Chapter 6

“Hello, Sandra,” I greeted one of my three most recent girlfriends, a sultry Cuban babe with golden skin to match her golden hair.

“Hello ... Jack,” Sandra told me as if somehow expecting this reunion.

“You don’t seem shocked at all. Not even by the involvement of Lilith,” Nicki observed.

“Well ... somehow ... even with the breakup, I knew ... I have some family who are ... active in the occult, in Santeria, in fact. I just ... knew that you were supernatural somehow. You’re not ... the Antichrist, are you?” Sandra wondered aloud.

“Why do people keep asking me that? No, technically, I’m not the Antichrist, but you know, strictly speaking, I was ... scheduled ... to be the Antichrist. Those plans ... are not quite in play anymore. Instead, I’m rewriting the canon. As in, editing Scripture. Some parts of the old plan are still in place, but I edited out that ‘Lake of Fire’ nonsense to save my own skin ... and Jessica’s here. In the process, I also helped Nicki here ... and Lilith. So they’re kinda sweet on me as a result,” I summarized things a bit for Sandra’s benefit.

“Lilith is ... her. The demoness, right? Adam’s first wife?” Sandra inquired a bit more.

“Yes, you could say that,” Lilith licked her lips and laughed, “I’m a succubus, dear, the first to ever truly exist ... well, other than Nicki here.”

“Nicki ... is a succubus, too?” Sandra clearly tried to make sense of things, so much so that I could picture the wheels turning in her mind.

“Actually, I’m the Devil,” Nicki explained now, changing into her truest ... fallen angel form now, as Lucifer.

“Madre de Dios! El Diablo? El Diablo!” Sandra paled a bit, wet the golden silk panties that were her only clothes at that moment, and crossed herself while chanting in Spanish.

“More like ‘la Diabla,’ dear. I’m female, cursed to be so by Jehovah forever for part of my everlasting torment, the only part that stuck. Though I can briefly assume male shapes, they don’t last long, trust me. But, yes, I’m Satan. I just prefer to be called Nicki, okay?” the Devil clarified, obviously feeling tired of introducing herself like that.

“Okay, then ... could I ... make a deal with you, then?” Sandra shocked us all now with her easy transition to acceptance ... and eagerness to make a pact with Lucifer.

“Little lady, do you grasp the price that you’d have to pay if you made such a deal? It’s not for the faint of heart, okay? No, for the record, I’d never burn a sweetheart and total knockout like you, it would be like destroying art, but your soul would be mine to do with as I pleased forever. Contrary to movies and literature, there are no loopholes and there is no escape clause from eternal damnation. Are you certain that you wish to make such a leap of faith?” Nicki insisted.

“Yes ... I am,” Sandra assured her.

“Okay, how many wishes shall I grant her? One, two, three?” Nicki turned to me, much to Sandra’s shock.