“Go tell Ram and Lil we need to borrow some more scepters. Drop them in the dead man’s house once you have them,” he ordered, and his hellcats purred and arched happily against his legs before disappearing down to what I assumed was Hell.
“Done,” Shemhazai said, turning amused green eyes onto me.
“Now, there’s just the small matter of making sure Ares actually shows up. Tell him if he comes to meet us, you’ll finally let him fuck you.”
“You’re a pig.”
“Oink, oink, sweetheart.” He winked, and I scowled at him, though I knew he was right.
Ares was pretty much the blueprint fortoxic masculinity.
If all I needed to do was promise him pussy to manipulate him, I wasn’t above it.
It’s not like he would ever be getting pussy again once I cracked his dick open with Gabe’s big shiny gold stick.
“Alright. Fine,” I conceded. “But I get to be the one to smack him in the nuts.”
Shem’s eyes caught fire, and a sinister spread across his face.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart. I’ll bring the popcorn.”
Alexa play: God Needs The Devil by Jonah Kagen
My hellcats delivered the scepters we needed, and the witches got to work. There wasn’t much we could do to help. We were the antithesis of the type of magic witches used, so outside of standing guard with Sköll and Fenrir, we were more or less twiddling our thumbs.
Gabe wanted to use the time to take a closer look at the church to learn its perimeter and make a plan of attack.
I would have been all over it if it had been anyone else we were coming up against. However, every time we went anywhere near the church, I could feel Raziel’s gaze slam into me, and I buckled.
I couldhearhis voice.
‘Come back, Shemhazai. Come back to your master. Allow me to cleanse you of your sins.’
His voice was like nails scraping down the inside of my skull, and I woke up a few nights so sick with unbridled terror that I’dliterally thrown up.
After trying several times to get close to the church, Gabriel started going alone, and I tried not to let the shame of my inability to help him eat me alive.
By the time we made it to the night before the full moon, I was hanging by a thread.
I didn’t tell Gabe how stressed I was. I didn’t want to upset him or distract him with something as stupid as my insatiable anxiety.
So when we’d gone to bed that night, and he’d asked me for the four thousandth time if everything was okay, I lied.
Once Gabriel was asleep, I allowed myself to fall safely back into my never-ending spiral about what I was going to do about Raziel.
He could never get his hands on me again. I knew that much.
If he did, I knew he would never let me go.
The reality was that I wasn’t a terrified, naive new angel anymore. I was one of the most powerful beings to exist across multiple planes.
Ramel and I had a theory that if push came to shove, I was even more powerful than he was, not that we’d ever put it to the test.
Though, it didn’t matter how strong my body was if my mind was broken and defenseless against the creature that had raped and tortured me.
It was one of the reasons I had spent my entire life avoiding the Vatican. No matter how much mischief I’d gotten up to in the human world, I’d never once stepped foot in the holy city.
Because that’s wherehewas.
