God is a Slut Chapter 7: A Date With The Devil
PART ONE: THE WRIGGLING WRANGLER LUCIFER “So…” Rachel said as she sat across from me on the coffee shop patio, “you, Lucy Satan, are in love with me, Rachel Johnson.” “Yeah,” I sighed as I stirred my coffee, “I am.” “How…” Rachel said as she searched the brimstone sky, hoping to find the words written there, “how did that happen?” “A series of chemical reactions in the brain that form endorphins based off compatible immune systems,” I replied through a wry smile, “or an immortal goddess finally found someone who could match her; one of the two.” “So, hear me out for a second,” Rachel said, raising her hands like she was going to say something preposterous, “what if all these tests you and God have been doing, are actually some kind of fucked-up dating …