capabilities, even if they were supernatural ones.
Then a sudden thought hit her. “We could help each other out. I saw my vision. The one that tells me what I have to do in order to stop the world from collapsing or whatever. But I’m not going to do it, and you could help me protect who they want me to kill.”
Like a cheesy magician, Asmodeus formed out of a puff of black smoke in front of her. Kala almost wanted to laugh. She guessed he had taken her “douche-bag” fashion comments seriously because he was now dressed in dark looser-fitting jeans and a nice button up shirt with only one button unbuttoned. Of course, now he looked like a Banana Republic model, but at least he was putting in an effort. Although Kala didn’t know if she should be scared or flattered that he cared enough to listen to her insults. Maybe he needed adoration more than she had guessed. The fact that she had no interest in him whatsoever must have really bothered him.
Good , she thought to herself. Even Demons are typical males .
“What is your task?” Asmodeus asked Kala with curiosity. Kala could tell that having one of these Atlases in front of him was extremely exciting to Asmodeus. She figured he’d probably been hunting them down for decades, maybe thousands of years, so to have one standing in front of him, must have been mind-blowing.
Kala decided she’d just be honest. She really believed that Asmodeus was the key to saving Jack. “To kill Jack.”
Kala looked Asmodeus in the eye and with as much intensity as she could muster added, “And I will never do that. Will you help protect him and get us somewhere safe?” she asked.
A plan was forming in Kala’s head as she talked. If Asmodeus could find her anywhere, maybe he could disguise her anywhere, too. At this point, Kala just wanted this whole thing to be over. And to be completely honest, Kala felt that if she didn’t kill Jack the world wouldn’t end. Maybe this would be the way to break the Atlas curse: not do anything. Kala just wanted Jack to be safe, and though it was hard for her to admit, she wanted to be safe with him. Jack had said he loved her and she had said nothing back. Kala wanted to show him how much she loved him. By saving him.
Asmodeus stared at Kala in dumb shock. After a moment he finally spoke, “You’re serious.”
“Deadly,” Kala confirmed. “I didn’t ask for this. I still don’t believe I’m not having the most surreal roofie trip of my life. But, trip or not, I’m not killing Jack.” Kala felt tears welling up in her eyes. Just saying the words killing Jack out loud were painful. In that moment she didn’t care if the world did collapse, as long Jack was alive. It was the first time Kala truly understood why someone would pick ‘the one’ over ‘the many.’
Asmodeus smiled at Kala and she found it frightening. Though she had expected Demons to look like horned devils, having a stunning looking man stare at her with ancient eyes was way more terrifying. “This is not at all what I expected. It makes me wonder how many Atlases I could have made deals with, if I could have found them.”
“How did you find me? Do I have a smell or something?” Kala wanted his help, but she also wanted to ditch the guy.
“Smell?” Asmodeus laughed. Kala had to admit, he looked almost normal when he laughed. “No. Once I touch a human, I can find them anywhere in the world. People are all unique, like a signature.”
“Signatures can be forged.” Kala tried to punch a hole in his theory, or at least tried to think of a way to disguise her “signature.”
“But souls cannot.” Asmodeus grinned maliciously.
He had her there. How could Kala disguise her soul? Yeah, that wouldn’t be hard at all!
“Does Penny have the same ability to track me as you do? Can you hide me from her and the Molonies or whatever?” Kala worried about “the good guys” finding them and trying to force Jack to kill her, or worse, trying to make her
Then a sudden thought hit her. “We could help each other out. I saw my vision. The one that tells me what I have to do in order to stop the world from collapsing or whatever. But I’m not going to do it, and you could help me protect who they want me to kill.”
Like a cheesy magician, Asmodeus formed out of a puff of black smoke in front of her. Kala almost wanted to laugh. She guessed he had taken her “douche-bag” fashion comments seriously because he was now dressed in dark looser-fitting jeans and a nice button up shirt with only one button unbuttoned. Of course, now he looked like a Banana Republic model, but at least he was putting in an effort. Although Kala didn’t know if she should be scared or flattered that he cared enough to listen to her insults. Maybe he needed adoration more than she had guessed. The fact that she had no interest in him whatsoever must have really bothered him.
Good , she thought to herself. Even Demons are typical males .
“What is your task?” Asmodeus asked Kala with curiosity. Kala could tell that having one of these Atlases in front of him was extremely exciting to Asmodeus. She figured he’d probably been hunting them down for decades, maybe thousands of years, so to have one standing in front of him, must have been mind-blowing.
Kala decided she’d just be honest. She really believed that Asmodeus was the key to saving Jack. “To kill Jack.”
Kala looked Asmodeus in the eye and with as much intensity as she could muster added, “And I will never do that. Will you help protect him and get us somewhere safe?” she asked.
A plan was forming in Kala’s head as she talked. If Asmodeus could find her anywhere, maybe he could disguise her anywhere, too. At this point, Kala just wanted this whole thing to be over. And to be completely honest, Kala felt that if she didn’t kill Jack the world wouldn’t end. Maybe this would be the way to break the Atlas curse: not do anything. Kala just wanted Jack to be safe, and though it was hard for her to admit, she wanted to be safe with him. Jack had said he loved her and she had said nothing back. Kala wanted to show him how much she loved him. By saving him.
Asmodeus stared at Kala in dumb shock. After a moment he finally spoke, “You’re serious.”
“Deadly,” Kala confirmed. “I didn’t ask for this. I still don’t believe I’m not having the most surreal roofie trip of my life. But, trip or not, I’m not killing Jack.” Kala felt tears welling up in her eyes. Just saying the words killing Jack out loud were painful. In that moment she didn’t care if the world did collapse, as long Jack was alive. It was the first time Kala truly understood why someone would pick ‘the one’ over ‘the many.’
Asmodeus smiled at Kala and she found it frightening. Though she had expected Demons to look like horned devils, having a stunning looking man stare at her with ancient eyes was way more terrifying. “This is not at all what I expected. It makes me wonder how many Atlases I could have made deals with, if I could have found them.”
“How did you find me? Do I have a smell or something?” Kala wanted his help, but she also wanted to ditch the guy.
“Smell?” Asmodeus laughed. Kala had to admit, he looked almost normal when he laughed. “No. Once I touch a human, I can find them anywhere in the world. People are all unique, like a signature.”
“Signatures can be forged.” Kala tried to punch a hole in his theory, or at least tried to think of a way to disguise her “signature.”
“But souls cannot.” Asmodeus grinned maliciously.
He had her there. How could Kala disguise her soul? Yeah, that wouldn’t be hard at all!
“Does Penny have the same ability to track me as you do? Can you hide me from her and the Molonies or whatever?” Kala worried about “the good guys” finding them and trying to force Jack to kill her, or worse, trying to make her
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