Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 202: War

Chapter 202: War

"You are the Devil?" sputtered Bishop as he looked Hattie up and down. She still looked like a little kid playing dress-up with her dress and pigtails. How on earth was this the big scary Devil who controls an entire realm of demons?!?

"Guilty as charged," Hattie chuckled in reply. "Although, I suppose I owe my Maman an apology. She was always so sure that I was the spawn of a demon. I just thought it was her way of trying to break me down... who knew she was telling the truth?"

"You’re crazy, you know that, right?" pressed Bishop as he looked around the room. There was only one other angel in there beside him, and he was going to need all the allies he could get. Then again, it was said that the Sins hated the Devil more than anyone else, so maybe they would help him kill her.

And when she died, he could go back to the angel realm with his new family.

"Why is that everyone’s default?" pouted Hattie as she crossed her arms in front of her in a pout. "Yes, I know I am crazy. Get over it, or get dead. But I will not be changing any time soon."

"You hate her!" stated Bishop as he looked at Pride and Gluttony. "Help me kill her before she becomes too powerful for us to take down."

However, neither demon was paying the angel any attention whatsoever. "You are Lucifer?" whispered Gluttony, his face going completely pale as he remembered the whole conversation he had with Hattie about his creator.

"Yup," nodded Hattie as she took out a lollypop. When unwrapping it proved to be too much of a problem, she held the piece of candy out to Chang Xuefeng. "A little help, Daddy."

Chang Xuefeng chuckled softly as he took the lollypop, unwrapped it, and then gave it back to her. "You are never going to drop the Daddy thing, are you?" he asked with a sigh.

"Nope," agreed Hattie. "Suck it up, buttercup. You are my Daddy, and I’m never letting you go."

"I can live with that," sighed the Grim Reaper as he gently kissed his woman on the head. "I can definitely live with that."

"You..." started Gluttony, swallowing loudly when Hattie turned her attention away from Bishop and toward him.

"Me," nodded Hattie. "The evil, vindictive creator who clearly hated you all more than anything."

"I don’t understand. The Devil is immortal; how could you be her reincarnation?" pressed Pride, his eyes never leaving the woman sitting on his desk.

"That is a conversation for when all of you are together," smiled Hattie, but her smile was so cold Gluttony couldn’t help but shiver. "For now, let’s deal with this angel."

"You can’t do anything to me," smirked Bishop. "If you so much as touch me, then you will feel the wrath of all the other angels as they avenge me."

"I’m sorry," Hattie replied as she sucked on her lollypop. "But wrath is a demon. What you kiddies do is simply imitate the original. Now, while imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, it isn’t going to do jack shit against Wrath. You want a war? Bring it on."

"You cannot seriously mean that? Every time a war has ever even been suggested, you ran in the opposite direction. You might be talking shit now, but when push comes to shove, you’ll fold like a deck of cards," sneered Bishop.

The idea of Hattie as the Devil might have worried him in the beginning, but he remembered what she was like when she first got here. She didn’t have the balls to go against him, let alone an entire realm.

"I think you are a bit confused," chuckled Hattie as the air in the room started to freeze. "I am not Lucifer. While I am the reincarnation of the Devil, while I hold all of her powers, I am still very much me. Luci might not have wanted to put her men in the position of potentially dying in a needless war; I AM NOT HER."

Tank couldn’t take his eyes off his little Lamb, even as he could see his breath in the air as the windows in the room started to freeze over. She was absolutely spectacular—and she was all his.

"I will be more than happy to go to war with you and yours simply for the fun of it. And it would be fun. But if I am not mistaken, you have a whole long list of rules when it comes to engaging the enemy. We. Do. Not. The only rule for a demon is to survive. How about it? Want to declare war?"

Bishop froze even as he started losing feeling in his extremities. It was a well-known fact that the Devil hated the idea of war. So why.... "You wouldn’t."

"Fuck around and find out," smiled Hattie as the tip of her tongue shot out and licked her lips. "Cause I am itching to test just how far I would go to watch the world burn."

"You have to stop her! You know as well as I do that we cannot have a war between Heaven and Hell! The humans would be the ones to suffer and that is not good for either one of us!" sputtered Bishop as he looked at Pride desperately.

"She is my queen," chuckled Pride as he walked over to stand beside Hattie. "Whatever she tells me to do, that is what I’ll do. Besides, we aren’t the ones pushing for a war. You were the one who brought it up first. We are simply letting you know our stance. We really were kind, if you think about it. Now you know exactly what will happen if you keep pushing Mon Ange."

"An angel with a savior complex, who could have ever guessed that one? How about this? I am now claiming this place as mine... which means that you and yours aren’t welcome. You want to save the human race? Then go out and save them. Stop bitching from the safety of these walls and get your hands bloody protecting what is important to you," Hattie sneered as she laid her head on Pride’s chest and listened to his heartbeat for a few minutes.

"You think I don’t have blood on my hands?" replied Bishop, visibly pulling himself together. "I have more blood than a little girl like you could ever imagine."

"Then prove it," laughed Hattie without moving. "All the humans who are here currently that Tank does not want to keep can go with you. It’s a new world; go make something of yourself."