Chapter Ninety Two
"How is this possible?" the Master demanded, looking at Lucifer. "How is she still alive?"
"I don't know!" Lucifer shot back.
"We need to do something about her," Moriarty said.
"Leave her to me," Isabelle said quietly.
The three of them stopped their bickering and looked over at Isabelle. She was standing by the window, looking out into the night sky.
"What?" Lucifer asked.
"Leave her to me," Isabelle whispered. "I've needed to talk to her."
Isabelle looked down to the battlefield, watching Rissa ride around with Loki, slaughtering their soldiers by the hundreds.
"It's time to talk," she said, pulling out a knife and playing with it in her hands. She looked up from the knife and glanced down at Rissa on the battlefield. "Dear sister."