KISSERA FLED THE ROOM with raw fear in her eyes. Lucifer let her go. That was a woman possessed by trauma. He could relate. Kissera wasn't a silly woman. She didn't exaggerate. It had only been a few days, but he knew her. While not flesh and blood, the demons she fought were just as real.
After they'd escaped Hell, Azazel'd been a traumatized mess for a long while. Unable to change out of his leathery from, he inspired horrific tales of families snatched in the night and eaten alive. In the Philippines, they called him the Wak Wak after a female demon who severed her upper torso and grew bat wings. It'd broken Lucifer's heart to see his friend brought so low. While the Dark One had enlisted horror upon horror on them, Azazel had held strong longer than Lucifer ever thought possible consi
