"Now, tell us everything you know of Raphael," I said.
Vincent looked from me to the three men still standing in shock behind me.
"Now, if you please." I crossed my wrists and rested them on my knee, as if at my leisure. Inside, I couldn't wait to eviscerate the loathsome creature.
"I'm only a middleman," he said. After that, the words poured out in rapid succession. "I connect angels who may be of a like mind. There are others that know of some of my preferred hobbies." I waved my hand. No need to hear those details. I'd seen enough in his aura.
"Are there others like you?" Michael asked. The fury in his voice was clear. "With your particular tastes?"
Vincent met my gaze. "I'll have the truth from you the hard way or the easy way," I threatened. "Your choice."
He shook his head frantically. "I don't think so. Honestly. I'm talking about those that believe there shouldn't be an Elysium, Hell, and Earth realm. There should be one, all on Earth. We should be free to live together, have our own lives. And when we die, we should be reborn, not punished or praised depending on what choices we made. Demons should've never been made from tortured souls. They all need to be destroyed."
One realm. "Well, that's not going to happen." I shook my head. "What fools you are."
Vincent tried to shrug, but Michael and Gabe had too firm of a grip on his body. "That's what they want. I'm sort of the organizer, I help them find Raphael."
"Where is he?" Lucifer asked.
"I don't know. He checks in with me randomly, and I give him any information I have." Vincent's eyes widened. If they got any bigger, they'd pop out of his skull. "I do have the names of the angels I've given to Raphael. The ones that want what he wants."
"Name them," Gabriel said.
Vincent rattled off three names. I recognized none of them, but Gabe and Michael did. They scoffed and rolled their eyes.
"I swear. The names are real." He kept darting his gaze back to me, no longer Lucifer.
"He speaks the truth," I confirmed. I would've smelled a lie on him.
"Now the question is what to do with him," Luc said. "If we take him and Raphael shows up, he'll know we're on to him."
"He knows," I said. "Raphael is the smartest person I've ever met, be it angel, Fallen, or human. And Mary told us he's three steps ahead of us. This one I will take care of myself," I said.
With a snap of my fingers, I moved Vincent and myself to the barn at the back of our property back home. It belonged to Michael when he was human.
My guys popped in behind me. "We were able to follow your power signature easily," Michael said. "Any angel or Fallen in the Earth realm will know you're here."
"Good. Let them hear him scream."
With another wave of my hands, Vincent's clothes burned off of his body. I made his wings appear and extended them. "Vincent, I have to apologize. I would love to do this by hand, but there simply isn't time."
Using a sliver of power, I honed it into a blade and slammed it down on his right wing. It cut through like a lightning bolt down a tree, splitting the bone, muscles, and skin in half.
Vincent howled in pain.
Joel appeared to my left. "What is going on?" he roared. "You're torturing an angel!"
Laughing with glee, I sliced my power through Vincent's left wing. "Your angel," I yelled over Vincent's screams as blood spurted from the open wounds. "Likes to touch children and kill..." At a loss, I looked back at the howling angel. "Whatdoyou like to kill?"
His screams turned to sobs. "No, no. Keep screaming for me, Vincent. I like to hear your pain."
A true statement. His cries of anguish bolstered me and helped me remember exactly who I was. I wasn't just the Archangel that Fell with Lucifer. I wasn't just the wife of Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer.
I wasn't as involved these days as I once had been, thanks to bureaucracy, but in my very core, I was the Queen of Hell. I rebelled with Lucifer. Not behind him. Not in support of him.Withhim.
With a gleeful laugh, I twisted my hand, and my power grabbed Vincent's pitiful manhood, ripping it from his body as more blood poured out onto the ground.
"His soul is brown, gray, and red," I explained to Joel as Vincent went white with shock. "It belongs to me." With a final burst of power—a drop in the bucket of the inferno inside me—I ripped Vincent's body apart into millions of pieces. His screams snapped into a jolt of silence.
