Chapter 20: Sometimes making the right choice is not easy
Azazel
We’ve all departed from hell and are now standing in my temporary living area as reluctant allies. Fallon and I are standing side by side with our arms crossed expectantly. And Zoe is sitting huddled on my couch with her arms wrapped around her chest protectively. Lucifer, that arrogant arsehole, is leaning casually on the mantle of my marble fireplace. The bastard looks around bored as if he has not a care in the world. I had never felt such a surge of hatred as I do this moment. I want to rip his bloody wings into ribbons and watch him bleed until I’m satisfied.
Fallon clears his throat and uncrosses his arms. “Shall we begin then?” Zoe flinches but remains where she is. Fallon looks over
