City of Sin

Damnation I

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***CoS***

Lucifer Morningstar was happy. His meddlesome brother had fled like the coward he was, there was an immortal plaything in his dungeon just waiting to be tortured in new and exciting ways, Chloe seemed happier, and less stressed, than she had in months, and from the few hints she had been accidentally dropping lately she was seriously considering retirement and accepting her position as queen.

Even Maze was happily laying on the nearby couch, idly playing with one of her knives and seemingly just waiting for her next meeting with the blonde that they had all become so very obsessed with.

His phone vibrated, a soft tone echoing in the room, he recognized the sound immediately, one he had specifically set for the woman.

"Speaking of" the man grinned as he answered his cell, "why hello Chloe how are you…" he paused, eyes widening before quickly narrowing in anger. The Devil slowly rose from his chair, the shadows rising and flickering throughout the room as well. "Could you put her on the phone please."

His voice was tight, barely concealed rage laced throughout and it had Mazikeen both worried and terrified at the same time.

A moment passed before he growled into the device, "Listen here Azrael, if you so much as touch a hair on her head there is nowhere on Earth or in Heaven that you will be able to hide from me!"

Azrael, the demoness' heart skipped several beats as her form flickered. What was the Angel of Death doing at Chloe's apartment, was she using their queen as hostage? Was she threatening Lucifer?

"I will be there."

Her head snapped back to the man as he crushed the phone in his hand. "We are going to Chloe's apartment, now."

Maze wouldn't have argued even if she could.

***CoS***

There were many things that Lucifer Morningstar expected when he opened the door to his future queen's apartment. One of them, however, was not to see his sister Azrael sitting at the kitchen table across from Chloe sipping on what seemed to be hot chocolate.

"Lucifer" the blonde acknowledged, before standing and making her way over to the counter. He could practically feel Maze's tension when she passed dangerously close to the other archangel, and he certainly agreed with her. Chloe seemed to understand that the other person was an angel, but not how dangerous she was.

A quick glance over the human gave him a bit of relief seeing as she was not only unharmed, but seemingly wasn't afraid or being threatened. That was when his attention turned to the smaller individual and watched her shrink back a bit into her seat.

"Uh… hey Lucifer…"

"Azrael" he snarled, stepping in and shutting the door behind, even as Mazikeen began to circle around the living room, perhaps hoping to reach Chloe as quickly as possible should a fight start. "What do you want?"

That was when he heard it, something he had seen before, been told about, but had never actually received or experienced firsthand. A 'tsk' of reprimand. "Be nice."

All three immortal beings quickly shifted their attention to the sole human, who was preparing two other mugs. When she turned around it wasn't embarrassment or awkwardness in her expression, it was merely a raised eyebrow.

"What? You three are guests here, you will be nice. She hasn't done anything wrong Lucifer, at least not today, so just come in, sit down, and listen to what she has to say."

Mazikeen's jaw practically dropped at the fact she was so nonchalantly giving them orders, but the tension still eased a bit in the Devil's shoulders as a slight pout formed on his lips. "There isn't enough room at the table…" he muttered because it certainly wasn't a whine.

Lucifer Morningstar did not whine.

"That's alright, I was going to suggest the couch and chairs anyway. I just wanted to make sure Azrael could handle not spilling her drink on my furniture first."

This time it was the other angelic female who looked ready to pout, "I can handle hot cocoa just fine."

Chloe answered with a shrug, "I know that, now, but I've only met two angels that I know of and while one is obviously just fine, Amenadiel could barely figure out a fake I.D. I wasn't sure how functional you were."

Lucifer watched with amusement as his sister stood, still sulking, and walked over to the couch to sit down. He took a seat in the only chair in the room, frowning at the state of the blonde's furniture, and watched as Chloe sat down at the other end of the couch, far and yet all too near, his sibling.

The demoness, on the other hand, stood next to the human, still stiff and almost anxious in her posture. It only took a minute for Chloe to let out a sigh and turn to the woman. "Maze, either sit on my lap or I'm sitting on yours, but you aren't going to stand there like that."

It was rather hilarious, watching his lieutenant mentally debate between being protective and being just physically close to their lover. In the end touching seemed to win out, and the dark-skinned beauty sat down between the blonde's legs, still a bit tense until Chloe's hands went to her sides and pulled her upper body back until she was practically using the human as a recliner.

