Page 68 of True Sacrifice
“She hasn’t closed the door since we agreed all in all the time,” Jax said.
“I’m just saying it is possible, if she needs to shield…” I wasn’t even sure if I was saying it for Jax’s benefit or my own.
“She can shield without cutting us off. We are the only ones affected by having the door shut. It doesn’t make sense. I need to check the other realms.” Jax turned and headed for the mess of a doorway that remained.
“She could be on a secret mission from Lucifer,” Justice called after Jax, but he never even faltered in his stride.
“Guess we can go try requesting an audience with Lucifer,” I said, turning to Justice. There was hope. And if all else failed, there would be war.
Justice and I swept from Mor’s room straight for the throne room. Two black knights stood at a post on either side of the door. Long spears in hand which crossed between them, signaling permission to enter, had not been granted. We could likely level them in a fraction of a second, but to attack them would mean an attack on Lucifer.
“We request an emergency audience with King Lucifer concerning his favorite Princess,” Justice barked at the two guards.
“Request denied,” came a voice from behind me. I recognized Lilith’s overly seductive tone. She had made herself scarce since Morrigan arrived, and I had wondered if that meant something suspicious.
I turned and there she stood, in all her overpowered glory. Long, red, wavy hair cascaded down over one shoulder. Large, perky tits were strained under her skintight dress. She had a red tail with the stereotypical spear point. Her eyes were black, like her soul.
Lucifer had made her, before he had made the sins. He wanted her to be the mother of all demons. She was placed upon a wooden x-frame and whipped for centuries. Every drop of her blood that touched the ground became a demon. But the demons created from her blood were born fully formed demons without a childhood. These were the first demons, the creatures of nightmares.
Lilith had broken free from the frame so that no more of the creatures could be made. Once she freed herself, the curse Lucifer put over her was broken. Lilith’s blood no longer spawned demons and no matter how hard she tried, she could never conceive a child of her own blood. He made her to be a mother, but she could never truly hold the title in the way she desired most.
“What do you want, Lilith?” I rolled my eyes, looking away from her. I didn’t need this shit right now.
“Oh, I believe it is more about what you want.” Her fingernails crawled up my shoulder and I grasped her hand.
“Don’t touch me,” I growled, releasing her hand and pushing her away.
“I thought Jax was the one with touching issues,” she purred out. She walked over toward Justice but kept her hands to herself on that one.
“Spit it out, Lilith. I don’t have time for your shit.”
She turned to look at both of us. “Lucifer is busy. Above your pay grade type thing. I’ll make sure he knows there is an urgent issue with your mate. He’ll get back to you when he wants.”
With that, she left us. The guards never moved to get Lucifer, or to let us pass. Apparently, we were on our own for this and that meant suspect everyone. Next stop was clearly the elite’s wings.
If Lucifer was holding some sort of meeting or something, they would be with him in the throne room. But the additional wives and children would be in the wings. I would break through every ward to get in and check each room for her. Justice ended up vetoing that one.
He said he could sense for her mind. If she was shielding, he wouldn’t be able to enter. But he could sense her mind was there. So, we just walked around the elite corridors, getting just close enough to each of the wings. Justice could check to see which minds were in there.
Nothing.
We needed to get back home and try to get hold of Jax. If he wasn’t in our realm, then his phone wouldn’t work. When we got back to the war room, at first, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be excited or devastated when I saw Jax sitting there at the table. His head was in his hands, fingers rubbing the back of his neck.
“I can’t find her,” he growled out, slamming his fist on the table.
“She’s shielding with the connection closed. We need to think about why,” Justice said, swiftly entering the room and taking a seat. The corrosive holes in the table were cleaned up, as well as the mess I had made with my coffee.
“There isn’t a reason for her to shut us out,” Jax snapped. He looked up at us, and we could see just how broken he was without her. In the short time we had known her, she effectively changed each of us. We only lived for her now. But we forgot she was still relatively human, and she had things she loved other than us.
“You don’t think she has a reason to spend some mental time away from us?” I snapped, slamming my own fist down on the table. Jax and Justice turned to stare at me. “You realize we haven’t even helped her make friends here. Her best friend from her very recent mortal life is missing. She went to find Sheila.”
“You think she figured out some sort of clue and took off without telling us?” Justice asked, raising an eyebrow.
“If she felt like we would say no. What if she’s trying to go undercover and get kidnapped? We would absolutely say no to that. But she would want to do it for her friend. So, she left by herself.” It sounded like something she would do. Infuriating little thing that she was.
“How do you think we can find her, then?” Jax asked, his voice entirely defeated. Some mates we’ve been.
“We need to figure out whatever she figured out. She was always walking around with that fucking notebook. Reading. Making notes. If she found something, it was most likely in there.” Unless, of course, she took it with her.
