Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Becca. It’s short for Peccata Carnis, but Becca is easier to say. How old would you say I am? I know, it’s hard to guess, but young, I would say. Somewhere between 18 and 25, right?
Wrong. I’m actually 399 years old. See, I’m a half-demon. Half-Devil, if you want to be pedantic. That’s right; my father is the Beast himself–Lucifer, Satan, Mr. Fire and Brimstone. Although I’ve never met the guy, of course. He’s not really the fatherly type. He and mom met right after she came over to the colonies on the Mayflower; Daddy always did love irony. Mom always said that he raped her, but somehow I doubt it. When pitted against the raw sexual energy of Satan himself, something as pitiful as human piety and willpower probably wouldn’t have cut it. Either way, they did something…sinful…and I was the result.
I’m sure you thought that Lucifer was bound in Hell until Judgement Day, but honestly he just doesn’t get out much. Greatest trick the Devil ever pulled, etc. etc. But mostly, it’s unnecessary. He’s got so many agents and helpers out there doing his work that he doesn’t need to involve himself. Daddy doesn’t travel for business. Daddy travels for pleasure.