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Kimora, Prince of Sloth, entered next. Her hair hung in thick unruly tendrils, the color appearing once blonde, but shifted through brown and red with what looked like dirt and blood. She had a wild edge, as if she was more animal than a demon. Her body twitched as it moved, resembling a puppet pulled by a new master.
Amira, Prince of Pride, sauntered through the door, wearing a dark dress to match her long hair. She swept into her seat, full of herself. Aggie had always been the more approachable demon of the family. It wasn’t Amira’s fault. Her power made her desirable, but she also held a calculating mind. Perfect qualities for the type of demons I needed.
“Hell is preparing for war,” I said, clasping my hands together. The sound echoed like thunder off the walls, striking over and over, and I held the princes’ attention. “I need the common demons trained for combat,” I said, looking at Amira.
It would have insulted her pride not to give her the first task.
“What will they be fighting?” she asked.
“Everything,” I answered.
“Everything? Like mortals, vampires, shifters, mages, fae, and all the others?”
“I want them prepared to fight the gods,” I said.
Amira’s eyes widened, looking around at the two other sins.
“I need fractures, and I don’t care if they came from a living spirit,” I said, directing my attention to Riku. “Andemeron is the only realm off limits. It is the only place to collect some valuable resources. But there are rumors of fallen angels in the Mid-Realm, and angel fractures are the most powerful.”
He nodded, and a creeping smile spread across his face.
“Kimora,” I said, looking at the sin more unhinged than Justice. “I need you to work with the spell weavers. We need to arm the demons.”
Her head jerked to the side and then seemed to study me for a moment before suddenly righting itself.
“Lots of firepower,” her voice came out as a seductive purr, something that always threw me off.
“Are we really going to be taking on the gods?” Amira asked, still stuck on her own task.
“If it comes to it, then yes.”
All three of them nodded, understanding that this was the start of the end for demons. The wheels of change had already begun spinning, and we either needed to take the helm and steer or get swept up for the ride.
“Until my pack is whole,” I said, leaning back into my crimson throne. “Just call me Satan.”
Epilogue
Asalt-saturatedbreezeblewthrough the window of the honeymoon cottage. The white curtains billowed around me, blocking my view before blowing around in a different direction. It was like being caught inside a small hurricane, and I laughed, pushing the panel behind the hook to keep it open.
Justice sat across from me at the table, a cup of poison between his palms. He smiled at me, and I relaxed into my chair. I had poison in my cup this morning as well. I could use the extra kick for the day I had planned with my mates.
“You’re in a good mood this morning, Fox.” Justice’s hair hung in his eyes, but mischief played inside them, visible through his white curtains.
“Every day is paradise here,” I said, spreading my arms wide. “I wish we could spend the rest of eternity here.”
“How about we just focus on one day at a time,” Jax said, shuffling into the kitchen wearing nothing more than a pair of gray sweatpants. He started the coffeepot. “What’s the plan for today?”
I opened my mouth, smirking at Jax. He knew exactly what phrase I planned to shout.
“For fuck’s sake, Babe. Let me have some coffee first,” he said, pointing to the pot that hadn’t finished heating.
“House is loud this morning,” Jasper grumbled, shuffling his way into the kitchen before taking a seat. He didn’t wait for the water to heat before cascading over ground beans. He conjured a cup of coffee in front of him at the table. Steam swirled from the top, but he took a large gulp, entirely unaffected. His frown even remained. It would take at least a full cup before that melted away.
“Jasper, you forgot pants again,” Jax said, coming around the island with his cup of coffee.
Jasper looked down casually, noticing that he was naked. He shrugged and took another sip.
“We all know it’s that or risk having them burned off of you,” Justice said, sliding me an accusing glare.
