“Who is Vagar’s father? Because it’s not Lucifer.”
“It was the Archangel—” Paxton tried to form his mouth to say another word, but it wouldn’t come out.
Beelz reached into De Vil’s chest, seeming to feel around a little before he pulled out a white orb that flashed as though lightning was held inside. “There’s the magic.”
“Y-You can’t do that!”
Beelz tossed the ball high in the air to Lucifer, who unhinged his jaw, taking it down his gullet in one gulp. It was impressive to witness.
“Nooooo!”That was loud and unhappy. I glanced at De Vil to see he was shocked. That gave me a pang of satisfaction as well.
Beelz nodded to Gremon, who was still holding the leash. “Lycus, you’re up.” Gremon took it off and stuffed it in the pocket of his leather jacket.
Lycus reached up and snapped Paxton’s neck without blinking, and before I could breathe, a cloaked figure walked into the throne room. There was no doubt who it was—the black robe and the scythe were a dead giveaway.
A hand appeared from the sleeve of the robe, pointing to the body of Paxton De Vil. The hood came down, and I recognized David Dearly.
“Hey, David.”
“Jay? How are you? Where’s Scotty?”
I hugged the Angel of Death, actually happy to see him. He was an amazing man who had sacrificed crossing over to save his son from having to leave the Human Realm. David Dearly was a great man in life and death.
“How much time you got? It’s a long story. Are you taking him, or what?” I pointed to De Vil, whose head was facing the wrong direction on his neck.
David chuckled. “Oh, he’s already where he needs to be. Since I’m here, what’s going on withyou?” As I said, David Dearly was a wonderful man.
“I don’t know where Scotty is. I’m here because I’m a prince of Hell now. We have a dead warlock, a murdered lesser demon, and now, one of the Archs has mated with a daughter of Nyx. It’s truly a fucking—sorry—it’s a bit of a mess.”
David patted my arm. “I’ll see if I can find out anything, okay? That one—" David pointed to De Vil— “will wake up soon enough.”
The princes all laughed, as did I. “Thank you, David... I mean—”
“It’s okay, Jay. I understand.”
David then stepped over to the throne. “Lucifer, I assume you have this under control?”
Of course, Lucifer laughed. “Angel of Death, I have it under control. Go check on Alba Protectoris Scott so my son can calm down.”
David nodded before lifting his hood to cover his head. He turned toward me and winked, and then he was gone. I hoped tofuck he could find out anything about my Scotty. I felt as though my heart had been ripped right outta my chest.
Chapter Twelve
Scotty
“Scotty.”
A gentle hand on my shoulder had me turning to my left. Jay dropped onto one knee with a black velvet box in his hand, lid open. There was nothing inside, and everything began to shake, including me.
Was there an earthquake? Wait, I was in Michael’s condo, not in Sacramento. There were no earthquakes in the Celestial Realm.
My eyes popped open, and I was shocked to see David Dearly, Keir’s deceased father, now a member of the Angel of Death Collective. Azrael was on a leave of absence, so David was taking his place temporarily. I knelt on the couch and hugged him, hard.
“Oh, uh, yeah. It’s good to see you, Scott. Michael told me you were here. Are you okay?”
Oh, that was a loaded question. Was I? Fuck if I knew. “I’m here alone. I don’t think I’m doing well at all.”
David walked around the couch and sat on the edge of the coffee table, taking my hand. “Tell me what’s going on. There’s no newsletter blast on either side, and I’m now a neutral entity. I hear nothing about the business above and below, but anything you tell me stays with me.”
