28. Sydney
Iwanted to be Wrathhog when I grew up. She was a celebrity in Hell, but rad as shit. She was also an amazing teacher and endlessly patient. If I mouthed off, she mouthed off right back like a pro. It was nice having cousins. I hadn’t met the rest of my cousins, but this one was cool.
I could literally tell as her lessons were paying off because it didn’t sound like Kujo, Nero, and Celix were screaming in my head all at once. It would take time for me to learn to filter and then block the thoughts of anyone who didn’t have a working mental shield.
“That’s enough for now. You’ll get a headache if we keep going.”
“I want to keep going,” Kujo said.
What was that nard hiding and why did I think it was from me? Kujo was about the only one I wouldn’t mind peeping on and that was only because he’d gone from being a raging dick to nice to me. What was up with that? Then again, I probably really didn’t want to know what that was all about.
“Then keep going if you want, but you’re going to regret it later. Lilith invited us to dinner after my lesson and you never want to turn down a dinner party from Auntie Lilith.”
I mean, I was down and I had about a million questions for her.
I was sure my demon friends did too because they were learning all kinds of things about their origins.
I had a feeling she couldn’t stand the majority of these angels like I did and might have a different opinion than Satan and Abaddon.
I was pretty sure Satan didn’t care for them that much either and had limited their time around his kids.
“Is the dinner party going to be full of prudish bitch pigeons?”
“No. Her dinner parties are legendary and she only invites people she likes. And even if she likes someone, she might not invite them if it’s a seven-course meal with a side of agenda. You’re a five-foot-eight agenda with bronze wings if I ever saw one.”
“I actually have my own agenda, thanks, but I’m willing to combine them.”
“I’m fairly certain your agenda, my agenda, and Lilith’s agenda are all aligned.
My dad’s too, but she told me the only angels allowed at her party are the half breeds, so Dad is going to need to prove himself to her until she rules all the Fallen out.
You’re going to need to dress up. Did you bring anything? ”
Absolutely not. I wasn’t as attached to fancy dresses as I was to comfy yoga pants, broken in jeans, and my vast collection of book related tops. I associated dresses with funerals and boring events with pretentious people at my ex’s work.
“So, I’m a lot shorter than you, but you and my mother are about the same size.
Mom has impeccable taste and a personal tailor.
Her clothes are beautiful, but comfortable.
They are also exactly what you would wear to one of Lilith’s dinner parties.
She’d be happy to lend you something and I think you’ll like her style. ”
“Take the outfit,” Nero said. “Satan’s wife is a succubus, so she’ll have decent taste and since she’s got a tailor, the dresses will be done with wings in mind. I’ll bet you look fantastic.”
“Ooh, can I pick it out?” Wrathhog said. “I’m the only girl of the family. I never had sisters to do makeovers with.”
“I didn’t have siblings at all and from what I know about her, I like Lilith. Eliza Doolittle me because I want to make a good impression.”
“You already did or she wouldn’t have invited you. Get cleaned up and I’ll be back with dresses. And I can get suits for the guys from my brothers’ rooms. I have enough brothers to put something together and they are all scared of me, so they won’t say anything if it’s me who raided their closets.”
Wrathhog was pocket sized, but yeah, I could see her terrorizing her much larger brothers. I really wouldn’t have minded dragging Nero and Celix into the shower with me, but I also knew damned well I wasn’t going to behave myself and I had a fancy dinner party to attend.
But we could play after.