Chapter 22
Lazarus~
As soon as I met Elisabeth in the lobby, I asked, “How are you holding up?”
“I’m tired,” she answered honestly.“I’m tired, confused, and...and tired.”
“Baby...”I whispered softly, wishing that there was some way to help her with all this.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, she said, “Let’s get this over with.”
Neither of us said anything as we hit the elevators, then made our way to the same observation room that we had used before.When Elisabeth had texted me that she was on her way, I had immediately made the arrangements to set Ramiel up in the room for questioning, and it had taken me a second to remember the name that he’d been originally using, creating a bit of confusion at first.
When we finally reached the room, Ramiel was waiting patiently, a knowing smile on his lips, and it was crazy how these Archangel’s had personalities that could be easily identified.For some reason, I’d been under the impression that angels had been mindless soldiers whose only substance was spiritual.I hadn’t ever imagined that they could be condescending assholes.
“Ramiel,” Elisabeth greeted as she took the seat that I was holding out for her.
“Elisheva,” he greeted back as I sat down next to Elisabeth, the both of us watching Ramiel from across the table.
“Why did you mention free will last night?”she asked him, getting straight to the point.
“Because I knew that Pytho would offer you a trade,” he answered, naming the demon from last night.
“So, it wasn’t Abaddon,” she remarked absently, thinking out loud.
“No,” Ramiel replied.“It was Pytho.God would never allow Abaddon to interfere, as he has always had conflicting loyalties.”
“What is so important about her free will?”I asked.“Why does that matter so much?”
Ramiel cocked his head a bit.“Which would you prefer, Lazarus?That Elisheva love you because she wants to or is forced to?”He leaned back in his chair, shrugging.“God is of the same mind.He wants His children to choose Him willingly, or else it’s not a pure love.”
“I spoke with Luther again today,” she informed us both.“He said that you visited them all, explaining how they all need to be ready for what is to come.”
“I did,” he confirmed easily.“The time will soon be upon us.”
“He also said that Lazarus will be the one to signal the start of the war,” she went on, surprising the fuck out of me.
I looked over at her.“Wait, what?”
Instead of answering me, Ramiel spoke for her.“It’s true.It will be you that starts the war.”
I looked back over at him, still in stunned disbelief.“Why in the fuck would I do that?”
Elisabeth let out a quiet sigh as Ramiel said, “They will be coming for her, Lazarus.They will be coming for her, and they will succeed in taking her.”
I immediately began shaking my head.“The fuck they will,” I spat.“No way am I letting anyone get their hands on her.”
Done with the riddles, Elisabeth leaned forward, her arms on the table.“You said that you would tell me how to defeat them once I believed in all this...well, I believe.So, tell me what you know.”
“First tell me what you believe that you are fighting for.”
