Page 26 of A Date With Demons

After centuries in prison, there’s only one job I can handle, and that’s taking care of my Portia, and my best friend.

Rewd’s intense, craggy face softens when he looks at me. We clasp hands.

“Are you, a war demon, going to be content with this life, in this dimension?”

Rewd’s gaze is intense. “Just us three. For the rest of our lives. In a too-small attic with a tiny, insatiable witch? I’ll take my chances,” he says.

And that’s all my friend needs to say.

I squeeze his hand as Portia looks at us, mid-chant, and smiles.

We’re all ready to fight for what we love.

Epilogue

Portia

Ten yearslater

Bragg and Rewdhave become quite the spectacle at Halloween.

Our little witch enclave was always a hit for the local trick-or-treaters. But now, word has gotten around about my demons’ hyper-realistic “costumes.” Every year on October 31, children from all over the county make a special trip to get candy at Colony Hill.

Which is pretty funny when you think about how many normies love to spread urban legends about razor blades in apples and other nefarious activities on Halloween. Imagine if they knew our guys were real demons.

This year, I’ve given up the Princess Lily costume and I’m going with an angel theme, complete with wings and a homemade halo. I love handing out candy with my mom and dad, plus all the witches from the fabric store, where I now work full time as a custom dressmaker. I designed the dresses for mysister Georgia and Dawn’s wedding, and also for our parents’ vow renewal a few years back.

Things have been pretty quiet lately in our little community, though we’ve all put in our time fighting off the wrath of hell that came for us when I decided to keep Bragg and Rewd in our dimension. Such a fuss over two demons who found true love. After ten years of adventures, the three of us are happily settled into domesticity, having built ourselves a little cottage on Colony Hill, where we’ve been very content for the last ten years.

A gaggle of kids approach Bragg, Rewd and I, looking intimidated at my demon partners. One brave little Spiderman holds out his bag of candy and gives a timid, “trick or treat.”

Rewd, dressed in fur trousers made by me, drops a king-sized Reese’s into the kid’s bag of candy. The kid giggles and scurries away, and now all of his friends have worked up the nerve to approach in the same manner.

Bragg, still the chattier one, charms the little ones. “What a beautiful fairy we have here! Look at Mr. Deadpool! Are you even old enough to watch that movie?”

Kids laugh at his jokes while Rewd goes through the motions.

When the group moves on to the next house, I turn to my succubus demon. “It’s just Deadpool. Not Mr. Deadpool.”

Bragg shrugs and turns the candy bucket over. “Babe, can you magic me some more Reese’s?”

I shake my head. “I’ll just run down to the store to get more. It’s a cheaper price than doing magic.”

Bragg smirks, and I roll up on the balls of my feet, pressing a soft kiss to his chin.

Rewd sighs heavily. “I do not understand the point of this holiday. People can get candy whenever they want.”

Bragg and I turn to him. “Because it’s fun,” I say. “And there are parties and costumes.”

He grunts. “I still do not like parties.”

I giggle. “You, my friend, just do not like people.”

He snatches me from Bragg’s embrace and I let out a yelp of surprise. Rewd kisses me deeply, and I feel it down to my toes.

“But I like you,” he says.

“No, you love me,” I say.