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Everything turned out as planned; even got a free
coffee out of the deal. He looked at his watch —
end of his shift already. He grabbed his trench
coat and headed for the main exit. He passed
Penny at the front desk. “Detective Harvey!” she
waved for him to come over. He walked to her,
“I didn’t want to ask earlier because of all the
guys around,” Penny said bashfully. “But I have
no plans for tomorrow night and was wondering if
you’d like to go see a movie with me.”
Cole was caught completely off guard and unsure
of how to respond. He had not been on a date
since before Maria’s death. Plus there was the
not-so-little matter of Zafira.
“Well, I may have plans then, so…”
“It’s okay, Detective Harvey,” Penny said as she
scribbled on a piece of paper. “Here’s my number.
Just give me a call if you’re ever free or just want
someone to talk to, okay?”
Cole took her note and smiled. “Thanks. I’ll do
She smiled back as he left for his car. He did not
have time to chat with her more — he already
had a date with a super-sexy succubus.
Cole opened the portal to Zafira’s lair using the
crystal she gave him. This time he knew not to
jump forward; he still had a bruise from his fall
the last time.
When Cole stepped through the portal, Stacy, the
she-devil, pounced on him, knocking him down to
“What the f–k is this thing?!” he shouted,
struggling to no avail to get her off him.
“Stacy! No!” Zafira shouted from across the room.
Stacy whined, crawling off Cole. So much for
avoiding more bruises. Zafira stood above him,
completely naked in her all-natural demonic form.
She offered him a hand and pulled him off the
Cole brushed himself off. “I assume that’s your
“Yes, she’s my pet devilkin — Stacy.”
Cole looked at Stacy, now perched on the back of
Zafira’s couch like a cheetah. She too, was
completely naked. Cole felt a slight twitch in his
g—n after looking at her athletic, bright red body.
“Go ahead and pet her; she doesn’t bite,” Zafira
Cole walked over to the couch and lightly put his
hand on Stacy’s head. He ran his fingers through
her blonde fringe cut hair and pigtails. She
smiled, then licked Cole’s arm with her
unnaturally long forked tongue.
“I think she likes you,” Zafira giggled.
“Where did she come from?” Cole asked.
“She transformed herself into a devilkin after
stealing Gabriel’s prayer beads. Honestly, I don’t
think I could have gotten his heart without her.”
“She was human?” he shouted apprehensively.
Zafira sat on the couch and stretched. “That’s
right — and spare me your goodie two-shoes
routine.” “That reminds me, something I’ve been
meaning to ask you — where do demons come
from, exactly? I know you’re from Hell, but…”
“Give Stacy one of your patented massages and
I’ll tell you,” Zafira interrupted.
“Come. Sit next to me, you’ll see.” Zafira replied.
Cole stopped petting Stacy and walked around to
the front of the couch. He was unsure of what
she was up to. Better stay on my toes, he
He sat down beside the naked demoness. She
stretched her wings out and wrapped her left
wing around his back. She whistled at Stacy, who
crawled across both their laps, laying face down
Cole’s hands started rubbing the back of Stacy’s
legs. Her bright crimson skin was very warm to
the touch. It was such an odd sensation. Stacy
purred, her head now directly in Zafira’s open lap.
“Unlike humans,” Zafira started. “Demons as well
as angels, are created, not born. They are either
created by magic or the natural transformation of
a soul when a mortal dies. Most souls do not
transform however. Only the purest or most
depraved souls evolve. Pure souls becoming
angels and corrupt souls becoming demons.”
“So then, what happens to the souls that don’t
evolve?” Cole asked, moving his hands across
Stacy’s lower back.