As Kikimora and Nocnitsa prepped Wylla, buffing her nails and trying different hairstyles, Wylla thought this was the time to ask questions. "How did you both end up in Hell? I mean—Nadivis."

"I shot my ex-husband in the head," Kikimora grunted, braiding Wylla's hair before deciding to let it hang loose. "He abused me, hitting me silly every night. I snapped, I didn't want to be his pretty doll, I wanted to be hell to him. So I ended up in Hell."

"What? He abused you, you basically killed him out of self-defense."

"God didn't think so, I sinned after all," she grumbled unhappily as her demon tail whipped through the air. "I got this tail, though."

"I was hit by a car," Nocnitsa said simply and Wylla stared at her. "It was funny, I led a good life. But I was still alive when I got into the car accident, and so was the drunk driver. I lost it, if I was dying, I was bringing him down with me. So I technically also killed someone."

"Damn."

"Stand up, we're finished," Kikimora said, helping Wylla from her chair, and shoving her in front of a mirror. Wylla gasped, feeling like she would burst into tears. She looked so...beautiful.

She wore a layered red-black dress, the tight corset actually showed off a bit of Wylla's flat chest. The dress had a high slit to her thighs but covered her hip dips which she was insecure about. Her chestnut blond hair was down and loose, shining like gold. The exquisite jewelry changed the outfit, and Wylla had talked all day about the dazzling high heels. "You guys...oh my..."

"You look ravishing," Nocnitsa grinned, placing a hand on Wylla's shoulder. "King Leviathan will obviously pick you."

King Leviathan, AKA Satan, the Devil, the Demon King of Hell. I'm freaking seventeen, Wylla thought. She didn't like the idea of him just picking a wife like picking a flower from the garden. Most people view flower-picking as cutesy, but Wylla knows that when the flower is picked, it dies.

I'm not dying, she thought. "Tell me more about Leviathan."

Nocnitsa was taken aback. "Well, he's been ruling for centuries." Wylla wrinkled her nose, Great, he's a billion years old. "Well, the king has a lot of power. Most demons are scared of him."

"But you'll be different," Kikimora declared suddenly. "Today, you woke up in Hell, and instead of freaking out like most mortals, you went head-on. That's what King Leviathan is looking for, that's what Nadivis. You'd be a splendid ruler, you'd change history."

Change history. "Thanks, Kikimora."

She handed Wylla a pair of black sheer, netted gloves. Wylla slipped them on as Nocnitsa tied a red lace masquerade mask around Wylla's face. "It's a masquerade ball, after all, remember, Wylla?"

Wylla allowed a small smile. "Yes. Is...Is King Leviathan cruel?"

The two demons didn't reply. Kikimora sighed, frowning. "He's the Devil, he doesn't have a kind heart. He reminds me of my ex-husband, it's a horrifying thought, Wylla Adler. King Leviathan...let's just say he doesn't treat his women right."

Wylla fiddled with the gloves. "Okay."

"Now, on more pressing matters," Nocnitsa interrupted, pulling Wylla to her feet. They started walking towards the door and Wylla hurried after them. "We have a gala to attend."