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From the moment I was cast to Hell, I vowed to never look back. To never need Heaven and all its trappings. Half the benefit of being the lord of Hell is that I’m my own master.
But for her... I’ll fall to my knees at His feet.
“Take me to them.”
I follow Zeke to the location the archangels have chosen, drawing all demons still under my control within the vicinity to trail behind as I move along. They creep along the shadows, staying hidden to the human eye.
There was no summons, but my fury calls to them.
My eyes roll when we enter St. Michael’s Cemetery. Heaven’s flair for the dramatic never ceases to annoy me. As if to further aggravate me, Michael, Leeanna, Malachi, and Zeke stand shoulder to shoulder in a worthless show of dominance.
“God sent the muscle,” I quip, smacking my lips in utter disrespect.
“Hold your tongue, Satan,” Michael’s voice booms. Trees quake at the force, and thunder rumbles overhead.
I throw my head back and laugh, wiping away a nonexistent tear just to further piss off the four stoic beings glaring in my direction. My hands rise in mock surrender. “You have me here; what do you want?”
“Drop the theatrics, Lucifer,” Zeke bites out. “Have you already forgotten Tori?”
All humor dies at Zeke’s words. The reminder of why I agreed to this crashes over me, bringing me back to reality.
“Interesting,” Leeanna muses. “Satan does have...feelings.” The way she says feelings, as though the thought is repulsive, instantly enrages me.
My hand flies up, curling into a fist, and Leeanna’s head jerks back, both hands flying to her throat. Zeke’s eyes widen.
“Let her go!” he roars, but doesn’t make to come closer.
Michael’s head snaps between mine and Zeke’s, but he doesn’t so much as speak.
Fucking pathetic.
“What’s wrong, Michael?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, never releasing my hold on Leeanna. “Afraid to give me a reason to prove that I can end you with one flick of my wrist?”
Leeanna chokes and splutters, clawing at her throat. I won’t kill her, but every angel here knows if I want to, I can. In one simple move, her existence would be snuffed out.
“Lucifer, stop,” Zeke implores. “Stop with the fucking pissing match. This is wasting time.”
He’s right. This won’t get Victoria back.
I drop my hold on Leeanna and she crumples to the floor with Michael falling to his knees at her side. Malachi takes a step toward me, appearing murderous. Zeke’s hand flies to his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
“Why am I here?” I growl.
Michael helps Leeanna to her feet, and they all once again stand shoulder to shoulder as though I wasn’t squeezing the life out of one of them moments ago.
“We need your cooperation. Victoria must remain in Hell for a short time,” Michael says, finally deigning to speak.
Leeanna flinches just barely at the words.
“Why?” I seethe, growing tired of this worthless back-and-forth.
Heaven doesn’t abide the fallen. If they’re keeping tabs on her after she fell for me, they plan to use her in some way.
“Why?” I repeat, menacingly.
“It will all be revealed in time.” It’s all he offers.
“You want her to suffer?” I bellow, growing more irate with every second.
