Sorry, it’s just too cute
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Sometimes, G'xyf'l did not know what was wrong with him. Maybe he’d been on Earth too long. Maybe seeing what humans could do in comparison to demonic lack of imagination had jaded him to the usual temptations.
Either way, he found himself looking off a bridge at the rocky canyon below and not thinking of anything very much, at all.
Then She walked into his life and said, “Long way down.”
“Yeah.” Not that it would do anything but temporarily inconvenience him. She didn’t know that. He had his glamour on and looked like a slightly huge businessman with salt-and-pepper hair and matching beard.
“Take a header into that lot, it’s certain death,” she said conversationally. Also propping herself up on the railing. She had a rubenesque figure that was sadly out of fashion according to the modern standards.
G'xyf'l could just kick some other demons for encouraging the invention of fashion and body standards.
“Yup,” he agreed.
“I wonder if it’s true,” she said.
“What?”
“That jumpers figure out the solution to all their problems on the way down.” A sigh that spoke of a life of sorrow. “Well. Let’s find out.” And she leaped over the railing.
From a standing start.
There was no time. He broke the rules in more than a hundred ways and summoned a Miracle. It was a camouflaged net under the bridge to catch jumpers like herself.
“GOD DAMNIT!”
Oh. Great. She was alive.
“Are you okay?” He clambered over the railing to join her in the netting. “You just went right over and–”
“You’re red. You’ve got a TAIL.”
“Yeah, there’s a little bit of Huldre on my mothers side and–” his brain finally caught up. “CRAP! I let my glamour fade. Look, it’s okay. Demons are just angels that said ‘screw the rules’ right? Does it really matter who does the miracle? And…. well… free will and temptation and… I didn’t want you to die.”
She had apparently calmed down. “You must be shitty at your job.”
“No kidding. I’m about to be demoted to Imp.”
“A seven-foot-tall imp?”
“Yeah. If this little stunt doesn’t get me exiled.”
“Demons get kicked out of Hell?”
“Where do you think Rush Limbaugh came from?”
She laughed. A real, genuine belly-laugh that bought light to the world. Oh yeah. He was in trouble. And in love. Which was worse for a demon, in the eyes of the upper-class. “Thanks,” she said, crawling closer across the netting. “That’s the first real laugh I’ve had in five years.”
And she kissed him.
To Hell with Hell, he thought. I like it right here.
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