“Azrael transformed into that faerie thing and flowers started sprouting around the bed.” She sighed. “I put them back on immediately.”
“Well, at least you got that out of your system.”
“How is he going to heal, Lucifer?” Holly demanded. “He can't stay like this forever.”
“He won't,” Luke promised. “I won't allow it.”
The Devil had charisma and so much confidence that even I believed him. For a minute.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Where's Re?” I asked.
Luke and Odin had left, and we'd gone downstairs to the dining hall where everyone could have a seat, we were close to the kitchen (where the Intare were cooking), and we could listen for the kids in case Sam needed help.
“Took you long enough to notice,” Viper drawled.
I stared at him.
“Sorry, starlight,” he said gently. “I was just trying to tease you.”
“Where is he?”
“He went to Duat,” Horus answered. “He's going to look through the scrolls to see if there's anything that might help Azrael.”
“Everyone is doing research,” I said. “I'd go look through our library, but I think the only book on god magic I have is the one Luke wrote on territory magic.”
“You took a tumble earlier today,” Trevor said. “And you've been going full-speed ever since. You need to eat and rest. Let the others do the research.”
“Yeah, and I'd better get back to my dad,” Pan said. “He's been texting me. A lot.”
“And we need to pick up our daughter,” Horus said.
“And you need to get back to Demetera too,” I said to Persephone and Hades.
“Cerberus is watching her,” Sephy said with a grin. “He's a surprisingly good babysitter. Ever since he was abducted with Princess, he's been extra vigilant about every task he's assigned.”
“That doesn't mean we shouldn't go home,” Hades said. “It's been a long day and there's nothing we can do here.”
“All of you are welcome to stay for dinner,” I said, waving at the kitchen. “It should be ready soon. But if you'd rather go home, I totally understand. Go get some rest and be with your children.”
Everyone but Morpheus, Finn, Torrent, and Artemis left. The four of them decided to stay the night. It was just easier, and we had plenty of room. Que was still with us too, and it was nice to have them all at the dinner table, eating with the pride. It kept my mind off Azrael. Until the kids asked about him.
“Is Uncle Az still sleeping?” Vero asked.
“Yes,” Trevor said. “He's hurt worse than we thought. But he's recovering. His mommy is here to look after him.”
“His mommy?”
“Grandma is here?” Lesya asked.
“Yes,” I said. “We'll take her up a dinner plate in a little while.”
“Grandma?” Dominic asked and clapped.
Everyone loved Holly. It was love for Holly that had started the war in Heaven. She was like the goddess version of Helen of Troy. Except she chose the right man (eventually), not a schmuck who ran off with another man's wife and then made his family fight for him.
But I digress.
