Phei had always been, by every long-standing account, a man of his word.
Whether the promise involved a divinely ordained bloodbath, a Tuesday lunch reservation, or the silent, filthy vow he made the moment he first laid eyes on a woman who had no business breathing the same air as her pathetic husband — Phei kept his promises.
Patriarchs were now ruined on schedule; their women stolen, their daughters running away with him, live-cuckolding men, Witches stolen on schedule, Mothers freed from abusive husbands on schedule.
'Just so many of divine missions I'd rather not say. Who know the devil might get jealous and prepare a special place for me in hell to ruin her demons too.'
The universe, he had discovered somewhere around his third ecstatic conquest of Maddie, that it didn't particularly give a damn what a man like him did with his afternoons, so long as the body count stayed reasonable and the women stayed deliciously, thoroughly fucked into blissful, dripping surrender.
