Page 64 of Princess of Hell

Voices talked all at the same time, the main question being what is an Angel Key.

“An Angel Key is something special, a key that can open every dimension one can imagine without the knowledge of Lucifer.”

“You mean they can fuck over dad?”

“Who?” Jacks looked at me.

“Oh, fuck. The cat’s out of the bag. I’m Lucifer’s daughter. Yes, that Lucifer, Prince of Hell and the Ruler of Darkness, Fallen Angel, and so on. Pick a title you like.” I slumped back on the couch and got myself a slice of pizza. Pizza Margarita, yummy.

“Wait, that guy is real and not a myth?” Jacks looked at me with deep concern in his warm, brown eyes.

“He’s authentic. And I more or less ran away from home. I’ve lived a lie all my life. My Father lied to me, telling me that my Mother was dead, but she’s not. She’s erased from my memory. From the memories of every single person who ever knew I was her daughter. I need to know what happened to her. It may sound like a whim, but I need to before I’m shipped over to Behemoth’s realm and lose all my freedom.”

It was my turn to run away from the room. I wasn’t aiming for a dramatic getaway, not in the least. I just felt as if the air around me was becoming thick, and it was hard to breathe.

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Jacks

Silver dropped the bomb and left the room. I never considered myself a jealous man, but I was jealous now because Caspian could touch her. He kissed her in front of me and I was tempted to rip his head off his shoulders, Prince Demon or whatever he was. I could take him in a fair fight, but his kind doesn’t fight fair. My teeth ground, and I left to catch up with Silver.

Caspian made a gesture toward getting up himself, but his buddy, Carson the giant, pulled him back down in a gesture that escaped the attention of the others in the room.

Lilith chatted feverishly with Preach, River, and Drae.

I only cared about my girl, and she was falling apart in front of me.

Silver sat on a bench under an old oak tree.

“Can I sit with you?”

She sniffed, and I took it as a yes. Fishing in my pocket, I came up with a small pack of Kleenex tissues.

“Here.”

“Thank you. I feel like Scarlett O’Hara. I never have a tissue when I need one.”

“I was asking myself a serious question.”

“What?” She tried to stop her tears.

“Well, what if you flick your snot on someone. Would that burn?”

Silver laughed. “Did you knowGone With the Windis one of my favorite movies? Scarlett had the uncanny ability to survive everything.”

“You do, too. You can survive everything.”

“But if I’m a mistake and my mom is an Angel?”

“Then she should be proud of having a daughter like you. But aren’t Angels sexless?”

She giggled. “Only the Archangels are what you would call gender fluid, and they can take any form they like. Lower angels have male and female genders.”

“Would that be so horrible if she was an Angel?”

“Yes.”

“Why, love? Tell me. Maybe there’s something I can do to help you.”

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