Two drinks later, the dark wasn't so scary. Four drinks later, her tail—yes, tail —was wrapped around my calf under the table. I figured it was a costume. A very committed goth thing.
A pause. Somewhere, a billion damned souls screamed in harmony. I Knocked Up Satan S Daughter A Demonic Romantic
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go build a crib that doubles as a summoning circle. The instructions are in Aramaic. Two drinks later, the dark wasn't so scary
Her name was Lilith—or "Lil" for short, which should have been my first red flag. She had eyes like twin voids and a smile that promised eternal damnation in the best possible way. When she walked into the dive bar, the jukebox switched from Johnny Cash to Bauhaus on its own. The neon sign above the pool table flickered and spelled out DIE for a solid three seconds before going back to BEER . A very committed goth thing
"You knocked up my daughter," he said. Not a question. A death sentence.