Lucy & I

His eyes dark and motionless as he focused on me. His attitude usually flamboyant and quick witted but today his seriousness showed. We both sat at his modern wooden table; it lacked decorations save for the wood grain designs. His left arm rested flat on the table as the right layed on his thigh, his hand on his knee. His legs were crossed and his crossed leg bounced. He blinked slowly as his long lashes touched his cheek and opened, his eyes still glaring at me.

"So?" his voice nasally.

"I'm not gonna lose everything I gained by getting it back from you am I?

He flipped his hair over his shoulders and rolled his eyes in his true diva form.

"I mean," he began with his attitude slowly forming, "I guess you can keep all you got, but I need something done, like, ASAP. And I'm not taking no for an answer." His pupils grew larger.

I chuckled a little, "Well obviously. You could kill me right now."

His nails grew long, sharp, and black on the hand that rested on the table. He raised his hand to point his long fingernail at me, "Glad you know, baby."

I sighed, "So what's up? Why me? Why do I need my soul back to do this?"

"Why you asking so many questions, boo? I'm giving you your assy soul back and you're questioning it?" His face scrunched up. The makeup lines showed on his cheeks.

"Look, Sis," he touched his false lashes with his eyes closed, "I need work done, and from your previous life, you're the best candidate. You were a sick individual then and you're sick now. Seeing how you've barely changed since you gave your soul over brings me to think that you'll handle what I need you to handle when you get it back."

I sat back in my seat, "Just don't get it-"

"There's nothing to get but what I need done" his voice went to his normal baritone.

"Oh wow!" I couldn't hold my laugh in. "That's your normal voice?"

It returned back to his forced high pitch voice, "If I didn't need to use you, I'd slash your throat right now for the shade."

My face still held a smile but I simmered my laugher.

"Look," he began to draw a diagram on the table, with his right hand he reached over and palmed the table, lifted his hand and a holographic image of a man appeared from the surface.

"This is Joe Tindley." He floated his hand from over the diagram and rested his arm on the back of his chair.

"So, Joe came to me without a dolla' to his name. He was all sad and broke down talkin' 'bout 'oh please, Lucy, you're the only one that can help me. I'll give my life, my soul, and my all. Blah Blah.' Whatever. So I help the bum out. Take his soul and get him on his feet."

He spins the diagram so the mans face is turned towards him.

"Guess how this man repays me?"

His nail grew long and he pushed it through the diagram creating smoke.

"This lil bi*ch becomes a preacher. He-"

I sat forward in my seat, " You want me to kill a pastor?" I shouted.

His finger still sizzled the diagram.

"Yea. Anyways, he became this big, mega church preachin', gettin all the saints money, spreadin' the gospel of the Lord, Preacher."

The diagram disappeared and his nail retracted.

"While, I'm not trippin on the money, like, do you boo, but don't be spreadin news about my nemesis. Like what kinda sh*t is that?" his hand was out to the side with his palm up in question.

"So you want me to kill a pastor. A man of the Lord."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I sure do."

I sat back in my chair and adjusted my locs to one side of my head.

"So what do I get for doing this?"

His eyes and mouth flattened out.

"Well, ain't you greedy. I'm givin' you your damn soul back and you want more?"

I raised my eyebrow and smiled, "I mean, you're gonna take it back when I'm finished right? So what do I get?"

He looked at his nails, "Yea, I am gonna take it back. So that's true."

He tilted his head to the side, his hoops jangled.

"So what do you want?" He asked dryly.

The idea of bargaining with the devil seemed intriguing to me. When in most situations he's in control, the power was in my hands for once. While he assumed he could make me do whatever or kill me, little did he know I didn't care one way or the other. Life was insignificant to me now. I already lived my life, then sold my soul. I'm just coasting now. I've fulfilled what I wanted and now it was just a free fall until the end.

"I want your position for a week." I said defiantly.

He jerked his neck back, "Excuse me?"

I shifted in my seat and a loc fell to my face.

"I want to be the devil for the week."

His eyes jolted around looking for an answer.

"Seems reasonable," I started, "its only a week, I can't cause that much damage I'm sure."

He placed his hand on his chest as if he were about to give a Miss America speech, " I take pride in this job and you wanna' have it for a week and run rampant? What if-? Like, What if-?"

"You bring chaos to the world! What do you mean 'what if'? What if I do a better job at your job than you?"

