Oliver nodded. “Yeah, my father is an Archangel.”
“Really? Which one?” Alexei asked.
“Gabriel.”
The general’s face paled, and Alexei shot him a concerned glance.
“Do you two know him?” I asked, feeling a strange urge to comfort the general.
“We did. Once. But that was a long time ago. I hardly remember him anymore,” Alexei said nonchalantly, then changed the subject.
“What about you? Miss Princess of Hell.”
I glanced at the three of them.
Alexei eagerly waited for my response. Oliver pursed his lips in a frown, looking half-distracted as he stared at the side of the general’s face. And the general… His gaze was distant, and his hands were fisted so tightly they were shaking.
He’d known Oliver’s father.
But Oliver didn’t press the general for answers. I remember him saying something about his deadbeat dad, with whom he had no relationship, so maybe he didn’t care to know. If he didn’t press, then neither would I.
However, I couldn’t stand to see the general so caught up in his mind.
“General,” I said.
He didn’t respond.
I grabbed his gloved fist. “Ronen.”
He jerked to face me, his throat bobbing. I wanted to ask him if he was okay, but I wasn’t sure how he’d respond to that. Instead, I squeezed his fist a second time, staring at him as I said, “I have the powers of the Seven Circles of Hell, and the Glory of an Archangel.”
It had the desired effect of distracting him—distracting them all.
“No, you don’t,” Alexei said, shaking his head at the same time Oliver chimed in, “You never told me that!”
I released the general’s fist, but after I did, something shifted in his gaze, and he nodded at me. I gave him a small smile and turned to the others.
“When Lucifer was created as the King of Hell, lords were created with him.” Although I wasn’t sure how. The books never stated the ceremony Lucifer went through, or where the lords came from, or what they were. “He had to give away his power to the lords so theycould reign efficiently in their circles. But he was able to keep the power of the two he had the largest affinity for, having enough for both him and the other two lords. I haven’t given away any of my powers and have already developed affinities for four out of the seven circles. It’s safe to say, eventually, I’ll develop them all.”
“Holy fucking shit.” Alexei gaped.
“I second that.” Oliver nodded.
“She’s almost as scary as you, Ronen.”
“Is that so?”
Chapter
Thirty
LUCILLE
Shadows shot out, covering the Shard Field, the creepy forest, and all the light. My stomach fluttered—not because I couldn’t see in front of my face, but because of the immediate peace I found within the wispy darkness.
“They created me with the Weaver’s Book to be a tool for torture.”
I stilled.They?Who the hell were they?
