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“This is my friend,” Azazel announced giddily. “Tyler Bastille, Alpha of the Bastille Pack.”
Silence reigned as both men stared at me. I wasn’t sure what they were waiting for, but they glanced at each other, and I felt they were communicating something important without using words.
“You’re working with the scum that killed your son now?” Sariel spat. “His kind murdered your child.”
“And I got over it,” Azazel said dismissively. “He was collateral damage.”
Lucy gasped, and he shoved her in our direction. Sariel caught her as she stumbled, moving her behind him as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched mother and daughter embrace.
My eyes were glued to the Alpha. He hadn’t stopped staring at me since he entered the room. Those red eyes barely blinked. I didn’t even know if he was breathing.
“You’re a monster,” Lucy said. She looked at her husband with new eyes. “Collateral damage? Our son?Our boy, Azazel?”
“Do you know how old I am, woman?” he laughed. He reached up to scratch his hairline, and I realized with alarming clarity that he’d scratched himself so deep, he’d created a cut. A cut he probably wasn’t even feeling. A fresh river of blood flowed from the wound; he was probably healing quickly enough that by the time he scratched himself again, he was just reopening the same cut.
“I’m thousands of years old,” he said, wide eyes. He spread his arms out. “I’ve had so many fucking kids, their faces have started to blur together.”
Sariel’s expression turned to stone. I balked.
“And don’t think you’re the only abomination I’ve sired, either,” he said, pointing one clawed finger at Sariel. “I’ve had everything, from vampire to demon spawn. You’re nothing special.”
The Alpha, Tyler, glanced at him then, and I knew immediately that he was lying.
“But he’s your first angel, isn’t he?” I asked. It was a miracle I could speak with the room's tension.
Azazel paused, and eyed me with a manic grin. “And yet, he’ll die like all the rest.”
“You killed your own children?” Lucy asked, horrified.
He waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “They were in the way.”
“No, not ‘in the way,’” Sariel let out a sardonic laugh. “They just wouldn’t bend to your will. They wouldn’t follow your instructions or allow themselves to be conditioned like Pavlov’s dog.”
The smile slipped from Azazel’s face, and I thought he would try to hit Sariel. I could see he was considering it. His eyes narrowed. “They were useless and wouldn’t fulfill the role they were created for. Thus, they becamedispensable.”
Lucy was full-on bawling, now. Tears streamed down her face.
“What was their role?” Sariel dared to ask.
“To stand with me,” Azazel said. He’d begun to pace the length of the cabin. He carelessly stepped on Bunny’s body, disfiguring her further.
Sariel and I exchanged confused glances.
“Jesus Christ,” Credence muttered. “This is why your kind needed to be put down after a couple hundred years.”
I could see her point.
“Don’t you know what I am?” he snapped. “I’m afallen angel!”
I squinted. I couldn’t find the right word to describe how deranged he sounded.
“You’re not getting it,” he said, making another lap across the space. “I’mthefallen angel. TheoriginalAzazel.”
At that, we all froze. Except Sariel.
“You knew this?” I whispered to him.
He nodded subtly.