His face, normally a peachy, brownish orange from the mass amount of makeup he used began to melt off his face. His eyes began to turn red.

"So you're mad?" I was genuinely concerned.

He flipped the table that was bolted to the floor and walked over to stand in front of me. His stature was tall and the black tailored suit he wore was fitted to him perfectly. His nails extended as he frowned and had his pointer finger only centimeters from my forehead.

"Look here, you manly b*tch. I rose and defied God. I'm a big f*ckin deal. On your best day you could never out do me at doing me. Recognize and know your place."

I leaned my head black since I could feel the heat from his finger.

"Lucy, please calm down. Your make up is melting" I responded non-chalantly, "and I'm not manly, I just like guy clothes."

He continued to hold his finger in my face until he heard his make up drip on his suit.

"Dammit! I should really kill you now. This suit was expensive" he whined.

He turned and sat back in his seat, the table flew back to its standing position. He held his hand out flat and a napkin appeared and he began wiping his suit.

"So? How about it?" I took the hair tie off my wrist and pined my locs back into a bun the placed my hands pleasantly on the table. "Think that's bargain?"

"Hell no," he quickly retorted

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Hell no to the week ideas. That definitely isn't going down."

"Okay! So... a day then. Just a day. Take the day off from disturbing people's peace and let me have at it."

He had a mirror in his hand and was fixing his make-up now. He closed his hand and the mirror disappeared and his makeup was brand new. He fixed his eyes back on me; pupils were large and disturbing.

"A day."

I smiled. I had to tone it down so my little gap between my top two front teeth wouldn't show.

"But that doesn't happen until I have that preachers head," he responded flat.

"What is this? Medevil times? You literally want his head?"

"Oh my lanta. Just kill the man"

He reached into his suit jacked and pulled out a small bottle that had a light green glow to it. He held it out in front of his face.

"This is your ugly soul."

"And look at that, you keep it close to your rotten heart."

He shot a look at me.

"I've had enough of you being in my space. You're actually bringing more negativity than it already is around here."

He fanned his hands at me in a shooing motion then tossed me the bottle.

"Just pop the little cork and breathe it in."

I held it in my hand, "Okay, but still, why do I need my soul to do this?"

He placed his hands on his face showing how annoyed he was but I needed this answer.

"Swear you humans piss me off."

He removed his hand and began, " You need your soul because you can't go around killing people and people can't kill you back. You'll be out there like a demon. I'm making the battlefield even. So if you run up on preacher man and he decides to fire back, you can die as well."

I raised my eyebrow, " but don't you have his soul?"

"Yes, but within your bottle is the ability to take him out. Please stop asking questions and take in your soul now."

I stood up from my chair and stashed the bottle in my pocket, "nah I'll hold on to for a little while"

Three days later••

"Yes, um, I'm calling to schedule a one on one talk with Pastor Tindley."

"Bishop Tindley has a three week waiting list currently. He's doing the Lords work one day at a time. Would you like to schedule an appointment? Next availability is 3 weeks from today."

I crossed my legs so I sat in the "Indian" position, "Right, right. I'm sure, but um," I had to think quickly cause waiting three weeks to meet this man would not work.

"I'm feeling the spirit of -of homicidalness," I blurted out.

"Homicidalness?" She repeated.

I quietly slapped my forehead and thought what the hell is that?

"Sis, you think you're going to kill someone?" Her voice almost a whisper filled with questionable concern.

"Yes," I bloated. "My- my co worker. Uppity white man that gets paid more than me even though we have the same job same title. He steals my ideas and when he talks I swear I wanna grab a pen and jam it rig-"

"Ma'Am," a sharp motherly tone came from the receiver that almost made me think she was my mom and that this was all fake.

"Ma'Am, I can get Bishop Tindley to come see you at the church in 30mins. Do you need an escort?"

I scrunched my face up that was easier than I thought

"Um, no. I'll make it... I just need some- some comfort," I stumbled out. My acting skills are trash. I layed back on the bed.

"A few questions ma'am. What's your name? And do you have a church home?"

"Jae. It's spelled J-A-E. And no, I sold my soul to the devil.

Saying that thought would have been too much for her.

"No, I do not have a church home, and ma'am is the Bishop available soon? I- feel a horrible spirit creeping on me."

I heard her whisper to someone near her and then she came back to the phone.

