“Let me eat her eyes. Pop them like juicy grapes,” Isadora begged, and I nearly puked.

“No maiming her. She’s a present to the Darkish Lord. Maintain her arms for me so I can safe her,” the prince ordered his creepy daughter. Isadora grabbed me by the wrists and slammed my arms over my head.

Her order to maintain nonetheless had me in its grip as soon as extra, and I couldn’t even protest because the cuffs went on, the metallic of them chilly.

Isadora rolled from me and acquired to her ft earlier than she yanked me to mine.

“Are we taking her to my lair?” Isadora requested.

“We aren’t doing something,” Astaroth declared earlier than slicing his hand by means of the air.

I blinked as one second Isadora had a head, and the subsequent, it went flying, proper over the sting of the parapet. The physique collapsed, as did her spell holding me.

In shock, I exclaimed, “You killed your daughter.”

“She outlived her use,” Astaroth drawled. “Time to go. I do consider Metatron is completed enjoying with the decoys.”

Decoys? AKA the imps. They’d flown off as a part of a plan to separate us. This complete factor had been a entice. “How do you know we’d be right here?”

“As a result of I’ve an inside supply.”

“Who?”

“Somebody you’d by no means anticipate,” Astaroth stated with a smirk. He glanced overhead and said fairly clearly, “We’re prepared to come back aboard.”

Aboard what?”

A cloud of darkness enveloped us, not lengthy sufficient for me to panic. I saved that once I may see once more and located myself someplace else.

“The place am I?” I requested, glancing round on the pulsing black partitions and ground with their streaks of crimson.

“On the scout ship despatched to retrieve me. Say good day to our pilot.” A look confirmed somebody with 4 arms and eyes actually on the again of their head.

It waved.

I gaped.

The factor in entrance of the console chittered, the sound a sequence of clicks and whistles. Astaroth replied. “Sure, we will go now. I’ve what I want.” His smile targeted on me. “Because you’re most likely curious, we’re on our technique to Hell, a spot no angel has ever dared to enter.”

That means I may neglect rescue.

Fuck.

Chapter 13

It took Metatron a second to course of Zilla’s announcement. “What do you imply Francesca’s been taken by a demon?”

“These imps and the assault on the pope seem to have been a ruse to distract and separate you.”

The information rocked Metatron. “Why didn’t you beam her out earlier than she acquired caught?”

He may hear the sorrow as Zilla replied, “I misplaced all potential to see or transport the second the imps attacked.”

That means a demon, one robust sufficient to null alerts within the space.

“I’m sorry,” the cantorii stated, and it was in that second that it occurred to him they spoke. As in an precise dialog. To suppose, it by no means occurred earlier than due to the HALO. Now that he’d eliminated it, he felt no completely different than earlier than apart from the very fact he spoke to his vessel, an clever being because it turned out. It blew him away like a hurricane wind on the planet aero, a spot of principally gases and floating island balls.

“What a multitude,” he muttered, rubbing his face.

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