Satan blinked, the slap a hundred times more startling than painful.
Then she laughed.
Then, in the blink of an eye, she was on top one of the city's skyscrapers, Svetlana dangling over the edge with Satan's hand around her throat. Azrael be damned (and ha, what a thought), no one slapped her.
"Little mortal," Satan said, fire curling around her, "that wasn't wise."