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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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The Problem With Thessaly

I’m sure plenty of fans would agree with me that there are certain elements of the Sandman comics that are going to be very difficult to adapt for television. I don’t envy the mammoth task Neil and the creative team on the show have ahead of them. But one element in particular which has been on my mind frequently is how they are going to introduce Thessaly to our screens.

It’s not just that she’s a TERF. It’s that she’s a cold, cruel, selfish, and inconsiderate bitch who only ever thinks about herself. Oh yeah, and she’s a huge TERF. There isn’t a single likeable element to her.

And yet.

We are supposed to somehow believe that our main protagonist, idiotic as he may sometimes be, depressed and seriously down on his luck as he is, will fall head over heels in love with her.

Sorry. But it ain’t happening. Something has gotta change. So here are my thoughts on how they could fix the Thessaly Problem.

Under a cut for comic spoilers (and its a bit long)

I kinda get the reason it happens in the comics. Kinda. I can’t remember the exact quote, or where I read it, but Neil explained it as “two people who you know are absolutely not right for each other and no one who knows them can understand why they are together.” He purposely wrote it to be a really weird match that didn’t make sense.

From Dream’s perspective, at this point in the story he has just had some of his biggest romantic disasters slapped in his face (at one point literally) all within a very short space of time for an entity as long lived as him. First Calliope, then Nada, and then Alianora, and he is hurting from all of them. Having to face his romantic failures one after another within the space of a few years AFTER having to go through 70 odd years of relentless suffering trapped in a glass prison has GOT to mess with your head. So I think Thessaly is basically the worst rebound in history. They are only canonically together for a few weeks but he somehow falls head over heels for this plain, dull, horrible person. 100% this is a rebound. He’s messed up. So yeah, I kinda get it.

From Thessaly’s perspective it seems she just really liked the idea of being the object of someones attention and desire even though she never returned his feelings and left him the minute he stopped devoting all his attention to her (god she really is a bitch).

So why don’t I think this will work in the show?

Because the show is a kinder universe than the comic. Dream is different in the show. He is already more thoughtful, warm, compassionate, and has a better self awareness when it comes to his shortcomings. He’s also a far more romantic character in the show, which is probably thanks to Tom Sturridge’s excellent performance and likeability and absolutely maddening sexual chemistry with literally every character he interacts with (his pretty face doesn’t hurt either). You just have to look at his scenes with Calliope to know that they are playing up the romance and kindness there when in the comics Dream is extremely cold to Calliope throughout their very short interactions.

Given the news that the writing team on Game of You will include trans writers specifically to cover the sensitivities of honouring Wanda, I don’t know how they will adapt the transphobia she suffers at Thessaly’s hand, or whether they will include that at all - personally I think they should remove it. Not to make Thessaly more likeable, but because it reinforces a really wrong view of witchcraft and magick that modern witches and pagans are working extremely hard to reject. Not to get too deep into these topics, but transphobia is a fucking plague in those communities and the last thing we need is more people thinking everyone who practices witchcraft is a fucking TERF. The comic even goes so far as to imply the actual MOON is transphobic. Like WTF? The moon isn’t fucking transphobic and “womb magic” is stupid. If I ever have to read the words “divine feminine” in a witchcraft FB group again I’m gonna scream.

Anyway my point is that I don’t think those scenes in the comic are necessary and there are plenty of other ways to adapt that story without resorting to transphobia.

The other issue is that if they do keep it in, they somehow have to deal with the fact that their protagonist is seemingly totally cool with dating a transphobic murderous bitch. Um. Yeah, not cool Dream. I think the show is going to do everything it can to make Dream MORE likeable and based on what we have seen so far I definitely think that’s the route they are taking.

So yeah Dream won’t be falling in love with a TERF in the show, that I am sure of.

The thing is, the best way they can deal with the Thessaly problem is also the simplest - Don’t include her. Just don’t write her into the show. Simples.

Because we already have a character in the show universe who technically doesn’t exist in comic canon, who knows magic and the occult, and who is MUCH more likeable and kind whilst still being a bit messy and selfish and totally a terrible match for Dream... Oh, and who also happens to be played by possibly the most well known actor on the shows main cast list.