Azrael merely watched on in a mixture of surprise and awe.

***CoS***

The former detective glanced around, twitching any time someone so much as walked in his general direction. It was insane, not only had he been arrested, but was now awaiting trial in the general inmate population.

Didn't they know what happened to cops in this place? He would be lucky if he made it to his first court appearance alive!

He was in the exercise yard, sitting on a bench by himself, as far away from every other person as possible. Originally, his plan had been to approach the guards and explain the situation. That he was being framed, that he was a good cop, that they were on the same team. That had quickly backfired when the man had rolled his eyes, snorted, and told him to get back in with the rest of the scum before he looked too much like a snitch.

The man was right, to a small degree, he couldn't be seen talking to any of the authority figures, especially with being a new inmate. It would only mark him for assault and death even faster.

He scanned the area once more, this time watching as a group of convicts looked over at him, whispering to themselves as if sizing him up.

Dan needed to do something, and fast. If not, it would be a short trip to the infirmary if he were lucky.

But what? His options were limited and fading away at an alarming rate. It was only a matter of time until one of the punks he had put away recognized him, and then he would be a dead man walking.

An idea came to his mind, although it was stupid, poorly thought out, and might get his ass kicked it would at least keep him alive. Standing, he walked confidently, or as confidently as he could, up to one of the guards that stood near the entrance, earning the quirking of an eyebrow from the, admittedly much larger, man. "What do you want newbie? Get back to your corner and…"

The man barely finished when Espinoza pulled his arm back and hit him in the face full force. It didn't quite drop the correctional officer, but it did force him to stagger backwards, and Dan was proud of that fact for all of two seconds before a baton hit the back of his knees, dropping him to the ground with a resounding thud as pain shot up through his legs.

"Enjoy the freedom while you can asshole, its solitary for the next month for you!"

Mission successful.

***CoS***

"So, sister, what brings you to my cozy corner of the world?"

She shifted a bit in place, unused to the attention, "I… want to make a deal with you brother."

Chloe watched as Lucifer fought between being intrigued, and merely angry at his sibling. Maze, on the other hand, seemed a bit restless in her arms. Frowning as the demon adjusted herself, once again, the blonde slipped her hands discreetly underneath her shirt, finding warm skin and tracing idle patterns over it.

Mazikeen immediately stilled, breath hitching even as the human leaned in close to her ear, voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "Behave and I'll play."

If either of the two angelic beings noticed the slight nod from the demon, neither responded, instead focused on their own conversation.

"Oh? And what could you possibly desire that I have to give, and more importantly, what do you have that I could possibly desire in return?"

"I… I'm tired Lucifer, tired of the posturing, tired of the politics and the arguments, tired of the conflict that is brewing above."

The man quirked up an eyebrow before leaning back into the chair, "Oh?"

Azrael quickly nodded, "Ever since Father's departure Michael has been acting like he is in charge. Ordering everyone around, making changes… but it isn't working. He isn't God but I'm starting to think he doesn't realize it. Some of the others are starting to talk about forming a council to vote on changes, introducing democracy as it were to Heaven."

He snorted, "Oh yes, I'm sure our brother's ego will love that."

The playful banter earned a small smile on the smaller girl's face, "With everything happening I just… I want out. Out of the game, away from all that crap."

"Then leave, just because I did it first doesn't mean you can't follow."

This caused her to shrink in on herself once more. "You know I don't do… arguments well. If I try Michael or someone else would just start yelling and…"

Chloe's hands trailed up along the skin of the woman nestled between her legs. When they reached the bottom of the demon's breasts she heard, and felt, another shudder in the woman and began tracing and teasing, much to Maze's delight and annoyance.

It was fun, the blonde noted, having the powerful demoness quivering at her every touch, always so aggressive and dominating with everyone else but so very docile and submissive the moment she laid a finger on her.

Checking to ensure that the two siblings were deep in their own conversation she leaned forward once more, tongue slipping out and tasting the back of the woman's neck. "You always taste so delicious." She whispered, and for a moment was so sure that the woman was about to turn around and ravage her.

Instead, Maze trembled and quivered, twitched and shivered in her arms. It made her want to continue teasing, fuck her senseless, and wrap her arms around her to pull her in and never let go all at the same time.