"Jae, Sister, come to the church now. We'll begin prayer and Bishop Tindley will join us. Come now. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?"

I considered it, but I had to use the bathroom and freshen up real quick.

"No, no, I'll make it. I must make it." I rolled my eyes at myself.

The woman's concern showed so strong I felt bad.

"Okay, sister. I'll be praying for you and I'll see you in a few minutes."

I clicked end on my phone.I placed my hands behind my head as I still layed there on my plush white covers.

"Well ain't you triflin'."

I looked to the corner of the room to see Lucy sitting on my dresser. He stayed in the darker area so the sun didn't shine on him.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I found it funny that he heard the end of the phone call.

"Oh, ya' know... since the 'evil spirit creeping on me'."

I sat up, "Well, if that's the case, I didn't lie."

I got off my bed and looked myself over in the floor mirror, grabbed my shoulder length locs and and did a twisted braid in the back. I adjusted my olive green shirt that hung down past my hips then ensured my zipper was up on my slightly baggy jeans.

"You're such a guy, Jae," Lucy said with some attitude on his voice.

I laughed, "What do you mean? This is my style. I feel like the 'urban-baggy-Tom-boyish' look fits me. I mean, if need be, I can pin these locs up and throw on a dress and be bad, but this is my steez."

Lucy's face moved into distorted confusion. His nose was big on his face as his lips formed a sort of sideways S.

"What the helll does 'steez' mean? This damn Cali lingo is a whole piss off."

I turned around as I tucked my .45 in the waistband on my boxer shorts.

"Steez is like... swagger... it's like my-my Style! Like I said," frustration arose in my voice.

"What ever," he said as he hopped off my dresser. The blinds closed without him touching them as he walked by to stand behind me. They opened once he was out of the sunlight again.

"So, you're gonna shoot him? How cliche." He leaned against the wall, one hand on his hip.

"You realize they're gonna' hear the gun shot, right?"

I turned and looked at him, "That's what silencers are for. You keep forgetting I'm actually a pro at this."

I grabbed my phone off the bed stuck it in my pocket then slid into my olive Nike's.

I got to the door of my studio apartment and looked back to see Lucy posing in my mirror.

"If you're gonna' hang out, straighten up a little bit."

"Honey, Please," he said as he faded away.

••

I walked down the street, my hand in my pocket fiddling around with the random jean string that was there. I looked forward and could see the mega church. The pillars in the front glistened in the sunlight.

"You realize," I jumped a little at the throaty voice, "that you're probably gonna burn up like a match dipped in kerosene as soon as you walk in there right?"

Lucy walked beside me in the street.

"Damn, you don't have anyone else to torment today?" I rolled my eyes.

A car drove through Lucy's body and swerved a little afterwards.

He put his hands in his suit pocket and started to strut a little, "Actually, no I don't. I sent my demons and nymphs on busy work duties today and cleared up my schedule. I wanna' see all this take place.That Bishop and I got beef."

To not look like a crazy person talking to myself on the street, I talked out the side of my mouth knowing only I was able to see him.

"You want to see it take place? You definitely can't enter the church. How are you gonna watch?"

Another car drove though his body as it dissolved and came back together.

"So you do realize that everyone in the church ain't saved, right?" He flipped his hair over his shoulder, "They'll be someone in that church who has a church face but a demonic heart. All I gotta' do is seek them out and dive into that heart."

He looked at me looking at him. His dark red lipstick smile was long and evil.

I stood directly in front of the church and saw a car enter the parking lot.

"Look, there's your boyfriend right there," Lucy said pointing as he stood in the middle of a stopped car. His aura began to float out around the driver and the driver began scratching his neck like a fiend then started going for his eyes.

"C'mon Lucy. The guy is about to claw his eyes out," I said with the little bit of concern I could find.

The light turned green and the driver pressed on the gas and spun away. After swerving for a bit he finally drove straight. I focused back on the church and crossed the street to enter the building.

I stood at the front of the church, took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped in.

"Oh shit," a hot sensation came over my chest and I went down to my knee only one step in the church.

"Sis," a woman came running over, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Are you okay?" she asked helping me up.

"Yea," I responded holding my back trying to discreetly adjust my piece.

"Yea, you felt that huh?"

As we stood up I looked the woman in her face. Her pupils were large and black with a red iris.

"That's conviction; walking your demonic heart up in this church."

He found a host that quick?

