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Asmodeus was hurt, Chelsea could see that. She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. He shook it off and walked past her.

“Kaleb!” he shouted. The Hellhound stood up. “Call Maria.” The dog disappeared.

“Who’s Maria?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. With Azrael calling in the cavalry, that leaves me with you and not even I can defend you from my own kind.”

“How true, Asmodeus,” said a voice.

Asmodeus quickly pulled out a knife and lashed out.

“Easy, brother,” laughed the young man who’d spoken.

“What are you doing here?” Asmodeus growled.

“Just a social call.”

“It would never just be a social call. What do you want?”

“Brother–”

Don’t call me that.”

“Asmodeus, I simply want to talk.”

“About...?”

The man smiled. “That’s the right question. It comes to my attention that you’ve learned of the prophecy.”

The man’s hair was black, even darker than Asmodeus’s. His eyes were a luminous green. He had no shirt on, revealing tattoos all over his pale skin. A pair of platinum-coloured wings rested against his back.

“Excuse me,” said Chelsea, “but what’s going on?”

The man turned to her. “You must be Chelsea.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked him.

“You’ve always envied your older sister. Her looks, her personality, her friends. Chloe. She envies you too, you know?”

“That’s enough,” said Asmodeus.

“Asmodeus, are you going to tell her who I am or to I have to take it upon myself?”

“Chelsea, this is Leviathan, Prince of Envy. He’s also my cousin. Why are you here?”

“The prophecy.”

“What about it?”

Leviathan smiled sardonically. “They’re coming,” he said before disappearing.

Asmodeus’s face went as white as a sheet. “Hurry up, Azrael,” he whispered.

“What’s going on?” asked Chelsea.

“I need to get you somewhere safe. There’s things I need to do, people I need to talk to. Crap, I’m supposed to be meeting Lucifer and Selene in an hour!”

Kaleb the Hellhound appeared between them. He barked at Asmodeus.

“Okay, good. That’s sorted. Maria’s coming tonight. Can she not come any sooner?” The question seemed to be posed to the Hellhound. Kaleb barked again. “I know that, but–” The dog barked again. Asmodeus put his hands over his ears. “Thank you! Too much information there, Kaleb. Fucking succubae and their man-whores. You want to tell her that? Fine, go ahead! I’m sorry. Yes, I know I created them but it wasn’t on purpose and they all know it.”

“Asmodeus, will you please tell me what the fuck’s going on?!” shouted Chelsea.

He sighed. “Sorry. The legions are preparing. They’re coming for you but I won’t let them get you, I promise.”

“Why would Leviathan tell you?”

“To get back at me. He blames me for the death of his wife. Even if he knew the truth, he’d still say it was my fault. He can never know the truth, it would kill him. It’s hard to kill something that’s not technically alive but that would do it.”

“What happened to her?”

“She cheated on him with a vampire. She was my niece.”

The End

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