Did the black woman understand? Did she have any idea of how much the blonde wanted her? Was she doing enough to ensure her thoughts were being conveyed? Her teasing came a halt, and she shifted into a powerful hug, wanting the woman closer to her than she already was.

This change was obviously noticeable in the demoness, who turned her head slightly so she could give her full attention to the blonde, "Chloe?"

Their lips met due to the detective's initiative. It was a deep, intimate, kiss as opposed to the lust-fueled ones they normally shared. Chloe wanted her to understand, to see and feel exactly how she did. She wanted Maze to know how she felt that the dark-skinned woman wasn't just a plaything or a toy, wasn't just someone to sake her lust on every few days before moving on to a more serious relationship.

Mazikeen was part of her life, an important aspect that she cherished no less than Ella or Lucifer himself.

Maze whimpered into the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing their tongues to meet, slowly and methodically. It felt as though they were melting together, fusing into something completely new.

When they pulled back the demon's eyes shone with something new, understanding and almost worship filled the two circular mirrors.

"Chloe I…"

Someone coughed nearby, and the blonde turned to where the other two were openly staring at them. Lucifer with lust mixed with envy, mixed with joy, mixed with so many other things. Azrael with just about the same, only throw in some shock as well.

"Yes?"

The Devil shrugged, "Oh nothing just… admiring."

This earned a nod from the blonde, who nestled into the woman currently laying in her arms just a bit more.

***CoS***

For a brief century or two Cain had contemplated his own place in the afterlife, and whether it was Heaven or Hell that awaited him should he ever be freed of his course.

True, he had killed his brother, but had it not been the Devil who whispered in his ear on how to do so? Had it not been God who picked his brother over him despite both presenting gifts? Surely, if others could repent and be allowed into the Kingdom of Heaven then his suffering should have redeemed his soul as well.

Eventually, he concluded that it was God's own spite that kept him from peace and salvation. It wasn't as if every murderer was doomed to eternal wandering. Why should it just be him? Had the first whore been forced to live without physical pleasure or sensation? Had the first blasphemer found themselves unable to speak?

No, it was just him. Just one who had offered sacrifice and been found wanting.

So, he wandered, for ages untold until receiving an offer that would have finally removed his curse, would have allowed him to be at peace. Strike against the Devil himself, a daunting task but one he had eagerly accepted for both a chance at vengeance and redemption.

Surely, sending Lucifer back to Hell would be seen as the ultimate gift to God?

Now it seemed there were things worse than being forced to wander the world for eternity. Stripped nude, strapped down to a table, blindfolded, and gagged. He had nothing but cold air and empty silence to keep him company.

He knew it would not be forever though. He hadn't been brought here to simply wait until the stars burned out, no, it was very evident that he would be tormented and tortured in due time. The only question was when.

***CoS***

"So, in exchange for setting you up with a new identity and life and keeping the others away from you…" Lucifer drawled out gesturing towards his sister once more.

"I will side with you should the need arise in any conflict."

He shrugged, "And?"

Azrael bit her lip, "Obviously, I won't allow death near anyone close to you."

This, finally, earned her a nod. "Wonderful, well if that is all then…"

"Uh actually, there is one more thing. I uhm… well there's someone I want…"

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow, "Oh? Revenge, is it?"

"N-no uhm…" the Archangel glanced over to the other two, still cuddling, individuals, and more specifically at the blonde. "There's a human…"

"My queen is off limits Azrael, unless you can convince her to have some fun with you by her own choice."

The statement earned everyone's attention, along with a soft growl from Mazikeen. His sibling, on the other hand, merely blushed and quickly shook her head, "No… no it isn't her but uhm… well there is a reason I came here and not to you directly, I mean besides you being mad at me."

"Well, you never called or visited." Although his response was teasing the recipient heard the accusation layered beneath and flinched. "So, it is someone close to Chloe then?"

A nod, and the angel took a deep breath before proceeding, "Yeah I uhm… one of her friends."

Lucifer glanced between his sister and queen. Chloe seemed rather confused, or perhaps was trying to figure out why an archangel would be interested in one of those closest to her. "Which one?"

"E-Ella…"

This caused the blonde's eyes to widen in shock, "You want Ella!?" Another nod but this time triggered a snarl in the woman. "You don't get to claim people, I don't care who the fuck you are. We aren't property."

