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Chapter Three

   Jerry had no problem with that.

    Upon earth though he had to find a body to inhabit or else he wouldn’t be able to work in the physical realm for more than a few hours. Returning to hell for a recharge was an option, but a pain in the ass with the back and forth. So to help him in the bargaining department Lucifer gave him the power to grant wishes as well, what could be equated to a blink of an eye of happiness for a hundred years of servitude. Hardly worth it, something no soul realizes until their penance beings.

   He wasn’t a djinn, a genie. They were on a different level of existence then a soul, like a demon or an angel to a human soul. And they had far more power than Jerry did, namely the ability to grant multiple wishes versus just the one. And they didn’t do it in exchange for anything except a little entertainment. Jerry on the other hand would trade his victims for their souls, giving him the opportunity to overtake their bodies so he could serve Gage while on earth. And unlike Jerry- who had to grant the wish word for word- the djinn could interpret the wish however they wanted, not take it for its literal translation, usually causing more suffering on the part of the wisher then enjoyment.

   Jerry’s preferred choice were those of some affluence. Those who never could get enough of the good life, making life easier for the both of them on earth with the access to their hefty bank accounts. Gage had investments on earth that supported him well enough, but it didn’t hurt to have some disposable income on top of his other finances. But those Jerry targeted also had to be of the isolated and loner variety so as not to raise any alarms when the body disappeared from its normal routine of work and home life. And as those were hard to come by with the rich, more times than not it was the low and the desperate he inhabited the bodies of, which also had the added downfall of suffering any addictions they may have had. 

   And since this- oh what in Lucifer’s name was it? - thing was cowering in Gage’s doorway he had to assume the demon had come back with the all set. Whatever it was it hadn’t been here that long because the kind of fear he was giving off was a turn on for most of those allowed to roam freely about. And not a one would think twice that it was Lucifer’s soul they were taking to the floor to sodomize.

   Pushing away from his doorway Gage scrubbed one hand over his face and ushered the servant in with the other, why was he always the one to tell these souls these things? It was a little reluctant, its eyes looking around for signs of an ambush Gage supposed, but after a moment’s pause the soul moved inside.

   And put his back to Gage without thought, another mistake.

   Letting someone be at your back meant you trusted them, and you didn’t trust anyone in hell, the soul had to know that much.

   Not feeling comfortable with it at all Gage rounded the soul, using the excuse to check on the women in the bath. Another benefit of Gage’s was heated water. How it was pulled off he couldn’t even begin to guess, but after spending so much time on earth he had grown accustomed to the heated water and the icy showers just weren’t doing it for him anymore. Something Lucifer had no problem complying with for his best killer.

   One side of Gage’s mouth crooked up as he cracked the frost door, the women were standing there together under the water, enjoying its warmth. Other then the bodies pressed against them, ones that were essentially cold in nature, it had to have been, well, heaven.

   “So what’s your name?” Gage asked as he turned back to the soul, hoping that would solve the mystery.

   “Riley, my lord.”

   No such luck.

   Riley was acceptable for both sexes these days on earth, and assuming this soul wasn’t long gone from it then it didn’t do him a damn bit of good.