“Lamia?” I repeat.
“That’s what I said,” she answers sarcastically.
I remember that name. The only time I’ve met her was on Earth, and she looked like nothing more than a black pillar of smoke. She led us to Lucifer. I never would've been able to kill him without her help.
But I’ve also heard stories of how she betrayed my parents. She obviously can’t be trusted, but she’s as close as I’ll ever come to an ally down here. So I lower my sword slightly, but keep it aimed at her, ready for a demonic attack. “What happened to your arm?” I ask, “I thought demons were practically… impenetrable.”
“There are very few weapons that can pierce a demon’s skin,” She mutters as she eyes my blade.
I look down at the blade and frown. “An angel did that?” I ask.
“Your mother,” She answers with a sn
