Chapter Seventy-One Charlotte
Chapter Seventy-One
Charlotte
If the sight of Lucifer in his wedding tux wasn’t doing it for me, the defiant smirk on his lips as he faces Michael would be.
I’m glad I’m already pregnant, because if I weren’t, this moment would’ve sealed it.
A rush of warm heat pulses through me, my breath quickening.
Maybe Azmodeus was right.
Maybe I really do need to get this breeding kink under control.
Lucifer steps forward, positioning himself in front of me as Michael strides down the aisle toward us, the lance in his hand. The human guests trying to escape are the only thing slowing Michael down, but it’s Azrael I look toward.
I reach out, gripping Death’s palm.
“You ready, baby girl?” His skeletal face flashes, but I lean in, kissing him in spite of it. He’s death and decay and destruction and the delicious end of everything Lucifer and I have known previously. But he’s ours.
And that’s all that matters.
I nod, taking hold of Lucifer’s shoulders from behind, as I rise on my toes so I can whisper into my Dom’s ear. “You can punish me for this the next time we’re in the playroom, sir.”
“I look forward to it, little dove.” He stiffens, not knowing what I’m about to do, but trusting me. As his equal. “Be safe, my queen.”
The next thing I know, Azrael has me in his arms, kissing me like I’m his too. Like Lucifer isn’t the only one claiming his bride today. I rip off my train, eager to get as close to him as possible and barely even caring about the eyes of the crowd when he sweeps me into a bridal carry.
I smile up at him, sighing, knowing he’s got me.
He’s got us both.
Suddenly, Greed grabs Sloth, wrenching him to her from behind.
She tears off his tux jacket, ripping it in two easily, before pulling Seraph’s extra pair of severed wings from the large bag in her hand and slapping the bloodied stumps onto Sloth’s back.
She mutters under her breath as she uses a bit of her power to weave and fuse them into his spine like they’re his stolen birthright, sealing them into place.
“Ow! Oooow!” Sloth howls, glancing over his shoulder at her like he’s so stoned he’s just now noticed what she’s doing.
Why did he have to be the one I agreed to get past the pearly gates?
His eyes widen as he realizes what’s on his back, and his new wings flex as he mumbles, “Bro. No fucking way.”
“You’re lucky I like it enough on this pathetic excuse of a rock that I didn’t hoard them for myself, you lazy asshole,” Mimi snipes, swatting him upside the head affectionately as Bel stretches out his new wings.
“You’re going to have to carry me when we get closer to the gates,” I say to him, thinking back to that bit of knowledge Salome gave me—all we need is a tear in the realm large enough for a soul to get through, mine, and someone with wings to carry me.
I just hope Sloth having me with him is enough of a shield for his sins so he can sneak into Heaven.
But like a true brat, I’m not asking for God’s permission.
I’ll beg for forgiveness later.
I glance to Lucifer. “I love you.”
“I love you too, little dove.” He squeezes my hand, trusting me to act as his queen. Then to Azrael. “Keep her safe, Reaper.”
Azrael grins. “Always.”
Abruptly, I throw out a hand, causing a bit of light to shoot up through the ceiling right above Michael’s head. A hole crumbles in the roof of the chapel, and he dives out of the way.
Azrael flaps his wings, and then we’re shooting skyward out of the chapel, barreling toward Heaven.
My gaze falls to the back of the building, to where I see Lilith let out an amused laugh the moment she realizes what I’m doing. She said she wanted to see me try, so I’m going to try goddammit. In true bratty fashion.
I give her a devilish smirk as we go.
The devil may be her son, but he’s mine now.
Race on, bitch.