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It started with one lone Demon deep in the crowd. The clap sounded like a shot in the night. It startled me. Another Demon joined, then another… then another. Soon, thousands of Demons were applauding. The sound echoed and made it seem like hundreds of thousands were participating. It was overwhelming and humbling.
“All hail the Goddess Cecily!” the sophisticated man bellowed, bowing in respect.
En masse they followed his lead. A bizarre feeling of completion washed over me. A month ago, if someone had told me how the show of my life would play out, I would have canceled the entire production. Today was a different story. I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could cut it as the Goddess of the Darkness, but I was going to open my mind to change and give it my best. I would keep my promise of being fair and compassionate. And I would reach my goal of putting Pandora back in her box. My mother deserved it. My people deserved it. I deserved it.
Raising my hands into the air, I produced both purple fire swords. The Demons went silent then dropped to their knees. You could have heard a pin drop into a bed of soft soil.
I smiled at my people. “I am Bitch Goddess Cecily.” My gaze swept the crowd. “Your Bitch Goddess Cecily, and I’d suggest you remember that.”
The cheering were wild. The chants of Bitch Goddess Cecily made me laugh. I’d signed the life-long contract, and it was iron clad. The script for my new role wasn’t yet written. It was a work in progress.
After a few hours of greeting my people, we left with a promise to return soon. The plot of the next episode of the show was finding the Shitty Whore and dealing with her. With the full support of the Demons under my reign, I felt stronger and more confident.
It was time to get the party started.
CHAPTERTEN
The tripback home had been a lot less bumpy than the trip into the Darkness. We’d accomplished our goals, but now there was another wrinkle.
“What language is that?” I asked, squinting at the squiggles on the weathered and yellowed pages of the thick book. It was ancient and leatherbound. It looked strangely out of place on my coffee table, but the good thing was that we had it. It would be even better if we could read it.
“A dead language,” Cher muttered, trying to make sense of it.
Corny, Moon and Irma had found the book and absconded with it. Pandora’s people had fought hard but hadn’t won. The Succubi army, led by Fifi, had only banged fifty flaming assholes into dust. Fifi wasn’t one of the bangers. The others who posed an issue were thoroughly maimed. Fifi was front and center on the maiming part. Many grenades had been detonated. If I thought about the visuals, my stomach roiled. Sushi and Fifi had taken her army back to Vegas to put thebangersinto a sex rehab program. My Succubus self-appointed bodyguard promised to return quickly.
I’d thanked Sushi profusely and told her I owed her a favor. I hoped that didn’t come back to bite me in the ass, but it was the right thing to do. Abaddon didn’t appear too pleased with my offer to the Queen of the Succubi but didn’t comment.
Corny was missing an arm. Irma was minus a leg. Moon was all in one piece. Cher had healed the giddy Demons, and Abaddon had called both Candy Vargo and Lilith to get them up to speed.
“It was thrilling!” Corny gushed as I handed him one of my old bathrobes. He was as naked as the day he was born. He didn’t want to be encumbered by clothing on his mission. Apparently, his flapping nuts had provided a moment of confusion to Pandora’s warriors during my crews’ escape. The Succubi, not ones to miss an opportunity, had taken the opening and went to town. “The henchmen were in the grand ballroom playing Bingo when we arrived. We had no problem sneaking into the library. It was the exit that was a little more complicated.”
“The Tome of Dark Magic was in the same spot as all those centuries ago,” Moon chimed in. “But the kicker was it was under enchanted glass.”
“Which posed a snag,” Corny explained. “Irma tried beating the shit out of it with an axe.”
“Didn’t work,” Irma volunteered. “I even morphed into my mouse form to see if that would freak it out.”
“No luck,” Moon added. “However, Irma’s mouse made Corny pee himself.”
“Ohhh yes!” Corny said, not even remotely embarrassed. “I used the accident to spray the glass with my healthy golden stream. I had the brilliant idea that urine might dissolve the spell.”
“Are you brain damaged?” Cher asked him.
“Define brain damaged,” Corny replied, confused.
“Anyhoo,” Irma quickly chimed in before the conversation could go farther south than it already had. “Moon was the gal who came through!”
“I’m kind of scared to ask, but how did Moon come through?” I inquired.
Moon Sunny Swartz smirked like a fool and rotated her hips. My mouth fell open. Cher cackled. Ophelia gagged, and Abaddon groaned.
“No way,” I said, unsure whether to laugh or scream. “You humped it?”
“Humped that sucker until it begged for mercy,” Moon announced, pumping her fists over her head.
“It was wonderous and slightly disgusting,” Corny confirmed, patting Moon on the back. “Our girl gyrated, slamdogged and hunka-chunked that enchantment into dust.”
“I puked a little in my mouth,” Irma admitted. “But it worked. Moon’s cooch is a weapon!”