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“Overprotective jer—” he began but his eyes widened. “Wait. Did you say Lucifer’s daughter?”

“Only daughter,” Cornelius stressed on purpose while he tilted his head further up to emphasize the sudden power he had with such information. “We were actually with him minutes earlier and he was rather confident that we’d be given access thanks to his good old friend, Saint Michal, who wouldn’t hesitate to aid us in such a crucial time. Besides, your mission is to make our Creator’s life easier as he has plenty of other things to focus on now that Lucifer is going through a phase of redemption and self-healing. I doubt He would be pleased to see one of his favorite universes being unexpectedly destroyed before the scripture’s timeline is able to fall into place.”

“Cornelius is right,” Arthur emphasized. “As the Horseman of Famine, it’s clear the world hasn’t reached the stage where we can even predict the world’s end as the holy scriptures warn.”

“Plus, we’ve only begun the spread of infectious diseases upon the human plane, and not enough people have succumbed to such waves to be considered a warning sign of the ‘End,’” Sawyer emphasized. “We cannot forget we need the goddesses’ aid in figuring out how to get rid of these ghoul terrors that are clearly human-made and are interfering with the balance and destroying other paranormal races. If we turn a blind eye simply because of our own selfish desires of revealing our true forms and enjoying the taste of death and suffering, our Creator will be disappointed in our lack of compassion.”

“There’s a lot tied to our arrival and we wish to take care of it as quickly as we can,” Atticus stressed. “Or many will die who were not destined to perish and that will leave the world riddled with spirits who can’t move on until their portal opens for their retrieval. Too many souls walking upon the earth will cause a disruption in the final trumpet call before the beginning of the end, which will lead to many losing hope of being saved by their Savior. You can already begin to see the domino effect that would happen and the negative outcome that’ll play out when the Book of Revelations begins its grand reveal.”

“I…” Michael struggled to speak as he looked at all of us.

Cornelius took a step forward to bring Michael’s attention back to him.

“I’d happily go back and let Morningstar know—”

“Alright,” Michael cut him off and looked at us one by one. “I will give you permission to enter the first level of Heaven to speak to the goddess in question. This will be the only time I allow it so I don’t want to see you four and your goddess again unless the final chapter of Earth’s existence is being played!”

“Fine by us,” Cornelius declared.

“Give me a moment to sign the paperwork,” Michael declared and proceeded to begin writing something down with a feathered pen.

“We’re going through the shiny gates,” I practically squealed, which got the other’s attention.

“If you don’t hold a tight grip on her, she’s going to literally fly away,” Cornelius complained as he looked at me like I was some hopeless romantic.

“She can’t even fly,” Arthur acknowledged.

“Ya, but I feel like Nessa can do anything if she puts her mind to it,” Sawyer noted.

“So how are we going to keep her from literally flying away?” Cornelius inquired.

I wasn’t even paying attention to what they were saying, but a hand encouraged my head to lift up enough so my eyes now locked onto a pair of blue ones.

“Sweet Theia,” Atticus began very slowly to ensure I understood what he was going to say. “The moment we passed through those gates, you’ve got to stay with one of us at all times, understand?”

I blinked a few times and began to pout at the odd restriction, but then he added, “If you obey, I’ll have a threesome with you and Erebus.”

I gawked while the others gasped, then spun and jumped up and down.

“DEAL! DEAL! TRIPLE DEAL!”

“You can’t actually be serious,” Cornelius groaned.

“Are we even allowed to talk about sex before Heaven’s gates?” Arthur wondered.

“I mean, better to do it outside than inside right?” Sawyer offered.

"Are you all finished?” Saint Michael questioned, which grabbed our attention once more. “The gates are ready to be opened. Don’t cause any trouble.”

“Got it,” Atticus spoke on our behalf before he entwined my hand in his and leaned over to kiss the side of my neck. “Stay with me the whole way, Nerissa.”

“Yes, yes,” I vowed even though I was tugging the man the next second. He sighed but I caught onto the smile on his face as the others followed us.

“Thanks, Michael. I’ll let Morningstar know what a grand help you were,” Cornelius added, which made Saint Michael shiver with an expression of dread.

“Best of luck,” he encouraged as the gates of gold began to open.

Waiting for the doors to fully open was thrilling, leaving me feeling all bubbly inside like a kid who was about to go on their favorite rollercoaster ride.

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