“What do you mean killed? You can’t just kill a General of Hell,” Abaddon shouts.
Shifting his gaze from Abaddon, to the worthless pile of flesh on the table in front of him, Beelzebub barks, “Speak.”
Struggling to lift its head and through a gurgling choking voice, he croaks, “Sire, when I got onto the battlefield we charged ahead killing as many angels as possible, then out of nowhere I heard a thunderous roar and from Heaven’s gate came the Lycans. They were tearing through our ranks when General Mammon stepped in. He was making short work of them and right when he was about to kill the female, a flash of black passed me and it caused these wounds you see.”
It lifts its arm, showing us.
“Before I hit the ground I saw a wolf I’ve never seen before. It was black and silver with wings that looked like the angels’. He thrusted his claws into the General, and a light burst from his chest as he disintegrated into nothing. It was like he was there one minute and gone the next.”
I kick the chair out from under me as I quickly stand up. “That’s fucking impossible,” I shout, shifting and flaring my wings, demonstrating my superiority.
“There hasn’t been an elite that has that ability since me,” I bark, grabbing the demon by the throat.
“Rathor, put him down. Now,” Beelzebub demands.
Growling with discontent, I release my grip. “You know as well as I do how much of a problem this is,” I snap back.
“I know exactly how much of a problem this presents, that’s why I’m tasking you with dealing with this new Lycan,” Beelzebub replies back.
“Do you really think that this worthless piece of shit can deal with something of this magnitude?” Abaddon shouts.
“If you want to see exactly what I’m capable of just say the word and I’ll fucking end your life,” I yell back and she stands abruptly drawing a dagger.
“Rathor, you have always been quick to resort to violence,” a calm, almost malevolent voice remarks. From the back of the chamber, out of the shadows, steps a ten-foot-tall man with long flowing black hair.
His horns are as prominent and deadly as a blade. He gives me a menacing smirk as armor suddenly covers his muscular arms and defined chest.
I guess people weren’t kidding when they said Lucifer was one of the most attractive looking angels. His wings are enviable, a deathly shade of black and as sharp as knives. As he approaches the table the tension in the room rises suddenly and all of the demons become noticeably nervous.
“My Lord, what brings you to the council chamber?” Beelzebub asks with a slight quiver in his voice.
“I heard a rumor that one of my Generals was killed and I decided to see if they were true. After hearing what this filth has spewed I guess it’s no rumor after all, is it Beelzebub?” Lucifer questions with a sinister scowl as he slowly walks around the chamber.
“Lord, it is no rumor. Mammon was killed by a…”
“I fucking know that Mammon was killed by one of myfather’s fucking pets, you cur,” Lucifer roars, grabbing the back of Beelzebubs’ neck, slamming his head to the table. “Why is that filth still here?”
He snaps his fingers and the demon on the table explodes into a red chunky mist as he releases his grip.
“Now that’s better, where was I? That’s right, Rathor, you will take care of this problem that I have, and since I’m feeling generous I’ll give you command over the Knights to accomplish your task however you see fit. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind,” he commands.
Like cockroaches, all the Generals scramble to leave the chamber. Just as I reach the door, Lucifer shouts, halting me in my tracks. “Rathor, you stay back a minute.”
Turning around, I notice a devilish grin come across his face.
“The reason I gave you command of the Knights is that you have the ability to still cross into Heaven, so you will infiltrate the gates and allow access to the Knights. I want you to pull this mut right out from under their noses and make an example of him. You are the only one that knows the layout as well as I do. And if for some reason you can’t get to him I want something just as good in return,” he says with a smirk.
“I have someone that I can grab instead if I can’t get to him,” I reply.
“It sounds like you have it all figured out then, but if you fail me you better not return, because what I will do to you is so much worse than anything the angels can even come up with.” He snickers. “Now leave and don’t disappoint me.”
“Whatever.” I sneer as I walk away.
Those insignificant, weak pieces of shit are afraid of that guy, fuckingpathetic.
Storming down the corridor, I kick my door open, and groan.
LILITH
