LUCIFER WALKED DOWN a tree-lined street a few blocks from the upgraded Kingston & Throop station. Where Manhattan had descended into darkness, Brooklyn thrived. All the houses on the block were lit up. Air conditioners hummed. Parents called their kids home for dinner. The brownstones hadn’t changed much since the nineteen thirties. Even the music was similar. Jazz's close cousin, hip hop, replaced the bluesy sax, but the energy remained the same.
He arrived at the address Nate had given him. Up the block, Kissera's heels made a clicking sound on the pavement. Her hair hung freely about her shoulders. She walked with a lightness he hadn't seen in her before. Their eyes met and she smiled so wide he could see fangs. She was beautiful.
“Good timing.” She greeted him with a kiss as her arm
