Every time the door opened, Chelsea looked around. She wasn’t expecting Azrael, it was Asmodeus she wanted to confront. She was trying to plan what she was going to say. There were so many things she wanted to ask him, she just needed to put them in order of priority.
The door opened again and Chelsea turned. It was him. He was finally here. She waited for him to sit down before getting up to join him. She sat down in the chair opposite him and looked him in his turquoise eyes.
“I know who you are,” she whispered aggressively.
“Oh good, that saves the introduction,” Asmodeus replied with a smirk.
“Why Elizabeth? You didn’t have to kill her.”
“She made the decision. And no, I didn’t have to kill her.”
“Because it’s who I am. Azrael’s told you about me. He’s told you about the time I took his knife and used it against his own.”
“Skyla...” she whispered.
“So he’s told you about her. He’s told you that I told him she was dead. He’s told you that her body was never found. He’s told you that he still searches for her. He’s told you that she had unlimited magic and that the Legion are after her. He’s told you that she’s Fallen, if you even know what that means.”
“How do you know what he’s told me?”
“The only bit I actually knew was that the Legion are after her. The rest I read from your mind, just like Azrael can, has, does and will do.”
“He never told me he could do that...”
“And he also never told you that Skyla was with child?”
“No, he didn’t. How do you know that?”
“I had a nice little chat with our Azrael last night,” he said.
“I thought you were too busy trying to kill each other.”
“I wasn’t referring to that meeting. I went to the hospital. The box that was delivered for him contained Morslammae, a letter and a picture.”
“One of his most treasured possessions. It was lost in battle, ooh, about fifty years ago. Have you seen his golden wings? Yes, yes you have. They’re just like you’d imagine, aren’t they? What do you think my wings are like?”
She paused. “I didn’t know you had wings.”
“Demons and Angels are... cousins, brothers even. Azrael hasn’t given you the history? Of course he hasn’t. He’s not old enough to remember it. I was there. I used to be an angel, under the command of God. An Archangel actually.”
He looked her right in the eye. “I killed a woman.”