She laughed. It sounded like wind chimes falling down a staircase. “I’m Lilith.”
“So,” Satan said, adjusting his cufflinks. “You’re the imbecile who defiled my daughter.” She laughed
Satan comes over for brunch every Sunday. He brings bagels. He still calls me ‘the imbecile,’ but last Father’s Day, he gave me a card that said, “To my son-in-law. You’re less disappointing than I expected.” I framed it. ” Satan said
One thing led to a very dark, very velvet-lined booth in the back. Then to her apartment (a penthouse that defied physics, overlooking a city that was not New York, but rather a gothic metropolis floating in a void). Then to her bed, which was a literal nest of black silk and strategically placed pillows. ’ but last Father’s Day
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