Page 109 of Mated By the Alphas
“Have at it, Mitra. You’re the bartender, as you like to remind us,” Hayden quips. “I’ll take whiskey.”
“Sure thing, handsome. Whiskey for everyone else? Wyatt, you drinking?” Daisy asks as she walks over to Lucifer’s quite impressive bar area.
“After today, I’ll take a double. Wait, make that a quadruple,” Wyatt answers.
Daisy makes drinks. The rest of us sit down. I don’t have an appetite, but my mates seem to be ravenous. I sit next to Hayden and when I see his loaded plate, I feel a twinge of hunger in my stomach, so I take one of the rolls.
“Alright, Ansley,” Lucifer says softly, leaning closer to me. “I’ll answer your questions to the best of my ability.”
Daisy brings me a glass of water, so I sip it. It’s unbelievably good. So good that I have to drink a little more. This is water?
“So, you… and my mom. You were together at some point, I assume?” I ask, still trying to process it all, but curious enough to ask.
“There was no relationship. I haven’t sought human companionship in a very long time. I avoid it, for various reasons,” Lucifer says, a little sadness in his voice. “But one night, a sweet waitress with a pretty smile made me weak. I did not realize that moment of weakness resulted in a child. I used to be able to sense my offspring, but my powers aren’t what they once were. I sensed you when your powers began to manifest, and it still took me some time to realize it was because you were my daughter.”
“But you met me. At York Financial,” I say. “Why didn’t you say something then?”
“Can you blame a father for wanting his meet his daughter?” Lucifer asks. “But you seemed to be thriving, even if you did smell like wolves. Revealing myself to you seemed unfair. You were doing so well without me. I didn’t want to add a burden. And this one is heavier than most.”
“Are you the devil?” Daisy asks, taking a drink and looking around. “Sorry, am I allowed to ask questions?”
“Let them talk,” Wyatt says.
“No, little lamb. I’m not the devil,” Lucifer laughs, looking over at Daisy. “There have been many stories written about me and my kind. Most of them are untrue. I’m not a devil or a demon. I’m just an angel, trapped in a world that no longer cares for our kind. I’m the last one left, unfortunately.”
“You said the Crimson Templars had weapons that could kill angels,” I say. “Is that what happened to the rest of them?”
“Yes,” Lucifer confirms. “One by one, they hunted us down. They killed angels and they killed our children. Humans called them Nephilim. That’s what you are, daughter.”
“A Nephilim?” Wyatt asks in astonishment. “That’s what our mate is? AnactualNephilim?”
“The only one,” Lucifer says. “There used to be a lot more, but now there are only remnants of those sacred bloodlines, spread throughout the world. Scions, as you call them. Descendents of the Nephilim.”
“We’re all… we’re all descended from angels?” Wyatt asks, incredulity written all over his face.
“Yes, all Scions have traces of those bloodlines. Except vampires. They aren’t true descendants. More of an abomination than anything,” Lucifer explains, taking another sip of his wine.
“Am I a vampire? Sorry, I just need to know,” Daisy interrupts. “I got bitten, but then Ansley saved me with a blood transfusion. Well, a Witch Doctor saved me, but it was Ansley’s blood.”
“No, little lamb. You’re not a vampire,” Lucifer chuckles. “You were tainted by the scourge, then purified with celestial energy. You’re… a little intriguing. Very unique.”
“Hear that,” Daisy says, a blush creeping up her neck as she glances over at me and grins. “Your Daddy thinks I’m intriguing andunique.”
“Why do you call her little lamb?” I ask, ignoring what Daisy said. “A vampire called her that, too.”
“It’s the purity in her,” Lucifer says. “Celestial energy, the same thing that gave my kind life, but pure as a baby lamb. You have it in your blood too, daughter, but in her… it’s become a part of her.”
“Me? Pure?” Daisy laughs. “Never had anyone describe me like that! But celestial energy sounds cool. How do I use it?”
“I’m not sure,” Lucifer admits. “We don’t wield our celestial energy as a weapon. Not exactly. It’s just infused into our essence. What it will do for you is still a mystery.”
“As long as it doesn’t kill me,” Daisy says, shrugging a shoulder.
“Do you have more questions, daughter?” Lucifer asks, turning his attention back to me. “You should try to eat. It’ll help you regain your strength.”
“I’m fine,” I say, taking another bite of the roll.
“At least eat something for the baby,” Hayden urges, moving his plate closer to me.
