Thankfully my priorities are in line: get laid.save y not to blow up kitchen appliances.and get laid again. With new powers emerging daily, keeping my Demon side, horniness and general disgust under wraps doesn’t make it any easier to fit in with the humans.
And if that isn’t craptastic enough, the damn Sword of Death is missing again and who ever has it wants the King of the Underworld dead. Instead I end up in Kentucky looking for the Balance of Chaos, avoiding pole dancing classes with Mother Nature and finding out my invisible friend is a silver skinned destructive weather pattern. All I want to do is get to home base with the hotter than Hades Demon of my dreams and work on my dark side so Satan, my dad, will get off my ass. Leaving Hell to represent my race is not high on my list of things to do. My magic is iffy at best and downright dangerous at worst. I’m a twenty-one year old virgin and I have a battery operated boyfriend. Eden, Kentucky to be more specific-where nothing is exactly as it seems. Where does a Demon go when she gets deported from Hell? Kentucky.
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