25. Sydney
Well, now that we’d shifted suspects, Nero and Kujo had other plans.
And yeah, we really needed to deal with these wings.
We probably didn’t have time for flying lessons, but I definitely needed to learn to put these babies away and take them back out again before I could learn to swat people like flies with them.
Except I couldn’t keep my tits contained most days. I couldn’t imagine where I was going to stash these wings. They made pockets for my boobs, but not my pants. Where was I supposed to put these things?
“So, don’t think about it too much or where they go. It’s magic. There’s no logic in it. When you want them to go away, they go away. When you want them out, they come back. It’s as simple as that,” Kujo said.
“Dude, I’m a writer and a Gemini. I overthink everything.”
“With that mouth, how could you be anything but a Gemini?” Kujo asked. “Use it to your advantage because it seems to throw the Princes off.”
“Since this spell was hidden from us for so long, I don’t know how to teach you,” Nero said.
“For so long, the rest of us really had time to get to know our wings before we got to the point we could learn this. You barely got that. You should probably like, get to know them before you put them away.”
“Last time I tried to get to know my wings, I swatted Kujo like he was a sexy, tattooed bug.”
“Sexy, tattooed bug?” Kujo asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Take the compliment. That’s a whole romance trope.”
“Do you have a shirt for that?”
“My Monster Fucker shirt has multiple uses.”
“So, that was annoying,” Wrathhog said, slipping into the room.
She wasn’t like her dad. She lightly knocked on the door frame to announce she was here instead of creeping around like a giant celestial jump scare.
“What happened after they left?”
“So, believe it or not, they fight like cats and dogs and don’t much like each other, but they hold to their agreement to not raise a hand to each other.
No one wants to trigger the Beast of Eden and Lucifer and my dad are no slouches in a fight either.
They just really don’t want to hurt angels again.
“Beelzebub just threw a grenade into that. Asmodeus cheats on his wife all the time. He played it cool in front of you, but when they left, he was pissed, even though he had it coming. Belphegor is loyal to his, but he also doesn’t spend a lot of time around her.
He’s more of a loner, but he was still upset.
My dad knows damned well Mom wouldn’t give Beelzebub the time of day, but he was pissed at first she might have even been put in that position.
“Apparently, she wasn’t, but Asmodeus and Belphegor were looking for a brawl.
Dad had to mediate, even if he thinks Beelzebub has it coming.
Dad says you can hear it across an entire realm when angels fight.
Abaddon hasn’t had issues in a really long time, but if he heard his brothers fighting, he might. ”
Yeah, a rampaging angel was the last thing we needed, so I guess that meant I couldn’t hit them either. Still, there was one part of the petty angel drama saga I’d zeroed in on.
“Is Belphegor an empath? Nero read all of them when he got permission from Asmodeus. He got vibes.”
“He’s hidden it from the other angels because Dad has never said anything, but it wouldn’t shock me.
He mostly keeps to himself, but usually disappears if there’s any sign of conflict.
He sometimes got grumpy if he was around me when I was in my moody, puberty phase, but I used to think it was because I was an asshole to everyone.
It could be because he’s an empath. Empaths are rarer than seers though. ”
“True, but if an empath knew they were being read by an incubus or another empath, they could just piggyback on the surrounding emotions to hide it,” Kujo said.
“Sure, if they had control over it. From what I understand, it’s miserable for them to let it all in to the point they are feeling what someone else is feeling.”
“Better than anyone figuring out he was the one who kidnapped Lucifer. Mammon has the best motive, though. He clearly hates this place and everyone living here,” I said.
“I agree with you,” Wrathhog said. “But my father and the rest of the Fallen aren’t going to do anything with a feeling.
You’re going to need concrete proof. To get that, you’re going to have to get a handle on your wings, magic, and mental shields.
You already have a lot of the groundwork done for fighting. ”
I was open to that because my magic and wings tended to have a mind of their own. My mind was also a weird place, and I didn’t want someone creeping on my thoughts when I was thinking up things for my books. Because if we ever found Lucifer and fixed Hell, I was going back to writing.
“Let’s do this.”