Devil

“Listen, kid, you think I don’t have powers?” spoke the angel. “You ditch that guy and I’ll hook you up.”

The devil on Bobby’s other shoulder was easily dispatched with a flick of the wrist, having little power other than persuasion, and in this he’d finally been outmatched.

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“Okay, angel,” the boy said, holding up his drum sticks. “Do your thing.”

The angel nodded. “Okay. Okay. First, we need to clear some time in your schedule for practice-”

“I knew this was bullshit,” Bobby muttered.