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“What if they want to let those dark gods perish by not worshipping them anymore so they can commit to another god?” Atticus offered in seriousness. “What if they wish to summon Lucifer so they can worship him in exchange for being granted anything they desire? It’s like in the bible where Lucifer grants the wishes of any who vow to follow him, and its instant gratification.”

“But aren’t they afraid of the consquen—” My words were cut short as the ground literally began to tremble, leaving all of us to glance over to Lucifer, who had his back facing us. “Uh…Lucifer?”

“Did we say something wrong?” Arthur questioned.

“Maybe?” Sawyer sounded just unsure as the rest of us felt before Cornelius cursed.

“Fuck…” He looked over to us with dread-filled eyes. “None of us told him about Athena.”

Oh fucking shit.

CHAPTER6

A Glimpse Of Hope In The Realms Of Flaming Despair: Part Two

"D-Dad?” I dared to say as the ground simply shook harder. I pulled out of Atticus’s grip to walk over to the man whose back looked composed, but I could see the way his aura began to ooze out of him in waves so powerful, I felt like none of us would be able to breathe if we didn’t interfere right away

I was facing him before I knew it. The sight of his anger left me frozen in place for a moment as I stared up into the eyes of a ruthless demon.

From the growing horns of red to the molten skin of his flesh that began to bubble and spread, the elegant man known as my father was shifting into a beast who held a lengthy history of destruction and death.

And I didn’t want my men and I to be pulled into that lengthy scoreboard.

"We can’t potentially save her if you’re going to have a hissy fit, Father,” I voiced sternly, which seemed rather bold of me, but this was our chance to potentially get Athena’s soul back somehow.

Clearly, Danica needed Athena’s body for some ritual of sorts, which meant she had to have gotten to Athena’s place and taken her body somewhere.

For rituals, the body needed to be preserved —or remain fresh —for as long as possible so all that was missing was her soul.

If we’re in a place near Hell, Purgatory, and potentially Heaven, can’t we reach her before she ascends?

"You can lose your shit on those deserving on your wrath once we figure out if Athena is really dead and has ascended yet,” I emphasized. “If you’re reacting this way, doesn’t that mean you didn’t sense Athena’s death?”

He stared at me for a good minute before he blinked a few times and looked deep in thought. His skin began to shift back to normal as his horns retracted into his temples.

With a few blinks, he was back to the sophisticated man who’d greeted us, before he specifically looked displeased with my interference.

“You realize if I looked at you the wrong way, you would have perished for all eternity?” he huffed with narrowed eyes.

I simply shrugged.

“If you were really going to do that to your daughter, you would have done it eons ago,” I voiced like I wasn’t concerned that I could have actually died.

“Hmmm.” He stared at me with a hint of a pout. “You’re definitely our child. I’m unsure if I like that or not.”

“Well, you think about that and get back to me later,” I voiced and pointed to my wings. “Uh. Can you also do something about these?”

He arched an eyebrow at me.

“I can’t act like a badass bitch when these are out,” I voiced.

“A child of light complaining about having wings,” he muttered like he’d seen far too much in his eternal existence.

Well, actually, maybe he has.

"If you were properly balanced, they wouldn’t feel like a burden to you.”

“Now how do I achieve that?” I asked before I watched him reach out to flick my forehead. “Ow! What was that—”

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