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“This never fucking gets old.”
He walked toward me, and I scrambled to my feet, taking a fight stance. I wasn’t going out that easily.Fuck him.
The stranger popped his helmet back on, replaced his head on his shoulders, and snapped his fingers.Poof.No more demon biker. Instead, an older man with gray scruff on his jaw and a black suit stood before me. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and perfectly combed. His suit was impeccable and clean, without a hint of dust despite the wind kicking it around us. Even his shoes were a shiny, polished black.
“What is it with you Reapers, and the suit?”
Huh?
He waved a hand. “Never mind. Ask Rael about it sometime.”
Um. Okay?
The man rubbed his hands together. “We don’t have a lot of time. Those Primordial Light motherfuckers are closing in.”
“What do you know about them?”
“I know you can’t fight them on your own. You need help.”
I knew that. It was the reason I spoke to Grim today.
“I’m here to gift a little extra badass.”
What the hell did that mean?
“You want that sick fuck who hurt you to suffer? Want to send his soul to hell for eternal punishment?”
I had to admit it sounded appealing.
“How about stopping all those child predators before they can hurt anyone else, including Heather?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.
“Then sign on the dotted line. All I need is your blood and agreement.”
“What am I agreeing to?”
“You reap souls for me, and I will ensure they pay for their crimes. Forever.”
“That’s it?”
He grinned. “It really is that simple.” He shook out his hand, and a parchment rolled out, hit the ground, and stopped at my feet. “Sign.”
I should have read it. I should have fucking cared.
All I could focus on was the threat to myself, Heather, the Royal Bastards, and all the innocents out there who had no one to save them. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.
“I’m Lucifer Morningstar,” he rasped, slicing the tip of my finger with an invisible knife. “And you are mine.”
Shit! I didn’t think about those words for too long as I penned my name on the parchment. The paper disappeared, and the dapper man in the suit winked.
“Until we meet again, young Reaper.”
I had zero chance to ask him how this worked or what his words meant. One second, I stood before him, staring at the blood dripping from my fingertip. The next, I sat on my bike, staring into the faces of my new brothers.
Correction. I stared into ghostly faces mainly formed of bone and sinew. Demon bikers like the one I just met.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
