Okay, boys.” Pestilence's grating voice rang out. “Kill the human and the mutt, and let's get this Apocalypse started!

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.

No. It was because it was the first time I made love to anyone. You can call me a liar or anything else, but do not doubt me on this. And I swear to you that you were the first, and you will be the last. ~Wraith

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

I'm not going to pass out—” He cut her off with a kiss. “If you did, I'd catch you.

You volunteering to play Big Gulp? ~Wraith