Page 91 of A Foster Fling
I sigh from the pain—pain I deserve. It’s better than the ones I received in the human realm, at least.
“Sabnock!”
He roars and the flames along the walls lick up higher, the smell of burnt flesh—of hotdogs—get stronger.
“Blasted hell, demon! Leave us!” the first person snarls.
“You might be the master’s grandson, but you are no master to me!”
The dark figure in my periphery manifests a weapon I cannot comprehend in the state I’m in and suddenly the demon, Sabnock, gets thrown against a cavern wall, singing his own flesh. The smell is different, the burning of demon flesh, but for some reason, it’s a comfort.
The stranger pulls the straps off me and shoves me off the table unceremoniously.
“What is your name, human?”
Coughing up blood, I laugh and cackle at the absurdity of everything that’s happening. I’m in fucking hell, right? Why should I answer this fucker?
Jada! We need answers!
Fuck you, Jaiden. Shut up and let me handle this.
“Fuck you!”
“Human!” The fires lick higher, and I embrace the pain.
It’s when he grabs my neck and lifts me up that my eyes bulge with fear. His eyes, by God, his eyes. They are made of hellfire and boring right into my mind, infecting it like a tapeworm, eating me from the inside.
“Your name!” he demands with menace laced in his voice.
I choke, trying to speak clearly, but his hand around my neck is too tight. He realizes this and tosses me to the ground. Spluttering, I finally choke out, “Jada.”
His eyes flame and his horns glisten. He would be handsome if it wasn’t for something off about him. He reminds me of Jaiden’s reflection in small ways.
“Who is your mother?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” I shoot back.
“Do not test me.”
“You are the one who fucking came in here, disrupting my death!”
“You wish to endure eternal damnation, then?”
“Gladly, you asshole.”
Silence passes for a few moments and I’m contemplating jabbing his eyeballs out.
“You remind me of him.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Jada, where do you hail from?” he asks in a different tone of voice.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“WHERE DO YOU HAIL FROM?”
“I was a bastard child left on the doorsteps of a fire station on the west coast!” Fuck this guy. Fuck his stupid horns and his fucked-up face. What the hell does he need to know this for?