peace in the devil's den I

It had been nearly a month since the funeral, and life had been hectic – but Asuriel found a rare day of peace on a Sunday. She didn't work that day and didn't have to talk to anyone.

She had felt out of place sleeping in her room for the first few weeks after officially moving into Vaerion's place. Her bed was too big, the sheets were too soft, the pillows too plush, the scent too rich.

But that Sunday? Asuriel woke up in a bed that was finally starting to feel like hers.

Kismet was sprawled across her stomach, purring in his sleep, tails twitching.

Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would live in a massive mansion with a magical fox familiar and three infernal entities… but it wasn't bad. It was growing on her.