Page 59 of Found In Destruction

“Good idea. Go on,” I encouraged him. Sure as fuck wasn’t going to be me.

“No, you go!” He threw a chip at my face.

“You got to sleep in Diana’s room last night. You should go,” Desmond chimed in. “I’m not going because I don’t give a fuck about making Lucifer wait.”

“Seems like all three of you don’t care!” Lucifer shouted after he sneakily faded into our barrack without a sound. It pissed us all off that he could override our wards. Ares was with him and they both looked annoyed.

“Guuuuuuys! We have a situation,” Ares shouted as he vaulted over the back of the couch, landed on my lap, and knocked the wind out of me. He stole the bowl of chips right out of Bash’s hands.

“My fucking crisps! You garbage disposal,” Bash groused.

“Focus!” Lucifer snapped, waving his hand making the bowl disappear. “We may know where Red’s hiding.”

“How? Where?” Desmond asked. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but he’s been radio silent since Diana left.”

“Long story short, Reded was somehow visiting Marilyn in her psyche while she was in equilibrium,” Ares explained. “He did it from the throne room in Hell, which leads us to believe he may be there now. Diana is going to torture Damon for more information, and we’ll plot from there.”

“This could be a trap. I want to check her psyche and make sure it’s not compromised,” Bash demanded with urgency in his voice.

“We can arrange that at a later time. Right now, I need all hands on deck for this,” Lucifer said.

“She’s up for this?” Desmond asked. “None of us could get him to talk.”

“She seems determined to break him,” Lucifer said with pride in his voice. “And my daughter can do anything she puts her mind to. We’ll all converge at his cell in thirty minutes.” He waved his hand, and our television went blank. “Just so you don’t get distracted.”

He faded out, and the four of us stared at each other. Desmond linked us all.Az, is she with you?

Yes. We’ll meet you all there. Taking some time to get into the zone,he replied.

Is she okay?I asked. If I were Diana I’d be on a rampage about this. Red crossed a line by invading Marilyn’s psyche.

She’s ready. See you there,Az said before cutting the link.

We all broke apart, going to our rooms to ready ourselves for Damon’s last stand. I had every conviction that my princess would turn this piece of shit inside out before ruining him.

We all met in the living room with a few minutes to spare, then faded to the door outside his cell in the back of the dungeon.

“Guys, before we go in, we need to agree on something…” Bash said before we entered. He threw up a silencing spell. “If Diana for some reason can’t handle this and needs our help, we step in—no matter what she wants or what her father says.”

We all nodded in agreement, then Ares put his hand on the door, unlocking it with his magical signature.

When it came to our woman, the guys and I all agreed that her wellbeing came first.

Ares tookDamon out of his cell and tied him to a nymphwood cross similar to the one we found Desmond on at the warehouse. His once brilliantly orange eyes were dim, and his entire body sagged with exhaustion. Despite his immortality, his face aged with fine lines and wrinkles. He seemed like he was falling apart, and I had no clue how he’d continue to resist our methods to make him talk.

I also had no clue what Diana’s next move was. Azazel said it was something different than what we were used to, but with the four of us, that could literally mean anything. We’d done some shit, seen some things. But I had faith that my princess would come in here swinging and get exactly what she was after.

“Where did Diana and Lucifer go?” Desmond asked.

“She wanted to talk to him, get some fatherly guidance I guess,” I replied. I may not have been a huge fan of Lucifer after everything that happened, but there was no doubt he loved his daughter, in his own way. He was a better father than mine had been.

Lucifer entered the torture chamber in his Armani suit, eyeing Damon up like he was the personification of rotting garbage in his ratty old tee shirt and boxer briefs. When we set him on fire, we had to replace his clothing. And we weren’t wasting good clothes on a future corpse.

“Unfortunately, Diana won’t be joining us. She isn’t feeling well,” he informed us. “I’ll be running the show now.”

Ares immediately faded out of the room, presumably to check on her.

“Awww, how sad. Little Miss Diana Morningstar can’t hack torture? She can’t get her hands dirty doing wet work? What a poor fucking excuse for a successor, father,” Damon spat.

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