Page 112 of Live Like Legends

“No, sir…”

My shoulders jumped a tiny bit when the King of Hell brought his other hand near the top of her head, twisting her neck so quickly a resounding snap echoed.

My father came over to him, stepping over Lilith’s limp body. “Would you like me to find someone to clean her up?”

Lucifer flexed his fingers, waving them over her body. Her arms and legs began to disintegrate into black smoke; the rest of her followed suit quickly after. Lucifer smiled at my father. “No need. Thank you for asking though.”

I swung my legs off the bed, getting to my feet. “I am sorry I didn’t come to you with my idea and plan sooner, sir.”

Lucifer walked over to me, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder. “You wanted to do it when the time was right, be sure you had something solid. I can admire you knowing an asset when you see one. You believe she is worth giving you my approval for?”

“I believe she can be more than Lilith ever was.”

Lucifer grinned. “You will get no pushback from me, but like with Lilith, you will get no assistance from me either. Other than what I provide you, I am just an observer of your plan. I will not jump in to save you.”

“I would never expect that, sir.”

“Good.”

A knock at the door sounded and a woman peeked her head in. “Sir, that thing you were asking about….it needs you attention.” She looked nervous as if she didn’t know if speaking about whatever she was eluding towards was permitted.

Lucifer gave her a curt nod. “Of course, if you will excuse me gentleman. Dimitri, heal up. You have much to do.”

Once the door closed, my father placed his hands on his hips. He curled his lip when he looked at the empty place Lilith’s body had been. “I never liked her. Always thought she was better for some odd reason.”

I rolled my eyes. “I need to get some rest, father. You being here isn’t going to help me get better faster, so please leave.”

My father let out a loud huff before turning towards the door. “Do not embarrass me by thinking some girl is worth losing your place in Lucifer’s good graces. I am not above disowning you, I swear to Satan.”

“Don’t worry, father. That girl will help change the realms.”

My father looked down at the book, perplexed. He didn’t make a move to hold it nor did he make an effort to speak. I took a glance around the room and it seemed as if every single person had also lost the ability to form words. Natalia stood her ground, patiently, like she knew this moment was one that would take some time to completely understand.

“Are you saying that…” I started, but my father finally spoke, cutting me off.

“Why do you have Jonah’s notebook?”

Dani pointed to the book “You’ve seen it before?”

My father opened his mouth and then closed it again. He let out a breath before responding. “Well, yes. He would write in the pages with this disappearing ink he’d gotten from an Enchanter we were friends with. He housed all his ideas for the future in it, everything his father would have never accepted. He…” My father shook his head.

“He kept it in the Divine Library for safe keeping.” I finished for him. He looked over at me and his eyes held curiosity at my statement.

I shrugged. “I’ve been looking for Jonah’s magic. Ariel can’t do this, Dad. I’ve been rattling my brain trying to figure out where he would keep it. I figured it out, but when we found it, the pages were blank.”

“Explains that I guess,” Elise said, walking over to us.

My father looked at each of us. “Are you trying to tell me that you think Jonah’s magic is meant to go to…” He stopped talking, his words falling away.

“Yes, Mr. Cassial. That is exactly what I believe. It is your choice to accept it. You take the book, you read what’s exposed to you and the power is yours.”

“Why wouldn’t he take it? Ariel or Maurice, it’s really not a hard decision.” Alex furrowed her brows.

Beetee looked at her thoughtfully. “That’s a lot of magic for one person who didn’t even know it was available to them until right now.”

“Dad.” My father was looking at nothing in particular, dazed and blinked when I called his name. “This could be all wrong, there is really no pressure.”

“Maybe a tiny bit,” Elise whispered, huffing when Dani shushed her.

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