Page 46 of Monster's Obsession
Oh shit, I hadn’t actually had anything in mind. I’d simply blurted that out in what I assumed was a pointless attempt to reason with the guy.
He gave the partially crumbled building a sly look. “Does it have anything to do with the school?”
Quickly, I shook my head. “No, not at all, I swear!”
Think, Daruka, think. Think, think, think! I needed to distract him so he didn’t cause any more harm to this place and its inhabitants.
He tossed a spell over his shoulder. The nearest demons twisted their heads back and forth, some scratching their heads, like they were confused.
“What did you do?” I asked, momentarily distracted.
“Silencing spell,” Dad said. “I don’t want them to hear this conversation. In fact, I’d prefer if it were only you and I, but somehow I doubt those two behind you will leave us alone.”
“Nope,” Asmoday said. “Sir.”
Krishna shook his furry head.
“So anyway,” Dad drawled, “I am fully aware that you’d make a lousy ruler in Hell.”
“Hey,” I protested. “Wait. You are?”
“Oh please. You’re just like your mother. Such a bleeding heart. Always looking out for the underdog.” He gave the fluffy werewolf a pointed glance.
I cleared my throat and dropped my gaze. While I much preferred to be more like my mother, protecting people like Krishna wasn’t something I consciously did. It just sort of happened.
“The problem is, you’re my daughter. Currently, my only offspring.”
“Currently?”
He shrugged. “I spread my seed far and wide. One of these days, another will take hold. Ever since your mother, I’ve made a concerted effort to only screw women with no morals. I’m sure the next one will be the perfect spawn to groom as my shadow.”
I swallowed thickly. “That sounds…lovely.”
“In the meantime, we need to figure out how to save face here. I can’t let all these followers think you’ve won.” He waved at the sea of demons behind him.
“Yoo-hoo!” Selina stepped out of the tree line, wiggling her fingers and shaking her hips as she made her way toward us on a pair of stiletto heels that kept sinking into the soft earth. Her plaid skirt was so short I suspected we’d be able to see ass cheek if we were behind her. And her shirt was unbuttoned almost to her naval. Her eyes were smoky, her lips a deep burgundy, and her hair was teased about a mile high.
She hadn’t looked like this when we ran into her just a short time ago.
“Hi there,” she said, coming to stand next to me. “I’d like to volunteer as tribute.”
“Tribute?” Dad asked, a red flame sparking to life in his eyes.
“Uh-huh. The idea of birthing the spawn of Satan…” Without taking her eyes off him, she shivered. Dramatically.
My mother had been so stressed early in my life, worried that I’d be more like Dad than her. And then later, she worried that he’d come after me and want me to join him in Hell.
This might be exactly what Selina deserved. Even if it was kind of skeevy to think about a fellow student getting it on with my father.
Dad arched his brows. “My soul is so black, my sperm doesn’t work very well. It will take lots of practice before we get so lucky.”
Ew, had he and Mom done it more than once? I’d always been under the impression it had been a poor choice one-night stand.
Selina dropped her gaze to his shiny shoes and then dragged it up to his slick hair, pausing for an unnecessarily long time on the groin area. She licked her lips. “I think I’m up for it.”
“You need to be sure,” Dad said, wagging his finger at her. “Consent is important. Even to the devil.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Also, you’re going to have to quit this place.”
“That’s okay. I hate my roommate anyway.”