I stepped away for two seconds to change Valerys's diaper and lounge in my husband Asti's muscular, horned lap, trying to be romantic like, "Oh darling, this mortal world is such a tiring place, there's no hierarchy left"—and meanwhile, our girl has already conquered Narnia like an Absolute Ice Queen, planting her flag on the highest tower!
Scoring a merit scholarship by getting into the top 10%? Literally setting the place on fire with A+ grades? GO GIRL!
As Madison, I've practically swept all of Hell clean with my pride-filled cape! But time... that wretched, sneaky thing... By the time I shared two kisses with Asti and flirted about whether Hell's fire or his love is hotter, weeks have passed on Earth! Our Lola is now a certified university student, but it seems her system has hit "Error 404," and the circuits are fried!