Johanna Constantine.

Jenna Coleman is a fairly big name and one of the primary stars for the show. At least Netflix seemed to think so since her face was all over the marketing and she was included in basically every cast interview, even though her character only turns up in 1 and a half episodes. She is also playing a new version of an already well known character in pop culture and I am convinced Netflix is already considering spin off options for her. So there is no way they aren’t going to include her in future episodes of the Sandman.

Except thats where Netflix has a problem if it wants to stick to comic canon. Lady Johanna Constantine only turns up in one more Sandman story, and John Constantine doesn’t show up again at all in the comics.

So my piece of speculation that I’m almost 90% certain will happen, is that they will bring back modern Johanna Constantine in an extended or adapted role based on another character.

My money is on Thessaly. Remove Thessaly, replace her with Johanna.

I’m not just saying this because I think Johanna and Morpheus hooking up will be hot (it will be, don’t deny it. My bisexual ass knows a hot couple when I see them). But because it makes sense.

Yeah okay we have that pesky little rule about the Endless not dating mortals - but that rule currently doesn’t exist in show canon either, so theres no reason why they can’t just also scrap that for the sake of some sexy, messy, and definitely disastrous bi4bi action.

All jokes aside, with only a few tweaks to the story in a Game of You, you could seemlessly fit Johanna into it. She can be in New York for a specific case, hell, maybe Barbie and the sudden appearance of Martin Tenbones on a busy New York street IS the case she’s investigating? She can still find a way to break Hazel and Foxglove into the Dreaming AND when Morpheus shows up they can have another tantalising showdown like they did in episode 3. It works better with Johanna tbh. She actually cares about people, the motivation is there for her to want to save Barbie and protect people from supernatural sources. We can just make the storm and the collapse of the apartment block be caused by George or the cuckoo or something (or not have it happen at all since I am also practically certain that Wanda is NOT going to die in the show).

This ALSO means that much later on, when Lyta is having her breakdown and destroying the Dreaming, having Johanna being the one to protect her from Morpheus rather than Thessaly also adds a more human element to it. Morpheus has never been a killer, but sometimes his duties demand it. He goes to kill Lyta to prevent the Kindly Ones destroying the Dreaming. If it is Johanna blocking him instead of Thessaly, their motives align. Johanna would protect Lyta for the simple fact that she won’t let a supernatural creature harm a human (as much as she can - sorry Kevin), and Morpheus, being hesitant about killing anyway, would be easily talked out of it by Johanna. “Find another way to save the Dreaming, I won’t let you harm her.”

It just adds an emotional weight that isn’t there with Thessaly, who only protects Lyta because she made a deal with the Kindly Ones in exchange for more centuries of life - an ironic request when Morpheus (and Death) are keeping Hob Gadling alive simply so he can be Dream’s BFF.

It just works for me. Scrap the “no mortals” rule and you can have them have the messy disastrous relationship that doesn’t work out. It is far more believable that Johanna Constantine could break Dream’s heart - she’s already a known heartbreaker in the show (sorry Rachel). It’s a doomed love story a modern audience can get behind, makes sense, the actors already have insane sexual chemistry, and it could definitely hit all those story beats needed to get the show to a version of the Kindly Ones whilst also actively improving it.

I may first and foremost be a Dreamling shipper, but talking in terms of canon I very much want Morpheus to have a passionate short-lived heart breaking affair with Johanna. Fuck Thessaly. Keep her relegated to comic canon. Morphanna all the way.

And THAT is how we fix the problem with Thessaly.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Lightbringer’s Champion

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x f!demon!reader , Johanna Constantine x f!demon!reader x Dream of the Endless/Morpheus , Johanna Constantine x reader

Summary: 50 years after fulfilling your contract Lucifer finally learns of your deception. Taking your punishment in stride you have to make sure you don't miss your yearly appointment - a certain occultist's birthday. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, fighting, blood, dom/sub dynamic, bondage, unprotected sex (does dream sex count?), oral, bisexual reader WC: 3.6k

This is the second instalment of works in The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir. Part One: The Devil is in the Details Part Two: Lightbringer’s Champion Part Three: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done Part Four: Rise of the Fallen Part Five: Queen of the Damned

A/N: Reblogs are super appreciated 💜

You knew it was only a matter of time before Abaddon mustered up the courage to advise Lucifer of his failure. You snickered as you imagined how that conversation went.

