Constance
The trumpets sounded and the entire congregation stood in a show of respect. As much as I wanted to make a statement and keep my butt sat, I refused to bring any more attention to myself than was necessary. I wasn’t just an immortal anymore. I was a demon and could be killed just because of that. Besides, it wasn’t just my life on the line. Obsidian and Raphael were here too. It would be an injustice if I repaid their kindness, efforts and trust by doing something so childish.
As the council members walked in, I instantly noticed there was one missing. Ulysses. Where was he? My spell—on the night he and Michael ambushed and tried killing Gabriel—should have ensured his seat and vote on the council. The specific instructions I'd woven into his
