The glow of the cigarette in the dim basement and the melancholy of the song’s crooning about wasting love caught Darcy’s attention as the blond man settled on the sofa. The darkness of her corner table afforded her the privacy to assess the levels of the man’s vulnerability. She sipped her gin and juice, caressing the glass with her long pointed red fingernails. Interestingly enough, she realized this was no mortal but a demon, and one she recognized. Darcy stood and slithered over the wooden floor until she stood between his legs and propped her stilletto’s toe nearly against his crotch.<br/><br/>“Why so blue, Asmodei?”Darcy inquired with a rich throaty voice. “I see you are all alone. Did the tart prove too boring for your tastes?” The blonde woman was obviously referring to her red headed cousin. “You are meant to greater destiny that the one you would meet should you continue to be entangled with her tiny, bleeding heart. Come join me and my son. Together we would replace that trinity of Joseph, Mary and Jesus. We could provide an unholy trinity and what an adventure we would have.”<br/><br/>Darcy made a moue, a mock frown, that she tapped with her perfectly manicured nails.<br/><br/>“Surely you tire of Missy Mouse and her do-gooder twaddle. There are benefits for throwing in your lot with mine. Wealth, prestige and power, “ Darcy leaned in and breathed in the cigarette smoke that wreathed his head. “I know demons and you are no different than any other. You want power and I can give you power untold.” She stood erect once more and gave him a look that caused many foolish men to follow her like lambs to the slaughter. She lowered her eyelids and gave him a lustful once over.<br/><br/>“Demon of lust, when you tire of your sterile virtuous abstinence, you will know where to find me.”<br/><br/>Darcy sipped her drink and returned to her seat in the corner, walking away with hips that looked as if they could move mountains.