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PROLOGUE
In the beginning, the Angel Lucifer was cast out of heaven, and condemned to rule Hell for all eternity. Until he decided to take a vacation…
8 years later, the demon Mazikeen who had sat faithfully at his side for millennia,
Took her own vacation from her life in Los Angeles…
On the hunt for a suitable gift for a baby soon to be born…
The search took her to New York City…
And an encounter that would change her life forever…
CHAPTER 1
“Woah, that was close!” her roommate shouted to a distracted Maze, as she picked Stabby from the wall beside her now slightly terrified roommate.
I’m an expert at finding things (humans and their weaknesses) thought Maze, so why can’t I figure out what a baby would want or need?
“Ugh!” She growled, throwing Stabby at the wall once more, much to her roommate’s dismay, considering it was her who was required to pay for all the damage Maze inflicted on their poor walls. Their landlord was beginning to become a little suspicious of all her excuses, usually involving pinning things to the wall or some such bullshit.
Maze decided that she would have to get some information on the subject. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to get information. Although, her methods may be a bit overkill in this situation. Meh, overkill is almost the best kind of kill, second to the obvious, of course.
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That was how she ended up in a lab, with a scientist held over a sink full of ice water, with his chin drenched in a just delightful mix of sweat and ice water, asking him questions about babies’ developmental needs and the things they like most, when a striking figure in a leather jacket and all black entered. For a moment, Maze was slightly confused. Had this stranger chosen to dress like her?
“I’ve been called to a kidnapping and torture case.”
“Name?”
“Detective Diaz, to you. Any other names don’t matter. I believe I’m supposed to be asking you that?”
“Mazikeen Smith. Maze if you can’t spell Mazikeen.”
“Mazikeen Smith, you are under arrest on suspicion of kidnapping and torture. Any-”
“Yeah, yeah, anything I say can and will be used against me, blah, blah. Not sure there’s much suspicion about it. You pretty much saw me do it, didn’t you?”
“The investigation will be ongoing. Get in the car.”
“I have to say, if the cops in LA looked like you, I might get arrested more often.”
“Shut up.”
Rosa pulled the car out of the space it’s parked, and into the road.
“Wanna explain how you got in that situation I just found you in?”
“Not really.”
“Fine. Enjoy prison.”
“I got out of suspicion once; I’ll do it again.”
“Sure you will. Enjoy prison. How’d you manage that?”
“Framed.”
A nod of acknowledgement from the driver’s seat.
“So many criminals are, if you believe what they tell you.”
“Charge me, if you can prove it.”
“We’re here. Got to process you now.”
“Good luck.”
And with that, Maze ran around the corner into the safety of a dark alley, under cover of the darkness that seemed to have suddenly fallen.