“I gave the contract to your Champion.”

“She is my Champion because she is cunning and intelligent, devious through and through.” Lucifer would have sighed, casting a look of annoyance to Mazikeen who would be struggling not to chuckle. “She is not like your bloodthirsty dogs.”

“She’s a demon, like the rest of us.”

“She is Asmodeus’ Heir, do not fool yourself into thinking that makes her a simple demon like the rest of you.”

For nearly 50 years you had been waiting for the summoning. Finally, the wait was over.

A piercing ringing echoed around your head and the taste of brimstone filled your mouth as you strolled through Westminster. Stumbling into the closest holographone box, you slammed the door shut and wiped at the black blood that oozed over your top lip.

“Bitch,” you snarled as you peered through a glass pane and found Lucifer staring back. “You couldn’t have just called?”

The phone in the box rang as she turned away and snapped her fingers. The city scape burned to ash until you found yourself in the war room, high in the mountains that oversaw Hell.

Taking a seat on the edge of the fire pit, you warmed your hands and ignored Mazikeen’s quiet presence in the shadows. “Imagine if the world found out that Lucifer Morningstar had a sense of humour.”

Her glowering Majesty ignored you as she stood at the open balcony, monitoring the movement of demons far below. Unable to resist riling her up, you followed her with a slow sway in your step.

“Then again, God’s favourite falling from the Silver City - that’s the biggest joke of all. Anyone with half a brain would see that you haven’t fallen quite as far as you would have us believe. Isn’t that right, Samae-“

“Enough!” It was barely a whisper but you felt the fire of her breath burning your ears and you smirked at the outburst.

“Relax, Lucy, your secret is safe with me. Oooph, you are tense.” you purred, dragging a fingernail down the ridge between her wings. “You know I could help remedy that.”

A sensuous laugh trickled across your lips as the temperature across the domain flashed hotter but her face remained as passive as always.

“You will not be laughing soon, I assure you,” Lucifer said as she turned, the hooked claw at the peak of her wings twitching in anticipation. “Your atonement awaits.”

“Will it take long?” you asked with a smile that sent other demons running. “I have a birthday party tomorrow. My favourite necromancer is turning 80, a new record I think.”

“You might have to take a rain check.” Lucifer curled her finger towards you and pointed to the edge of the cliff. Mazikeen snapped her teeth in your ear, her silent footsteps creeping up behind you and forcing you to step up, toes hanging over the lip of the stone.

“Show them why you are my Champion.”

Lucifer’s wing battered your back and sent you tumbling into a freefall. Your back arch as you twisted around, throwing a vulgar gesture back at her before curling back to brace for the landing that was quickly arriving.

Red rock dust erupted as you slammed to the ground, your bones rattling from your toes to your teeth. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground and there was a distinct outline of your fist and knee in the epicentre that you rose from. Hundreds of demons surrounded you as the dust settled, all waiting to take their pound of flesh for your failure.

“Still think he was worth it?” Lucifer asked as her voice carried across the legion.

“Fuck him and find out.” You craned your head back and grinned up at her. “It might just feel like Heaven.”

Lucifer merely nodded her head to the hordes of demons that encircled you. “Begin.”

The hiss of a blade slicing through the air had you diving to the ground and sweeping out the mottled legs of another demon waiting to attack you. You could scent the putrid aroma of their Sathanas’ bloodline all around, wrath demons - mindless killing beasts who fed on anger. You would use their bloodthirst to your advantage.

A wave of power released from you in a blast that threw the closest demons to the ground but it was by no means an attack. It was a calling card to the sadists that called this place home. It was a welcome mat laid out for them to join the fray.

Your power surged as they arrived and crashed into the ranks of demons wanting a piece of you. They had no dilemma at killing their own kind and took pleasure in causing pain, pleasure you fed on.

“Is this the best you have!” You screamed as you ripped your blade from the throat of an unworthy opponent and left the body piled upon the last while you parried a blow destined to remove your head from your shoulders. “Are you sure you want to win the holy war? It doesn’t seem to me like you are even trying if this is anything to show.”

