STEPHI
Only a few days had passed since I had k¡lled Nasroque.
Although the wound from the angel blade was healing, I still had some pain.
After the ordeal Sam and I had returned to Hell with our daughter, and the strangest part of that was the newly formed horns that jutted out from my head, thick, twisting black horns with a golden twirl along them.
Sam said it was because I was now officially his Queen of Hell, but I wasn't too sure about that.
We had agreed to name Crowley as our daughter's godfather, he was the most deserving of the title.
Irene would be her godmother once we brought her back.
Soul was recovering in Hell, being that he was a Guardian he could go to Hell or Heaven.
Leaving Soul to sleep, I stepped through the portal Sam had opened, my daughter sleeping peaceful
