SCALES-65

I sighed and turned back to Eversio.

“So, why aren’t you joining the battle march?”

He scratched the back of his head.

“I figured you’d need some company?”

“Seriously?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, “You stayed behind for me?”

“I’m not as bloodthirsty as my dad.” He smirked, “And the High Commander could probably use some security detail.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Even with a life-threatening wound, we both know I could take you on-“

“-kidding! I’m kidding.” He chuckled awkwardly, “I almost forgot about the whole super-soldier-transformation thing.”

“Transformation?”

“In a matter of months you went from human to proficient swords…woman and combatant. You’re good enough to fight beside the king of hell, which…usually takes a lifetime of training.”

“Okay…I guess that is a little weird. And awfully convenient.”

“What’s your secret?”

I shrugged.

An ancient prophecy that foretold I would be the champion of hell?

“Luck?”

He watched me for a second before continuing.

“You have been awfully lucky ever since coming to hell.”

“Except for the minor part where I lost ownership of my soul.” I offered, pulling the hair out of my face and tucking it behind a horn.

He nodded as if considering my words.

“True.”

I adjusted one of my sandals and yawned.

SO…ARE WE GOING TO STAND AROUND OR HAVE SOME FUN?

I shrugged.

“What’s there to do? We’re stuck in the camp for the whole day.”

AND THEY’LL ONLY BRING OUT THE BOOZE WHEN THE SOLDIERS GET BACK.

Eversio made a face in thought.

"Well, we can have fun without booze, can't we?"

UM...NO.

"Is everyone in hell a chronic alcoholic?" I asked incredulously.

IT'S IN OUR BLOOD. YOU COULD CUT THE PRINCE OPEN AND HE'D BE AT LEAST 50% ALCOHOL.

"More like 66.6%." Eversio corrected, adjusting his collar.

He was the only one who wasn't dressed like a Roman in the camp. Well, him and Lucifer.

"Wait..." I started, "So...bloodwine..."

YEP. 

"Oh God..." I shuddered, trying to hold down the contents of my stomach.

Eversio rolled his eyes.

"It uses a special variety of grapes. Bob's being a troll."

ACTUALLY, I'M A GREATER SPRITE.

My stomach settled and I let out a breath of relief.

The End

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