He shrugs. “Probably easier to have them non-corporeal than to find a dagger that can actually kill a demon.”
“Thanks for your help.”
“Any hints as to what demon has you all riled up?” he asks, and I wonder why this demon was so free with his information. I watch as a bead of sweat drips down his forehead.How peculiar...
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Right, well, have a nice night.” He swallows and sits straighter in his stool.
“Fucking weirdo,” I mumble to myself as I leave the disgusting bar. Blair isn’t powerful enough—yet—to do what I need. But I think I know who might be. I swallow my pride and portal in front of the cottage, knocking until Josie answers.
She looks me up and down and clicks her tongue.
“No,” she says before slamming the door in my face.
This fucking bitch. I take a deep breath in, while Josie isn’t immortal, witches aren’t some meek supernatural species either. I’m sure she could do some serious damage.
“I’m looking for a dagger that can send a demon back to Hell,” I shout through the door.
“Don’t care,” she yells back.
“I can pay you.”
I’m not sure what spell she casts, but I’m suddenly tossed a good hundred feet from the cottage. I’m back on my feet in a moment, taking a few deep breaths before I realize I need to portal home before I lose my temper completely.
Once I’m back home, I feel exhausted. At least I learned some information, but I’ve hit another dead end. I’m not sure if this is even worth it. I don’t feel like I’m living. I undress, and I hear the coin in my pocket pang against the floor. I sigh, taking it out and tucking it in my nightstand. I somehow feel better now that I’m in my pajamas and lying on my bed, but my mind won’t shut off.
Luckily, not too long later it does, and I’m swept away into a dream.
There’s a lake, one I slightly remember from Hell. Its water is inky black, and the surrounding area is covered by willows with black leaves. I sit on the grass as a large figure approaches me and sits down.
He squints at me and smirks. “Interesting.”
“Well, hello to you too.”
“Bad day?” Dream Lucifer asks, and I sigh.
“Why couldn’t you have just been on my side? Maybe I wouldn’t feel this hopeless,” I admit, and he furrows his brows, shaking his head. “This is a dream, I was hoping ‘dream you’ would give me the answer that I wanted to hear.”
“I am, and will always be, on your side. I regret how I handled that day and wish to make it up to you.”
I roll my eyes and look over at him, taking in his beautiful face.Why do I miss his face so much?I should want to punch it in. I’m not sure why I harbor so much anger toward Lucifer, but I do.Hedidn’t kill Diana, but he didn’t do much to make the matter better after the fact either.
He’s just as tall, put together, and stoic as I remember. Even now, looking at this dream version of Hell, I miss it. I should love being by the ocean and experiencing the four seasons, but no, I miss the gloom and otherness that is Hell.How embarrassing.
“I’m working on a way to kill Beelzebub.”
“I figured as much.”
“How do I do it?”
He clears his throat and looks up at the gray clouds. “Would you be opposed to sending him here? If he’s here in Hell the options are endless.”
I frown at him and shake my head. “You’re just trying to keep him alive.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “No, I’m thinking about true revenge.”
“How do I send him to Hell?”
