, they are perfectly capable of wreaking their own havoc without interference from us.”
“I don’t disagree,” I say with a reluctant chuckle, leaning back in my seat and resting my ankle on the other knee. I pick up my glass for another sip, and it makes me steadier. “Certainly. If left to their own devices, humans show a propensity for sin.”
Agrat’s eyes gleam as she tilts her head. “But surely not thosedelightfulhumans canonized and declared saints by those prettily robed figures in that great Italian city.”
I lift a brow at her. “Most of them are yours, and you know it.”
She laughs in delight.
“But that just proves my point,” I add, leaning forward. “Hell has corrupted the Church since its inception. You’ve implanted your demonic minions within its ranks to carry outyourPrince’s bidding. That’s meddling of the utmost.”
“Oh.” Agrat pouts. “Meddling is such a dirty word. We don’t meddle. We…nudge.”
“You steal souls,” I mutter.
Agrat snaps her fingers, and both our glasses are refilled with more scotch. “When is your side going to understand that your precious, hairy little pets are honed to sin? All our side has ever done is open the door to allow them to explore their primal instincts and urges—kill, eat, and fuck. We don’t need to steal souls. They come willingly.” Her lips quirk as she lifts the cut-crystal glass.
“The battle’s far from over, Agrat. And if we’re sore losers, it’s because you’re cheaters.” I lift my hand again, and several large photographs appear in them. I arrange them on the desk in front of Agrat as she gazes down impassively. I tap one of the photographs of a dark building on a busy metropolitan street with a neon sign that says “Heaven’s Gate.”
“Is Mr. Jones up to his old tricks again?” Agrat asks innocently. “I was sure I had him in a special little cell down here somewhere…”
“By cell, you certainly mean suite,” I say flatly. “Everyone knows the most heinous humans are celebrated down here, not punished.”
“Ah, well. Semantics.” Agrat shrugs.
I shake my head. “This is a bar in Draco City, the most populous human metropolis in the United States. It was created by the demons under your charge who sneak onto Earth.”
“The city or the bar?” the succubus asks with false curiosity.
“Both,” I snap. I tap the photo again hard. “As a result, this is the most violent and crime-infested city in the country, the effects of which are spilling outward. Other large demonic outposts are beginning to crop up in other parts of the world.”
“Oh my.” Agrat places a hand on her chest. “How concerning.”
I lean forward, gazing at her intently. “This brings me to the message portion of my visit. Get your filthy fucking hellspawns off the human planet, or prepare for the wrath of Heaven, which will assuredly result in the destruction of Earth and all who live on it. The Most High King is prepared to start over. We’ve learned from our mistakes.”
Agrat’s smooth expression doesn’t falter, but her eyes lose their mischievous twinkle. “So have your beloved Father wiggle His meaty fingers and blow the stupid rock to smithereens. You’ll recall that we never cared for His disgusting little pets or His precious creation.” She pauses. “Except for dogs. And cats. And, well, most of the non-human creations.”
It’s my turn to smirk. “Your bluffing is convincing, Agrat, I’ll give you that. But we both know Hell needs the humans to thrive. Their souls, their yielding to your influence, their sin—it all feeds you. Without it, you’ll be weakened, and then Hell and everything in it will be…what did you say a moment ago? Smited.” I tilt my head. “When I tell you that Heaven is prepared to start over, I mean, from thebeginning. Genesis part two. Clean slate. No Hell. No serpent. No lie.”
