Chapter 50
Michelle sat in her home office. She’d taken up full-time telecommuting after she’d accidentally destroyed Hell’s throne room. She really needed to round up a brigade or two of renovation demons, but just couldn’t seem to get around to it. Besides, she liked the commute from her kitchen to the office, thirty-two feet. She’d kept Hell strictly on the system of English measurement just to irritate everyone else on the planet.
She slapped the side of the terminal.
Hey! Why do you insist on doing that?
“It’s easier than hitting the space bar.”
Either one is a single motion.
“Okay. You caught me. It’s because I’m the Devil.”
Well, if you ever wanted a method to wake a body up in a foul mood you found it.
“So past caring. Besides, you don’t have a body. Also, the Second Messia
