I summoned the power bestowed by Lucifer, who preferred Lucian nowadays, and sent a thin tendril toward the city, seeking my next target.
“Each soul I claim brings me closer to true freedom, to wings,” I murmured, turning my focus from the black velvet of night to my current home hidden in the wilderness of Central Texas, away from the prying gaze of humans. “And to long-overdue vengeance.”
The old familiar beat of fury fueled my heart, and I let the darkness and pain consume me like the old friend it had become.
How sweet it’ll be when I finally face him after all this time. Bet he never imagined his curse would lead me straight into the enemy’s arms.
When I finally became one of Lucian’s Fallen and received full powers, I would burst into Heaven and tear my father to shreds.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy, imagining Adam’s shocked face as I stormed into his precious sanctuary, and he realized I'd become everything he despised.
He’d thrown me into the wilderness of Nod after Abel had died without giving me a chance to defend myself.
We’ll see how righteous and brave you are kneeling before Lucian’s black throne, awaiting judgment and punishment.
Would the Prince of Hell throw my father into the Lake of Fire or disembowel him first?
It didn’t really matter because Lucian would own his soul, which meant no true death would ever relieve a spirit from the clutches of Hell. Instead, Lucian would revive my father repeatedly—and I planned on having a front-row seat to every sordid cruelty.
My vengeance and fury might never be fully sated, but it would be a hell of a start.
