There were five of them in the room, but

There were five of them in the room, but only two still lived. Karen stood, narrowed eyes never leaving Geoff. "Which one of us did this?" he asked, voice thick. She didn't know.

The three corpses floated to the ceiling, the heads snapped around, coal black eyes, fangs, forked tongues they hissed at me and Geoff. One of us had let Satan into the room

. It was so cool! Satan looked nothing like I imagined. He, first of all, was a she. Satan had big poofy blonde hair. She was sorta hefty, but cute. Dimples. Geoff was immediately

attracted to her used his trademark pick-up line ""Aye a comely lass you aarrr. How'd ye like to play me bagpipes?" To his surprise it worked. I got jealous when Geoff dated Satan

And was treated to death by chocolate. Then I understood why I should be glad it wasn't me. Whew! Satan never spoke to me, since I had a shield on my body. Her spell wouldn't work.

That made it easier for me too. I was a very bad speller. This one, however, worked, somehow. I'm glad not having Satan on my case about this or that. It'll get spooked when I feel

that prickly heat slide up my spine and between my neck and skull. Bad speling aside, my immortal soul remained in my possession for the time being, ever unconscious yet of the

-atrical productions using all-dog casts, and I was going to keep it that way. I put my immortal soul in a Tupperware container, labeled it "beets" and stored it at the back of the

fridge where Belzamael would never think to look. But when I went back to my computer desk, the screensaver said, "I can read your thoughts, and your dogs' souls are mine." That re

lieved me to no end. They just pooped all over the house anyway, so I figured let HIM deal with their tortured souls & try housebreaking them. As for reading my thoughts, wellll...