moment to gaze at the enormous black tile shower and the hot tub. The entire apartment was made to lure mortals. He could indulge in orgies every night if he wanted to. So many times he’d overheard sex demons talking about how good it felt to fuck humans. Sinister would have to try it. There was so much in this world he wanted to experience.
“I like that look in your eye,” Jodi said, scurrying around his feet. “Indulgence is good for demons, but remember, you’re not here only to enjoy Earthly pleasures, but to cause trouble. You’ll find that in itself is a pleasure.”
“If you don’t shut that annoying mouth, you’ll spend our allotted time in a smoke cage.”
Jodi frowned. Sinister had the ability to conjure and command magical smoke. A weaker demon, like Jodi, would have little chance of escaping should Sinister decide to bind him. Of course if the little bastard didn’t provide regular reports about Sinister’s progress, the fire keeper might get suspicious.
Sinister wasn’t going to worry about it at the moment. Right now his main interest was in exploring the world.
He glanced at himself in the mirror. The clothes fit his lean, broad-shouldered body perfectly. He returned to the bedroom, put on shoes and socks and walked to the night table where he picked up a black leather wallet. Inside was proper identification as well as cash, credit and debit cards. No doubt he had a sizeable bank account to play with. He’d have to check out his balance at the nearest ATM.
The name on all the plastic was Cinder Wren. His superiors had sure decided to lay the dark and dangerous on thick.
“I’m going out,” Sinister called to Jodi. “If you want to tag along.”
“Well, I’m not going to sit around here all night,” Jodi snapped, hurrying out of the bathroom. “Unless you give me something fun to watch, that is. Like an orgy for example.”
A wicked grin touched Sinister’s lips. “Maybe. Depends on my mood.”
To a demon who had spent his entire existence in hell, the world was a fascinating place.
After inhaling nothing but fire and smoke, even city odors smelled clean. The hum of car engines, human voices, music and hundreds of other sounds stirred his interest.
So many new experiences awaited him -- things he’d studied and practiced within the confines of hell. He could scarcely decide what to do first.
He noticed several people coming and going from a club. Scantily dressed women emanating the aroma of sex, perfume and alcohol drew him toward the place.
Nearing the club, he heard voices coming from a dim alley. He paused and glanced down it. A tall, beautiful, ebony-skinned woman dressed in jeans, boots and a black jacket stood talking to a swarthy, bearded man in a dark suit.
Sinister sensed something… sinister.
“Hey, look at that,” Jodi said, nudging Sinister’s leg.
Sinister glanced down the street toward a young man on a bicycle. Cars passed him and Jodi said, “Interfere. Make him fall in traffic. It’ll be funny and a mortal sin if he dies.”
Sinister wrinkled his nose. “Boring.”
“Not to me.” Jodi chuckled and disappeared only to reappear on the cyclist’s shoulder. The young man headed toward traffic.
A burly man in a truck jammed on his brakes and blew his horn as the cyclist darted in front of him.
The young man blinked as if waking from a dream. He biked to the side of the road and dismounted shakily.
Nearby Jodi rolled on the sidewalk with laughter.
Sinister again considered caging the little monster. He didn’t understand his sense of humor.
Sinister turned his attention back to the alley where the man in the suit said to the woman, “I told you before, Jayden, I’m not answering your questions and if I see your face at my club one more time, I’ll call the cops.”
Jayden. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
“You want them around here even less than you want me, Francois,” she said in a smooth, sexy voice that piqued
“I like that look in your eye,” Jodi said, scurrying around his feet. “Indulgence is good for demons, but remember, you’re not here only to enjoy Earthly pleasures, but to cause trouble. You’ll find that in itself is a pleasure.”
“If you don’t shut that annoying mouth, you’ll spend our allotted time in a smoke cage.”
Jodi frowned. Sinister had the ability to conjure and command magical smoke. A weaker demon, like Jodi, would have little chance of escaping should Sinister decide to bind him. Of course if the little bastard didn’t provide regular reports about Sinister’s progress, the fire keeper might get suspicious.
Sinister wasn’t going to worry about it at the moment. Right now his main interest was in exploring the world.
He glanced at himself in the mirror. The clothes fit his lean, broad-shouldered body perfectly. He returned to the bedroom, put on shoes and socks and walked to the night table where he picked up a black leather wallet. Inside was proper identification as well as cash, credit and debit cards. No doubt he had a sizeable bank account to play with. He’d have to check out his balance at the nearest ATM.
The name on all the plastic was Cinder Wren. His superiors had sure decided to lay the dark and dangerous on thick.
“I’m going out,” Sinister called to Jodi. “If you want to tag along.”
“Well, I’m not going to sit around here all night,” Jodi snapped, hurrying out of the bathroom. “Unless you give me something fun to watch, that is. Like an orgy for example.”
A wicked grin touched Sinister’s lips. “Maybe. Depends on my mood.”
To a demon who had spent his entire existence in hell, the world was a fascinating place.
After inhaling nothing but fire and smoke, even city odors smelled clean. The hum of car engines, human voices, music and hundreds of other sounds stirred his interest.
So many new experiences awaited him -- things he’d studied and practiced within the confines of hell. He could scarcely decide what to do first.
He noticed several people coming and going from a club. Scantily dressed women emanating the aroma of sex, perfume and alcohol drew him toward the place.
Nearing the club, he heard voices coming from a dim alley. He paused and glanced down it. A tall, beautiful, ebony-skinned woman dressed in jeans, boots and a black jacket stood talking to a swarthy, bearded man in a dark suit.
Sinister sensed something… sinister.
“Hey, look at that,” Jodi said, nudging Sinister’s leg.
Sinister glanced down the street toward a young man on a bicycle. Cars passed him and Jodi said, “Interfere. Make him fall in traffic. It’ll be funny and a mortal sin if he dies.”
Sinister wrinkled his nose. “Boring.”
“Not to me.” Jodi chuckled and disappeared only to reappear on the cyclist’s shoulder. The young man headed toward traffic.
A burly man in a truck jammed on his brakes and blew his horn as the cyclist darted in front of him.
The young man blinked as if waking from a dream. He biked to the side of the road and dismounted shakily.
Nearby Jodi rolled on the sidewalk with laughter.
Sinister again considered caging the little monster. He didn’t understand his sense of humor.
Sinister turned his attention back to the alley where the man in the suit said to the woman, “I told you before, Jayden, I’m not answering your questions and if I see your face at my club one more time, I’ll call the cops.”
Jayden. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
“You want them around here even less than you want me, Francois,” she said in a smooth, sexy voice that piqued
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