SUGAR AND STEEL

Ch 19

Kai, who up to this point had been relatively silent, smiled wide and (almost) laughed at the wide-eyed surprise on the devil's face.

"Well, I'll be damned, you really think you grew up didn't you?"

"Oh daddy, I sure fucking did." Sami gripped Kai's hand tighter underneath the table. "But Sarah didn't fucking get to. And you're gonna pay for that."

Sami suddenly lunged across the table and had his hands around the devil's throat. This time, Kai really did laugh. He walked over and stuck his hand across Sami's bodyand into the pocket of his jacket to grab him his best fucking friend.

"Here you go baby, he's all yours." Sami didn't respond,just took the knife from his dolly's hand, but Kai understood. The devil was thrashing and fighting the chokehold he was held in, doing his very best to stay here in the realm of the living.. Kai thought he was probably scared of hell.

At that moment, Kai watched his pretty little psycho stare his own father in the eye and drag the blade of his butterfly knife (that was oh so excited to fly fly fly into that man's flesh) down his face, all feather-like and soft. He wanted to draw this out (maybe he was hoping to see something change in his daddy's eyes too, just maybe).

"You, Daddy, are the biggest sinner I've ever met. Are you ready to die? Are you ready to find out if everything you preach in that goddamn church is real? I don't believe in god Daddy, but I pray that hell exists just for you. I want you to burn." Sami's mouth was turned down into an angry grimace, and he hissed his words just loud enough to be heard throughout the room. "And just in case it doesn't, we're gonna make you suffer here too."

"Help me get 'im up Dolly, I wanna pin 'im to the wall. Use the kitchen knives." Kai smiled wicked and genuine, planting a kiss on his psycho's temple before grabbing the kitchen knives that he saw and knew could hold a man up (seven, eight, nine). His smile was bright as he sauntered back over and helped Sami haul his devil to the mostly empty wall between the living room and kitchen.

The pretty flower boy (who looked very little like he belonged in the satan red and black of this encounter in his angel white shirt and lightly wrinkled khakis) handed the knives over to Sami one by one, handle first, and watched as Sami did what they came to do. His heart swelled with pride and affection for the man he fell in love with underneath that godforsaken flickering street lamp. And when his pretty psycho was done, the devil was crucified there, on the wall.

"You feel like god now? Huh?" Sami was angry, god he was angry, but he had the upper hand. The man in the mask was strung up on the wall like a morbid family photo, his body spread like the crucifiction and his voice groaning like the undead. Blood was streaming down his hands and feet in thick rivers of red, and he wasn't long to the world.

"Carve him up for me pretty, he's dying anyway." Sami turned to Kai, blood still on his hands, and kissed him hard. "You're better at it than I am anyways." Kai smiled.

"My pleasure."