Page 85 of The Demigod

“You mean except for them eating and decapitating people?” Nox shot back.

“To be fair, they decapitate before eating them.”

“Howis that better?”

“Well, would you want to be eaten alive?”

“You’re—“

“Wicked? Evil? The Devil himself?” Lucy asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I mean, evenyouaren’t pure evil, though. You were a fallen angel.”

“Indeed,” Lucy said, glancing up at the sky. “How’s it going up there, Dad?” he called. “What are you going to do when clipping wings isn’t cutting it anymore?”

“Wow,” Nox said, snorting. “A therapist would have a field day with you.”

“You know, I fucked three last week,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Funnily enough, the last thing they wanted to do was talk…”

“Three?” I asked, brows raising.

“Well, with you out of commission, someone had to pick up the slack,” Lucy shot back.

“Right. Because what womankind needs during the apocalypse is some guy trying to screw her,” Nox said, rolling her eyes.

“We all need stress relief,” Lucy said. “Did I not just overhear you two engaging in some… stress relief as well?”

“Can you… go?” Nox asked, uncharacteristically surly.

I gave Lucy a nod. “Can you tell everyone I’ll be down in a few to talk to everyone?”

“It was a pleasure,” Lucy said, looking at Nox, then disappearing.

“I can’t say the same,” she grumbled, sitting up against the headboard, clutching the sheets to her chest.

“Not a fan of the Morning Star?” I asked, sitting up with her.

“He’s just so… cocky and, and…”

“Devilish?” I filled in for her.

To that, she let out a little laugh. “I guess that’s it,” she agreed.

“You’ll learn to like him. He’s a cocky prick, but he’s also got this Achilles’ Heel.”

“That phrase has a lot more meaning nowadays, doesn’t it?” she asked, but she was speaking to herself. “What is his?”

“He’s real butt-hurt about Hades taking over Hell. He’d never admit it, but he’s not happy about it.”

“That’s kind of sad. And, hey, at least when he was in charge, his demons stayed down there where they belonged.”

“Dale and her demonslayers are going to be busy as fuck in the coming years.”

“Dale and her demonslayers and Aggy and her witches and warlocks. I guess it’s nice to know that there are people with powers who are going to put up some sort of resistance, since the humans have no hope of standing up against the gods.”

“There’s always someone willing to do the hard work. You included,” I said, thinking of her little one-woman army. Despite her powers draining her, despite it being fruitless for weeks. She wouldn’t give up.

“What do we do now?” she asked, looking over at me.

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