My face confused, "Lucy?"

"Lucy? No, my name is Yvette?...Are you okay?" She asked. The black began to fade and the red iris began to disappear from her eyes.

I looked away from her, chuckling as I stood up straight.

"Are you okay? Are you here to see someone?"

I looked around the entrance of the vestibule; big, white, and a lot of marble. There were large plants, big angel paintings and a magnificent chandelier.

"Yea, I'm the one that's here to speak to the Bishop."

She grabbed my hand and abruptly pulled me to her desk. She grabbed the phone receiver bumping the notepad that sat near it. I heard one button pushed followed by seeing her hand with the receiver to her face.

"She's here Bishop," her voice slightly scratchy and high pitched. She hung up the phone and threw her eyes at me.

"He'll see you now," she spoke as she continued to hold my wrist and walked us forward.

Her steps weren't as fast anymore as we walked around the curved hall with the dark magenta carpeted floors. More plants began to appear under the pictures of past preachers as

we neared the door and I felt her grip tighten.

I looked down to see her green nails grow and turn black.

She turned and looked at me, pupils dark and iris red like blood.

"Don't be scared now."

I snatched my hand away,"You're so creepy. Come on!" a slight laughed sneaked out.

We had stopped walking by now, the girls posture was eager and forward but once Lucy got in her it switched and she began standing slightly dainty.

"Who'd thought the woman you called and the first "saint" you talk to entering the church would have a bad soul. This is hilarious and quite frankly, too easy."

He fiddled with the woman's clothes, " These heels have to be cheap cause I'm actually kind of comfy in them."

"Hey," I looked down the hallway to see if anyone was coming as she stepped out of the heels to look at the inside of the shoe, "Can you not right now? Give this woman her body back so I can handle my business," my voice slightly above a whisper.

She stepped back into the shoes, "Yea, she can have this back. My boots are so much better."

"I'm sure, get back to your boots then."

As I spoke I saw her pupils change.

"My boots?" She asked.

I sighed, he would disappear while I'm talking to him.

"Boots!" I responded with eyebrows raised hoping she would just let it slide. I had nothing to cover myself with except to repeat the word again. Change the subject. Change the subject. We just stared at each other until I looked at the double doors, "The Bishop is in there?" I asked in a higher octave.

She looked at the door, "Yes, sorry, I don't know why we stopped."

We walked to the doors and she delicately knocked 3 times.

A deep voice was faintly heard and she opened the door. I followed her into the office; it smelled minty and of new leather. The Bishop sat behind his large polished wooden desk with his large Bible in front of him. He looked up at us and pushed his small framed glasses up on his nose. His hair was black with waves brushed forward and his attire was relaxed; a blue Adidas sweatsuit.

"Afternoon, Ms. Jae," he spoke as he rose from his chair. "You can leave us, Yvette."

I looked back at the girl and she looked at me, just a hint of red in her eye. I shook my head.

"How's it going, Bishop?"

We shook hands that altered into a hug. As he hugged me he hummed and I looked at the open bible that was behind him.

He finally let me go, his hand opened pointing to the chair, "Have a seat. Have a seat. Let's get to it." He partially sat on his desk with one leg still on the ground.

I sat down in the chair; my gun poked me in my back so I adjusted myself and sat sideways.

"Yes, get comfy, sis. So what's the issue here?"

I looked at the sincerity in his eyes and wanted to roll my eyes. This guy is a complete phony.

I looked over at the clock he had sitting on his desk as the big hand moved to the 15. I looked over at him and could practically see the smoke rising from his sinning flesh, and I'm sure he could see mine.

I looked him in his eyes, his dark brown skin barely showed his age. The white hairs along his hairline and the sprinkles of gray in the rest of his head gave away the fact that he actually was older than 30.

"I feel like I got the devil on my back."

His posture was slumped over in a relaxed manor but quickly straighten up when I spoke.

"Lord, have mercy," he whispered loudly.

"I feel like he's in my head; like... takin' over my soul."

I looked over to the window where the sun was shining in, then looked back to him still focused on me.

"You probably know how that feels," i said my eyes squinted at him.

He jerked his head back and his eyebrows raised, "Whoa, now. I am a saved and sanctified man, Ms. Jae. The devil has no place in this templ-"

He pointed at his body as he talked but I cut him off.

"You sure?"

