SCALES-27

I spent a few days sleeping and eating off the poison. There were no more incidents with grey assassins, but I hadn't quite shaken off the feeling of paranoia that had come over me.

It's safe to say that I wasn't really used to having attempts made on my life. Essays with one night to complete, exams I'd forgotten about, I could handle. Purgatory ninjas poisoning me and trying to throw me to my death? Not really.

I was having a hard enough time coming to terms with the fact that I didn't own my own soul anymore. Or that my parents sold it. To the devil.

Sure, it was to save me. It still made me feel like I'd been violated.

"Z!" 

I looked up, out of the book I was reading, to see Manni standing at the door. I guess I had a nickname now.

"What?"

"The king wants to see you in the courtyard. And he wants you to wear this."

She threw a box at me and I stared at it.

"What is it?"

She shrugged, blowing a gum bubble.

"Beats me. Let's just hope it's not in tan or mauve. That would not work with your complexion."

I poked the box tentatively and started peeling off the tape, finally becoming so overwhelmed with the suspense that I ripped the thing open and threw the bubble wrap aside, trying to find what I had been doomed to.

Wow. 

...

Wow.

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I walked outside, shaking my head to throw my curls out of my eyes.

"You look even better in it than I'd imagined."

I turned, squinting, to see Lucifer sitting on a window ledge a floor up, grinning.

"I have to say it is pretty flattering." I offered, "When do I get to break it in?"

He jumped down, landing with the grace of a cat. 

"No time like the present. You ready, commander?"

I smirked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

The End

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