|Forty-Three|
|Jesse|
I bellowed out in rage and fell to my knees, dropping my gun in the process. It was my sister, Alethea, in her succubus form, crying and trying to drag Blythe out of harm's way. Blythe was a bloodied mess I couldn't even see where her face was. She was a mass of blood and matted hair. Lucien stood in front of them, an empty expression on his face. He took a step towards them. I darted in front of them and shifted easily into my true form.
My wings spread out behind me shielding them from harm's way. Lucien had a hungry expression on his face. He was dripping in blood. Not his blood. Red twinged the edges of my vision and my body was visibly shaking. Whatever pain I felt from the seraph shard was now replaced with the pain of seeing my sister like that. Lucien stood
