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“Is my baby okay?” I ask apprehensively, looking over at Lucifer. “Being the child of a Nephilim and a wolf shifter?”
“Wait, you’re pregnant!?” Daisy asks, her mouth falling open in surprise.
“I meant to tell you earlier… but yes,” I say, looking sheepishly at Daisy and bringing my shoulders up around my ears.
Daisy’s face flashes with anger, likely because she’s the last to know. She’s my best friend. That’s practically unforgivable. But there has been a lot going on. Then her expression changes and she looks at Lucifer.
“Seriously, is her baby okay?” she asks, concern replacing the anger.
“Yes, the baby will be stronger than any of you,” Lucifer answers. “I can already sense the power, but I don’t know what it will become. Not yet anyway. To my knowledge, a wolf has never mated with a Nephilim before. The Nephilim were mostly extinct by the time Scions who could shift started appearing in this world.”
“As long as there’s no danger,” I continue, putting a hand on my stomach.
“No, you’re safe now. You all are,” Lucifer says. “You’ll be my guests, and while I wasn’t able to be there for you, that won’t be the case for my grandchildren. I will ensure they are safe and protected. Always. No one will find us here.”
“You expect us to stay here?” I ask apprehensively, glancing at my mates, sensing their unease through the pack bond.
“I won’t hold you hostage, but you will be protected here, under my light,” Lucifer says. “There’s plenty of room for all of you, as you’ve already seen.”
“The Crimson Templars won’t look for you? Look for us?” I ask. “You said they thought all the angels were dead. Now they know there’s one still alive.”
“They will, but they’ll never find me. I’ve gone to great lengths to ensure it. Plus, there are no Oracles left. No Scions that can detect or track angels,” he says, sipping his wine. “They were descendants of my bloodline, and after the last one fell, I lost my will to fight. There was nothing worth fighting for after that. My lineage was destroyed. Or I thought it was… until I found out I had a daughter.”
“Even angels hide from the fucking Crimson Templars,” Storm mutters.
“They’re stronger than mere mortal men. They have weapons that can kill us,” Lucifer sighs. “It’s not a fight that can be won, and I’m in no rush to die. We don’t have souls, so we don’t get to go to heaven like humans do. Death is our permanent end.”
“Speaking of souls,” I shift the topic. “Apparently, I have more than one? Or pieces of more than one?”
“That’s the angel in you,” Lucifer says, finishing his wine and leaning forward to stand. “Souls are drawn to angels.”
“I got it,” Daisy chirps, hopping up and taking his glass. “More wine, or something more fun?”
“Wine,” Lucifer says, his gaze lingering on Daisy for a few moments before he turns back to me. “Souls are what set humans and Scions apart from other creatures. Unfortunately, only human souls are allowed into heaven. The energy of Scion souls gets drawn back into the cosmos. Most of them, at least. Some parts linger, especially souls that aren’t at peace. They were drawn to you before you were born. Became a part of who you are. That used to be rather common with Nephilim.”
I lean back and nibble on the roll, then drink more water. I have lots of questions, but I’m not even sure how to ask them. My father is an angel. Lucifer. I’m a Nephilim. And my child, Hayden’s child, will be stronger than either of us. But not strong enough to defeat the Crimson Templars. Even my father can’t do that.
“There’s more I would like to ask, but I feel like I need to lie down for a while,” I sigh. “All of this is making my head spin and today has been terrifying and exhausting.”
“Then rest, daughter,” Lucifer murmurs. “When you’re feeling up to it, I’d love to hear about your life. The parts I missed. I truly wish I could have been there to see your first steps… see you become the woman you are. But we’ll make up for lost time.”
“I’ll come with you, mate,” Hayden says, standing up and offering me his hand.
Lucifer is an angel. Not a devil. Not a demon. I don’t sense any danger. No dishonesty. I believe he’s being truthful and doesn’t mean us any harm.
Now I have a packanda father.
CHAPTER 38
Wyatt
I rarely drink, but this is the best whiskey I’ve ever tasted.
I am struggling to digest everything Lucifer has told us so far. He’s Ansley’s father. He’s an angel. But there’s so much that doesn’t make sense, especially to me.
“Alright, now that Ansley went to bed, can I ask a few questions?” Daisy chimes, drinking some sort of concoction she made.
“Go ahead, little lamb,” Lucifer says.
