I said as I stared him down.
“Halo, language.” He said to me as I looked down at Jet and he giggled. I had a feeling that language was the least of my worries with him.
“Let me hold him.”
I laughed and turned slightly as he shook his head. The room suddenly darkened and Lucifer grew taller, his black wings spreading outward and filling half the room as I stood there and held Jet close to me. I feared for him, I had no idea if Lucifer would be a Father to him or damnation. I knew of the old biblical adages, the shit foretelling the end of the world with the coming of the anti-christ and yet when I looked at Jet I did not feel fear or see the end. I almost felt as if he had given me new life and a future, oddly enough. It is hard to explain it. I would assume it is something all Mothers feel as they hold their children. I looked up and my eyes became glossy with tears as Lucifer held his hands out and wanted to hold him. I would hate him forever, but this one thing bound us together now and I could not fight him as I held my son without risking hurting him. I stepped towards him, closer and closer and held Jet up to him as he reached down and took him. Jet began to cry as he left me and I felt a sudden emptiness as his cries echoed in the room. Lucifer held him up and smiled at him as Jet continued to wale and I covered my face and lowered to the ground as he laid eyes on his one true son and his only heir to the fires of Hell.
Chapter Two
Threading the Needle
“I cannot believe you, honestly I just can’t,” Dorin said as he stared Hunter down. Hunter smiled, a smile that would tempt anyone, but Dorin had obviously grown immune to it.
“We did help you.”
“Well with the way things turned out I cannot completely agree with that,” Dorin muttered as Vanessa stepped towards him. Hunter held up a hand and stopped her.
“I think our time here is done.”
Finna stepped up as Hunter turned with Vanessa and they started to head towards the front door.
“A war is coming,” she said as Hunter stopped. Vanessa kept her back to all of them and turned her beautiful face towards Hunter. He looked at her and lifted his hand, gently touching her cheek. He lowered it and turned back.
“A war for hounds, not vampires,” he said and Finna laughed and shook her head.
“So you would abandon your own kind? Very noble, don’t fool yourself and think this is only OUR war.”
Hunter’s smile faded and his eyes shifted to Dorin.
“There is only one vampire in this house. One, and he does not appreciate what we offer.”
Dorin rubbed his neck and sighed. “I cannot leave here, Hunter.”
Ari stepped up and looked Hunter over and then turned to Dorin. “Did he ask you to leave us?”
Dorin turned to Ari. “Hunter has no allegiance to anyone.”
“That is not what you said last night in our bed.”
Dorin looked down and then turned to them as Vanessa laughed under her breath.
“I am a Hellhound. I belong here, not with you,” he said as Hunter looked around the room and then studied the high ceiling of the entryway.
“This is not a home. It is a prison and will soon become a tomb. The son of Lucifer will rise and when he does all who oppose him will fall, even the mightiest of warriors,” he said as his eyes roamed the room, looking at Finna, then Ari and settling on Dorin. Gunner and Tercia entered the room and Hunter crossed his arms on his chest and stared him down. Gunner stopped as he could feel the tension and looked to Dorin for answers, but none were given.
“You should lead and not cower behind your sister.”
Gunner squared his shoulders and Tercia placed a hand to his arm.
“Ignore him,” she whispered as Hunter leaned to one side so he could see her better. He started to walk towards her and then stopped as Gunners jaw tightened as well as the muscles in his arms. Hunter grinned and Tercia stepped out to look at him, with no fear in her eyes.
“Such timeless beauty and a true family resemblance to your brother here.” Tercia stepped up to him and leaned in, smelling once and then taking a step