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She thrust the ultrasound at me. The image showed a tiny, curled-up fetus. It had my nose. And also a tiny, coiled tail. And what looked like a minuscule third eye in the center of its forehead.

“Because he’s petty!”

The room spun. “But… I wore a condom.” She thrust the ultrasound at me

Satan comes over for brunch every Sunday. He brings bagels. He still calls me ‘the imbecile,’ but last Father’s Day, he gave me a card that said, “To my son-in-law. You’re less disappointing than I expected.” I framed it.

Satan insisted. “No daughter of mine has a bastard,” he thundered. “You will marry her in the Cathedral of Ashes, or I will turn your blood into bees.” And also a tiny, coiled tail

So, when my buddy Mark dragged me to a new underground club called The Styx , I figured the worst that could happen was mild indigestion from the overpriced gin.

She ate it. Then she cried harder. Then she fell asleep on my stained IKEA couch, her tail curling around my leg like a cat’s. “But… I wore a condom

“You’re the only one here not pretending,” she said. Her voice was a low, gravelly purr, like a vintage motorcycle engine. “No aura of desperation. No pleas to Asmodeus for a promotion. Just… calm. Stupid, blissful calm.”