Twenty SevenMature

“Yeah, you should have. But what did Lucifer say anyway?”

“He offered to let you stay with him while Azrael and I figure this out. I told him I’d talk to you about it. What do you think?”

“I want to help you.”

He sighed. “So what did you make of Selene?”

“She’s really nice.”

“She tells it how it is, good or bad.”

“Can you take me home please? As in home?”

“Of course.”

He pulled her gently down an alleyway and they were in her bedroom. Asmodeus went to say something but she motioned for him to be quiet.

“Don’t worry, the house is empty.”

“How do you know?”

“The same way I found you were pregnant: I can search for life. Souls rather. Azrael can do it too.”

“What happened last time he trusted you?”

Asmodeus turned away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, you don’t have to. I’ve been wondering, what would happen if we found Skyla?”

Asmodeus turned back. “She’d be killed by the Archangels for starters. But, excluding that, Azrael would lose his mind. He’d be overjoyed but he’d never be the same. He’d probably get himself banished, exiled or killed trying to save her from his ‘brothers’. No, it is better like it is.”

Chelsea nodded slowly. She gasped and doubled over. She sat slowly on the bed.

“Are you alright?” demanded Asmodeus, sitting next to her.

“They kicked. I felt them kick. That really hurt,” she gasped. “This is really happening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. You’re going to have to tell someone.”

“My mum? She’d kill me!” exclaimed Chelsea.

“No, I know people who would kill you and not think twice about it. Your mother would help you. Believe me.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I was once married, with two beautiful children. I never had a mother, but she did. Her mother helped us through everything. Especially me, and I’ll always be grateful to her for that.”

Chelsea looked away, unsure of what to say. “What was your wife’s name?” she asked.

Asmodeus smiled to himself. “Sofia. She gave me two daughters, Stella and Catherine. They’re all long dead now.”

“What happened?”

“They got old. While I never aged. I was created, they were born. We were never expected to have children, just to do His bidding and enforce His will. He never gave the gift of immortality to our children.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“So am I. I need to go now; I’ve got things to arrange and people to talk to. When Dragon and Maria get here, do you want me to come and get you or do you want to sleep until morning?”

“Come and get me.”

“Okay.”

Asmodeus vanished, leaving Chelsea sat on her bed. She placed a hand on her stomach. She frowned. She stood up and slowly walked towards the floor-length mirror. She turned sideways and lifted her baggy top up. Her stomach was swollen.

“How have I not noticed that till now?” she muttered to herself.

Becoming aware of the bump and the children growing inside her, Chelsea suddenly became very protective of them, despite their destiny.

“I’ll help them. I’ll guide them,” she promised, though to who she was never sure. Had she promised it to herself? Had she promised it to a dead God? To Azrael? To Asmodeus? Or to whoever made the rules? To whoever, or whatever, she intended to stick by it till she died.

The End

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