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lap bars and stood in the carts, slashing and swinging at the jabbing legs. Nothing like a bit of danger to get them excited.
    Usually, Lucifer would have joined in the revelry, his mighty sword in hand—a sword forged of the darkest sins, not the one in his pants. The true Lucifer would have joined in and mocked his minions with his greatness.
    This shadowy version of the Dark Lord sat huddled on the bench clutching the bar.
    It sparked her annoyance. “Aren’t you going to help?”
    “I can’t, the cart is still moving. I could fall out.”
    With a growl of annoyance, she smacked him in the back of the head. “Man up! Kill something.”
    “But they’re icky,” he said with repugnance, trying to wipe a sticky remnant of web from his pants.
    “Then blast them with your mighty ire.”
    Big eyes regarded her with a woebegone expression she’d never expected to see on his face. “How can you ask me to destroy them when they are living creatures who are just doing what nature intended?”
    He had not just said that. Lucifer, advocating a non-violent solution?
    No. Just no.
    Most people spoke of the fire that shone in Luc’s eyes when his emotions ran high, but most failed to mention the green turbulence in hers when her temper got riled. “Since you like the spiders so much, how about one as a pet?” Twirling her finger in the air, she created a mini vortex, one that caught a dangling strand with a cat-sized arachnid on the end. Just a baby really, but perfect for her purpose.
    With a scissoring motion, she snipped the silken cable and dropped the eight-legged freak into her fiancé’s lap.
    The scream he uttered trebled off the charts—and proved very unmanly. Yet, it did have an effect. So shrill did he shriek that the attacking spiders paused in their attack, and then, one by one, they burst.
    It wasn’t pretty. Or gentle. Or dry…for everyone else. She managed to pop a shield around herself.
    Purple ichor covered the group, and for a moment, stunned silence froze their voices.
    Then, as one, his minions shouted, “All hail the mighty spider slayer, Lucifer.”
    And while Luc blushed and ducked his head at the praise, she couldn’t help but note his bearing seemed a little straighter.
    #ishestillinthere

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    @GaiaLuc4ever: Hope my inadvertent murder of the spiders doesn’t make it rain on the big day. #sorry #needsadrycleaner
    A s they passed from the now empty spider lair into another section of dark tunnel, Lucifer slumped in the seat.
    Chin up, bucko. You were the star back there.
    More like murderer.
    Exactly. You showed those bugs who is boss. And you liked it.
    Lucifer wanted to deny it, but then he would be lying. A part of him had enjoyed the rush of power as it blew out of him. Basked in the adulation of his friends, and the glowing thanks in Gaia’s eyes.
    It’s called pride. Nothing wrong with that.
    Except for the fact that pride led to other sins.
    “Blowjob for your thoughts,” Gaia murmured against his ear.
    Accept the offer!
    “No need for bribery. I was just mulling over the fact I lost control back there.”
    “Or finally regained some,” she countered. “When are you going to admit the real you is the guy we saw back there?”
    He shook his head. “No. That man is a killer. A demon without conscience.”
    “Exactly, and that guy is the Lord of Hell we all know.”
    “But he’s bad.” Wasn’t he?
    As if reading his doubts, she replied, “Would a bad guy have so many people want to come on this quest?”
    “Quest? What quest?”
    Gaia bit her lip. “I meant join on us on this marvelous Jack and Jill adventure.” She uttered a high-pitched laugh that he recognized as false. “Just a bunch of friends showing us a good time before our wedding.”
    Since when was it a good time to try and kill the bride and groom?
    Kill? Bah. As if a mere amusement park ride could manage that.
    The train rocketed from a tunnel into a new room, brightly lit with overhead lights and wooden