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- "The weather's shit."
- Katelynn 'Killjoy' Duchall made no snarky comment, no jab at her godawful co-host.
- She just stared out at Pentagram city, its windows and streetlights shining like amber stars under the dark evening clouds.
- God, what a shithole.
- "I said, the-"
- "It's always shit." She took a drag of her cigarette as her reflection scowled from the window.
- She wondered what the fuck she had been thinking, all those yeas ago.
- Did she expect God to forgive her? Why would he? She knew what she was doing, from when she tied that noose, to the moment she kicked the chair.
- And here she was.
- "Yeah, I guess so, huh?" He let out a small chuckle.
- God, he could not take a fucking hint.
- God, she could not take a fucking hint.
- All the innuendos, the sex jokes, the...
- Well, mostly just innuendos and sex jokes, but still.
- It was like she didn't even want to notice him.
- "So... what's the deal with the cooking segment? That still on?"
- Katie turned her head ever so slightly, revealing a pale cheek from behind her hair.
- "He said he was having a friend for dinner."
- "Does that mean...?"
- "He left it *deliberately* vague." She returned the cigarette to her cherry-red lips.
- "Oh, Jeff. What a guy! How'd he even end up here, anyway?"
- "Murder. Rape. The usual." Not too talkative, huh?
- Awkward.
- "Yeah, well, that makes sense. But, uh, what are we doing for the segment?"
- A fire grew in Katie's eyes as a her lips twisted into a grin.
- "Charlie Magne, the 'Princess of Hell,' wants to join us."
- "She.. cooks?"
- "No, you fucking idiot, it's an interview."
- Well, it *was* a stupid question.
- Weather, commercial break, news, more commercials (and a smoke), and they were ready to let the brat on.
- Katelynn didn't hate rich people. Work for your money, earn it, and you were good.
- Royalty didn't work by those rules.
- They didn't earn shit, just slid out of the right vagina.
- And Hell, of course, was run by the entitled fucks.
- Vox ran the networks because he was good at it. Even that Radio freak had earned some respect.
- And there she was, hugging it out with her Mexican-looking... acquaintance.
- At least they weren't 'frenching.' Even *they* had standards.
- Not high enough to find a *man,* but still.
- As the obnoxious princess offered a handshake, Katie knew this interview would be shit.
- Tom had seen some shit.
- War, the fires of Hell, that one porno where Angel Dust bangs the tentacle demon.
- None of it compared to his angry co-worker.
- The extra eyes, those spidery legs, her *face...*
- Jesus Christ, he thought his dick would explode.
- And the way she was leaning over...
- It was almost too much.
- *Almost.*
- He thought for sure that Charlie would panic, run off, try to fight.
- But nobody expected her to smile.
- Nobody expected her voice to take on a demonic growl.
- "So, Katie, that's how you want it?"
- From her brow, two bumps grew into horns. Her eyes went blood red as her teeth grew into fangs.
- In Tom's book, she went from a 7 to a solid 9.
- "I guess that's how you'll GET IT!"
- The little demoness had guts, that was clear, but Katie could overpower her.
- If she weren't so damn quick...
- And strong...
- And if the little bitch hadn't flipped her on her back! God Dammit!
- "So, Katie, tell me..."
- That bitch had her pinned! She couldn't- quite-
- "...How does it feel being my *bitch*?"
- Katelynn froze. Her words came out as a snarl.
- "How *fucking* dare you?"
- Those sharp fingernails, just barely brushing her face...
- "Dare I what?"
- That smirk...
- "You bitch!"
- Those eyes...
- "Nothing else to say? God, you're pathetic."
- How fucking dare that bitch make her so *fucking* wet?
- Tom Trench thought he was dreaming. He didn't want to wake up.
- Two of the hottest demons he'd ever seen, rolling on the desk, french-kissing.
- Getting handsy, too.
- Still smoldering (stop, drop, and roll!), he backed away from the spectacle.
- That Mexican chick looked on in... disappointment?
- Tom broke the ice.
- "Does this, uh, happen often?" She didn't look amused.
- "She was doing so good. We had two weeks without an incident!"
- Damn. They'd have to invite her on again.
- Come to think of it, that moth-looking girl wasn't too bad herself...
- "So, both of our friends are fucking. We have something in common, huh?"
- It didn't work.
- "Oh, cheer up, Katie! it's not the first time people fucked on camera!"
- Katelynn 'Killjoy' Duchall didn't even raise her head from the desk.
- She was a professional, God dammit! And she just... lost control!
- On live television!
- "Hell, I fucked your predecessor on the desk! Nobody cares!"
- She did *not* need to hear that.
- "I don't want to *fucking* talk about it."
- "Oh. Uh, okay."
- A few seconds of golden silence. But he had to ruin it.
- "Nice weather, huh?"
- "...Tom?"
- "Yeah?"
- "...Go fuck yourself."
- END
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