Chaos and Mistletoe
Marsha stomped the mud off her boots, threw her coat on the couch and stretched out her leathery wings. Fuck winter. Fuck Christmas. Fuck everything jolly and nice. Fuck peace on Earth, and all goodwill to everyone. Fuck Will, whoever the fuck he was.
She brushed back her hair and noticed a snag in her black Cashmere sweater. Damn it all. Her tail whipped around and hit the side of the Parson’s table she’d put in the entryway last week. Damn it. That hurt. Tears welled in her yellow green eyes.
Nobody understood how hard it was sometimes being a Demon. Nobody. Especially this time of year. Even the Vampires and Werewolves were making merry and bright. Damn them.
She poured herself a tall glass of twenty something year old Scotch and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV. She clicked through the channels. Three hundred Christmas movies showed up. How many fucking Christmas brides can there be? For Hell’s sake. She could watch one of the five thousand British murder mysteries on Netflix but they ALWAYS found the killer. What fun was THAT?
Looking out the window at the tiny yellow and brown song birds Marsha felt a little twinge of envy. You can spread your wings whenever you want. It doesn’t matter if anyone sees you. You don’t have to hide your tails. Then she wondered what they tasted like.
She guessed she could have gone out again and stirred up more trouble, and made people more miserable but she didn’t feel like working. It had been ages since she’d had a few days off. Everyone else was taking time off so why not her.
There was a knock on her door. Marsha was sure the doorbell worked. Why wouldn’t people ever use doorbells? Putting down her glass she answered the door.
“Hey baby,” said a voice as smooth as silk and the best chocolate ever made.
Marsha’s bad mood left her. Oh it was a rare event when she wasn’t feeling like she wanted to kill something.
“Ace,” she whispered his name and pulled him inside. Everyone called him Ace but his real name was Azazel, the fallen angel. Marsha didn’t care if he was one of them. She was alone and off the clock.
Ace stretched out his slate gray feathered wings. Damn, it took up almost the entire entry way. He was so hot.
Later that night she lay entwined in her lover’s arms. She almost felt happy and content. She almost wanted to wear a sundress and go to the beach. She almost felt like she was in love.
“What are you thinking?” Ace asked as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I don’t know. I was thinking what it would be like to be a Christmas bride.”
“Well, you’ll never know now will you,” said Ace.
“You’re such a dick,” said Marsha.
“Merry Christmas baby,” said Ace with a long hollow laugh.
Marsha closed her eyes tight then opened them wide. “And a nasty New Year.”
And they fell asleep as a carpet of black mold grew over their dark souls, and they dreamed of chaos and mistletoe.
Some of you might have seen this one before but I thought it was fitting for December 2020.
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