Interlude
He’d kissed her.
Kissed her.
Had he gone absolutely mad?
That seemed to be the most logical explanation for his completely illogical behavior, and yet Beelzebub didn’t feel mad. He felt….
He wasn’t sure how he felt. Not like himself, not the demon who’d mocked Asmodeus for his liaisons with human women and thought Lucifer absolutely insane for getting tangled up with some insipid mortal. How could a human female possibly have anything to offer that would make the rulership of Hell or the powers of a demonic lord pale in comparison?
And yet, here he was…fallen prey to the same weakness that had seized both Lucifer and Asmodeus.
It would have been easier if he could have blamed the whole incident on the various weaknesses of this human body to which he’d been confined. At le
