Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer #1) - Elizabeth Briggs Page 0,36
Lucifer into Hell and became a Fallen, like the rest of his loyal soldiers.”
My mouth fell open. “Wouldn’t that make you thousands of years old?”
She idly examined one of her perfect red nails. “Yes, I’ve been Lucifer’s blade for many years of both war and peace.”
“War?” At least Zel was a good distraction from my worries. “What war?”
“The Great War.” She waited for my response, but I just shrugged again, and she rolled her eyes. “The war between Heaven and Hell?”
“Oh, right.” I probably should have guessed that. “Is the war still going on?”
“No, it ended a little over thirty years ago when Lucifer and Archangel Michael signed the Earth Accords, and we were all forced to leave Heaven and Hell to live in this dull realm.” She sneered. “Supposedly angels and demons have been at peace since then.”
“Why don’t you sound happier about that?”
“I prefer war,” Zel snapped.
Her words had a tone of finality, but clearly there was more to it than that. While I debated whether to let it go or ask more questions, because I still had a million of them when it came to angels and demons, the sound of windows shattering filled the room.
I screamed as shards of glass rained down on us. Zel was immediately on top of me, protecting my body with her own, pressing me to the marble floor. I managed to crane my neck up as people with demonic, bat-like wings and stony gray skin poured into the room, and I nearly screamed again.
“Gargoyles,” Zel practically spat. “Stay down!”
Fine with me. No way was I getting near one of those things. If I’d had any doubts about demons existing, they flew right out the window the second I saw the winged monsters arrive.
Zel jumped up and sprang into action. I watched, mouth agape, as she whipped two daggers out of holsters at her thighs and began to mow the creatures down. She threw some incredible moves with the daggers, and they flew almost faster than I could see in her hands. One glowed with white light, while the other had a strange black glow that reminded me of Lucifer’s wings. But the gargoyles seemed almost impenetrable, with skin like stone, and her kicks bounced off them. Only the glowing white dagger seemed to do much damage to them.
I scrambled back from an inhuman snarl behind me as hot, fetid breath wafted across the base of my neck. One of the gargoyles had gotten around Zel. With a panicked yelp, I crawled across the carpet on all fours, knees digging into the tiny beads of shattered glass. The gargoyle grabbed my leg, dragging me toward him with a vice-like grip, and sheer terror flooded me. I grunted and kicked at his face with my other leg, successfully connecting with his nose.
It was like kicking a boulder.
I was pretty sure I did more damage to my foot than to his face. These fuckers really were made of stone. His impossibly strong fingers dragged me toward him, no matter how much I fought back, but then Zel threw her light dagger at the beast’s chest. The creature howled and released me, giving me enough time to scramble away.
The door to Lucifer’s library was open and I bolted for it, running faster than I’d ever done in my life. I darted through and tried to close the door from the inside, but another gargoyle slipped his hand through and grabbed the door at the last second, stopping it from shutting all the way. He shoved the door open with inhuman strength, and I cursed and backed away.
I looked around the room frantically, searching for a weapon. Anything that would help keep this monster off me. My gaze landed on that ornamental sword mounted on the wall behind Lucifer’s creepy desk. It seemed to call to me, and I was unable to tear my gaze away.
Before I could question my actions, I stood on tiptoes and jerked the sword from the wall, ripping it out of its jeweled sheath, then lurching forward when the weight of the blade surprised me. The tip nearly hit the ground before I corrected and swung it up, just in time for blinding white light to burst out of the blade as it slashed across the gargoyle’s chest. The glowing sword cut through his stone skin like butter, and I gasped as he hit the ground, dead.
The impact of his stone body hitting the marble floor left cracks in it and