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Lucifer shifted to the side closest to her and a large screen appeared as two doors retracted on the wall behind his desk. Looking at the images she recognized her mother the instant she appeared. Nithe grunted beside her. She caught his recognition of the city of Thisavrós, and he shared with her his conflicted feelings.
The mage himself carried an aura of deceit she knew the others couldn’t see, it was a preview of the taste of his emotions and blackened soul only her and her mother’s kind could see . . . Unless you were a witch as uniquely powerful as her aunt. Fainter than the senses of even angelkind could detect. A familiar taint surrounded him, similar to Raum’s. A connection to their master? Normally she would have to be near the person to catch these details, but she hadn’t yet released her connection to her mother’s heartbeat, and it was possible her impressions of the mage were flowing back to Jezzie along the fragile link. It was a plausible deduction, if flimsy, but she had no other explanations.
Giving voice to these impressions and thoughts elicited a variety of reactions and responses, the majority of which she ignored. Her beloved males stayed silent, though they did shift closer to her. Lucifer paused the video, Ramiel looked at her with a calculated curiosity.
“Please, show me the rest.” Jezzie looked pointedly at the screen, ignoring him. Questions were for later, right now her mother was missing, and she needed to know why.
“It gets rather gory, Jezzie,” Lucifer warned.
“Aw, that’s sweet, Dad. I do like this overprotective side of you, but honestly, I’ve seen, and probably done worse.” Jezzie laughed at his look of surprise. “I get it. I’m your daughter, you just discovered me, so it’s all new. But I’m not a baby, not a little kid, not some rebellious or innocent, naïve teenager. It’s a lot to take in, and it’s going to take time for us both to adjust. I’ve never had a dad either, you know. Now, on with the show.” She gave him her best ‘I’m super fine’ smile and flicked her fingers toward the screen.
“You heard the girl, Luc. She’s up for the show.” Deus raised his brows comically. If the dipshit thought she’d crack at a little gore he was going to be sorely disappointed.
The footage resumed and Jezzie wasn’t surprised at what she saw. At all. In fact she cheered loudly as the mage dropped into the gooey abyss of his death, causing her mates to chuckle amid the incredulous looks the others threw her way. Even her father seemed shocked at her reaction.
“I’m the daughter of the Devil himself. Seriously, what did you expect?” she blurted out.
When her mother fell into the dark vortex of a portal which opened at her feet, Jezzie’s amusement ceased on a dime.
“As soon as I saw this I went there, and, well, I may have been consumed by my anger . . .” Her dad looked a little sheepish. Damn, he’d Deviled out on their asses, hadn’t he?
“No shit!” whispered Deus.
“Shut it, Duke,” Lucifer snapped. “Anyway, your aunt saved the day, and brought me back to myself and to reason. She felt your mother disappear and came to investigate herself. Though, neither she nor we have had any luck locating her.”
“Nor can we find your aunt, which is also an oddity that sets my teeth on edge,” Ramiel interjected, his annoyance as clear as the grinding of his back teeth.
“Yep, I’d just love to meet that little witch again myself.” Deus sounded almost maniacally gleeful. To the point Jezzie was almost worried for her aunt, until she remembered her aunt’s favorite pastime and her worry turned into amusement. Deus had no idea what he’d be getting into.
Her smile seemed to disturb the arrogant idiot, she just hoped it was enough of a warning to leave her aunt alone. Unfortunately she had a feeling it only urged him on in his folly.
“It’s definitely my mom, but you knew that already. The death was justified, at least to me and her. He knew something . . . had been a part of something bad.” Jezzie turned the conversation back to her mother.
“Your aunt said as much, but we still need to find your mother.” Ramiel leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head.
It was only then she noticed the scars his flesh bore, as the light glinted off of the pale lines etched into his tanned arms. Their existence confused her. The questions were how many of the scars were salted wounds and how many pacts held Ramiel bound?
Ramiel caught her staring and winked. “Pretty, aren’t they?” Pride ran through his words, and she felt she had her answer. He seemed to cherish every one of them as if they were a reward he’d earned and yearned to display.
Looking back at Lucifer, she asked, “Can I call my aunt? I’m sure she’s beside herself with worry.”
“Please, feel free.” He practically flew from his seat and ushered her to take his place.
His seat felt warm and smelled of him, which gave her a comfort she never thought she’d have, a fatherly hug without arms even touching her.
“Oh, do you want some privacy?” Deus asked when she paused. “Too bad, I’m not missing this.”
Probably a good thing, she thought, at least this way he might get the hint. Jezzie dialed her aunt’s private number and immediately her face appeared on the screen.
“Jezzie, my dear girl, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick, you silly, wonderful girl. Leraie said you’d be calling, but not when. So I’ve been sitting on tenterhooks all week. What took you so long. Where are you? Why is that arrogant asshat there, and why is he smirking at me? Is that Lucifer? Oh shit, well, I guess that cat’s out of the bag then. It is, isn’t it? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come get you? Oh, who’s that handsome one next to Mr Rainbow? Is that Ramiel? Oh shit, are you in trouble? Am I? What?—”
“Rai Rai, take a breather.” Jezzie laughed. “I’m okay, I promise. Yes, he knows he’s my dad. I’m not sure why Ramiel is here actually. Deus is an asshat, I agree.” Both Jezzie and her aunt smirked at said asshat, who had the gall to look offended.
“As for the two handsome men on the couch, they are my mates. Well, two of them. Azaroth did a runner, but we’re going to get him back. Aunt, meet Leviathon and Nitierien. Guys, this is my Aunt Rai Rai.”
“Oh my gosh. That’s wonderful, Jezzie, my girl. Do you need me to castrate the other one? Did he hurt you? I can help you track him if you want? Where are you? I feel like I asked you that already.” She laughed at her aunt’s rapid fire words. She always talked like this when she was excited, worried, or in a hurry. More so when it was all three, like now.
“I’m fine. I’m at dad’s fortress. I’ll call you later to talk about mom and catch up. You have something to get back to, yes?”
