“What do you want Eden? I’m busy?” I growled.
“Oh, I think you’ll want to take a break for this Death. I have someone here who I think you would very much like to meet. And who I think would like to meet you.” Her shrill voice pierced my eardrums.
“What is it you speak of Eden?”
“I have your daughter here of course.” She laughed.
I laughed. “I have no child.”
“Oh, but you do. We ran the tests ourselves. Her mother is the long past archangel, Angelique. Seems like someone has been a busy man. Everyone wondered what become of her.” Eden mused. “Seems she died in childbirth. Sad ending for an archangel, but we all know birthing the child of a higher-ranking angel can be a death sentence. Though some survive you are too powerful for even a seraph to survive your child.”
No. It can’t be
