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At the center, in front of the crowd, sat Lucifer in the same throne—or perhaps a replica. It seemed he rather liked the whole skull motif. At least he was consistent.
He turned toward me, a smirk on his lips that said he’d planned it all.
Butwhathad he planned?
He looked far too pleased given that the night before, as far as I recalled, he hadn’t learned anything useful. Or maybe he’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted, and I just didn’t understand. Whatever it was, I could bet if he was happy, I wouldn’t be.
Another sound echoed through the open space, and in the center of the area where the men stood, the air shimmered with green like some sort of force field. Darkness moved beyond it, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
A large, sprawling staircase sat between the arena and me. Past that, the crowd of onlookers stood, their backs to me. Even though I didn’t have any idea how I could reach the men—or even if I did, what I could do to help—I took off down the stairs.
The shimmering brightened, then disappeared as it had before, revealing what creature Lucifer had chosen for their final fight.
Silence fell, the crowd seeming to take a simultaneous breath and step backward. Anything that forced that from a group of immortals was not a good thing.
In the center, between the men and the crowd, was a shadowed being that made my blood freeze. It was something I’d seen before, something I’d lived my whole life hearing about.
The thing Lucifer had picked for them to fight, the thing they somehow had to kill despite it being impossible, was areaper.
