was ordered not to harm you," Asmodeus replies, filled with regret. "But Lucifer didn't give that order to another one of my brothers."
"So we're waiting on him?"
"Yes. He will be here soon."
"Is he another prince of Hell?"
Asmodeus grins. "We thought you might have figured it out by now. But I take it from your earlier question you still don't know what we're up to."
"We’ll figure it out and stop you."
Asmodeus laughs harshly. "Good luck with that when you're dead."
Another man phases in and I have to assume he's my executioner. He's taller than Asmodeus by a few inches with short red hair and a craggy face wearinga grey flight jacket and black jeans. Just like Asmodeus and Lucifer, he has a black aura surrounding him.
He looks down at me in complete disgust.
"Mammon," Asmodeus greets the new arrival, "please dispose of this puny human for me."
"You're sure Lucifer doesn't know of this plan?" Mammon asks, eyeing me like a roach he's about to step on.
"Do you think I would be so stupid? Of course he doesn't know. Now kill her so we can be done with it and force him back to the way he should be."
Without even giving it a second thought, Mammon strides up to me and grabs me by the throat, easily lifting me up in the air. I feel his fingers close in towards my windpipe making it impossible for me to breath. I try to pull his hand away from my neck but can't find the strength to even grasp his arm. I suddenly wish I were invisible.
I feel myself fall to the ground.
"Where the hell did she go?" I hear Mammon scream. "I just had her!"
I place a shaky hand on my throat trying to draw in a breath but finding it impossible. My throat feels completely closed.
"I don't know," Asmodeus says, coming to stand by Mammon. "There isn't a phase trail so she doesn't have the power to phase."
"She couldn't have just vanished into thin air," Mammon argues.
"And yet, she did," Asmodeus says, not mad just intrigued by my disappearance. "Let's go. Lucifer’s probably already wondering where we are and I don’t want to raise his suspicions."
Mammon and Asmodeus phase away while I still attempt to take in a breath. Just before I feel like I’m about to pass out, I'm able to draw in a small amount of air into my lungs. I close my eyes and use my last breath to call the one person I hope who can hear me.
"Zeruel."
I fall back onto the ground.
Just before I completely lose consciousness I hear, "I've got you, Jessi."
I hear agitated voices. Two men are having a heated argument but my mind is far too muddled and my body too tired to make an effort to understand what they're saying. I desperately try to claw my way out of the black abyss I'm in, but I don't even seem to have enough strength to open my eyes. Giving up, I let sleep over take me, drowning me in its wake.
I feel a pair of strong arms enfold me. I don't know if it's a dream or reality but I smell Mason's particular woody scent mixed with a touch of cinnamon.
"Don't leave me," I beg.
"I'll never leave you," I hear Mason say and hope I'm not dreaming.
"Jessi."
I hear my father's voice and open my eyes.
I'm in my bedroom covered up to the neck by my comforter.
"You came," I say, feeling tears of happiness that my dad heard me call to him.
He smiles down at me. "Of course I came. I told you I would if you asked me to."
I struggle to sit up but still feel weak. My dad puts his hands under my arms and lifts me like I don't weigh anything at all. He props me against the pillows at my back. I look around the room and feel my heart sink with bitter disappointment.
Mason is no where to be seen. I must have just been dreaming that he was holding me and promising he would never leave me.
"What's wrong?" My dad asks.
I shake my head, not having the strength to tell him why I'm crying.
"Are you looking for Mason?"
I gasp, wondering how he knows.
"I just
"So we're waiting on him?"
"Yes. He will be here soon."
"Is he another prince of Hell?"
Asmodeus grins. "We thought you might have figured it out by now. But I take it from your earlier question you still don't know what we're up to."
"We’ll figure it out and stop you."
Asmodeus laughs harshly. "Good luck with that when you're dead."
Another man phases in and I have to assume he's my executioner. He's taller than Asmodeus by a few inches with short red hair and a craggy face wearinga grey flight jacket and black jeans. Just like Asmodeus and Lucifer, he has a black aura surrounding him.
He looks down at me in complete disgust.
"Mammon," Asmodeus greets the new arrival, "please dispose of this puny human for me."
"You're sure Lucifer doesn't know of this plan?" Mammon asks, eyeing me like a roach he's about to step on.
"Do you think I would be so stupid? Of course he doesn't know. Now kill her so we can be done with it and force him back to the way he should be."
Without even giving it a second thought, Mammon strides up to me and grabs me by the throat, easily lifting me up in the air. I feel his fingers close in towards my windpipe making it impossible for me to breath. I try to pull his hand away from my neck but can't find the strength to even grasp his arm. I suddenly wish I were invisible.
I feel myself fall to the ground.
"Where the hell did she go?" I hear Mammon scream. "I just had her!"
I place a shaky hand on my throat trying to draw in a breath but finding it impossible. My throat feels completely closed.
"I don't know," Asmodeus says, coming to stand by Mammon. "There isn't a phase trail so she doesn't have the power to phase."
"She couldn't have just vanished into thin air," Mammon argues.
"And yet, she did," Asmodeus says, not mad just intrigued by my disappearance. "Let's go. Lucifer’s probably already wondering where we are and I don’t want to raise his suspicions."
Mammon and Asmodeus phase away while I still attempt to take in a breath. Just before I feel like I’m about to pass out, I'm able to draw in a small amount of air into my lungs. I close my eyes and use my last breath to call the one person I hope who can hear me.
"Zeruel."
I fall back onto the ground.
Just before I completely lose consciousness I hear, "I've got you, Jessi."
I hear agitated voices. Two men are having a heated argument but my mind is far too muddled and my body too tired to make an effort to understand what they're saying. I desperately try to claw my way out of the black abyss I'm in, but I don't even seem to have enough strength to open my eyes. Giving up, I let sleep over take me, drowning me in its wake.
I feel a pair of strong arms enfold me. I don't know if it's a dream or reality but I smell Mason's particular woody scent mixed with a touch of cinnamon.
"Don't leave me," I beg.
"I'll never leave you," I hear Mason say and hope I'm not dreaming.
"Jessi."
I hear my father's voice and open my eyes.
I'm in my bedroom covered up to the neck by my comforter.
"You came," I say, feeling tears of happiness that my dad heard me call to him.
He smiles down at me. "Of course I came. I told you I would if you asked me to."
I struggle to sit up but still feel weak. My dad puts his hands under my arms and lifts me like I don't weigh anything at all. He props me against the pillows at my back. I look around the room and feel my heart sink with bitter disappointment.
Mason is no where to be seen. I must have just been dreaming that he was holding me and promising he would never leave me.
"What's wrong?" My dad asks.
I shake my head, not having the strength to tell him why I'm crying.
"Are you looking for Mason?"
I gasp, wondering how he knows.
"I just
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