When the blade hits my side and knicks the rope, I have a moment of relief. That’s until he removes the blade from my side. It’s not healing. My blood flows rapidly out of the wound, and all I want to do is apply pressure to the injury.
Ezekiel smiles down at me, he holds the knife like a prized possession as he stabs me again. It hurts so bad that I can’t help the horrific scream that escapes my throat. It goes completely through me, through my front and out my back. It hits my wrist, freeing my left hand. I can barely breathe. I’m bleeding so fast and not healing.
“Stop toying with her, strike her in the heart,” Rita commands, her eyes filled with violence and hate.
“Shut up Rita, I’m having a little fun.”
Ezekiel looks like he’s about to stab me again, but I quickly grab the crystal necklace around my bloody fist.
“Lucifer,”I say his name so quietly I wonder if it’ll even work.
“What was that, demon?” Ezekiel taunts. My face is pressed to the floor, and I feel like I just might pass out right about now.
But I don’t.
The loud crack of his immediate portal has me blinking slowly as I watch Lucifer take in the room. He acts immediately. With a stroke of his hand, it’s like a shiny glimmer that covers the container.
It’s actually really pretty,I think in my haze.
It’s only then that I realize he’s made their ability to portal out of the container impossible.
His eyes take in my broken body before he swivels towards Ezekiel. The way Lucifer grabs the wings on his back, ripping them off, shouldn’t be so attractive, but it is. I watch the blood drip from his back and splatter over Lucifer’s perfect face. The contrast between his proper suit and the blood on his face is the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen.
Ezekiel attempts to stab Lucifer with the same knife he used on me, but Lucifer is faster, grabbing it and shoving it through Ezekiel’s neck. The squelch of his blood dripping down his chest from his throat is satisfying.
The sound is pleasing, but not as gratifying as the gurgling in his throat and watching his blood leak from his lips. Lucifer kicks him in the chest, sending him to the floor before he moves on to the other angels. He avoids the Devil’s trap but moves with such elegance and finesse that I’m in awe. If I wasn’t bleeding out and near losing consciousness or possibly my life, I would probably be clapping and cheering him on.
He works quickly, ripping Rita’s heart from her chest and stabbing the heart with the knife from earlier. I can barely see by the time he gets to the two other angels, but he’s quick. I hear thuds, blood dripping, and screams. I’m pretty sure he stabs them all with that feisty little dagger that has me spilling my guts everywhere right now.
I’m glad he was able to get his revenge quickly. That’s important. That’s nice for him.
There’s a loud thud, and I realize the ground is shaking, the lines of the Devil’s trap crack, no longer forming a perfect circle.
Large arms wrap me up, and I’m placed against the warmest and largest chest imaginable.
“You better fucking hold on. Youwill notfucking die.”
“That’s nice,” I reply.
“You better hold on. I will kill every demon you care about if you don’t live.”
“That’s not nice,” I counter, shutting my eyes and leaning against his chest. I feel dizzy as we move.Why is he walking like that?Mmm… but he must be walking fast because soon my back is placed on the softest and coziest material I’ve ever felt.
“Get me her knife,” he says.
It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes dark.
Chapter twenty-three
WhenIfirstfeltmy necklace heat, I assumed that Lilith missed me because of what transpired the other night. I didn’t expect to find her beaten and bleeding at the hands of angels. She’s been so safe on Earth for years, why did they attack her now? She’s barely lucid as I lay her on the couch in my library.
It’s reminiscent of when I brought her soul here, the day she was reborn as a demon. The bleeding won’t stop, and as I look at the dagger the angels used, I know exactly what I must do. My blood is the only thing that can heal a demon in this condition, just as God’s is the only one who can heal an angel. Luckily for me, none of those angels I left in that shipping container will be able to seek help. Not just because of the wounds I inflicted but because of the fact that God has been gone for years.
Lilith moans and clutches her side where she was stabbed.
“It’s alright, I’m going to fix it.”
“Hurts,” she moans as she tries to curl into herself, but the pain is too much.
