Page 138 of Legacy of Chaos

Man, without his angel power, his command fell flat, and she laughed. “What is your name, Unfallen?”

“What makes you think I’m Unfallen?”

“Do you think you’re the first disgraced angel to drag their broken bodies to these sewers after being yeeted from Heaven? I find a couple of you assholes every few months. You’re lucky I found you before someone worse did.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Mmm. What did you do to earn expulsion?”

“Nothing. It was political.”

“That’s what they all say.

“Yeah? Well, this time it’s the truth.”

“They say that too.” She moved with him, lingering in the shadows. She must be hideous. “What did you do?” She moved closer. “Gabriel.”

His heart skidded to a halt in his chest. He hadn’t been afraid in a long time. A really long time. But for the first time in his thousands of years of life, he knew bone-chilling terror.

This female was powerful, and she knew his name. He, on the other hand, was as helpless as an infant, and he had no ideawho this bitch was. He wracked his brain for the names of the most powerful fallen angels, but there were too many to count.

“Gabriel? TheArchangel?” Another female voice came from the shadows. Her delighted laughter echoed in the tight space. “Looks like we hit the jackpot today.”

Oh, shit. In his poor physical shape, dealing with just one fallen angel would have been bad enough. He didn’t stand a chance against two. Casually, he glanced at the entrance to the sewers. If he could get past the newcomer, and if any humans were nearby, the fallen might let him go rather than risk being seen in public.

Then again, now that humans were aware of their existence, underworlders had grown bolder.

“Who are you?”

“I’m hurt that you don’t recognize me.” The first female, the one with the sultry voice that sounded like midnight lovemaking, stepped out of the shadows.

And no, she was not ugly. She was so beautiful it was almost painful, with long, black hair that cascaded over bare breasts. Her plump crimson lips parted, and he had visions of those lips swallowing his shaft—

He roared in fury as the images flipped through his brain. She wasn’t a fallen angel. She was a fucking succubus.

“Lilith,” he hissed.

“It’s been thousands of years, hasn’t it?” She reached out and trailed a long nail over his forearm. “You somehow escaped my bed. It’s time we remedy that.”

He lurched away from her. “Never.”

“It’s adorable that he thinks he has a choice,” the other female said.

He turned to look at her, wondering what monster would be working with Lilith, the cruelest, most infamous female demon in history.

The female moved toward him, her leathery black wings arched low, barely clearing the top of the sewer tunnel. Definitely a fallen angel. She looked familiar, but why? He blinked in an attempt to clear the haze of pain from his eyes.

She was gorgeous. Black hair, fiery orange eyes, curvy body in warrior armor. Then her appearance changed, and she became a tall blond with eyes as blue as the clearest sea. She smiled, and he gasped.

“I know you,” he breathed. “You’re—”

She swung, and the last thing he saw was the silver glint of a slashing blade and the glistening white tips of her fangs.

Epilogue 2: Chasm

Twenty-two years later…

Chasm dragged himself out of the wrecked bed, the blood, sweat, and semen-stained sheets tangled around his feet, and made it two steps on wobbly legs before they gave out, and he hit the floor.

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