You knew her majesty was listening to every word that came from your mouth, just as she was watching disinterested from her balcony. She may not have been affected by them but the wrath demons around you lost their minds at the taunt, maiming each other as they scrapped to get closer to you.

“So eager to die,” you said with a small laugh. “Sorry to cut this short, as fun as it has been, but I have somewhere I need to be.”

The reservoir of power you had been filling from the sadists fighting and fucking across the battle was released in a flood as you dropped the walls that contained them. The ground shook at the wave of flame that erupted from you and even Lucifer sat up a little straighter as it turned the demons on the killing field to ash.

Black blood caked your clothes, some of it from the lucky few whose blades kissed your skin, and you wrinkled your nose at the stench that remained. You knew you looked as disgusting as you felt covered from head to toe with the muck, but you bowed to Lucifer anyway. “Always a pleasure entertaining you, your majesty.”

“Get out before I gut you myself,” she sneered as she dropped from the sky and looked down her nose at you, pride shining in the depth of those disdainful eyes.

“Happy Birthday!”

“Speak up, demon-bitch,” Johanna swore with her frail voice.

You placed the cake that said ‘Congrats, your not dead’ on the table and reached for the volume control of her hearing aid, tucking her grey hair out of the way.

“It’s you’re, not your.” Johanna said as she speared her fork into the cake without waiting for a piece to be cut.

“The baker won’t be making that mistake again,” you smirked, grabbing your own fork and digging in.

“You killed them over a spelling mistake?”

“What? No, I enrolled them in English lessons.” You choked on your cake and took a gulp of the whiskey she had poured you. “You think so lowly of me.”

“You are a demon,” she said with a rasp before reaching for the oxygen mask that never left her side.

“Exactly, I could give you a good ten years if you sold me your soul. No more of this coughing and dentures bullshit.”

She rolled her milky eyes and turned her attention back to the cake, pushing the crumbs and icing around her plate. “I thought about it, believe me.”

“Then what do you want for your birthday? If I can’t give you that.”

She took a long drink that emptied her glass and you poured her another when she tapped the rim impatiently. “There is something.”

“This is familiar,” you chuckled as you tested the bonds that tied your wrists to the headboard and spied Dream in the shadows of the room. “Hello Morpheus, come to join in the fun?”

His head cocked to the side a moment before the bedroom door opened and Johanna stepped into the room. With Morpheus conducting the setting, she was poised in her prime. Long dark hair fell over her shoulder, a stark contrast to the white trench coat she had favoured back in the 20’s, and her bright eyes were radiant with her refreshed adulthood.

“Good, you didn’t start without me.” Ever the blunt necromancer, she was already unbuttoning the coat and revealing what she wore beneath.

“It is your birthday,” Morpheus said with a small amused smile. “We are at your service, Constantine.”

Morpheus was his own man but he was more than happy to cede control for one night to the femdom, so long as he wasn’t bound. Especially when she dropped the trench coat and stepped out of the material pooling at her feet. The black catsuit covered most of her skin but left little to the imagination as it hugged every curve and contour. Even Morpheus seemed lost for words.

“Doesn’t my pretty demon look so delicious strung up like that?” she purred as she caught Dream’s jaw in her hand and turned his head to look at you.

“Mouth wateringly so,” he hummed as he drank you in.

Your power rose as the scent of their lust filled the room and your chest rose and fell in greedy gasps as you drew it all in. They both watched you writhe in their ecstasy that you bathed in and the fun hadn’t even started. Moisture pooled at your core and your toes curled, the rope rubbing at your ankles as you tried to close your legs for any friction you could make. But the bonds held tight and they had a front row seat at the foot of the bed to see your arousal glisten in the candle light.

With a slow tantalising release of her hold on Morpheus, Johanna tip-toed so her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “Bon appetit.”

You could have caught fire with his stare alone, the hunger of a starved man. When had you last sought his bed? Time lost meaning when you had eternity. The only time you measured were Johanna’s mortal days, wondering which would be her last. Destined to watch her turn to dust just like her namesake.

