Chapter 4 Celix
This was all going completely ass-up. All our Cambion retrievals were kids.
It was rare they were adults because it meant one thing.
And that one thing hadn’t happened since long before I was born.
Who did this? And we weren’t going to have some kid grateful to meet their dad.
She wasn’t scared of us, and she wasn’t scared of Kujo, either. She was going to be mad.
We usually would have swooped in, pretended to be in costume, and explained everything before we asked about taking the kid home to meet their dad. It was usually their dad, but sometimes, like in Kujo’s case, it was their mom.
We’d never surprised anyone naked before.
It was always some Cambion who was either crying because their magic had just shown up and they were scared or they were trying to figure out how to do it again because they thought it was cool.
Demon powers usually showed up when emotions were high. What was this one going through?
She was glorious. I was trying not to stare when we got back to Hell, but she was naked and spitting mad. She made good on her threat and kicked Kujo right in the nuts. He fell to his knees, wheezing, and glared at her with murder in his eyes.
Kujo always complained he got attacked more than the rest of us, and maybe he was right, but he had it coming this time.
She was beautiful and naked, but Nero was in incubus, and even he managed to avert his eyes.
We were down to the wire because the human authorities were there, but he could have handled it better than bringing her here naked without telling her anything.
Her towel had been ripped away going through the portal, so she was naked again.
I wanted to look, but didn’t. This was the holding area for Cambions, so there were toys here, but not a single piece of women’s clothing.
She seemed like she was okay with her body, but if she didn’t like how you were looking at her, she’d let you know.
I ripped my shirt off and handed it to her.
She pulled it over her head, and it fell past her knees because I was a big demon.
I could finally look at her. Long, white-blonde hair and big, blue eyes.
Yeah, I could guess who her father was, but I didn’t know how he was her father.
I mean, I understood the mechanics, but it wasn’t possible.
“So, we should explain,” I said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m in my shower with a head injury, hallucinating all of this. Either that or I’m dead and this is Heaven for all the people who read or write monster fucker books.”
“Actually, you’re in Hell,” Nero beamed. “Welcome.”
She looked around. We weren’t in the fiery inferno torture part of Hell.
We were in the residential part where all the demons lived.
It was nice here. You only had to go to the bad parts if it was your job to torture souls.
Kujo constantly bitched about having to fetch Cambion, but we could have had that job.
Still, I wasn’t quite sure I’d break it to her like that.
“Well, that was the world’s shittiest, longest marketing campaign ever. Especially since I know your weakness is your balls now.”
Kujo growled at her. He’d been bitten and set on fire fetching Cambion kids, but his balls hadn’t been assaulted yet. He really should have let her get some clothes before whisking her off to Hell.
“Don’t you growl at me or I’ll kick you again.”
“You can certainly try!”
Kujo wasn’t going to do a damned thing. He didn’t hurt women or kids, and this particular woman was off limits.
She might just be the answer to fix all of Hell’s current problems.