Interviewing the Angels - Part 3 / Ink Slinger
I'm about to turn and follow him when a cheerful voice crows out, "Ink Slinger!"
Swinging back to the door, I see Leviathan following in his bosses wake. Before I can brace myself, he grabs me about the waist and swings me in a circle. Again, I'm not a petite woman, but he tosses me about as if I weigh nothing.
He sets me down and before I can pull my wits back together, he's yammering at me. "Okay, so I know you’re here for your writer thing but, see, Big Kahuna and I need to go take care of some Hell business. So, like, you wanna just wait here for a while?"
Still reeling from the spin, I stammer, "Uh, sure I guess."
It's not like we've had this scheduled for weeks and I drove hours to get here or anything. . .
Then again, I'd been hoping for an out. So should I really complain?
"Awesome! You're the best, Ink Slinger," Levi beams, patting me on the head like a dog or favored pet.
Actually, the metaphor is probably more apro po than I'd like to admit. They probably do think of me as a pet around here. Maybe I should ask for a collar like Cuddles on my next trip up.
"Be back as soon as we can." Levi gives me a friendly tap on the shoulder with his knuckles and turns to follow Luce. On some telepathic queue, they both teleport away; there one second and gone the next.
"Great," I sigh, lifting a hand to rub at my temple and the head ache I feel building.
A whine draws my attention back down to Daisy. Maybe I should interviewed the hell hound. I'd probably get more answers out of her anyway.
"Well," I say aloud to no one in particular, "if I'm here, I'm not leaving without raiding the devils stash."