“Take me with you.”
A tear ran down the demon’s cheek. “That’s not
possible Cole. A mortal cannot survive in Hell,
and even if you could, there are demons that
would use you to get to me.”
A human could not survive, but a demon could.
“Then make me a demon.”
Zafira’s eyes widened. “What?!”
“You’re an Aspect now. You can make me a
demon just as Asmodeus made you one. I want
to be at your side, whatever it takes. You told me
Hell isn’t a pleasant place, but neither is this
world without you.”
Zafira pondered his request. “If you do this, there
is no going back.”
Cole leaned in. “There already is no going back.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Have I ever
told you that you’re disgustingly sweet
“Yes, actually,” he grinned.
He leaned forward and kissed his demon queen’s
full lips. Her hands held him tightly. As their lips
locked, Cole felt a surge of energy, as something
grew from his head. He knew what was
happening and he did not care. All that mattered
in that moment was the taste of her mouth.
Two large growths formed between his shoulder
blades. Zafira made sure he felt no pain, only the
soft texture of her tongue wrapping around his.
Their tongues tangled in new ways; his quickly
became forked like hers.
When she broke the kiss, Cole’s body had fully
transformed. His large horns curled backwards,
his new wings extended outward, and his long tail
“You make a sexy incubus, I must say!”
Cole looked over his shoulders and inspected his
new black bat-like wings. “All this feels really
“Stop complaining! I’ll give you a crash course on
flying later. By the way, you might want to pick
up your sword. You’re probably going to need it
where we are going.”
Cole looked at Ragnarok, still laying on the floor.
“I thought it was your sword?”
“Not anymore. It chose you, so you’re its master
He picked up the sword. It gave him the
confidence he needed to ward off anyone who
dare lay a finger on Zafira. Anyone, anything —
demon or angel, Aspect or… or what? He did not
pursue that thought.
Cole got his first glimpse of his new home as
Zafira created a fiery gateway. The torrid planes
of Hell loomed on the other side. The chaos and
rolling fires looked intimidating — but as long as
Zafira was at his side, it would be paradise.
“Farewell, angels,” Zafira said over her shoulder.
“Next time we meet might not be on such
Uriel grinned as he stroked his beard. “I expect
no less, Zafira, Mistress of Lust.”
She looked at Cole. “Mistress of Lust… Has a
nice ring to it doesn’t it?”
“A fitting title, my love.”
While holding hands, walking through the
gateway, Cole remembered something the
Crusader Gabriel once told him. The irony made
The path to Hell was indeed paved with good
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