CH 18: Dashing

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Lucifer

Alastor



Ha-ha, looks like you could use some help,

From the big boss of Hell himself,

Check out Daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp,

(Five stars! Flawless! Greater than great!)

With a punch of a pentagram,

A wap-bam-boom, Alakazam,

Usually I charge a sacrificial lamb

But you get the family rate, thanks Dad!


Esme watched his magical display with awe and wonder, leaning in closely to pay closer attention. He was effortless, entertaining, and extravagant. She feels a small tug on her arm and gets pulled back, causing her to pivot her head,


"Don't tell me...I know those eyes of yours." Angel smirks.


"He's..." She pauses momentarily before responding breathlessly, "dashing.."


A low static could be heard nearby.


Angel chuckles and nudges Husk, "Hey, guess our plan worked~" He winks.


"Plan?" Esme questions.


"Youse are both single, are you not? Time to get back on the market, stop wasting ya time waitin' for some prince charmin' who ain't coming." Angel smirks, pulling her close to his side.


"And the King of Hell..." He begins, motioning in his direction, "Not too shabby~"


Esme looks back at The King with a small blush erupting on her skin.


Who needs a busboy now that you got the chef?

Michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte~

I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref

Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just the staart~


Esme takes one small step forward but jumps at,


Who's been here since day one?

Who's been faithful as a nun?

Makes you chuckle with an old timey pun?

Your executive producerr~

I'm your guy, your day-to-day,

Your chum, your steadfast hotelier,

Remember when I fixed that clog today...


Esme rolls her eyes and leans back on the table with Angel, "Great, a dick measuring contest." She says, grabbing one of Nifty's cookies from behind her and biting in with her fangs. She quickly spits it out, "Gross..." she groans.

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