You shivered at the thought but it was quickly swept from your mind as Morpheus’ tongue lashed through your folds and he growled at the taste he had enjoyed and missed. Your cries filled the room as he imbibed himself on your pussy until you were a wet, whimpering mess, boneless and disjointed with your release. You could do nothing, think of nothing as you lay flaccid amongst the sheets, arms and legs still spread wide, pussy still trembling with aftershocks.

Johanna beckoned Morpheus with a curl of her manicured finger and he crushed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of your pleasure on his tongue. “Do you want to fuck her? Yeah? I see it when you look at her. I can’t blame you. Her cunt is so fucking tight when she comes.”

A soft mewl escaped your dry lips at the sight of them watching you, Johanna’s fingers working their way down Dream’s body until they disappeared into his dark wash jeans and he groaned at the strokes she gave him. “Have you imagined her lips wrapped around your cock? I have. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of it more than anything else.”

“I know you did,” he rasped as he swallowed deeply. “As did I.”

The rope burned your wrists as you tried to reach for them, the ache between your legs growing with each passing moment. If it were merely ropes from The Waking you could have snapped them with half a thought but this was Dream’s realm and its strength superior to yours.

Johanna gripped the back of Morpheus’ cloak and tore it off him, her nails shredding through his shirt and tossing it aside next. The candle light cast shadows across the planes of his chest and you licked your lips as you memorised the defined muscles along his stomach that you knew intimately. You had licked your way over them many times in the last five decades, tracing the valleys and dips all the way to the dark curls that teased your skin when you took him in your mouth.

Dream shivered with pleasure as Johanna raked her nails down his chest, five angry red lines rising in its wake. His eyes shone with the light of a thousand stars when she pushed his jeans over his hips and his cock sprang free, your teeth drawing blood as you almost bit through your lip. The rush of power had goosebumps prickling over your skin.

Leather creaked as Johanna pushed him away from you, his body falling gracefully into the chaise before she parted his knees and dropped between them. You screamed as you tugged on the ropes, rattling the headboard as her body blocked all view of what she was doing to him.

You could hear the soft wet sounds, see her hair swaying as she bobbed up and down but him, oh he was in a state of bliss. His eyes were hooded as they held yours, his pale fingers splayed across the back of Johanna’s head and entwined in the dark strands as his guttural moan filled the room.

“Your demon is enjoying the show,” Morpheus all but purred to Johanna as his hips bucked up to meet her mouth.

Johanna swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and smiling at the tortured look on your face. “Want a taste?”

You nodded shamelessly as she crossed the room, climbing between your legs and up your body until she was pressed chest to chest. Her lips were swollen and pink as they danced along your skin, kissing your collarbone, neck, jaw, cheeks, but not your lips that were desperate for the taste she offered.

“Cruel, beautiful mistress,” you growled as she teased you further, her leather clad breasts gliding over your peaked nipples and her hips rolling over your belly as she straddled you.

“Morpheus,” she beckoned over her shoulder and you knew the torture was just beginning as the bed dipped and he knelt between your legs, watching your expression over her shoulder. His fingers found the seam between her legs, the weak link in her leather armour, and tore the second skin apart so he could bury himself in her dripping folds. “Fuck, yes.”

Her gasp parted her lips and you stole the taste she had taunted you with, your tongue delving into her mouth and she let you in. Her nails pierced your shoulders as she clung to you, submitting herself to the feel of her body igniting between you and Morpheus. The pain only heightened your pleasure and your breasts tingled with every shift of her body being ridden above you.

Morpheus shifted, pulling Johanna’s hips closer to yours and your pussy clenched as you felt each long stroke tease your clit before he bottomed out in her and drew a whimper at the depth. If you had a soul, you would have sold it at that moment, to feel what she felt. The air was thick with her lust, your lust, his lust, it was everywhere. It both suffocated and gave you life, it drove you wild.

You rolled your hips, chasing the friction he could provide and your moans echoed Johanna’s, her eyes wide and bright as her orgasm threw her head back with a silent cry. Your teeth grazed her racing pulse and you chuckled in her ear as she collapsed on top of you but the sound caught in your throat as Morpheus spread your folds and pushed his bulbous head through your entrance.

