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“Where are we?” asked Chelsea.

Asmodeus went to the wall. There was chalk writing on it. “New York. I really do hate America.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Unfortunately, this is where the Prince of Pride lives.”

He placed his hand on the writing and it faded.

“What was that writing?” Chelsea asked.

“A prayer. A few weeks ago, some creep asked me to... dispose of his unfaithful wife. That was just him saying thank you. Took him long enough.”

“You killed her?”

“Of course not. A man’s will is stronger than a Demon’s power. They just don’t know it. Now come on, we need to get going.”

He opened the door and led her down several flights of stairs. He opened another door and they were dazzled by the bright sunshine. They walked through the streets, which weren’t particularly busy, seeing as most people were in work.

“Where are we going?” asked Chelsea.

“I don’t know,” Asmodeus replied.

“Azrael said that when we were coming to you. How do you not know where we’re going?”

“The easiest way to describe it is ‘internal sat nav’. Except all we need is an image, or a name. It’s very useful.”

“I can imagine.”

“We’re almost there.”

He stopped outside a restaurant. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”


“This is where I first spoke civilly with Azrael. Of course, at the time it was a church.”

“A church?”

“Azrael was very fond of irony at the time. Are you sure you want to come in with me? I mean, I don’t know how Lucifer’s going to react. His girlfriend, Selene, will most likely just be happy to have another woman there.”

“I don’t want to be rude, but what is she?”

“She’s a Dark Elf but she’s in no way evil. She’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. Ready?”

Chelsea nodded so Asmodeus pushed open the restaurant door and walked in. Sat at a table in the corner were a man and a woman. Asmodeus walked over to them and sat down.

“Who’s this?” asked the man – Lucifer.

“This is Chelsea. She’s part of a prophecy that could possibly end the world,” replied Asmodeus.

“Interesting.” Lucifer looked her up and down curiously. He looked back at Asmodeus sharply and a secret conversation seemed to pass between them – which was exactly what was happening.

The woman, Selene, turned to Chelsea. “Better get used to this, darling,” said the Dark Elf, though Chelsea saw nothing that made her an Elf.

“I am,” she replied with a smile.

“So, how’d you meet Asmodeus?”

“Um, he killed my best friend.”

Selene hesitated. “Oh,” she said.


It turned very awkward for both of them.

“I take it you know then,” said Selene. Chelsea nodded. “Where are my manners? I’m Selene.”

“Asmodeus told me about you. He said you were one of the kindest people he’d ever met,” said Chelsea.

“He’s one of the only people who refer to me as a ‘person’. I usually get ‘filth’ or ‘scumbag’. But anyway, how long had you been dating before you found out who he was?”

The End

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