So why do I feel nothing?
I have the job, the money, maybe I don’t get the respect, but I’m pretty low in the hierarchy corporation-wise. That’s supposed to change the longer I’m with the company… so I’ve been told. I’ve tried to make every “right” decision. Minus the blaring misstep in my apartment.
Lunch comes around and I pull out my phone to text Amber.
Hey I summoned a devil and he’s sitting naked in my apartment. what do I do???
I delete the message and try again.
Are you free this afternoon? I have something I need to show you.
Meet at your place or mine?
Mine please! Around 5:30?
I’ve got a secret so keep this hush hush plz
Bet. Can this be a dinner date too?
You know it, sugar ??
I thought you said you weren’t dating again, sly.
A grin pulls at my lips, and I forget how pissed Amber is going to be when she finds out what I have to show her. I’ll have to splurge on dinner.
CHAPTERFIVE
ROSIER
Minnie’sraunchy read was disappointingly short, a mere 500 pages. It’s fitting that such a tiny book, only the size of my hand, is filled with so much vigor, much like Minnie herself. The tomes of Hell are bigger than my head and twice as long. Devils of a solid mind could memorize those tomes, walk around as living knowledge to dispense to whatever Lord they aligned themselves with. Reciting tomes from memory was never my purpose, but I enjoy reading well enough.
I set the book down on the kitchen counter and contemplate grabbing another book off Minnie’s shelf. None of her books appear especially long, but the vastness of her collection would take me a few days to get through, assuming I did nothing but read. Maybe I’d get to finish her whole library.
Dragged out of Hell to read a horny witch's hoard of smut. Riveting. The Archdevils would flock to me to hear the tale.
I walk to the window and find the world outside illuminated. People are walking about, and the buildings are made of stone, not so different from the towers of Hell. There are little green bulbs growing on scraggly, finger-like appendages right outside her window. Trees, I think they’re called. Childish as it is, I want to look at them closer. I’d read about plants, living but not sentient beings that provide food to the other planes. No such thing grows in Hell. Nothing survives in the clay ground which we used to create brick and mortar for our castles, where lesser devils and damned souls toil.
It’s tempting to open the window and reach out to grab a branch, to touch those green buds for myself. Then I remember I don’t have wings to catch me if I fall. Hadn’t Minnie mentioned if I went outside without clothes I’d be attacked? Mortals are known to be the violent sort–violent, vengeful, greedy, emotional, soft bellied beings but powerful in their own right.
I move away from the window and into Minnie’s bedroom. There is a window in her room as well, the edge decorated with crystals: calcite, pink quartz, citrine, malachite, and topaz. They remind me of home.Don’t be so fucking soft–nothing of this plane can compare to the Hells.
I find a closet, clothing hanging from the ceiling, some of the pieces similar to what Minnie wore this morning. I would never tell her, but she looked nice this morning. I like her better in clothing that clings to her body, giving me a taste of her thighs and ass. My cock twitches as I remember the array of paddles she keeps in this room as well, recalling the face she’d made when she caught me snooping. I consider how nice her thighs would look quivering, red with lashes.
Focus.This plane is getting to me. If I wanted a sopping cunt mewling over my cock, I could get that in the Hells, call on some lusting succubus to ride me in exchange for a place in my palace court. I’m not a King of the Hells or an Archdevil, but being a Prince has its perks.
I shut the closet, accepting that nothing of Minnie’s will fit me. She’s cute when she’s flustered, but I have a feeling if I rip any of her things, I could forget about lounging on her couch. As I’m about to go back to reading, I spot a plush robe hanging off the back of Minnie’s bedroom door. Holding it up against my body, the hem of the robe brushes my knee. This will work.
I slip on the robe, the sleeves barely passing my elbows and the tie around my waist torture in its tightness. Now modest in my clothing, I walk to the exit and step into the hallway where Minnie had argued with Alex. I shut the door to Minnie’s apartment and feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn, and a figure jumps as soon as we make eye contact.
“Wow,” a man chimes. He has brown skin like Minnie’s but darker and much more golden. His hair is a silky black that brushes his shoulders, like mine but not curly. “Sorry,” he chuckles. “Minerva really undersold you.” I raise a brow, which the man must catch because he laughs again. “Don’t take it personally; I’m sure she just doesn’t want to catch feelings.” He approaches, a familiar energy radiating off him. My forehead twitches as my brow lifts higher.
“Unless you want to catch feelings?” he asks. “I guess you are hanging around her apartment and whatnot. I’m Kamsa, by the way.”
He holds his hand out, wanting me to… what, slap it? I have a hunch. Something about this man. “Know your place,” I command from my stomach.
Kamsa tenses, taken aback for a moment before there is recognition in his eyes. “Now do my eyes deceive me?” He bows his head. “I didn’t expect to come across adevilon this plane. I shouldn’t pry but–”
“Minnie summoned me,” I explain to the fellow devil.