After satisfying my demon and my visit with Uncle Lucifer, where he challenged me to a one-on-one with him to prove that I was not becoming soft or losing my touch as a demon, I was feeling physically exhausted and collapsed on my bed very dramatically before I fell into a deep slumber all night long. Demon’s don’t dream, but if we did, I’m sure I would dream of Abby, with her high blonde ponytail and denim jacket, standing outside of her house looking at me longingly as I walked away slowly. I would probably dream about her running and wrapping herself around me before planting a kiss on me. I opened my eyes and sighed, not-dreaming was one of the downsides of being a demon, I always wondered what it was like to have your own dreams. I could enter others’ dreams and control them, turn them into nightmares when appropriate, but I never got to experience one myself. It sounded nice, having an escape for a little while

Damien drove me home and I stared at him the entire way there, but he didn’t look at me at all. Usually, he is stealing glances just like I was of him, but now, he was dead focused on the road. Did I say something to upset him? He opened the car door for me and walked me to the front door of the house to see me safely inside before leaving, “Your mom will be home in just a minute, I need to get going before she sees me,” was all he said before he returned to his car and drove off. I watched his car disappear behind the other houses and my mom’s red Subaru appeared not even two seconds later. Did he see mom get in her car after we drove off? Mom parked in the driveway and walked over to me, “What are you doing standing out front, hon?” she asked with a concerned look on her face. Her cheeks were especially rosy from the brisk air and her hair slightly ratty from the wind. “I just

I woke up the next morning completely disoriented. What did I just dream? Was that real? No, it wasn’t real, it was a dream, a dream, and nothing more. I sat up on my bed and shook my head back and forth a couple of times before standing up to go to the restroom. I got dressed and brushed my teeth before even having breakfast, which was very much unlike me. I was eager to see when I got outside if I would feel my way to Damien’s house, but if I were going to walk, I needed something to boost my energy, I have no idea how long I’m going to be walking. “Good morning Abby,” my mom greeted me as I entered the kitchen. “Morning, mama,” I greeted back. “Did you sleep well?” She asked. “Yeah, weird dreams, though. Very weird,” I shook my head as I recalled everything, including my dream when I napped. “It’s so

I got away from him as fast as possible. I couldn’t believe someone would actually say that they wanted you to go to Hell and mean it in a romantic fashion! I ran up and into my room to lay down, completely ignoring any chance of running into my mom. I had left for my walk before lunch, and my stomach reminded me that it was past dinnertime when I got home. I took a quick glance out my window and saw Damien just starting to leave, I still couldn’t believe him. Not only was he a demon, but he wanted to take me back to Hell with him and live with him there! I was too caught up with all my thoughts that I hadn’t heard my mom knock on my door, “Abby, hon, you okay?” 

I tried my hardest not to look at her too much as she sat there nervously in the courtroom, but she was so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself at times. Officer Daniels knocked on my door and told me that there was a young woman here to see me and I knew exactly who he meant, “Let her in,” I told him and he opened the door for her. “Hi,” she greeted shyly as she walked in, her long blonde hair almost looking brown due to it being wet from the rain. “Hi,” I replied as I put my judge’s robe on a hanger to the side of my desk. I saw her fiddle with her fingers as she stood there in front of my desk, “Can I do something for you?” I asked as I sat down at my desk across from her, remembering to tread lightly. She stared at me for a moment before she spoke, “You never appeared in my dreams,” she sounded sad. &ldq