Page 45 of Fiends and Familiars
“No, he took Abraxas on without any of his hellhounds, and won.” I felt rather smug about that. “I don’t know why your father likes Abraxas so much, because in my opinion, he’s a boot-licking weasel.”
Lucien laughed. “I think so too, but my father does have his favorites. Thankfully they don’t seem to remain his favorites for longer than a few years.”
Cassie stopped and put her hand on Lucien’s chest. “And no matter what, you’re always his son.”
The demon preened. “Well, yes. Although he doesn’t always support me or agree with me. He does allow me a lot of latitude in the areas of hell that are under my control.”
“Then use that influence,” Cassie insisted. “Dosomething. You can’t let this sort of thing go unpunished. If witches were to think that demons could attack them, invade their homes and take what belongs to them without any sort of repercussions, then all the trust we’ve built since you and I met would be destroyed.”
There were few things in this world that demons were wary of, and witches were at the top of that list. We could summon them. We could entrap them and deprive them of their powers. But together, mated, a witch and a demon were nearly unstoppable. Lucien might be the son of Satan, but with Cassie by his side, his power could rival his father’s.
And he knew that. He also knew how much Cassie’s family meant to her.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Lucien sighed. “I’m not promising anything specific, but I’m going to assess the situation, see what things look like in hell, then come up with a few solutions we can consider.”
It sounded like a bunch of corporate-speak to me, but I was exhausted both physically and emotionally, and right now I didn’t have the strength to argue. So I nodded, thanked Lucien for his help, and went upstairs to sleep in my old bedroom, curled up in bed with three squirrels and a vulture.
