“Are you sure he just hasn’t shown it to other demons?”
“No, Elvor works in the pits. If he could compel other demons, it would be known. I’ve heard that he can tell when people are lying, but he can’t compel them,” I explain. Her brows furrow as she takes in my words. “You know nothing about your mother?”I ask.
She shakes her head and sighs. “No, Lucifer says he doesn’t know who she is either.”
“You don’t believe him?” She shrugs her shoulders, and my hands rub up and down her thighs. “Why not?” I question her.
“Why should I trust him? He left me on Earth to rot; meanwhile, he was visiting my beautiful, perfect half-sister for every single one of her birthdays.”
“You’rebeautiful and perfect,” I correct, and her cheeks flush.
She shakes her head and looks at me seriously. “Should I be worried about Lucifer finding out about this?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know him well enough. What I do know is… different from what I imagine the people he cares about think of him. Lilith trusts him, and I think Lilith is a pretty good judge of character.”
She seems to agree with me somewhat but also seems deep in thought.
“I think we should keep this between us… for now,” she says.
“I agree. So does Elvor.”
“Maybe it’s time to take a trip back to Earth,” she says, and I keep rubbing her thighs in a comforting way.
“You’re sure?”
“I think it’s about time all of my heritage is laid out in the open.”
“Wherever you go, I follow,” I tell her truthfully. The thought of her going back to Earth without me sends a twinge of pain spearing through my chest. As if my body knows it belongs to her and that being anywhere that’s not in her presence is intolerable.
“How do I bring up this plan with Lucifer?” she asks.
Elvor’s deep voice startles us both, neither of us knowing how long he was standing there. “We’re going angel hunting.”
The look that takes over Mara’s face is mischievous. It sounds like the three of us are about to raise a little Hell on Earth.
* * *
Sleeping in Elvor’s apartment was… interesting. The heat is something I’ll have to get used to, but the comfort of Mara sleeping between the both of us was everything.
It probably didn’t help that the whole time, I kept thinking about how I’d have to stand in front of Lucifer while Mara lays out her plan. Elvor seems confident enough to speak to the Devil, but I’m sure as fuck not.
The man is horrifying, and I’ve only been a demon a mere couple of decades. I hold no power or status in Hell, and I can only imagine his displeasure at his daughter choosing me, of all people, to become involved with.I have no additional abilities and haven’t really proved myself in the realm. I don’t think I’m a complete fuck up; I’ve never been called in to meet with him and Toth, so that’s something. But I’m sure, as far as demons go, I’m not exactly what Lucifer would have picked out for his daughter.
It doesn’t help that Mara is rolling up to the manor wearing the same clothes that she left in, making it completely obvious that there was definitely a happy ending after our date. I want to be respectful to Lucifer, but it seems like pleasing Mara outweighs how the King of Hell might torture me for debauching his daughter.
“Should you get changed before…” I ask sheepishly.
“Pft,” she denies, waving me off. “Like I give a shit.”
She walks confidently through the halls as she opens the dining room doors. Too many sets of eyes swing our way as she grabs two more chairs and adds them to the table. Of course, Lucifer is at one end, Lilith to his left, and Toth to his right. Daxaddon is also here, with the woman I can only assume is Mara’s half-sister. Mara takes the other end of the table and directs Elvor and me to flank her sides. I draw the short stick, sitting next to Toth, who looks at me with nothing but pure disdain.
“Mara, darling. Thank you for joining us,” Lucifer greets. His tone is kind and affectionate towards his daughter, and I wonder why she doesn’t fully trust him.
“Of course, I believe everyone here knows Elvor and Judd,” Mara says by way of introduction.
The woman I haven’t met pipes up. “I don’t. Are you making a lot of best friends in Hell?” she asks Mara.
Mara doesn’t miss a beat, smiling at the woman. “Well, Blair, you didn’t want to be best friends. And no, they’re my boyfriends.” I swear to Lucifer that Toth breaks his fork in half under the table when she says it.