"No! No, it isn't like that I was just… hoping that maybe I could get some help."

Lucifer shrugged, before gesturing between them, "Miss Lopez is closer to my queen than myself. If you want help, then make a deal with her."

Now the attention was back onto the human, and it was her turn to shift uncomfortably, "I mean... have you ever met Ella before? Do you just need an introduction or something?"

Azrael's gaze dropped down to her hands, "We... have met. We were friends a long time ago when she was much younger."

"Ella was friends... with an angel?"

"I mean, not exactly, I sort of told her I was just a ghost?"

Chloe's eyes narrowed, "And how is your relationship now?"

"She... sort of thought I was haunting her and told me that she hated me..."

This earned a groan from the blonde, who would have face palmed had there not been a demon nestled into her lap. "So, assuming I can explain all this to her and get her to not hate you anymore, what do I get in return?"

The question seemed to perk up the smaller girl, whose eyes brightened at the thought of success. "A-anything! Anything you want that I can give. I mean I'm not going to let you, or your friends die, but that is part of my deal with Lucifer."

Her response had Chloe rubbing at her temples. How was she supposed to know what to ask for from a being that transcended human understanding? Could the girl give wishes? Did she even need something like that? It wasn't like there was anyone she wanted, or needed, killed, and figured that bringing anyone back from the dead would either be a horrifically bad idea, beyond her power, or downright cruel to the deceased.

Mazikeen began shifting around again, clearly unhappy at her hands being taken away. At that moment, an idea hit her. Sure, it was probably immoral, improper, and slightly illegal, but in honor of Lucifer, 'to Hell with it'.

"You."

Azrael blinked, then blinked again in confusion, "What?"

"You, I want you. I figure you want a relationship with Ella, correct? Dating, sex, maybe living together, the whole shebang?" The blonde wasn't sure why the idea of an angel blushing was both adorable and silly but here she was, watching it happen. Still, she nodded in confirmation. "Well, Ella and I have talked about this before, if she wanted a relationship with someone and all. She always told me she wanted me to be included so that is my terms. You want her? I get you as well. That means you belong to me just as much as her and Beatrice do. Harem member, lover, fuck buddy, whatever you want to call it."

The smaller being opened her mouth to reply, though what she was about to say none could guess, when Maze interrupted, "You should say yes. Chloe is amazing in bed, plus threesomes are fantastic. If Ella hates you as much as you think you probably will get further with Chloe in the room, fingering you, anyway."

She glanced between the two lovers on the couch and her brother and received only a shrug from the Devil. "Don't look at me, I'm not into angelic incest but I certainly am not going to deny either of you having fun on your own terms. Plus, I have always thought you needed to get laid, along with the rest of our siblings. Imagine how much more fun it would have been without the stick up everyone's asses?"

There was a moment of hesitation, before Azrael spoke, "I... accept."

***CoS***

Her lover's sister had departed shortly after their conversation, leaving just the three in Chloe's apartment. From there the blonde had wiggled out from beneath the demoness, much to the other's displeasure.

Chloe needed to think, needed to breathe for a second and really think about what she had just done, what she had just agreed to do.

Thus, she began to pace, easily drawing the attention of the two-former residence of Hell. After a few moments of silence, she stopped and turned towards them, "Did I just… break the universe or anything bad like that?"

Mazikeen looked rather confused, Lucifer merely quirked an eyebrow, "By promising to bed my sister?"

"By removing death from the world!"

More confusion, and the blonde had to fight the urge to scream in frustration. She loved them both, dearly, but it was incredibly difficult to have metaphysical conversations with the only two beings who might be able to give her answers when they couldn't see things from a human point of view.

"You said she was death, right? If she retires won't that, oh I don't know, stop everyone from dying?"

Understanding slowly seeped into her two, seated, guests, earning a chuckle from the Devil which prompted a glare from his future queen. "It doesn't work that way my dear. Death is a natural aspect of creation regardless of whether my sister is present or not. Think of her as the ferrywoman of lost souls."

The blonde didn't understand, but nodded regardless, "So again, is something bad going to happen?"

This time it was Mazikeen who answered, "You might see an increase in haunted houses or reports of ghosts and stuff like that, otherwise no. Most spirits move on regardless of Azrael, she is just there to keep everything in line and keep the few stragglers in check. In the end it will only be noticeable until Heaven gets their heads out of their asses and finds someone else."

