Page 89 of The Demigod

“Good,” Daemon said, wrapping me up tighter. “Because you’re stuck with us for eternity now.”

“Good.”

“Hey, Charlotte,” he called, making her look over.

“Yeah?”

“Any idea what a demon/demigod baby would be like?”

She thought on that for a second before admitting, “I have no idea.”

“Hmm,” Daemon said, shrugging. “Guess we’re gonna have to find out firsthand then.”

Daemon - 1 month

“Got another one incoming,” I said, making my way down the stairs to find Ace, Jo, Drex, and Lenore in the study.

“Another what?” Ace asked. “Demon or human?”

“Human this time,” I said. “I could see the blood from the second floor.”

“Guess we’re up then,” Jo said, looking at Lenore.

At first, Ace and Lycus had a lot of objections to their women and their newfound need to aid and heal the wounded humans.

The problem was, these women we’d all chosen were stubborn as fuck. There was no talking them down from their individual missions.

And as a former nurse, Jo felt it was still her duty to mend. Lenore, who had all the herbal training from her coven, was a happy assistant.

We’d had no fewer than fifteen half-dead humans happen our way over the past few weeks. Running from gods, from demons, but mostly from their fellow men who had formed roving gangs with a thirst for violence.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Lucy asked, standing with me in the doorway, watching the human woman collapse into Jo and Lenore’s arms.

“What?”

“We’re supposedly the evil ones,” he said, sipping his coffee. “Yet this is what the humans do to one another.”

The collapse of the world as they’d known it had indeed brought out the true nature of the humans.

Some were working hard to build community, to all work together to create gardens, makeshift schools and hospitals, to take in displaced and needy people, forming their own mini societies.

More, though, turned greedy and ugly, roving around the world with too many weapons and not enough sense, looking only to pillage, rape, and kill. For the thrill of it. Because there were no longer consequences for giving into their base, wicked instincts.

I’d been happy to leave Hell—and all the torture—behind when I came to the human world.

Suddenly, though, I wouldn’t mind shoving a metal poker up the asses of some of these humans again.

Lucy’s eyes glowed red as the girls half-dragged the horribly beaten and bloodied woman past us and into the house.

“We had purpose,” he said, jaw tight as he looked at the woman and her bare, bloody legs. “We did terrible things. For good reasons. Just the threat of us kept the majority of humans in line. Now, look…”

“I keep hoping the gods will… do something,” Nox said, coming down the stairs, looking at the blood drops on the hallway floor.

“They don’t care about the humans,” Lucy said.

“But you do?” she asked, not unkindly.

“I always did,” he said, glancing up at the sky. “Isn’t that what we argued about most, Dear Old Dad?” he asked the sky.

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