Shawna Romkey - The Devil Made Me Do It

The Devil Made Me Do It

Book two in the Speak of the Devil series

By Shawna Romkey

www.shawnaromkey.com

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The Devil Made Me Do It

Shawna Romkey

ISBN: 978-0-9939958-3-5

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Copyright 2013, 2015 Shawna Romkey

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Cover Art: Dark Imaginarium Art & Design

Editor: Candice Lindstrom

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Electronic publication November 2013, June 2015

1. Kung Fu Fighting

Get the girl! someone shouted behind me.

Hey, Im a girl

Wed thought most of the demons had been killed or had scattered like cockroaches in the uprising last fall, but small attacks still surprised us from time to time. This was one of those. As we crossed the empty gym with our lunch trays, we saw three of them heading straight for us. A quick glance from Lucs deep green eyes, and I knew it was time to test out some of my training.

I palmed my butter knife before Luc and I simultaneously dropped our trays. We spun around to see three demons charging at us. I almost felt sorry for them. I mean, Luc was here. Just three? How cute!

I positioned myself in the ready stance, waiting for them to come at me, and opened my senses to prevent a surprise jump from behind in case they were a mere distraction.

Luc stood at the ready, fists tight, back leg behind him to brace for the impact. I focused on the attackers. Luc remained serious, though I knew he would have no problem taking all three on by himself. I figured I was safe and was really more concerned about messing up in front of him.

We waited for what seemed like minutes at the half court line as they ran for us. Just as they got within range, I slid my lunch tray out with my foot. Perfect timing. One demon hit it with a hard step, and it caused him to lose balance and fall, his knees crashing into the gym floor.

Nice one, Luc said, leaning back to dodge the blow from demon thug #1, and coming up with an uppercut on #2.

Thanks. I turned to face my demon as he struggled to stand, putting Luc and me back to back.

My demon, a young looking blond guy built like a football player, snarled, kicked my tray away, and came at me again. He looked like a regular high school jock, but I knew if it were sunrise or sundown Id be able to see his true demon form, horns, ruddy skin, tail and all. As it was lunchtime, though I just had to assume that we hadnt offended the Pep Club whod sent the jock squad after us, and that us being jumped was part of the angel life I was now living.

I watched wistfully as my spinach salad with feta and strawberries spilled all over the gym floor, but I had to concentrate. Behind me, I heard punches and grunts as Luc handled the baddies. I knew they were under control because, well, for one, they were fighting Luc. So duh. Luc was the leader of the guardian angels here last fall during the first demon uprising, having had no experience or anything leading up to it. He managed the rescue after the explosion at the school before he saved me and was beamed up to Heaven. Then he came back down, and it took nearly forty demons to capture him. Hes tough. Hes commanding. Hes got green eyes to die for. Hes got these biceps that just make you wanna.

Focus Lily, demon thug coming at you in threetwoone

I snapped the knife out like a gang member and pivoted, so he was coming for my right side. I slashed him with the knife, which, being a butter knife, barely made a mark. He stopped short, looked down to see if Id even torn his shirt, which I hadnt, then grinned back at me and laughed.

Luc must have turned to watch. No sounds of a struggle came from behind me. He was probably done already.

Stab, not slash. Think of your weapon. He stood back to let me handle it.

The demon quarterback frowned and lunged for me. I had to do this right. Knowing Luc was watching, I gripped the knife and did a quick jab at the demon, spilling warm blood on my hand for only a second before he dusted on the gym floor.

Ewww, I said, wiping my hand on my white Keep Calm and Kill Zombies t-shirt, which was decorated in red zombie blood spatters anyway. Nice. No one will notice.

I glanced around Luc to see his demons unconscious on the floor. He sighed heavily and went to demon #2s side. Kneeling next to him, Luc did the angel-healing thing. Healed by a wave of green energy, the demons eyes fluttered open. This one was noticeably skinnier than my football guy. Not fair.

Before the demon could speak, Luc asked him, Do you repent your sins and turn to the light? Skinny jeans demon looked confused at first but saw his buddy demon start to stir.

He spat at Luc. Hell, no! The demons are coming! Youre all gonna die!

Bad idea. Luc snapped his demon neck. Before his words had stopped echoing in the vacant gym, the demon turned to dust at our feet.

The remaining demons eyes went wide. Luc asked him the same, Do you repent your sins

Yes! Yes, I repent! he said, cutting Luc off.

Luc took out his Blackberry and made a call. Yes, Father. We have another one Behind the gym Sounds good.

He looked at me. The church will get him shortly. Help me tie him up.

We found some jump ropes in a pile on the floor and tied him. We dragged him outside the gym and in minutes, a hearse pulled up to collect him. A young man in priests robes and a plain dressed middle-aged woman took him with a nod to Luc, and they were gone.

Well? I asked.

Well what? Luc said, but he couldnt keep the smile from his eyes.

Well, howd I do?

He turned to me and took my hands. You were amazing as always. He gave me a quick peck on the forehead and I beamed.

We went to see if any of our lunch was salvageable.

What about these piles of dust? I asked, glancing around at the evidence wed left from the fight.

Luc sighed. Ill find a broom. He headed off to the coaches office.

I picked up the non-spoiled food, trying to save as much of my salad as I could. Then I heard it. A slight pop of the gym floor, which a few months ago before my practicing and my demon readiness preparation, Id never have thought twice about. I froze, though, giving away the fact Id heard whomever it was.

Then there was the click of the gun. I took my tray and spun it Xena chakram style at the hooded figure behind me in an effort to surprise them so I could scramble away, but it wasnt enough.

BANG! The gun went off, and warm blood spilled from my side, making my already bloodied zombie shirt even bloodier. People will probably notice this, I thought. The noise and the blood. Everyone was in the cafeteria eating lunch, so maybe the shot would go unheard.