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“Because of what’s coming,” Kit stated.
“What do you mean?”
“I believe the archangels are attempting to rescue the world from itself. To accomplish this, they require notable people to make the changes. And they are handpicking them and bringing them back from the dead. Those who died before their time. Influential people that could have made a difference if they’d lived. I think, dove, that those returning died before they fulfilled their destinies. That implies that more will soon join us in walking around. Heaven is making its play, and it’s huge. Anddicey. Return the wrong person, and you could blow everything up.”
“But what are we meant to do?”
“Be ourselves and help people. That is all.”
“Oh hell, now I have to learn airs and graces,” Stephanie grumbled.
Kit chuckled, wishing that was all he had to worry about. He sat back and hoped it would be as simple as that. But deep down, despite his reassurance to Stephanie, he knew it wouldn’t be. Heaven was gearing up for a war and they were the soldiers and the archangels, the generals.
The Angels
“Are you ready to explain yet, Lucifer?” Haniel asked as she sat next to him. Lucifer stared at something only visible to him.
“No. It is not time. We have to trust in the Rakehell Six and God’s Scourge.”
“Can I say something?”
“Sister mine, you can say anything you wish. That does not mean that I agree with you or that you’re correct in your opinion,” Lucifer replied.
Haniel smiled. For all his gruffness, she heard the fondness in his voice.
“I think you know of a bigger plan, one we’re not yet allowed to see. I believe it’s connected to Old Boney and the changing world. It’s out of balance. There are more cruel acts than good ones.”
“There are plenty of good acts, Haniel,” Lucifer challenged.
“The bad outweighs the good, Luc, and the balance is off.”
“Haniel, out of all my sisters, you are my favourite. But even if you guessed right, I couldn’t tell you.”
“Metatron wonders if Old Boney has influenced you somehow. I told him he was wrong, but as firstborn, you know what an arrogant ass he can be,” Haniel said, tucking under Lucifer’s shoulder.
“Our brother will never change. But Metatron doesn’t know everything, and that infuriates him. Out of all of us, he has father’s ear the most. I’m aware father confides in him. But there are situations Metatron, for all his power, cannot influence, and this is one of those. It falls to me. And I am tired, Haniel. So very bone weary.
“My name is constantly cursed and taken in vain. I do not know when the Devil and I became one, but in human eyes, we are now. I feel dirty and unwelcome. Amongst my brothers and sisters, you all know the truth, but so many misdeeds are being laid at my feet. It becomes unbearable. Perhaps it is time that once this mission ends, I ask Father for peace,” Lucifer admitted.
“You cannot!” Haniel sounded appalled.
“Oh, sister, I very much can. Even as an archangel, one can become tired.”
“I won’t let you go!” Haniel said fiercely.
Lucifer chuckled. His little sister was completely unaware of the challenge ahead.
He settled in, happy just to be around her, when he heard a howl of ‘Lucifer!’ come from Stephanie. A grin crossed his lips, and he chuckled. He could only imagine how well his last gift had been received!
Epilogue.
Wollscombe ignored the little ignorant busybodies trying to get her to communicate as she focused outwards, searching. There, the glimmer of evil was strengthening. With little effort, Wollscombe slapped it back and stamped on it. The evil curled back into itself, but its spiteful thoughts reached Wollscombe. She sent it a warning and then left it alone in its misery.
Wollscombe expanded her search outwards. Long ago, she’d been made a promise, and it was time to collect. Finally, she saw the flicker of brightness and sent waves of love towards it. The light turned its attention towards her, and Wollscombe accepted they’d soon be reunited.
Pulling back within her walls, Wollscombe studied the sleeping man in her most secret chamber. What would her children make of him? He was but one tie to the end, his presence necessary. For now, he slept peacefully, as he had since he’d left life. But even then, Wollscombe had seen his need.
Another man out of time, a faint tie to her bloodline, but not anyone her children knew. His place in the grand plan would soon be known. He’d unlock another puzzle. One her children and the Rakehell Six would help solve. Wollscombe lovinglysoothed the man even as she sent a tendril towards her precious daughter. It was time to come home. And free Wollscombe from these infernal nitwits living in her.
