The Real Story of Heaven and Hell

Despite my previous disillusionment with my future, I was doing my normal workout. Why you may ask?
Because I’m not giving up my talent just because I’m the princess of Hell. I chugged half a bottle of water and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
Two arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me backwards into someone’s chest.
If I hadn’t seen the tattoos and recognized them as Jimmy’s, I so would have beaten the shit out of the person.
“Hey gorgeous.” He kissed my neck and I squirmed away.
“Don’t, I’m all sweaty and gross.” I wiped my face and neck again with the towel. He pulled me towards him again and I was very aware of the fact that I was wearing a sports bra and short shorts.
Maybe it was the demon in me, but I decided to mess with him a little.
“Can you give me a hand?” I asked. He nodded and I put his hand on my calf. “Pull up until it stops.” Very quickly my foot was high above my head and he was biting down on his lip.
“Sometimes I think you just enjoy torturing me.” He groaned, letting go of my leg slowly.
“Maybe, but don’t deny that you enjoy it.” I rested my head against his chest.
“I admit it. I’m a masochist.” He kissed the top of my head. “It’s nice that I get to just hold you. Before we were looking for Sera or you were sick.”
“I need a shower and then you can do whatever you want.” I winced when I realized what I’d said.
“I think I might take you up on that offer Lili.” He chuckled. I gaped up at him and he laughed harder. “I’m kidding. Go shower and then come out into the living room.”
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I pulled my damp hair into a bun and headed out into the living room. I’d changed into an t-shirt and jeans and a pair of thick socks cuz my circulation to my hands and feet sucks. Sera had bought me countless pairs of fuzzy socks because she hated having my cold feet on her.
Jimmy was lying on his back on the couch, one arm slung over his face. I sat down on his stomach and smiled at the satisfying ‘oof’ he made.
“Trying to crack my nuts again?” He sat up and readjusted so I was sitting in his lap.
“ Nah. I would have kicked you if I wanted to do that.” I kissed his neck just above the handcuffs tattooed into the skin there. “Take off your shirt.”
“I don’t think this is exactly the place for that Lil.” He said hurriedly.
“I’m not gonna rape you Jimmy. I just wanna see your tattoos.” I rolled my eyes and he pouted. He did as I asked however and I spent the next hour examining the tattoos and listening to the stories behind them. Apparently he and Zacky had known each other in their human lives and they had similar tattoos on their backs. Jimmy’s said “Sullivan” and Zacky’s said “Vengeance.” I joked that Sera and I should get matching ones as well.
“Will you take me to get one?” I asked, handing him back his shirt. “Not now, but once this whole mess is cleared up.”
“You don’t have to ask Lili.”
If I never had to stop kissing Jimmy I think I’d be ecstatic. Just being near him makes me feel giddy and lightheaded, and kissing him feels like being electrified.
Well, he can use lightning so I guess it fits.
Things had just started to heat up a little when Cory the Cock Blocker showed up again.
“Are you two rabbits or humans?” She yelled when she saw us.
“Last time I checked I’m a demon and he’s an angel.” I sighed. Why does she show up just when I’m starting to enjoy myself?
“You know what I mean. Am I gonna have to get a hose?” She’s acting like she’s my mom or something.
“Lili, relax.” Jimmy whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and realized they’d started to glow. “Come on.” He took my hand and led me into the kitchen. Cory, figuring out that I needed to calm down a little, left us alone. I leaned against the kitchen counter and closed my eyes.
“I love you.” He murmured kissing my forehead.
“I love you too baby.” I put my arms around him. I went to Hell for him. I’m not ever gonna let go of him.
“Oh, sorry.” Sera muttered, backing out of the kitchen.
“Sister!” I jumped on my sister, almost knocking her over. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s working fine. How’s your stomach?” I nearly committed suicide samurai style down in Hell. I couldn’t imagine her being bonded to Leviathan. My sweet, innocent sister and that…creature. I would have killed myself willingly if it meant Sera would be safe from Leviathan.
I thought back to the promise I’d had to make in my trials. I gritted my teeth and reminded me of the loophole I’d thought of. It would all be okay, as long as I could pull it off.
I shook myself out of my thoughts when I realized they were talking to me.
“Sorry, what?” I asked.
“I asked if you wanted to watch a movie with me.” Sera pouted. “You don’t love me anymore.”
“Girl, I love you but if you say that again I’ll slap you stupid.” I tightened my arms around Sera. “Of course. I’ll even watch one of your sappy ass movies.”
“Good. We’re watching Valentine’s Day.” Sera laughed when I groaned.
“Fine, but after that we’re watching something with blood and gore in it.” I warned her before setting some hot water to boil for tea.
“Can you amuse yourself for a while?” I asked Jimmy. Of course, as soon as I said it I realized the innuendo I’d just uttered.
“Go spend some time with your sister.” He gave me a peck on the lips before heading back into his bedroom, which he rarely got to use anymore thanks to Sera and me.
So I spent most of the evening watching sappy, crappy chick flicks with my sister. I managed to get some James Bond movies into the mix so it wasn’t entirely horrible.
But I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it meant to bond with a demon. I made a mental note to ask Professor Matt later.