Saturday, November 8, 2008
Someone asked me yesterday what I’ll do when Harold’s gone – sucked downstairs to whatever circle Hell deems most suitable for him.
Quite honestly I shall carry on as I did before I met him. Perhaps the Waterman dynasty will continue and perhaps not. Only time can tell*
Will I miss Harold when he’s gone? Probably not. Quite apart from the fact that I can visit him whenever I want to, remember whose lad he is – there’s more than a good chance he’ll get a position in the army. Nephilim can become devils (though rarely are they ever promoted to demons) so there’s a distinct possibility of a commission.
I shall, however, enjoy what time we have together, secure in the knowledge that Harold is dying. It may take him two hundred years, but I’ll be ready to dance on his grave.
*and a few condoms with pin holes