Chapter Fifty Two
“I’m sorry, what? Satan is throwing a fit? Did I hear you correctly?” I question.
“Yes, you did hear us correctly. Satan, the devil, whatever you want to call him- he is currently throwing a fit. That’s why the ground is actually shaking and why dark energy is floating around.”
“Does this… happen often?” I ask tentatively.
“No. The last time he threw a fit was during the Salem Witch Trials, because he was annoyed with the amount of supernatural creatures being killed at the hands of petty humans.”
My eyebrows hit the ceiling.
“Throwing a fit in that situation was perfectly reasonable. I mean, some of the strongest witches were being hung, regardless of the fact that they should be too smart to get caught!”
I turn my head, ever so slowly, to see a figure standing