"So, they will make a new angel of death? Wouldn't that be just as bad?"

Before Lucifer could answer the demon shook her head, "No, it wouldn't be like that. They would need a bunch of lower-level angels to just do the busy work. Lucifer and Azrael, they are archangels. Archangels are fierce, absolute, they are different than the others who stand up in their ivory towers looking down on the rest of us. The only one who can replace them, and their might, is 'daddy dearest'."

This eased some of the anxiety for the detective as she slumped back onto the couch, albeit where the angel had been sitting rather than her previous spot.

"More importantly," the demoness practically growled, "is the talk we need to have about you moving out of this dump and in with us. If Azrael stopped by unannounced then what is to stop any other siblings from paying a visit? The next one might not be as interested in getting into your pants."

Despite the phrasing, Chloe agreed with her friend, if Lucifer had any other siblings that he didn't get along with, which was almost a certainty, there was a good chance that there were some grudges.

"What about Amenadiel? Is he one of the super powerful angels as well?"

The other female snorted, while Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Only in his wildest fantasies. Amenadiel is one of my minor siblings, more of an errand boy to those who serve the archangels. But it is a good point. Even something as weak as he is still poses a physical threat to humans. I am sorry my dear, but I will need to insist you change your place of residency on a permanent basis."

She knew it would happen eventually, and nodded in agreement, "Yeah… yeah okay that's fine. Would it be okay if Beatrice moves in with me as well? Maybe Ella and Charlotte in the future? Obviously, your extended family is willing to go after them to get to me and you."

A grin brightened his face, although the blonde wasn't completely sure why. "Of course, Chloe, I have been expecting them for some time now. We will begin vacating one of the floors for your personal use."

***CoS***

Chloe glanced around the corner, waiting for the officer's currently in her friend's lab to leave. She needed a plan, needed to figure out a way to gently approach the subject, needed...

"So, what's first?"

It was only her time as a detective that prevented her from screaming at the sudden voice, and presence, directly behind her. Instead, she practically elbowed the archangel, not that it would have done much good. "Azrael!" she hissed in annoyance, before grabbing the woman's arm and dragging her into a bathroom for privacy, "What the Hell!?"

"What?"

The detective reminded herself that she wasn't speaking to a human, but someone with abhorred social skills and a lack of understanding concerning how to behave. "Okay... first rule, do not sneak up behind someone like that..."

"Well, I didn't exactly..."

"Or" Chloe interrupted, "teleport, materialize, become visible, etc. It scares the shit out of us and isn't fun." The angel frowned, before nodding in agreement. "Good, now then the first thing we are going to do is nothing, because you are going to stay here and wait."

"But I..."

"Because" the blonde spoke up once more, "I need to try and figure out a gentle way of breaking the news to my friend that not only is God and angels real, but one of them used to be a ghost who haunted her and now wants to take her out on a date and fuck her senseless. It isn't exactly a normal conversation Azrael, and I'm not sure how she is going to react."

This time the nod of understanding was slower, almost reluctant.

Seeing that the ancient being finally understood, the detective 'shooed' her away and watch her vanish before taking a deep breath and making her way out into the hallway once more. Glancing over, she noticed that her friend was finally alone and quickly made her way into the room, closing and locking the door behind her.

The sound immediately had the technician's attention, and seeing her lover standing by the door lit up in excitement. "Hey Chloe! Haven't seen you in a few days, everything okay?"

"Yeah... yeah! Everything is great, just uh... great."

Ella nodded slowly, "That's... great. So did you need anything or..." her smile turned a bit seductive, "want anything?"

That looked had the blonde's heart racing just a bit faster, sent heat pooling lower and filled her mind with all sorts of thoughts, primarily at how many surfaces she could probably pin the smaller girl against in the room. But first things first, she had to start breaking the news and hope Ella would not only cope but wouldn't hate her afterwards.

"I uhm... wanted to talk to you about something, something really important."

"Oh... sure, yeah anything."

The more she thought about it, the more Chloe hesitated. They were in the precinct which meant this wasn't a good time or place for an existential meltdown.

"Maybe we should... do this somewhere else. It isn't... you might not like the news."

This earned a frown from the younger woman. "Well, I was going to be leaving soon anyway, I came in over the weekend, so this is my half-day to make up for it."

