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There was a business card. It read: LILITH MORNINGSTAR – Vice President, Interdimensional Acquisitions.

Lilith stared at me with the flat, exhausted rage of a woman who has explained basic biology to a golden retriever. “Leo. I am the daughter of Satan. My ovulation cycle operates on a quantum level. Your little latex speed bump was about as effective as a screen door on a submarine.” There was a business card

For three weeks. The nausea started on a Tuesday. I thought it was the pho. Then my nipples started to hurt. Not chafing-hurt. Cosmic-hurt . Like they were trying to communicate with alien lifeforms. I googled symptoms. WebMD said: Pregnancy, demonic possession, or lactose intolerance. “Leo

Satan comes over for brunch every Sunday. He brings bagels. He still calls me ‘the imbecile,’ but last Father’s Day, he gave me a card that said, “To my son-in-law. You’re less disappointing than I expected.” I framed it. Your little latex speed bump was about as

I was in the middle of hyperventilating into a paper bag when my front door melted. Not broke down. Melted . Into a puddle of black goo that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar.