Bonus Epilogue Balthazar
Well, that’s unexpected, I thought as I lowered the volume on the television. Hell’s newsfeed was commonplace on Earth now, which made keeping myself updated much easier.
I’d taken up residence in one of Lucifer’s many mansions that he’d purchased or built over the years in the human world. The Queen of Hell had dethroned him, but Earth had already been his playground.
Now it was mine.
And after failing to reclaim Hell’s crown… he had sacrificed his wings, leaving me as one of the few ancient demons at full power.
I blinked at the image of his massive bat-like appendages now on display in the queen’s throne room. He knelt on one knee at her side with an attractive female demonspawn standing next to him. She had her head lowered and her fingers traipsing through his hair.
Like a lover.
Did you fall for a female, Lucifer?
He knew better than to let his heart beat for another. That might be how a Champion drew her power, but that was a weakness for the likes of us.
Case in point, one of my original companions now on his knees.
I turned off the television and sank into a leather chair, pulling up an ornate mirror from the coffee table.
Darkness shimmered on the other side of the glass with an incredible moon lit up behind it.
Good.
My tail swished around my boots, my mood upbeat after confirming that Calamity had moved on to the wolf shifter realm.
I wouldn’t go there, but I would keep an eye on it. For now, I was safe where I was. Earth was a refuge in a power flux after Calamity’s departure. I leaned back and grabbed a glass of whisky as I continued to monitor the powerful entity through the magic mirror.
A mirror was cliché, perhaps, but that was how scrying magic worked. Lucifer had witches still under his employ—which meant they were currently mine.
Now I could watch Calamity as it made its way through the wolf shifter realm. That had been the plan I’d executed with Seth, although the Necromancer didn’t know the full extent of it.
It would be coming for the Void, next.
And then everything I had sacrificed would have meaning. All my efforts, planning, and patience would pay off.
With the ultimate reward.
The soul of a goddess.
Not Lilith’s. I could never have touched her soul, and I didn’t want it anyway.
I needed a very particular goddess for my vision to come to fruition.
But that would only happen once Calamity drank a goddess dry. Lilith hadn’t been an option.
The Moon Goddess of the wolf shifter realm, though. That one was a good candidate.
Sipping my whisky, I frowned when the magic zoomed in on Dante and an entourage of Hunters entering the wolf shifter realm through a portal.
This wasn’t his Echo. Why was the Hunter getting involved?
I barked a laugh when I realized who the Hunters were.
Ancient enemies of the wolves, of course.
The Fourth Echo of Calamity is on its way.
No one can stop it now.