I stepped closer to my angel and kissed his plump lips. “I agree. Are you ready to go back to the human plane?”
Scotty looked around our little slice of Limbo and released a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, we’ve been here for a couple of months. We found my ex, and we know he’s acting on behalf of Nyx. We tracked that damn warlock Nyx recruited to separate Keir and Dash. I think De Vil’s gone topside to find someone to unbind his powers. He’s going to be a future problem, but we’ll be there to keep him from doing any damage, right?”
“I wanna know why Asmodeus is going against his brothers and his father. I wonder if we can get another couple of days here to figure out his motivation,” I said.
We knew Michael had devoured Vagar, the demon son of Apate, Nyx’s daughter, and one of the princes of Hell, Asmodeus. I wanted to know why they’d sent him to possess Keir’s doppelgänger.
“What do you want to do? I mean, are you planning to try to talk to Lucifer?”
Scotty was concerned, and I understood why. He loved me, and I loved him, but...I owed a debt to the devil, and if I was ever going to get out of being Lucifer’s valet, I had to show him I was loyal.
“I think I should try to talk to one of the brothers first. Beelz isn’t here, but maybe Lycus? If he’s loyal to his father, I’m guessing he’d be upset about his brother’s recent activities. We can’t execute a prince of Hell, but they can kill each other.”
That was something I’d learned before I was granted an audience with Lucifer. If Lycus, the personification of wrath, would talk to me, maybe he could handle the situation withoutkilling his brother. Or if that wasn’t possible, could he kill his brother and not suffer the ire of his father?
“May I go with you? Do you think Lycus will give an audience to an angel?”
I walked over and rested my forearms on Scotty’s broad shoulders. “I dare him not to talk to the two of us. We’re the balance, right?”
Scotty kissed me three times before he moved around to nibble on my neck. “We are the balance. Do you think we could— Never mind. It’s stupid.”
“What?” I wanted to know what he hadn’t said.
Bang! Bang!
“There’s our escort. Think they’ll go with us without complaint?”
I chuckled. “Only one way to find out.”
Brok dragged our suitcases out behind him while Er’on looked through the drawers and the bathroom cabinets.
“What’s wrong? We cleaned up.” Fuck them if they thought we weren’t decent people. We knew how to take care of our shit.
“Oh, no, sir. I just wanted to ensure you didn’t leave anything important behind. I’ll come back and tidy up before the Prince returns. I can clean up your home topside if you’d like.”
Scotty walked into the room, having overheard the conversation between Er’on and me. “Oh, Er’on, please don’t worry about it. Jay and I are more than capable. I’m sure you have enough to do to take care of Beelzebub.”
Er’on bowed. “The prince said we were to do anything you required. It would be an honor to clean for you.”
That shit sounded wacky, but if they wanted something to do, I had an idea. “Here’s what we really need. We need to go speak with Lycus. There’s a problem with one of his brothers, and we need his counsel regarding what to do.”
Little Er’on seemed a bit taken aback. “You, uh, you want to meet with one of the princes?”
“Well, it’s probably better to go to Lycus about it before we take it up with Lucifer, don’t you think? I mean, one of his grandsons is dead because his father and mother were willing to sacrifice him. Up top, we take that shit seriously. How do you think Lucifer would feel about it?”
“Er’on, what’s taking so long?” We both turned to Brok standing in the doorway, not happy at all that we weren’t ready to go.
“Brok, they want to see Prince Lycus. They say it’s important.”
Er’on seemed to cower as Brok stared at them. I didn’t like what I was seeing. “Wait, you don’t hit them, do you? You treat them well, right? They seem to want to do anything asked of them, and if us wanting to meet with Lycus is a problem, then take our shit to my house, and we’ll find our own way back.”
Er’on stood tall and faced me dead-on. “Brok would never raise a hand to me. I facilitate our support for Prince Beelzebub, and my position is respected. Please don’t take my reactions as a reflection on Brok.”
Scotty stepped forward. “No, of course not. Look, we are trying to keep the peace as much as possible, but we really need to talk to Lycus. We’ll go alone to keep you out of it.”
“No. Of course not. We will accompany you. I just need to...” Brok pulled a phone from the pocket of his jeans and stepped out of the room.
I glanced at Scotty. “You ready to go to Hell again?”