"That's good I just..."

"Chloe." Ella spoke up, "Just... tell me, I'm a big girl and I would rather just face it than beat around the bush."

The blonde took a deep breath, "Okay, here goes nothing. I... sort met someone the other day, well they came to me."

"Okay..."

"Someone, who knew you a long time ago." This earned a frown, and a noticeable, uncomfortable twitch, in the Latina. "Rae-Rae."

Chloe had never seen her friend freeze up in the way she had, a look of anger, and almost fear, in her eyes.

"No..."

"Ella I..."

There was hurt in the other woman's voice, hurt and desperation, "No Chloe, I don't know if this is some sort of joke, but it isn't funny. I don't know who told you about her but..."

A voice whispered in her ear, and the blonde followed the suggestion, "You two had a box of 'treasures' you kept in the top of your closet. When you moved out you took it with you, and you still have the gemstone from it."

This completely stopped her friend in her tracks. "Wh-what?"

"She is real Ella, not imaginary, not a ghost, nothing like that."

"B-but..."

"Ella, she's an angel."

***CoS***

'See it through.'

Those three words lit a fire of anger in the angel's chest. What was there to still 'see through'? They had lost, Lucifer had been ready for them, probably because of a traitor or just Decker informing on their numerous encounters.

Looking back, it was clear that the choice to attempt to persuade her to their side was a poor one. He had thought that playing to her sense of justice, of making the Devil out to be a criminal mastermind would have been enough. He had been wrong, and now more than ever was regretting not just telling her the entire truth. Surely, they could have opened her eyes to what his fallen brother was if they had moved swift enough.

Now Michael was denying him the right to return to the Silver City, almost as if the archangel were placing blame upon him as it was upon the monster he had been sent to deal with.

What was he supposed to do now? Cain had fled, to where he wasn't sure, and what remained of his human accomplices had been arrested. This left the angelic warrior with no backup, no forces to command, and not enough power to defeat Lucifer in a straight fight.

Though he would never admit it, Amenadiel wasn't sure if he could even beat Mazikeen in a fight at this point. How long had it been since he had wielded his blessed sword? How many eons since the war in Heaven raged and he had fought valiantly against his corrupted kin?

Peace, it had made him soft, made them all soft. A treacherous voice even whispered in the back of his mind that should Lucifer make an attempt to invade, no one would be able to stop him.

Not even Michael.

Such a thought sent a shiver down his spine and was quickly suppressed. Amenadiel needed help, but first he needed to collect himself and think, take stock of his situation and figure out exactly what he could, and should, do to not only correct the situation, but possibly turn it around for the better.

Lucifer could still be beaten, he had been before, after all.

***CoS***

Ella's reaction had been what Chloe figured it would be, not good. The smaller woman had practically gone through an anxiety attack, quickly shut down her lab and excused herself for the rest of the day.

Even worse was the fact she had turned her phone off, elevating the blonde's own stress regarding the situation. She should have handled it differently, should have waited until she was home or somewhere safe rather than practically ambushing her at work.

What the fuck had she been thinking? Was it her damned 'detective' instincts acting up and figuring that if she talked to suspects and witnesses at a police station it would be okay to do the same for her friend?

"Stupid stupid stupid…" she muttered to herself as she paced through her half-empty apartment. The move had already begun, but despite their offers Chloe had asked for a normal, human, moving company using normal, human, methods.

Despite all the bad memories, the apartment had still been her home for years, and she wanted to take a bit of time to ease into the idea of not returning.

Before the blonde could find anything else to berate herself on her phone rang out in the silence, causing her to jump in fright for a moment before bolting to where it lay on the nearby counter and picking it up, "Hello?"

"Chloe?"

It was Ella, and the detective was both relieved and terrified because it sounded like she had been crying. "Ella? Ella what's wrong are you okay?" Horrible thoughts filled her head from the years of experience of dealing with sobbing victims and families. Had she been attacked? Was it Amenadiel or one of his minions?

If it had been Chloe wouldn't just be telling Mazikeen, she would be going to Lucifer and Azrael as well. She had the feeling that if anything happened to the normally bubbly Latino there would be more than just Hell to pay.

Another sniffle from the phone ripped her attention back to the situation at hand. "I… I just… can you come over, please?"

"I'll be right there."

***CoS***