EPILOGUE
Christmas music filled the car, made both better and worse by Abaddon singing along.
Abaddon the Destroyer, Lord of Dis, master of the damned legions, could not sing even a little bit, but he didn’t let that stop him trying.
Belial lay on the back seat, paws crossed over his head and a resigned expression on his face.
“How are you so bad at this?” I complained with a grin, struggling to focus on the winding road. This year, we’d set out on time, and paid attention to the forecast. No terrible blizzards expected, which was fine by me, but I wasn’t about to tempt fate and risk another crash.
“Bad?” Mock offended, my beloved pressed a hand to his chest and exclaimed dramatically. “Me, bad? I will have you know that my singing is famous across Hell.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Entire armies travel miles to avoid it, and the threat of my voice has turned mighty warriors away from the walls of Dis.”
“… I think you mean your singing is infamous.” I struggled not to laugh, grateful that we were nearly at our cabin.
“The same thing,” he proclaimed with supreme confidence. “Like ‘flammable’ and ‘inflammable’, they mean the same.”
“That’s not—oh, forget it.”
I parked the car, and he took my hand, squeezing tight. Our eyes met and his smile lit up the world.
“You, Holly, are the sweetest and best thing to happen to me since the Fall. I love you. I have loved our first year together more than I can say, and I can’t wait to see what the next brings.”
Insufferable. Arrogant. Annoying. There were many words I’d use to describe Abaddon, but they all meant the same thing.
“I love you too, Abaddon. Always.”
The End
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