"Anyika, men are such pigs," Vera said staring into her bourbon.
"Yes, Vera, they are. Don't you just wish he was a real pig on the
way to the slaughter house?" the disguised demon suggested.
"Nah, that would be too good for him," she replied.
"Too good, huh?" she asked sliding her tongue across her teeth.
It was easy to forget that Anya - Anyika - had ever been anything but
a vengeance demon, but she had once been human, actually she had been
human more than once. She was just such a good vengeance demon. Then
after death, her lover had grieved and then moved on to date other
women, well, she had become a demon again to exact vengeance on him
and others of his kind. She sipped her drink and listened intently to
the woman's wish as she glared across the bar at one man in
particular.
Lance Carter had no idea that the lady he took home for the one night
stand had misinterpreted his interest. They had both been drunk and
horny, and today he couldn't even remember her name. He didn't even
recognize her across the bar without her makeup and hairdo, and even
if he had, he was working on a younger hotter lady for tonight anyway.
Vera had been wronged more than once, and she would continue to be.
Lance was just her type of victimizer, and what he had done to her was
consensual, but what guys like him had done to her in her old hometown
was not consensual. All guys were guilty, whether or not they were
guilty, it was their nature, she thought in her drunk angry mind.
Anya didn't care. She just wanted to punish men, and Vera was about
to make her wish. Lance's life would be forever altered, and he'd
probably never even know why. Anya grinned, as Vera spake her fateful
wish.