Michael, take that file out of the freezer and stamp it with the "Great Black Mourning" seal!
We were supposed to be having a cozy, sulfur-scented dinner at Endora's—the first witch in history—sipping her legendary Smoothie-Potion mixes in the backstreets of Hell. But destiny just made my "False Witness Tongue" sandwich get stuck in my throat!
Asti sat our little Valerys in her bone-made high chair, putting her chia and activated carbon pudding in front of her. I was just about to taste that "Aphrodisiac Mermaid Heart" wrapped in Komodo dragon skin to stoke the fires of the palace, when...
GABRIEL!
He dropped by our table, looking sharp as ever, giving the demons walking their hell-hounds a look that said, "I spit on your lack of vision."The words coming out of Gabriel's mouth burned worse than Endora's strongest potion: "Her life is in ruins..."
