Chapter 40
So, that was a thing. It was terrifying.
There were other things rushing out of the bottom of the volcano with their dicks out.
I only knew they were imps because of Kujo’s drawings.
Why were their dicks out? They have knives like they wanted to fight.
There were about twenty of them rushing at us.
Fuck me. I had no problem fighting, but I did have a problem when their dicks were out.
They were just…flopping and ugly. And hairy. I was also sure all the imps were drunk. The imps barely came up to my crotch, and they were this weird, greenish-gray color. They had a bulbous nose and really huge eyebrows. Basically, they were just as ugly as their dicks.
“Look out!” Celix said, tackling me.
A knife sailed over my head straight for Wrathhog’s face. She easily caught it and flung it back at the imp who threw it. It buried in his chest and he fell over dead.
“Oh, you are so teaching me that!” I yelled, scrambling to my feet.
The imps were throwing knives and magic, but I realized their magic wasn’t that strong at all.
I decided to be a badass, pick up one of the stray knives and fling it at one of the imps.
Yeah, I’d thought about throwing knives at people in the mortal realm, but I’d never actually done it.
I tried one of those axe throwing places, but this was completely different.
Yeah, I sucked at throwing knives and those little bastards laughed at me. The knife sailed right past them and bounced off a tree. Kujo laughed at me, so I flipped him off.
“You’ll get them next time!” Nero called.
“Next time? What the fuck?”
Was it just me or did all these bastards know I was Lucifer’s daughter and were gunning for me? Damn him for looking so much like me. I was pretty much useless in this fight. I had no magic, and I sucked at throwing knives. I just had to hang back, and I hated it.
Those imps were tiny and ugly, but they were also super fast. They were pretty adept at dodging magic and kicks. It was like getting in a fight with a toddler you gave cocaine and a knife. It looked as annoying, too.
“You don’t have some devil super power to take them out?” I yelled as I dodged a bolt of sickly-green magic.
“I do, but it would also take out your demons and probably you because your magic hasn’t come in yet.”
“Yeah, definitely don’t do that then.”
“Your lover could handle this in two seconds,” Satan pointed out. “I was always against that law.”
“Is this a trick?” Nero asked.
“Do you want to deal with a bunch of imps the hard way when you have the power to deal with this? My wife is a Succubus. I’d let her save the day any old time.”
“Excellent,” Nero said, cracking his neck.
I’d seen his wings before. They were like these glorious dragon wings. They were black with a green-iridescent shine. His wings popped out and this pulse emanated from him. It blew my hair back, but it didn’t affect me at all. The imps all got this dopey look on their faces and hit the ground.
“Badass. Hey, how come Nero can take them out without knocking the rest of us out, but you can’t without smiting four of us?” I asked.
Satan just chuckled.
“You can thank Lilith for that. She thought our creator was a little too liberal with collateral damage. She refined the demons.”
Before I could even comment, my back exploded with pain. I buckled to my knees and cried out. This hurt worse than anything I’d ever experienced before. Did Nero miss an imp and one of them threw a knife in my back? I couldn’t imagine anything else hurting like this.
Another wave of pain hit me and this one was worse than the first. It was so bad, I blacked out.