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It’s a win-win.
Like being a kid in a candy store, everything is new and fun. I’m unsupervised—there are very few rules—and I can let loose. I liked Earth more and more with every day that passed. I had even stopped going home between bouts and started sleeping here. Rather than popping up every couple of weeks, I’d been here for a few days straight now, and dammit, if I weren’t inclined to stay. They wouldn’t miss me—it’s not like family values ran strong through demons. Besides, I was replaceable—one of thousands could step in and take my place to torture the guilty in Hell.
The Silver City might have to start paying more attention, perhaps rein us in somehow as it seemed more and more demons were being enticed by the lure of life on Earth. Few stayed very long, though, but no one monitored who was here and for how long. We were basically free to roam and do as we pleased.
Something about that felt almost inherently wrong, like we should be guided by some sort of rules from the Big Man upstairs since we were inhisplayground of Earth. His own little science experiment.
Or however it was he viewed humanity—his children?I don’t know. I’d never spoken to him.
Much like I’d never spoken to the Devil either, and I never would. I was only a low-level demon, after all.
Back to the theory that our being present on Earth served a purpose, and in some twisted way maybe we weremeantto be exactly where we were, at any given time, whether the reason was apparent or not. Demons were as much a part of the system as humans and angels, all working together and playing our part in some grand plan no one else could see but God himself.
Pawns.
I hated the idea. Some cosmic fate I had no control over? Fuck that.
But the reasoning had somewhat led me to my current path, and I can’t be punished if I’m technically not hurting anyone innocent, right?
Technicalities, my favorite.
Sometimes, like tonight, I liked to change things up. Rather than simply stroll in and turn the place upside-down, I might do a little roleplay of the non-kinky—and therefore arguably less fun—sort. I was relatively muscular but slender enough if I wasn’t flexing, I could go almost unnoticed and assumed to be non-threatening. But it didn’t take a genius to figure out if you divert people’s attention away from your fit form built for fighting and direct their eyes to your tits, they were less likely to be observant where they should be.
Less likely to see the trouble coming.
Tonight, I stumbled into the clubhouse. It was an intentional stumble, but they didn’t need to know that. Giggling as I gripped the doorframe, I allowed my body to swing back and forth with a slow, lazy momentum, casting my gaze around the room with equal leisure.
Twelve men, three women.
Easy.
If the dozen-odd bikes lined up in front of the building weren’t enough to give away this was a biker clubhouse, then the matching vests and patches of all the men in the room certainly were. Criminals, nothing more. I didn’t need to know anything more about them. It was our role in Hell to torture those who had sinned.
But why couldn’t I bring that fun to the surface?
Within reason, of course.
Most demons saw it as a waste of time to be on Earth, and I didn’t blame them. Many humans were tedious, and while it was fun to journey up and mess with them a little, those types of quick visits decreased as the novelty wore off. So, I shouldn’t drawtoomuch blood or causetoomuch damage, and I certainly couldn’t kill.
Since I had found the balance, I knew very well the sort of fun I could have—and get away with—here in this room with these unsuspecting men.
When I had kicked the door open, they had turned with rage flaring in their eyes, several hands all flying to their belts, hovering over weapons at the ready. But relaxed as soon as they had seen me stumbling about with a false level of drunkenness, all wide-eyed and giggling, wearing a tank top which, while it appeared to be too small, was intentionally designed to show as much as possible without actually being naked.
I’ll give Earth credit—there was something about the night air here, the way the cool breeze licked at my skin. There was nothing like it in Hell, and while the warmth was comforting, I hadn’t ever felt as alive as I did the first time I experienced the sting of the cold evening air. Even during the summer, there was chill and calm in the night air, and it charged me.
While I had come to the surface for some fun, but now I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go back. Hence, why I needed to maintain a balance with the actions I took so I’d be allowed to stay.
So far, it had worked, apparently.
If I didn’t let loose to a certain point, I’d lose control, and then I’d really be in trouble. After all, I was still relatively new at containing my demon for more than a few hours at a time, and it was a steep learning curve.
Watching as the men eyed me, I smiled stupidly and ran my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Oopsie!” I cried, adding an extra octave to my voice which wouldn’t naturally be there. “Looks like I’m in the wrong place.”
As I turned to leave, I slipped, and, as suspected, a strong arm swung under me, catching me around the shoulders and pulling me to my feet. It would’ve been a move of gallantry if it weren’t for the way he immediately pressed me against his side, taking his free hand and running his fingers down my neck and over the tops of my breasts.
Fucking bold of him.
