Dream Unreal

Opening the door slightly, I took the phone with my good hand from Cash. He was turned away, which I appreciated.

“You have some explaining to do Lucy!” I spoke into the phone with my best accent, closing the door.

I heard the nervous laugh coming from Reggie.

“Before you crucify me, first let me say, it was his idea, and he held my by the throat, with a valuable pot of gold.” Her words were rushed out, but she knew I wasn’t exactly mad for the sudden appearance of a missing Devil.

“So, how’d you.. do it?” I asked.

“I really didn’t, he did. I merely helped, a small bit.” She was skirting the details.

“Do I even want to know?” I said, imaging all sorts of blood sacrifices and the debauchery of hundreds.

“Uh, not really, let's just say he is borrowing someone’s coat. Kinda like a reverse possession, but not.” She sounded cheerful, but she was hiding something.

“You don’t deal in black magic, so there's more to it than your voice is letting on.” I said in a low tone, sens