The Devil’s at Your Door. Lais & Lucifer
“Fuck!” The redhead bolted upright in bed, which was thankfully empty. Her previous company had made themselves very scarce. And since she was back to having her weird vision things while asleep, well, she was grateful to be alone. Sweat coated her body as she pulled the sheet up over her chest. Her hand shook as she reached for her dwindling supply of death sticks. She had been avoiding getting more since last time she had had an episode in the middle of the convenience store. That was fun. Not. Okay. Well it wasn’t an ordinary sex dream. She wasn’t in it at all. Was this another vision? Lucifer was back and there was some British demon that he was pounding into the bed. Great. “Can you at least keep it PG?” she muttered, she figured whoever or whatever it was that was sending her these things, well, they weren’t listening. It took a few tries but the redhead managed to light the deathstick she slid between her lips. She would never again complain about the gory visions or anything else as long as she had no more insights into the devil’s sex life. That was something she wanted to stay very far away from. A shudder went through her as she flicked the ashes from her cigarette. “Yeah, that was disturbing. Whoever or whatever the fuck you are, this isn’t funny. You have a twisted sense of humor.” Shaking her head, she leaned back against the headboard and desperately wished she was a drinker. Instead, she took another long drag from the glowing stick of death between her fingers and exhaled through her nose.
As soon as she had finally calmed, she noticed she was no longer alone. Jumping, she dropped the still-lit cigarette and hissed as it landed on the sheet covering her thigh. “Fucking mother fuck!” The redhead managed to pick up the cigarette and stub it out. Turning on the lamp beside her bed she groaned. “Son of a mother bitch. Are you here to kill me? Or are you done boning the demon?” Smart, Laisandra, sass the Devil. That’s brilliant.












