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skies we'd just left behind. It soared up three stories and spread out in a rambling mixture of steeple roofs, spires, and flat tops. There were mullioned windows framed in iron and stained glass windows portraying bloody biblical scenes. Towers were at both ends and bats hung under the eaves. There were even gargoyles perched on the roof. Though I didn't think the gargoyles were made from stone. They looked...
    “Are the gargoyles real?” I asked Az.
    “ Yes,” he steered me straight to the front door. “Don't make eye contact or they'll think your challenging them.”
    “ Right, don't make eye contact with the gargoyles.”
    Before Azrael could knock, the door burst open and there stood the Devil, red skin highlighted by the fire that raged behind him and smoke billowing around him. He had black cloven hooves for feet and where he stepped, the earth steamed. His tail whipped back and forth violently, the barbed tip of it looking for something to strike, and the black horns on his head curved gracefully at his temples, their tips sharp enough to draw blood by accident. He grinned, exposing double rows of jagged teeth and a thick black tongue that lolled out to moisten his leathery lips. I don't even want to describe how frightening his package was. I tried not to look but it was like a train wreck. He held a clawed hand out to me and spoke.
    “Welcome to Hell, Godhunter.”
    “ Dad,” Azrael groaned before I could say anything. “Cut it out, I hate it when you do this.”
    “ Fine,” Satan growled and dropped his claw. “Just ruin all my fun. It's not like I get a lot of chances to show off.”
    “ If you want to shock people, why don't you go to a rave or something?” I suggested after I got over my initial surprise. Really, after the Ice Blocks and the Mountains of Madness, it was more the way Satan suddenly appeared that startled me, rather than his actual physical appearance.
    “ A rave, huh?” He thought it over. “You don't think I'd end up giving those kids heart attacks?”
    “ Huh,” I considered it. “Yeah, you're probably right. Better go scare some mobsters instead.”
    “ Ah, nice one,” he nodded. “I like her,” he said to Azrael.
    “ Great, Dad,” Az huffed. “Maybe you can change back now?”
    “ What?” Satan blinked and then shook himself. “Oh, right, sorry bout that.”
    He shimmered, the red of his skin sparkling for a second before it toned down and left him looking just like Azrael. He was practically Azrael's twin, except his hair was even shorter than Az's and his build was a little leaner. He probably didn't work out as much, all that soul carrying can do wonders for the physique. Oh, and he had diamond wings to match his eyes. I know it sounds crazy, they were definitely made of feathers and not actual diamonds but they sparkled like the cut stones, glittering with all the colors in the rainbow and shooting glimmers everywhere. In the dark entryway, he shone like purity itself. Now this was why they called him the Morning Star.
    He was wearing worn jeans, just like Azrael liked to do, with boots and a blue T-shirt that read Root of All Evil and had an arrow pointing down to his crotch. I liked him immediately.
    “ Oh, sugar,” he swore and rushed back inside. “I forgot to put my game on pause.”
    “ Sugar?” I looked at Azrael with wide eyes.
    “ Dad's not a big curser,” Az shrugged and led me into the house.
    Gone was all the fire and smoke. In its place was a classy foyer with a large Persian rug, tasteful artwork, and a carved wood staircase that curved up to the second floor. Lucifer had disappeared into the doorway on the right and we followed him in there.
    He was standing before a gigantic flat screen TV mounted to the pristine cream wall above a white marble fireplace. The couch directly behind him was a light peach cotton and overstuffed. The other furniture was delicate looking, carved tables inlaid with mother of pearl, spindly legged chairs