As his soul tried to flee, I captured it in a bubble of magic.
"See?" I floated the bubble close to Joel so he could witness the despicable colors of Vincent's soul. "He's a bad boy."
Joel stared at me in utter and complete shock. "But you're human," he exclaimed.
Chapter Nine
"Dear Joel." I chuckled at the still-incredulous expression on our new friend's face. "Am I ever truly human?"
He opened his mouth a few times before speaking. "I guess not."
"It just took me a while to see it."
Lucifer cut off our conversation by grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. "I need to speak to you alone." His low voice sounded urgent.
I nodded. "Joel, as long as I'm alive, his soul will not be able to leave that bubble, no matter what anyone does to it. Only God could save him now. Would you find a safe place in Elysium to keep him until we sort out Hell? I won't have this soul roaming free on Earth." He was one of the darkest I'd seen, rivaled only by Hitler and other men of his ilk.
Vincent's soul had more blood on it than most, because he may not have killed millions at once as Hitler did, but he'd killed or hurt unknown numbers over the thousands of years he'd been alive.
Joel's shocked eyes darkened as he looked at Vincent's soul, churning around in the bubble of power. "I will. It will await you when you are free to take it back."
"Thank you, friend." I patted him on the arm with a bloody hand. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I'd gotten so much of his blood on me." Looking around, I realized we were all covered in the blood of the dead angel. "Whoops."
"Now," Lucifer said.
I gave him a curious look. "Excuse us." I popped us into our bedroom, the one we'd shared as Lucian and Connie. "What is it?"
Lucifer didn't reply. He grabbed my shirt and yanked it apart. Buttons went flying across the room. His mouth crashed into mine, and he pushed the soft flannel top off my shoulders.
Desire washed over me, mingling with the bloodlust still coursing through my veins. My newly released powers danced through my desire, heightening it and encouraging it to spread. Within seconds, I was filled with need.
Luc had my bra unclasped in seconds. I started to unbutton his shirt, then remembered I had my powers back. I burned the clothes off his body the way I had Vincent's, then removed my pants and panties the same way. Even our shoes.
Lucifer roared his pleasure when he realized we were both naked. "I missed our powers," he said. Grabbing my waist, he picked me up. As I wrapped my legs around him and braced myself on his shoulders, I realized I still had the blood of the angel I'd destroyed on my hands.
"Do you want to wash off?" I asked.
Lucifer growled into my throat as he laid me on the bed. "That was the hottest thing I've seen you do in five hundred years."
After speaking those words, he lost himself in my body. I cried out my pleasure as a deep orgasm built inside me. The kind that would leave me relaxed after. It would wash away my panic, my anxiety, and leave me calm and more rational.
Lucifer was having a different sort of experience; I was pretty sure. "You're amazing. All that power."
Crying out, all I had to do was hang on for dear life as Luc did all the work.
My orgasm broke and every muscle in my body clenched. Moaning my name, he lowered his head to mine.
When my body relaxed, the stress went with it. I could handle this. I could find my daughter. I knew in my soul that it would work out.
I would make it work out.
Luc laid on top of me, panting, for several seconds. "Did you get enough?" he asked softly in my ear. "I couldn't hold back to make sure."
My hands glided over his sweaty skin as I hugged him. "I did. It was exactly what I needed."
He propped himself up a little and looked down at me. "You sure? I can use my fingers."
Laughing, I pushed him up. "I'm sure! I would tell you if I needed another orgasm." I wiggled back on the bed. I'd have to wash this cover, for sure. It was covered in our lovemaking and the angel's blood that was starting to dry on my skin. "Shower, come on."
