“Yeah, Sunday ran War through with Gabriel’s fucking flaming sword, and she still didn’t die,” Kingston said.
“My sword,” Michael interjected. “My sword that Gabriel stole.”
“I borrowed it. For the greater good.”
“Fat lot of good it did,” Kingston muttered.
“We’ve been over this. They can’t be killed. They’ll always come back.” Gabriel sounded exasperated, and I couldn’t blame him.
“It would seem you’re not quite as skilled at delivering your messages as your title suggests, brother,” Michael said. “They don’t appear to have stuck.”
“And that is my fault how, exactly? I delivered the message. Job done.”
“Yes, well, how successful is it when the message doesn’t stick?”
“Nowhere in my job description does it mention ensuring comprehension.”
“Leather feathers has a job description?” Remi asked no one in particular.
Lilith rolled her eyes. “Will you two kindly shut the fuck up? We have bigger issues to deal with than your massive egos.”
“So if I understand this correctly, what we’ve essentially learned is that instead of just having to deal with one horsewoman this time, we have to deal with all four simultaneously,” Alek said, bringing us back around to the real issue.
“Precisely,” Gavin said.
“How are we supposed to do that when we barely survived facing off against one of them at a time? I mean, we had multiple deaths in our collective groups the last time. I doubt Gabriel is going to bring everyone back again.” Alek looked to the angel for confirmation, but he refused to confirm or deny the statement, which did not fill the room with anything resembling relief.
I exchanged a glance with Chaos. Was this a good time for us to chime in? Did we have any secret knowledge that might be relevant here? As far as I knew, there wasn’t, but I was also the youngest. And as Grim loved to remind us, he’d forgotten more than the rest of us ever knew. I didn’t want to let anyone down, but I wasn’t sure there was a simple answer to the Novasgardian’s question. We were sort of created to be eternal.
“What about a cage like the one Lucifer was locked in?” Caleb offered.
“How incredibly rude of you to mention my trauma so carelessly. I suffered. Did I mention your religious trau—” A gag appeared in Lucifer’s mouth, muffling his words.
Alek snickered. “You’re welcome.”
“We could reopen Tartarus. Lock them away with the Titans.” Hades’s brow furrowed as he paced back and forth. A little bark of protest came from the portal where Kiki and Asshole watched on.
“Boss, you can’t do that. What if the Titans escape? It took ten years to get them in there.”
“If you would—” Gavin got cut off as Thorne offered a suggestion of his own.
“There’s a prison at Blackthorne Manor we could repurpose.”
“Wasn’t it destroyed?” Moira asked.
The vampire shook his head. “The prison is deep underground. The walls are fortified to contain vampires suffering the madness of sun sickness.”
“I’m sensing a theme,” Remi said with a laugh. “But burying them alive is only going to hold them off for so long. Eventually they’ll escape, unless someone knows of some spell to contain them for eternity.” He said this while looking pointedly at Moira.
“Why is it always my job to save the day?”
“I might have—” Gavin tried again.
“Because you’re our resident witch, Elphie,” Kingston said. “The ace up our sleeve. The silver lining to our storm cloud.”
“The wind beneath our wings,” Remi offered.
“Yeah, what he said.”
