HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMS and the tangy scent of blood woke Lucifer. What the hell? He was covered in some sort of blanket. He twisted around to poke his head out and slammed it right into a jagged rock. Godsdammit. The pain in his arm shot straight from his wrist right up to his brain. His blood crept through his veins in a thick sludge. An unpleasant throb beat in his head.
Lucifer disentangled himself from the covering. He was in a cave. Nearby, Zarek, and Azazel fought a one-horned Magon and several others of its kind. Charouth battled a junior Anzillu, ripping its tender limbs away from its body with glee. Covered in blood, Kissera lay motionless next to a Musen. The bird demon was dead, one of Reina's mouths dining on its mid-section.
Movement was pure agony, but he edged his way to K
