Prologue
“What do you mean I’m banished from Hell?” Lucian Teivel barely had time to conjure clothing before his best friend, the demon Sorath, ordered him away from his bed…and his four naked demonic bedmates who appeared as confused by all this as he was.
“I’m sorry, Luke. There’s nothing I can do. Your father ordered us to escort you out.”
“Of Hell,” Luke repeated just to make sure he understood what was happening. He, his father’s direct heir, was being banished from the only home he’d ever known…it made no sense whatsoever.
Who the fuck gets banished from Hell?
Aghast, he stared at Sorath in total disbelief. “I’m my father’s favorite.”
Everyone knew that. Lucifer bragged about it all the time, much to the dismay of every demon in this domain. In fact, his father loved to hold that over the heads of the rest of his children and demons.
“Favorite or not, Lucifer has ordered you gone. Now. No delay.”
Luke stared at Sorath, a prince in his own right, and the leader of his father’s greatest legion, and the ten demons Sorath had brought with him for this dubious task. Like Lucifer, Sorath was so beautiful he was hard to look at. He had dark skin and black wings that matched his soulless eyes and long, braided hair. Aside from Luke, he was the creature Lucifer trusted most with tasks such as throwing his beloved son out of his realm.
“Any idea why?”
Sorath arched a brow that basically questioned Luke’s sanity for asking such a question. “Do you think for one heartbeat I dared to ask him?”
“Since your wings haven’t been ripped from your back, I’d say no.”
It still didn’t make sense. No one had ever been banished from Hell. Not in all these centuries. How could this happen?
Granted, he lived to irritate his father. Mother, too, for that matter. And Lucifer had made the threat on more than occasion to toss him out on his ass.
Still, Luke had never once believed his father was serious with those booming threats.
Just pissed off.
Which, as Lucifer, was his father’s normal state of being.
“Does my sister know?” Luke didn’t give him time to answer. “Shaddix!”
She appeared instantly in his room, then drew up short as she saw Sorath and the number of demons with him. Exceptionally tall for a she-demon, she was impractically beautiful. The kind of beauty that left people staring at her, wondering how her overlarge features came together so that she was attractive. And yet she was. Long black hair framed an unconventionally beautiful face.
And for once, she wasn’t spewing hatred toward him. “I just heard. What happened?”
“I was hoping you’d know.” While she wasn’t Lucifer’s favorite, she was his daughter, and her mother had been one of the original fallen angels who’d been cast out of Heaven along with his father. In Hell’s pecking order, his sister technically ranked higher than he did, given that his mother was a hellhound.
But when it came to raw viciousness and brutality, Luke had no equal outside of their father.
Her brow furrowed by worry, Shaddix shook her head. “I’ve no idea. I know he’s threatened it a lot in the past when you’ve angered him, but I never thought he’d actually do it. Not with the way he dotes on you.”
For the first time in centuries, they agreed on something.
Luke growled low in his throat. The only reason he could imagine was that someone had seen him conversing with Remiel—the archangel of hope. Lucifer blamed Remiel for his fall from grace. Therefore, Lucifer hated that bastard with every ounce of venom he possessed…
And that was a lot.
Luke had been a forbidden friend of Remiel’s for centuries. Why? He had no real idea. Other than the angel was funny and they’d often met in the human world while Luke sought souls for his father and Remi had tried to protect the mortals from Luke’s temptation.
Their friendship was the only thing he could imagine would cause his father to overreact. And it meant there was a tattletale in Hell.
He glared at his sister. “Someone betrayed me. Find out who.”
Shaddix nodded while Sorath gave him a hard stare. “Does this mean you’re leaving on your own?”
