Chapter 13 Sydney
For a massive demon with horns and a tail, Nero had to be the cutest thing I’d ever seen over the idea of possibly getting to work with Wrathhog and getting to meet her again.
I already knew the hangover potion worked damned well, so there was no need for Kujo to be that grumpy that Nero was that excited.
“Let him have this. If you’re mean to him, I’ll smash your nuts harder.”
Kujo scowled at me and moved entirely across the room. Dick. My fancy demon butler came in and announced Wrathhog. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.
I didn’t know who her mother was, but she could pass for a human. Like, a hot professor or librarian human. She was wearing a blazer, pencil skirt, and smart heels. She had her red hair pulled up in a bun and she was wearing cat-eye glasses. Wrathhog was also shorter than me.
Honestly, I loved that she was the most terrifying thing to all the wicked souls down here.
To the point that she had a fan club because her torture methods were legendary.
That honestly should have put me off, but maybe it was the side of me that came from Lucifer that was silently singing “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago.
She was sizing me up, and I was just grinning like a complete fucking idiot.
“So, we are like, cousins, right?”
“In theory. It’s never actually been scientifically proven my father and yours share DNA.”
“Yeah, but I haven’t been here long and your dad is really cool.
I’ve never met him, but, apparently, mine isn’t some loser who abandoned his kid.
I really like Abaddon, but the rest of these assholes are pompous douchebags who are responsible for all the bad things in Hell.
Kujo can probably protect me on his own with just the power of his bad mood.
Want to help me start a revolution while we find Lucifer? ”
Wrathhog gave me this grin, and I actually broke into goosebumps because she was kind of scary.
“Oh, I’m so in. Dad and I have talked about how we’d do it over family dinners.
I wasn’t born on Earth to a mortal. My mother is a succubus, and she’s been married to my dad for ages.
The princes always shit on mom and I had to work twice as hard.
I don’t think they realize there are no female fallen angels here.
Any female angels probably think worse of them than they do of us because they started a war. The entire thing is ridiculous.”
“Good, then you already have some ideas. We’ve got princes, factions, and zombies repeating your name so we’re probably going to have to fix that and I stopped watching The Walking Dead after they killed my boy, Glenn.”
“Fascinating. But none of our ideas would have worked. If you really want to unite people, you have to give them someone to hate or shit on. Most of the princes figured that out and have done it. The demons who are getting shat on would rally behind you, but you’re going to have to give the ones who have nothing but the fleeting sense of superiority something to bring them to your side. ”
“Everyone loves you, though,” Nero said with big, moon eyes.
“Demons do because my dad told me if I wanted respect, I was going to have to earn it. He didn’t pull any strings like the other princes did with their kids.
I literally worked in a kitchen washing dishes when I was in school and I tried out a few jobs before I settle on one.
I changed my name, so I got the jobs on my own merit instead of Dad’s name.
Most the of princes and their spawn do not love me. ”
“Most of them are mean,” Nero whispered, like we were going to yell at him for saying that.
I wasn’t, and I didn’t think Wrathhog would, either. She just gave him a gentle smile and patted his arm. Yeah, I liked her.
“No, I agree with you. They are awful. You might get Asmeodeus’s kids on your side, but just the women. You don’t want to deal with their brothers and one of them is a twin, so I can’t guarantee they won’t find out.”
“Okay, so this is all new to me. I have a general idea about what’s going on here. I need to know everything.”
“’Bout time, princess,” Kujo grumped.
I flipped him off because it wasn’t my fault I didn’t know any of this.
The asshole flipped me off right back.