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I don’t do celebrations unless they’re the worshiping-your-demon sort of thing. I’m all for those, becauseduh—they’re worshiping me.
Not Shay. Oh no. She likes parties and holidays and events where people dress up, smile, and laugh.
I also laugh on these occasions. I laughatthem, but she says they’re laughingwitheach other.
Right.
Anyway, I’m down for Halloween. That’s like a shrine made into a whole night of worshiping me. Humans have no idea the root of some of their “customs.”
But Christmas…
My girlfriend, a lovely messenger. (That’s the term we use for those celestial beings up above. I refuse to use the A-word unless we’re calling them assholes, which I’m game for.) But back to my girlfriend, who is not an asshole. ShaylovesChristmas.
She gets all glassy-eyed when it comes to Christmas.
That’s the day all demons go into hiding. Who wants to be around to celebrate that kid’s birthday? But I love Shay. She’s the whole reason I came topside and all that jazz. So yeah, if my girl wants to celebrate the prick’s birthday, I guess I’ll have to participate.
But a part of me is hoping to see some form of action. For Halloween, there was a thing with a coven of witches, so who knows. Maybe one came back as a demon, and even better, they want vengeance on me.
Now that’d be a great Christmas.
“Kellan.”
This holiday was off to a bad start already. I turned, seeing Shay’s half-brother coming toward me. Shay was in class, and I was waiting for her. Now I was questioning my demon sanity. Could I go soft? Would that make me go dumb too? I mean, waiting for her in this hallway—where her building attached to the main college campus center—was stupid of me.
Although, I did note the way the college students were moving past me, giving me a wide berth. Good humans. Theycouldbe trained.
“You waiting for Shay?” Damien asked, stopping to talk to me like we were friends.
He even looked like he believed this—not fazed, not in fear of me. He watched the humans, but not the way he should have. He was half-messenger, or a little less than half of a messenger. Yes, they’re all saintly and annoying—or at least he was—but he hadpower. These humans were nothing. They were ants for us to step on. Why didn’t he get that? Why didn’t other messengers?
I’d met a few full-blooded messengers. They weren’t as saintly as Shay and her brother. I was convinced something had gone wrong in their birth. The full-blooded messengers were dicks.
“What’s up?” I asked, before seeing who else was with him.
God.
I mean, not Him.Shit.
Devil.
No. That didn’t have the same effect.
I’ll stick with what I know—hell.
Damien wasn’t alone. I hadn’t noticed them. Why would I? They were ants, as I mentioned. But these were Damien’s fraternity brothers. He cared about them the way a human would care for a pet.
“What’s up with you?” Damien frowned at me.
I frowned back. Oh—I’d already been frowning. So, I glared.
Shay liked to call me on my look of death. I guess I was letting it fly now, but good for me.
Shay didn’t think I missed killing humans.
I did.
A dark, sensual pleasure came from crushing one of those ants. And the more, the merrier. It’d been too long since I’d wreaked havoc.
