![]() Delicious!Īfter recovering, we headed north to Sedona. It did not disappoint, crushing at least three people, a New Year’s feast of souls for Eris and me. The taco drop was the greatest thing we’d ever seen. That’s the most exciting thing to happen in Arivaca since little Timmy tripped over a rattlesnake in August!” When we told the owner about the hail, she became quite excited, since apparently, “These things don’t often happen around here. We had to turn around, but to celebrate living through something both terrifying and beautiful, we went to Arivaca’s general store to get ice cream. We figured it would be fun to drive through the storm (humans, don’t try this), so we drove back through Arivaca and quickly realized that it’s not fun or safe to try driving through two inches of hail. Throughout the afternoon, we saw a storm developing. Sometimes you just need a little junk food. A quick jaunt over the border was absolutely delightful - shoutout to the three Customs and Border Protection agents whose souls we ate. We spent New Year’s Eve by the border at Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge. No one really noticed two demons running amok (they were too busy oohing and aahing at every friggin’ fresco). ![]() We got there a few days early and did what any demon would do on vacation: we visited a mission. Phoenix was only the first part of the trip - it was only right to head to Tucson, since they do a big taco drop for New Year’s. He also rarely consumes souls, but the two of us certainly enjoyed a few patrons who decided a zoo was a great place to litter or throw commemorative souvenirs and knick-knacks at animals. He is probably the nicest demon you could ever meet. The best part came when I got to see my best friend in the whole Underworld, Mathias, at the Phoenix Zoo. A desert where, the day we arrived, it rained. Beezelbub was! And it was glorious, as his punishment was to pay entirely for a two-week trip to Arizona for me and my little sister, Eris.Īrizona in winter isn’t as hot as Hell, but it is a desert. Fortunately, I wasn’t the object of his wrath. That was the message everyone in Hell received after he read my less-than-lukewarm review of Thanksgiving in Hell. You don’t piss off the Big Boss downstairs. I write because being the only demon girl on campus is a little lonely, but I have a lot of fun experiences I want to share! Everyone thinks I’m the Devil, but they’re wrong - I’m just your everyday college demon girl who’s here to study every subject her heart desires. Hi! I’m Nix, the demon girl who lives by that super hot spot in the tunnels.
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