“Ezekiel is always a fucking asshole, but nothing out of the norm.”
“You’ll keep me informed?”
“Always, my lord.”
I give him a nod, dropping the handkerchief over the dead man’s heart, and portal back to Hell only to be met by a glass of whiskey and the overwhelming desperation that follows me everywhere I go.
Chapter nineteen
IthoughtIwassupposed to have another meeting with Rainn today, but he bailed. He does that often. I’ve scoured every library possible to see what I can find out about this diadem he wants so badly, and I’ve found nothing. Just as he seems to have no information about Diana, or what she was trying to warn me of.
I spend half my days researching the diadem and the other half searching for Beelzebub. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to kill him, but that’s also a part of my research. The spear he threw at my sister killed her and ended her afterlife. So I’ve been trying to find anything I can on ancient weapons, but nothing is turning up.
My crazy thought—that turned into a crazier idea—was to visit my old pal Doug’s house again. I remember all the very stealable shit he had in his home, and I’m wondering if he has anything of importance there. But I need to be smart. I need to know what I’m looking for when I break in.
So, here I sit at the seediest of seedy bars in Hallowsdeep—Eternity—hoping to gain some information. There’s a very hot demon, who almost looks like a viking, and I approach him like I have nothing to lose.
“Hi,” I say, waving my hand and taking the stool next to him.
“Haven’t seen you here before.”
“First time.”
He pushes his blonde hair out of his face, and I wonder for a moment who has longer hair, him or myself. As I ponder this I can’t help but sense the feeling of being watched, I look over my shoulder but no one is there. So I keep chatting up this demon, wondering if he will help.
The one thing I’ve learned recently is that demons are not a helpful species. It’s very much every demon for themselves.
“What can I help you with, doll?”
“I’m looking for a few things.”
He waggles his eyebrows, looking my body up and down.
“Not those kinds of things.”
“Boo… what are you looking for then—”
“Lilith,” I say my name and he smiles, not looking so downtrodden anymore.
“Elrick.”
“I’m looking for something that could kill a demon.”
He whistles and shoots back his whiskey. “You’re going to need a can of spray paint and a rare weapon.”
“I’m listening,” I say and Elrik talks animatedly.
“Weapons to kill the immortal are few and far between. I know for sure there are spears laced in Lucifer’s blood in Hell that can kill angels and there are daggers laced in God’s blood in Heaven that can kill angels and demons. Supposedly there are a few others that have been manufactured by witches centuries ago that are powerful enough to do it too.”
“Any idea where I can get my hands on a weapon like this?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Like I said, few and far between. You’re better off finding a dagger that can send demons back to Hell.”
“Those are more common?”
He nods and takes a sip of his drink. “Witches have been making them for centuries, not so much anymore. It has to be a powerful witch, and the spells are complex, but they can make them.”
“But then they’re not dead.”
