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“Keep fighting. It’s all we can do,” I shout over the melee.
“But sir, the whole of Hell has come to aid Nolda, I fear.”
“You haven’t. Have you?”
“Well... no, but—”
“But nothing. Keep fighting, Verin. We can defeat the likes of Nolda for shit’s sake.”
I steel my voice, attempting to hold it steady. “Aza, have you seen Nolda or Bumalin?”
He shakes his head but continues to concentrate on the battle in front of him.
I’m growing increasingly concerned about our chances. In truth, I knew it was bad, but I had no idea how bad it was.
The number of traitors among us is staggering. Not that I should be surprised. These are the demons who earned their damnation. Defecting is the least of their crimes.
“Lilith, call in the hounds.”
I’ve been saving Rix and the group of hounds for a dire situation, and right now, it feels fairly dire.
She bellows at the top of her lungs, and demons around the room slam their palms to their ears, screeching in pain at the level of her screams.
It gives those of us accustomed to her a chance to strike.
I should’ve thought about usingheras a weapon. In this fight, she could be very useful with intermittent bellowing. She’s like a reverse siren, her call a deterrent.
I twist and turn, taking out one demon after another, not stopping to watch the floor swallow them up. We have only a few seconds before the effects of Lilith calm and the demons are back in the swing of the action.
“Satan, I don’t know how long we can hold them,” Aza shouts.
“Keep pushing,” I yell back. “Nolda cannot make it to the throne.”
That’s their plan, and the ultimate reason I allowed the battle to be fought here. The throne must be protected. If Nolda manages to sit on that throne with four high demons at his side and a black witch, he’ll be the ruler of Hell. And we’re close to that being our reality.
Slicing through the hordes that continue to come, I back away from the main hall and slip into the empty corridor leading to the throne room.
My legion has been able to keep the demons from getting this far, but it won’t last.
Closing my eyes, I fall to my knees as I send up a silent plea for what may be the first time to God for help.
“I won’t abandon the throne again. You have my word.”
I wait, but for what, I’m uncertain. Divine enlightenment? God’s voice to call down to me? Huffing, I stand to my feet, growing angry with myself.
Of all the times to show weakness, this isn’t it. To call on God... the one who abandoned me here in the first place... it’s pointless.
When I open my eyes, I have to blink several times to determine if what I’m seeing is a mirage or reality.
Michael, Leeann, Zeke, and at least a dozen more archangels are bursting through the main hall doors, joining the fight.
“Lucifer, the reapers are out front, holding the line. If we can get things under control in here, it will all be over,” Zeke yells over the fray.
The reapers.
Victoria came. Somehow, she was able to convince the reapers to fight on my side. Victoria is here... somewhere.
Dread pools as I recall the state of the place. The fallen demons who fought at my side. The evil that stains these walls. And she’s out there surrounded by it.
