Seriously, this optimism thing was starting to become second nature. All that had to happen was a stint in the Hell dimension.
“Does Lucifer know you’re here?” He had to ask it at some stage, but the reminder of my captivity was a blanket of ice that made me raise the demon blade and inspect it closely. The blade was still coated in Max’s blood. Against my palm, I could feel the blade vibrate with vicious intent. Months away from me and it had forgotten who was boss. Sliding the side of my thumb along the blade, I allowed it to draw blood and clamped it still with my will. I was Alessia Hastings. I was its master. It would obey me. The aura around the blade rattled with a blood-red light before it was consumed by black and silver.
“Do you think he would allow it if he knew I was here?”
No. This was the culmination of months of planning. There was only one more thing to do before I returned to Hell.
Azrael moved in close. So close that I felt the slide of his cloak against my leg as it swayed. His soulful eyes neither softened nor narrowed, but when he spoke, I almost lost my nerve. “I can conceal you in the veil,” he said. Though his tone didn’t change, the offer said more than any action.
“Hiding isn’t going to save me,” I lamented. “And I don’t particularly feel like running anymore.”
“Then what will you do? Lucifer won’t stop until all life is under his rule. Including the heavenly realm. We cannot allow that to happen.”
“Can’t we? Everybody keeps telling me what I can’t do but nobody is saying what I should do. So I am muddling through on my own.” The demon blade began to liquefy and reshape into a blade that made rage ignite in my gut every time I thought of my inability to bear children.
“Muddling might not be enough –” I stabbed him through the stomach. It was the softest place on his vessel, and let’s be honest, the only place I could reach. Anatomy wouldn’t make a difference now.
“Alessia?” he choked. Painful confusion blanketed his eyes. An oppressive weight dragged me to the ground, but I held firm and snapped out the Angelical. Decipulah. Contain.
The Ley sight surrounded us. In it I watched as Azrael became encased in millions of threads of millions of colours that wrapped around every inch of him and dragged him to the ground. Free will handicapped him, and the Angelical caught him by surprise. But it was the Ley dimension that disarmed him. The power of the Ley lines was the power of life. Here in the resting place of the Sea of Souls, that power was unmatched. The lines strapped around his throat, his mouth, his eyes.
A gaping portal opened up behind him. The mouth of the Abyss was a gateway to an endless, depthless torment. I closed my eyes as Azrael was sucked into the void. It snapped shut directly after and the Ley dimension returned to its state of calm.
“One down.” I threw the heavenly blade in the air. It sailed above my head and reshaped into the demon blade before I caught it again. “Four to go.”
Lucifer wanted the heavenly realm. I had to stop him. One seraph at a time.
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