“That’s my wife and step-daughter!” Marybeth screamed, her sword severing through the Demon’s right arm. I was invisible. They both had a rose tattooed on their breast, the thorny vines curling around their tits. “Keep it up, sweet thangs!” I called. Ain’t no demon gonna defeat you.”
“Lionesses!” roared the cheerleaders, their swords falling faster, their faces wild in exultation. We were going to hell. “Gosh, darn it.”
“Momma?” Gabriella whispered. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick. “Well, I reckon we won’t need them knives, now will we?”
“No, great lord,” groveled the demon, his body writhing on the floor. Lord of Flesh and Master of Carnage.”
Marybeth snorted in laughter. “Yes, yes! But they didn’t die. Lust generated it’s own energy, and I preferred that, but we could glut on the power this demon held, slowly bleeding it out of him over the next century while he howled and screamed. Oh, fuck!
