Karma tracked me down—that vindictive bitch. I knew drug dealers, mafia leaders, and loan sharks more forgiving than her. I am fucked. Surrounded and stripped of my magick. My heart pounded.
Remain calm. There had to be a way out of this mess. I took a deep breath. The bastard sauntered towards me. Seconds inched along.
The soldiers parted to let him through and closed behind him. The bastard grinned. I gritted my teeth. Smug little prick.
The bastard unsheathed His swords. "Any last words?"
I refused to give Him the satisfaction of a response. A minute passed. He glared at me. I grinned. The bastard swung His swords.
Images flashed in front of my eyes. None of this would have happened if I was a goody-two-shoes. But being wicked is much more fun.
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Callous Fate (Hymns of the Fallen #1) {Draft #1}
HumorLucifer Morgenstern is hardly a paragon of virtue. He drinks too much, smokes like a chimney, and chops people up like sushi. But it is alright, Lucifer is God's favorite angel. It's all rainbows and unicorns until Heaven is invaded by demons. Found...