His eye grew bigger and he stood up from the desk and walked around to his seat. There was silence except for the air that released from his chair when he sat. He rolled forward and crossed his fingers on the Bible.

"Now, Ms. Jae"

"Just call me Jae."

"Jae, I don't know where you're getting your information from but it's false. I was informed that you needed prayer, and you certainly do, but these falsities that you're speaking over me are atrocious, reputation demeaning and quite-"

I adjusted in my seat again from my gun as well as his rambling making me annoyed.

"But it's true," I said and sat forward, "come on, Bishop. You know exactly what it's like to be consumed by the devil."

We looked at each other in the eyes and I began to see red strains appear.

He stood up so fast his chair rolled back and bumped the wall.

"Get the hell out my office," his voice was deep and structured.

"Get out?" I asked, "but you haven't even prayed for me or helped me? You don't want me leaving and bad mouthing Bishop Tindley saying you turn away those in need, do you?"

His fists balled up, "I don't care what you say, get out of my church." His voice grew a little louder.

"It's really not gonna' be a good look for the ministry-"

He leaned forward, his voice in a slight shout, " you got that red demon stuff coming from your eyes, I know who you came from!"

I sat back and threw my hands up, "Twins! Cause you have the same thing happening in your eyes."

He stood back straight, his mouth was pursed.

"I'm sure you're aware, so like I was saying, you do know what it feels like to be consumed by the devil."

"What do you want?" he spoke through his teeth "If it's money you want, I got plenty. I-"

I shook my hands at him, "Nah, Bishop. We on the same team, I got plenty of money too."

"We are not on the same team."

"We kinda' are," I said shaking my head, "but it's whatever, if you don't wanna claim that."

"What the hell do you want from me?" he hit his fist on the Bible.

I raised my eyebrows at his anger then settled my face.

"Your life."

He just stared at me, his face curious of what I meant by what I just said.

"What? Wha- you mean by my life?"

"Your life, Bishop Tindley," I held my hands out and was tempted to say duh but thought that might be pushing it. He still looked at me confused.

I rolled my eyes, "I gotta' kill you, man," I raised my voice.

"The hell you are!" He tried to make his way around his large desk but I had my gun pulled out quicker and pointed at him by the time he got to the side of the desk.

"So you gonna' shoot me, a Bishop in the the church? You know we have security here? or you just gonna kill everybody on your way out too?"

I leaned back in my chair and turned it so I faced the Bishop full on. He slightly had his hands up and began lowering them.

"I mean, if it comes to that, perhaps but I'm thinkin that won't be necessary.

The door began opening and Yvette slowly walked in looking at me then the Bishop.

"Yvette! Call the police! Go!" he yelled at her but she turned to close the door then began walking to us. I never took my gun off the Bishop while I watched her movements. As she walked over she waved.

"Yvette," he called "what going on?"

She moved closer to the Bishop who walked towards her with his arms out to grab her. She quickly focused on him and grabbed his neck.

"Yve-" he tried to squeeze out.

My mouth opened at the sight. The woman was about 5'4 and looked as though she weighed no more than 130. The short sleeve blouse she had on showed her small muscles she had in her arm that held the Bishop up by his neck. His feet were only slightly off the ground as she held him straight up. He made a slight gurgle noise and clawed at her arms but no scratches appeared.

"Now why you wanna go an spread the gospel like that, Joe?" Yvette's lips moved but it was Lucy's deep voice that exited. Yvette looked over at me with my gun still aimed and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Hey girl, you were taking to long," Yvette said in Lucy's fake high pitch voice.

I aimed my gun down, "What do you mean? I'm clearly about to shoot him," I shot back.

"Jae, no you aren't."

The Bishops legs kicked a little as Lucy talked. "First off, you don't have your silencer on and everyone in the city was about to hear you shoot this man."

I put my gun back on safety as he talked.

" It would have been too easy to put it on. He wasn't going anywhere," I snapped.

He was quick to retort as Yvette flipped her hair, "Yea sure. He probably woulda threw a Bible at you and escaped."

I chuckled and stood up and began walking over to them, "Yea right, every time he put his hand on that Bible I saw a little bit of smoke rise."

I exaggerated but the bishop had enough energy to cut his bloodshot red eyes at me.

"Well, what ever," Lucy"s nails grew from her free hand then directed her eyes back to the Bishop who began to close his eyes. She shook him, "No, No, No, No, No, Bishop. Wake up."

