“I killed her,” I tell him, his brown eyes looking at mine.
“I know, and I destroyed her soul when she got here.”
I nod my head. He’s a hard man to read, very logical and direct with how he handles situations. Even if I’m still hurt, it’s clear that he cares and violence is his way of showing that. I can appreciate that.
“Can you stand here?” He directs me to a space in the library that is open. I watch with wide eyes as he grabs a crystal chalice, cutting his wrist and bleeding into the cup. His blood is dark and thick as it fills the crystal. “This won’t hurt,” he tells me. I close my eyes as I feel his blood circle around me. I feel the substance leak into my pores. If I thought I felt powerful before, this is nothing. It’s like a hit of complete overwhelming strength.
I gasp, opening my eyes. My body is still mine, but more. Like it’s been reinforced, I feel impenetrable. My father’s eyes are still closed as he concentrates. Looking down at my skin, I look the same, but I feel more like everything that has held me back on earth has been washed away and I’m in my ultimate form. Like I no longer have to pretend. I know what I am and my full potential is ready to be released.
He exhales as he sits down on the chaise behind him. He doesn’t look worn, just tired.
“Are you okay?” I ask him. It’s the first time I see him smile. It’s small, but definitely a smile.
“I’m fine, darling. How do you feel?”
“Whole.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”
“Better late than never,” I say, shrugging.
“I hope that you and Mara find you want to spend time here with me. That’s all I want.”
“Maybe we can do Sunday dinners or some shit?” I watch as Lucifer laughs. It’s rumbling and deep as he clutches his stomach.
“You, darling, are definitely mine. Now, let’s go see the others.”
I nod my head as he directs me out into the hallway. I take in more of the place than I did last night. It’s a beautiful and opulent estate. Clearly Hell, well at least this part of Hell, isn’t what most people would assume.
We stride past the room where Dax and I stayed last night. “Whenever you want to visit, that room is there for you. And Daxaddon,” he says the last line with a little disdain.
“Do you not like Dax?” I ask him.
“Daxaddon is a fine demon, good at what he does. He is certainly not age appropriate,” he says.
“How much older are you than Lilith?” I ask him. He glares at me.
“Fuck, the apple did not fall far,” he says, holding open the door to the formal dining room. Dax looks relieved to see me as I come and sit down next to him.
His gaze is assessing as he looks at me head to toe. When his hand touches my thigh I feel his magic more strongly than ever before. He acts as if the touch shocked him and his eyes are cautious as he looks over to my father.
“She’s whole now?” he asks.
“Yes, she should be able to access all parts of her power, not as fragile as she once was either.”
Dax sighs in relief. His hold on my thigh is even tighter than before.
“I would expect you to help her with her training, Daxaddon,” my father says.
“Of course, my lord,” Dax replies, bowing his head, and I roll my eyes.
Mara looks at me across the table while she bites her nails. “Blair?”
“Yes?”
“I would like to spend some time with you. Not right now, but maybe after I’ve been in this body a few days?”
“As long as you don’t hurt me or anyone I care about, I think that will be fine.”
