Book of Mirrors I: The Celestials
LJ started, his hands gripped her waist and blue-black ichor, the color of demon blood, dripped from it.
"I told you not to call me that." she gritted her teeth.
"Your name's too long, and you're one to talk, calling me a drink every chance you get." LJ said, grinning ruefully, "Here, let me take care of that."
"No, it's fine. I'll heal soon enough." Veronica said, "Those blasted leviathans, I will have their heads once I find their horde. And those succubi...Asmodeus' legion. I will have them--"
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