He opened his eyes slightly as his arms were dangling by his side.

"You took advantage of what I had given you and you were going against me like I wasn't Your savior."

The Bishops eyes began to get some more color to them. I assume she loosened up her grip. The bishop reached up to grab her arms again.

"Yes, wake up so you can be fully aware of what's about to happen.

"No, no!" The Bishop whined.

Yvette raised her free hand and her fingers pierced the Bishop's abdomen. He screamed out the best he could then Yvette dropped him. He fell on his back and began grabbing his side.

"I rebuke you, Satan in the name of Je-"

SLICE

With a finger movement aimed at his neck, Yvette slit his throat.

"Damn, Yvette. Was that really necessary?" I had moved closer too them and we both looked at his body.

She crossed her arms and looked at me, "First of all, It's Lucy and Did you hear what he was about to say? Those are for real 'devil beat down' words and I don't have time."

I tucked my gun in the back of my pants as Yvette crouched down and placed a hand on his leg.

"Feel bad for what you did? Why are you touching him?"

"Wha- what? What happened?" Yvette's voice whimpered out.

My throat tightened when she turned around with tears in her eyes.

"What happened? What happened to Bishop?"

I switch this up. I looked at her fingers that had blood on them.

"Look at your fingers" I changed my tone, "What did you do?"

She stood up and finally saw her fingers. She began shaking her head as her fingers trembled.

"I didn't do this? I couldn't have! There's no way," she exclaimed.

I began backing up to the door. She quickly turned around, "Help me" she yelled.

I kept backing up until I put my hand on the door knob, "I'll go get help" I said unlocking the door.

I quickly exited the office and power walked to the down the long hallway back to the front.

Lucy is crazy, obviously, but this was suppose to happen way different. It was suppose to be a much cleaner job. He wasn't even suppose to be involved. I shook my head

"Doing better, Sis?"

I looked up to see an older man with a bald spot in a suit walking down the opposite hallway.

"Um, yea I'm better. Thanks. Hallelujah."

I kept walking.

"Good. God bless. It's my turn now to speak with the Bishop," he had a hearty laugh following.

I sped up my walk even more and left the church.

••

I stepped in the door of my apartment.

"You suck."

My head fell back and I looked at the door to close it.

"I have one foot in the door, Lucy. One."

He layed in my bed on his stomach. He had heels on that he held up in the air.

"Then step the other one in. We have matters to discuss."

I shut the door and walked over to my bean bag and fell down.

"We definitely do. What the hell was that?"

I pulled my gun out the back of my pants and put it in the drawer next to my bed.

He rolled over to his back and fiddled with his nails.

"Yea... So I was a bit rambunctious."

I threw my arms up, "Just a bit? You took the whole situation into your hands."

He giggled in a high pitch, "Literally."

I rolled my eyes as I took the hair tie out of my locs.

"Okay, so give it up," I enunciated.

He adjusted his head so he could look to the side at me, "Give you what exactly?"

"Gimme' the power or key to have your powers for the day."

A laugh exploded from his mouth at the high pitch.

"What do you mean?"

He rolled over so his black hair fell on the sides of his face as he looked at me, "Um, you didn't kill him."

"And who's fault is that?" I shaded back.

"It's not mine." he shrieked back, "You totally could've ended him before I walked in."

"No, you were just ridiculously impatient an-"

"Look," he interrupted and fiddled with his hair, "it's not my fault so, with that, I'll let you redeem yourself."

I dropped my face and looked under my eyebrows, "redeem myself because you're out of control?" I dug in my pocket and tossed the vile of soul back to him.

"Keep it," I hissed.

It landed on the bed in front of him. He looked at it and began, "Oh come on, that wasn't even the real favor... that was just the prelims to see if you were really about this task"

"You're ridiculous. Nothing but a tempter."

I stretched back on the bean bag and let my head and arms dangle off.

"Yours truly, but seriously, listen."

I heard a smirk on his face, "The real task to get my job for the day is something else. It's gotta be worth it for me to give you my title."

With my head still back, "Yea, yea, whatever," I countered.

He disappeared and reappeared sitting up on the bed, his heels on the floor, "seriously, so this person I need dead is-"

"Nope, U rebuke you in the name of Jesus," I quickly spat out.

"Oh you bitc-"

I reached in my pocket for my phone and turned on my music.

"Finally some peace."