“Where?” he asked through clenched teeth as he gripped your thighs tight enough to bruise.

Your walls fluttered in response. “In me.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and the shadows behind him morphed into that of a wolf and your head swam as the high from feeding seemed enough to turn your brain to mush. Dizzy and alight, your head fell back to the mattress as the pressure continued to build low in your abdomen. Close, so close.

Morpheus’ breaths came loud and uneven and his nails threatened to draw blood as he tightened his hold to starve of his release until you reached yours. One moment, one bite. That was all it took.

Johanna regained enough control of her body as she felt your back arch beneath her and she bit down on the soft flesh above your collar. The bolt of lightning that electrified your entire body sent a wave of pleasure erupting in an all consuming body orgasm. Her mouth stole your screams, inhaling them as your body trembled and flames licked every surface of the room.

Morpheus shuddered as he felt your pussy tighten around him and he could hold out no longer, your quivering core milking him for all he had. Aftershocks pulsed through you as he remained buried as deep as possible, filling you with his seed until he was completely spent and fell back on his heels panting.

The ropes on your limbs disappeared and you wrapped your arms around Johanna while Morpheus caught his breath. “What next? The night is still young.”

Johanna laughed and shook her head, her dark hair shimmering in the light of those harmless flames that danced around the room. “The night may be but I’m not. Thank you.”

“It was our pleasure,” Morpheus smiled as you hid your face from her.

“What a send off,” she said with a wink, “just like the good old days.”

She disappeared and you missed the reassuring weight of her body on yours the second it was gone.

“Wasn’t it just,” you murmured to yourself.

You woke up as you felt a presence in the room where you slept, your back clicking as rose from the chair beside her bed. The youthful skin was lost to The Dreaming but the wrinkles that webbed Johanna’s face were almost erased as she slept peacefully.

“It’s time,” Death said softly as she walked past you. “She had far more than she was supposed to.”

“I won’t apologise for that.” You would never apologise for protecting the occultist, there were too few people you had ever cared about so when you did, you were limitless in what you would do for them. “Will you walk with her to the Sunless Lands, please?”

Death nodded as she took Johanna’s hand and woke her up. “Come on, love, we have a long road ahead of us.”

“It’s about damn time,” Johanna grumbled and looked back at her body still tucked up in bed. “I thought you were never going to come for me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh until your throat constricted and they turned and disappeared onto the road you couldn’t follow. Defiant to the end, fearless even in death. “Farewell, my Lady.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, again,” Morpheus said as he swept into the room. “Did she ever suspect?”

“Johanna was nothing but stubborn.” You cast your hand over the bed and let your flames cleanse her body from The Waking so that no being, mortal or immortal, could disturb her eternal rest again. “If she suspected, she never mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you burn her bones last time? You knew what she was.”

The practitioners of the dark arts had known she was a necromancer and used her bones for rebirth centuries after her death. Lady Johanna, your first love, wasn’t a namesake - they were the same soul reborn from her stolen bones and purposed to hunt demons once again. Even you couldn’t ignore the irony in that.

“The last we spoke she said she never wanted me to speak to her, see her or touch her again.” You walked away from the room that was nothing more than ash and cinders, Morpheus silently following. “It was the one promise I kept.”

“What are your plans now? Dare I ask.”

You threw a smirk over your shoulder and felt the earth burning at your feet, the ground tearing a gaping hole that led straight into the heart of Hell. “The war horn has been blown, it seems we are enemies once more.”

His lips curled up in a tight lipped smile as he bowed his head. “I thoroughly enjoyed our last dance, I look forward to this next song.”

You took a step down into the chasm before pausing. “I often have to sleep with one eye open, given the company I keep.”

“Naturally,” he chuckled.

“But if I find myself in The Dreaming I wouldn’t oppose the company of his Majesty.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before nodding and reaching into the pouch at his side. The sand swirled around his feet ready to take him home.

Unable to resist, you called out through the small eddying sand storm, “By company, I mean your cock.”

His deep laugh echoed around the quiet street as he disappeared and you grinned as you tipped back, free falling through into the fires that welcomed you home.

Click here for the third instalment of The Anthology of Asmodeus’ Heir: A Demon’s Work Is Never Done

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