“WE HAVE TO GO AFTER any stragglers,” Zarek commanded. “You,” he said pointing at Kissera, “watch him.”
Three injured angels limped out the cave. What could they do to the enemy in such a state? It had taken all four of them to defeat the Magon. Zarek had a nasty slice down the center of his back. Azazel's wings were singed so bad you could see tendons. Charouth's left wing hung at a painful angle. Kissera favored her left side, still sluggish after getting pricked by the bird demon.
Behind her Lucifer moaned, drawing her attention away from the angels. He sprawled next to a small pool of hellfire, the lower part of his left arm missing.
“What have you done?” Kissera rushed over to him and pulled him further away from the bubbling sulfur.
Up close, Lucifer looked worse than ever. Hi
