creating a new realm was even possible, but it’s clear I was wrong. Based on what your mates have told me, Lucifer’s army and the Legion tracked it down and destroyed it, thankfully, but the fact that it even existed in the first place violates so much of what Heaven and Hell hold dear. Who knows what the Ophidian is capable of at this point?”
Goosebumps rise up on my arms at her declaration. How could one being become so powerful and no one saw it coming?
Our line has been purged. I’m the only one left.
I hear those words a couple of times more in my mind, connecting that this is the reason that Nefta hid me. She kept telling Tazreel that it was for my protection, but wouldn’t say why. I thought she meant that it was because she was protecting me from Taz’s ego, but she was being hunted, and she didn’t know who was hunting her.
“So I can reset demons because Tazreel is my father, and angels because you are my mother. I’m a two for one special,” I mumble, not liking the way that truth feels in my mouth.
“What’s he going to do when he finds out?” I ask, looking over at Tazreel still on the fainting couch.
“Nothing, because you’re not going to tell him,” Nefta states matter-of-factly. “Delta, you are a strong ally or a dangerous enemy to the realms of this world as it is. But take what Morax now knows plus the ways he’s learned to corrupt our gifts, and everything about what you can do is infinitely more terrifying—or tempting—to the realm’s citizens, depending on which lens they view you and your abilities through,” she tells me seriously, her gaze intense, like she needs to hammer this part home the most.
“I worried before that Tazreel could use your ability for his own devices, and that, of course, would have been bad for the balance. That’s why I kept all knowledge about you secret. But now, if Morax is right, and your dual light and dark sides make you even more than we thought…” she trails off, letting the possibilities and realizations sink in.
Everyone could want to use me...or kill me so that I can’t be used. I could reset both Heaven and Hell and let everything in existence fall into Morax’s hands. Fuck my life.
“But Luce knows,” I say with worry.
“Yes, Lucifer knows what you are because he figured out what I was a long time ago. He played in my grandmother’s house and connected pieces of information back then when we weren’t careful enough in hiding it. Morax did too, I now realize, but he obviously took the knowledge to a whole other level that none of us thought possible.”
“But wouldn’t God have known?” I ask.
“Of course. They know everything, but they can’t—”
“Affect free will,” I interrupt and finish for her, piecing things together. I let air fill my cheeks before blowing it out. “Okay...just hypothetically here, say he takes me. Since I’m half Heaven and half Hell, he could use me to reset angels and demons both, right?”
“Correct.”
“And the souls I’ve already ashed—I mean, reset...he’s taking them into this new realm of his? A realm that he was able to make by picking off our family and using their power.”
“I believe so, yes.”
Fuck. So every time I thought I was killing one of those demons that I ashed, I was really just putting them right back in Morax’s hands as they reset, wiped clean for him to control all over again.
I let my head drop in my hands, my elbows braced on my knees where I sit as I try to digest all of this. “Are they alive? Our...family?” I ask, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
Nefta’s eyes grow solemn, and she bows her head. “I don’t know. I suppose there’s a chance, but all I can think is that if they were still alive and in his grasp, then why would he be so desperate for you?”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” I agree thickly, wishing there was something else I could say to make the possible truth of that hurt less for Nefta. I can tell just by her voice that she’s struggling with this—to know that her family was probably being kept captive by Morax while he used them until they died or he killed them.
“So what the fuck am I supposed to do?” I ask after a moment, lifting my head up again to look at her.
“You’ll