Making-up-Demons
@Making-up-Demons

Demon who is trying to make a little extra on the side. You're not a snitch, are you?


caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

"Listen, I'm not complaining," Bernadette says, watching shitty late-night TV with Djulnael, "but on the one hand I'm living out of an Ineffable Bureau safehouse in darkest Ohio and if I leave a light on all night one of your goons frowns at me about the departmental budget, and on the other hand you come to see me on your days off in a brand-new sports car and take me to nice restaurants."

"I had pretty free rein to maintain my cover Downstairs," Djulnael says. "Everyone's got hustles. Golnaarth had a rainy-day Earth money fund—"

"How exactly did Golnaarth have a rainy-day Earth money fund?"

"You know how some people summon a succubus and go, take on the face of my wildest unattainable dream...Starbucks barista, or whatever?"

"Yeah," Bernadette says, drawing the word out, wriggling closer to Djulnael on the couch.

"Afterwards, when we were done settling up over their soul, sometimes I'd throw in: hey, dummy, I'm a succubus. You gave me their face, I can use that to find them, and I can show them in glorious fucking technicolour exactly what you did while I was wearing it. Or, you can fork over a hundred bucks."

"You were so good at being a succubus," Bernadette says gleefully, pressing her face into the crook of Djulnael's neck.

"Undercover work in hell," Djulnael says wryly, "is a really hard job to explain being good at to most people Upstairs."

Bernadette hums, and mouths at skin. "That why there's no girlfriend at home clamouring to have you back?"

"Probably never helped," Djulnael says, and digs her nails into Bernadette's thigh in a way that makes her shiver all over. "By Upstairs standards, I'm a bad girl you wouldn't take home to meet your folks."

There's a bleak conversation which, sooner or later, they'll have to have. For now, Bernie slithers into the angel's lap, all wide eyes. "A bad girl?" she breathes incredulously. "But SA Djulnael, you seem so sweet—" and then giggles uncontrollably as she's pinned to the coffee table.


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