The Devil's Ex

Chapter Fifteen - Fiery

She paced back and forth in the kitchen. She was sure she was going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate. Fenton, whether he'd sensed her in trouble or had spells reaching further than she realised, was waiting for her when she teleported just down the road from his house. He'd helped her drag Luca back to his and had ushered her from the room and made her promise to rest whilst he worked on him.

The resting had not lasted long. With a mug of restorative brew, Jenny already felt much better, plus her worry for Luca had quickly chased out her exhaustion. She would rest when he was better.

It wasn't, however, Luca's current condition that had her pacing back and forth across the tiled floor. No. It was Henry Bridgets. She wasn't sure if Luca knew who it was, but she did.

One of the biggest loan sharks in hell, and owning a number of gambling dens offering just about every sin you can imagine, Henry was powerful and dangerous. He was also, her husband's best friend, and had officiated at their wedding.

So, there was no way. No way in hell – or heaven – that Henry could be behind the plot to overthrow the devil. Surely not him, of all people.

The darkness she'd been unable to contain since performing the blood magic roiled inside her, vying for blood. She grimaced and tried all of the centering techniques she'd learnt over the years. The cost, for using any form of dark or blood magic, was the taint of evil you were left with. For years, Jenny had performed dark and blood magics, and hadn't thought twice about it. She was surrounded by evil – married to evil incarnate, if she hadn't been slowly corrupting her soul it would have been a surprise.

When she'd left him, however, she'd realised how dark she had become. How evil she truly was, and she hated herself for it. Loathed herself for the death and destruction that followed her like a shadow. She'd grown since then, learned different ways to cope with the darkness she possessed. Over the years, she had even begun to believe that maybe it had lessened. Maybe, years of avoiding the forbidden magics had done what all the wiccan-clans had deemed impossible – maybe she'd begun to cure herself.

Though, standing in a kitchen in the middle of hell, with the darkness swirling in her chest, she came to the depressing realisation, that she would never outlive it, or outrun it.

But Henry. Of all people, why had Henry done this? Why had he inadvertently dragged her back to hell? Why had he turned against a man he once loved like a brother?

Needing answers, or trying to avoid facing her new found sense of reality, Jenny stalked towards the door. She paused, wondering whether to tell Fenton where she was going, but he said he'd be busy all night trying to save Luca...she'd be back before he even noticed.

She paused at the threshold of his door and used her newly gathered magic to once more alter her face, this time changing her look far more dramatically until she resembled some of the lower demons she'd seen trudging around hell. She no longer looked human, her spine curled and hair patchy and long. Her limbs were elongated and her angles sharper. No. They'd never recognise her now. Lumbering in the direction of the biggest gambling den Henry owned, she headed off to find out how the devil's oldest friend could do something so terrible.

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More tomorrow...

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