Praise Satan

Chapter 11

Zelda snook out of bed the next morning, trying so hard not to wake her love from his deep sleep. She grabbed yesterday's clothing and decided dirty clothes were so last century. She opened Faustus' suit draw and decided to borrow some pants and a shirt. She took a very quick shower and put on the clothes. They had the lingering odour of his musky aftershave still clinging to them. She didn't mind. She decided to teleport herself home, due to the fact that she was wearing no makeup and she had better things on her mind. Knowing that her sister had already left the house since it was 8:30am, she barged into her own room, key in hand, to unlock the draw under the bed and see what she had really written in that tiny little book.
She muttered to herself - "what a pathetic but malicious peace of work"
As she flicked through the pages, her eyes were glued to a page marked "lust".

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥s 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖..

Faustus Blackwood. What a fine piece of work. He's a tough target, but nothing I can't tackle. I've seen the way he looks at sister Jackson, but brother jones told me that he is trying to trick me into thinking he likes her more than me. I will say he is very handsome. He is wise, knowledgeable, Sophisticated, attractive and-
I can't keep acting this way. Usually messing with the warlocks is a game I like to play, but this one. This one feels like it should be more than just a game. Oh dear Satan I feel so lustful. Lust. What a funny feeling that is. Rare, yet so strange. I must gather my thoughts. I heard he's interested in smart witches. Luckily, being smart is my specialty. Until tomorrow. Praise satan. Good night.
Zelda Spellman ~ xx

Zelda's pov:

That was interesting to say the least. Blackwood was always the one. Always. I never understood Lilith and I don't believe she understood me either. She belongs with lucifer or that mortal man Adam.

Zelda laughed to herself as she poured a single glass of whiskey into the glass on the table. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist and a sweet pair of lips trailed across her neck. As she spun around, there he was.

F: I see you stole my clothes Sister Zelda.
Z: I didn't feel like wearing yesterday's odour of sex and sandal wood if I'm completely honest. Besides, I'm very comfortable and I look great.
F: Then consider them yours.

He held her close and didn't let go. He knew that any moment, there would be a kn-

*lilith knocks at the door*

Z: I'll get it dearest you stay here.
F: don't be long.

Faustus knew exactly who it was. He was not pleased with her visitation but if Zelda was happy then he was satisfied. Zelda opened the red oak door slowly.

L: You smell like Faustus Blackwood.

Zelda rolled her eyes at the brunette woman standing at her door.

Z: go home demon.
She laughed with her words as she slammed the door in Lilith's face and went back to her dear Faustus, listening to the sweet sound of her heels clicking against the floor boards.