17. Sydney
Iwas trying not to be annoying because I really hated being stuck in bed.
I didn’t want them to feel like they needed to entertain me either.
Usually, I wrote if things got like this.
I had about a million ideas running through my head now that I knew angels and demons were real, but it would be inappropriate to write smut when the gates of Hell were crumbling.
I liked a good jump scare as much as the next horror fan, but like, when I was watching horror movies or visiting haunted houses.
It wasn’t super great when a seven-foot-tall angel with that rep appeared out of nowhere or a portal opened up in the bedroom I was staying in.
To quote my favorite Golden Girl, I was jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.
Except it wasn’t a fallen angel who wanted us dead that stepped out. It was an absolutely stunning curvy redhead dressed to the nines. Wrathhog bowed her head.
“Auntie Lilith. It’s been a while.”
“Seriously? I’ve been dying to meet you.”
“Same. I found out one of my favorite writers went missing after her house exploded and then she showed up at the morgue pretending to be a federal agent when a whole bus of dead baseball players came back from the dead. You don’t show your face anywhere or I would have tracked you down.
When they did show your pictures in the articles, I knew exactly who I was looking at and what happened, so I left my latest project and came here. ”
Oh, I was fangirling so hard. Lilith read my books and she liked them.
“Poet, artist, musician, or model this time?” Wrathhog asked.
“Would you believe all four? That boy was blessed. Still, there are more important things. Lucifer clearly isn’t taking a sabbatical. He’d never risk another one of his children.”
Wrathhog explained everything that happened and what we’d learned since I blew the roof off my bathroom.
Lilith arranged herself elegantly on a chair and just listened.
Honestly, sometimes, I wanted a sausage fest, but if the shit really hit the fan, I wanted female input.
Lilith knew the fallen just as well as Satan and Abaddon did.
I’d love to hear her thoughts on whodunit.
“Listen, Asmodeus is usually up to something, but he’s basically a functional idiot.
He’s also a braggart and a liar. He tells stories about his heroics in the war if the other fallen aren’t around, but most of those stories involved other angels.
Asmodeus survived because the others protected him.
He’s had to be bailed out from his million get rich schemes that failed.
He’s financially secure now because Mammon set him up a business where he has zero control, but collects the paychecks. I don’t think he’s capable of this.”
Hrm. That was exactly what Satan said. Someone did it and they were in Hell because they knew our every move and managed to drug Satan.
Seemed kinda weird they didn’t kill him once they had him out.
I knew why they hadn’t killed Lucifer, but nothing would break if they killed Satan. It was just as suspicious to drug him.
“Who do you think it is?” Kujo asked,
“None of them individually. All of them together is another story. Asmodeus might be a dipshit, but the rest of them aren’t.
A lot of warriors joined Lucifer, but just as many scholars did too.
They thought if they had the numbers, they just had to ask.
Gabriel showed up with an entire choir to arrest Lucifer and wasn’t taking no for an answer.
The Beast of Eden was born and started the war.
“Asmodeus, Mammon, Belphegor, and Beelzebub weren’t fighters, but they got dragged into it.
They mostly worked as healers and that’s how they survived.
Asmodeus is a worm who wants to be king, but Mammon in particular just wants forgiveness and to be allowed back home.
It’s never going to happen, but all this could be three Lost Boys trying to get Daddy’s attention. ”
“Don’t you mean four? Asmodeus has been having secret meetings with the other princes.”
“Absolutely not. I literally created incubi and succubae to keep the Beast of Eden in line. They can take down an angel if needed. They picked their own sins, you know. Asmodeus claimed lust and just appointed himself the boss of my creations. He loves to say he gave me the idea, and he wasn’t even involved.
He would have given something away if he was part of a group that has successfully kidnapped Lucifer this long and drugged Satan. ”
Yeah, I knew the type. I married one. He constantly called my books low class lady porn to my face. I’d heard him tell more than one person I got my inspiration from him. He also couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.
Asmodeus was a nard, but was someone framing him?