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23 Lucifer I stepped inside Belial's bar for the first time. I'd visited many times before, but I'd always watched from a distance, telling myself this would be when I finally stepped inside and spoke with my son. Now I feared it might be too late. The place was a mess. Broken windows. Splintered chairs. Cracked tables. The mirrored wall behind the bar had been shattered, with smashed liquor bottles strewn about, making the room reek of alcohol. I picked up one of the menus scattered on the floor and stared at the Outcast Bar logo. Two tiny dots of blood marred the black wings stamped across the top. Was it Hannah's blood? Belial's? One of their attackers? I dropped the menu and scanned the dark room, lit only by a bit of magic from my angelic friends. Clearly a fight had taken place
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