Nightmare

For all of Jackal's 145 years of life there were moments he never thought he'd have to experience. Like his ass getting handed to him by a chick who looked like a porn star. Then his eldest brother marrying said chick and having three kids with her. Also, all the joy, a word he used loosely, when his youngest niece attached to him and he was up for days with his sister-in-law while she went through teething. Today, he added a new thing to the list, the horror of pushing a shopping cart through a sporting goods store, as they shopped for camping equipment.

He would have thought that Lucy, being Queen of the Underworld, could order a few minions to do this but nope, instead she grabbed him by the tail and made him tag along. The massive retail store made his skin crawl, it was normal and a human location; two things that he despised. People milling all over the place as they excitedly grabbed items off shelves, shouting about getting a good deal. Jackal shook his head and tried to concentrate on something pleasant, watching his sister-in-law walk in her tight ass jeans.

So, he could admit that after all these years he still crushed on the woman, but he wasn't going to do anything about it. Hell no.

"Don't you need another tent? You know, cause I'm not sleeping with Mard." Jackal asked as he put the six-person, three room, tent in the cart.

"No, it's just the five of us going," she said as she marked her lengthy list.

"One more time..." Jackal said as he pursed his lips.

"It's just Mard, the kids, and I, Jackal." Lucy retorted as she went and grabbed a few more items off the shelf.

Jackal looked at his clawed toes for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek to hide to hurt feelings. He sucked in a breath before looking up and noticing that his sister-in-law was not near him. This was not good; this store was massive, and Lucy had this curse of getting into trouble at all the strangest of times. Last thing he needed was to have to explain to his family that their mommy and queen was kidnapped again.

Chakram would probably be the first to kill him, his nephew was a hardcore mama's boy, and he could easily plane shift his fuzzy ass into the middle of a mountain. Then again, Scimi was just like her dad and Jackal gulped at the memory of Bring your Daughter to Work Day; which that day, Mard was in his playground when sweet little Scimitar had explained to him that a pear of anguish would be better used up the ass. Jackal had drunk for sixteen days straight after that moment, he still couldn't get over the matching grins on father and daughter. She's only twelve years old and that fucking twisted, dear God help everyone when she assumes the throne.

Luckily, Haladie was the sweetest little girl and his favorite because she bakes the best fucking puppy cookies. She was also the most like Lucy, loving, protective, kept her promises and insanely forgiving; even when he made the mistake and took a mission over her and Ram's birthday. Yeah, she'd keep him safe.

Jackal ran forward with the cart and kept his ears up as he heard a small string of Infernai curse words. He let out a breath and followed the sound, finding his sister-in-law bent over, digging through a shelf. Lucy stood up and all but jumped in his presence, Jackal could only grin as he loved her cute little shocked expression.

"Why can't I come with?" He asked.

"Because Mard needs to relax and," she pinched her forehead, "we love you but your sense of comedy, just makes his hair hurt. Not just his head, his hair." Lucy made a few more marks on her checklist, the woman was at least a very organized shopper.

"Well if you didn't yank on it during the loud fucking sex you have with the guy, his hair would be fine." Jackal snapped back with a grin. Lucy tensed for a moment before she turned to look at him. Her pretty face was tense with a scowl on her lips and eyes narrowed, Jackal knew he should be really fucking afraid right now, least that's what common sense said he should be feeling. The demon wasn't exactly known for his common sense.