Fallen Angel 5_Falling Stars by J. L. Myers

Author:J. L. Myers [Myers, J. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fallen Angel Series Book 5
Published: 2019-06-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lucifer’s wings tucked in tight as he swooped inside the mouth of the cave. His feet kicked down and forward as he torpedoed past the many barred cells. Clawed hands and gnarled fingers reached for him through the bars, slowing him down. Lucifer pushed on harder, ignoring the cuts and scrapes to speed up. Hell was back in business, all its occupants returned to their former bodies and locations.

Did that mean Lucifer had accomplished his goal?

Had he delivered on Gabriel’s deal with God?

The clash of metal and grunts from further down the torch-lit tunnel revealed his answer. If Lucifer had collected all the souls, there would be nothing to fight over. God would have freed Gabriel of this place. And unless ambushed, Michael would have swooped back out and flown high, escaping Hell through the cracked Earth with the beating of his mighty wings. But it was the archangel’s shouts that rebounded off the tunnel, his muffled words of promised menace, and his lunging and retreating shadow that danced along the walls with every strike of his sword.

And Lucifer knew why.

Apart from the burned hybrid-hellions, he knew which soul he had failed to collect.

Darius.

Speeding past the twin reaching walls of hands, Lucifer met the action quickly. Down here it was darker, less flaming torchlight to illuminate the widening dead end. But Lucifer didn’t need light to see the horrible truth, to see the undeniable proof of his failure.

Michael feuded in a battle to the death with Cyrus, Darius, and eight guards. Armed with the blazing angel sword, Darius nudged his father. “He’s here.”

The old king’s face brightened with what almost resembled relief as he glimpsed Lucifer’s arrival. He slashed out with the angel dagger to force Michael back. Surrounding them were the bodies of four others. Three were guards, ones who’d betrayed their loyalty to Lucifer for Cyrus. They were now lumpy obstacles that Michael sidestepped over and around to arc his sword at the others.

The fourth body was smaller and so much more fragile.

Bruised and bloody, Gabriel lay on her side, knees tucked up to her chest and encapsulated by her arms. Arms that may have once held on tight but now lay limply in the pool of silver that haloed the rocky ground beneath her and drenched her dirty gray wings. “Gabriel,” her name from Lucifer’s mouth was all but a muted whisper, tearing from his lungs as he stared in shock. She was so still, so discolored, her body taking on a bluish gray tone with sallow spots of old bruising.

Gabriel’s head moved—actually moved. Her eyes that were caked in dirt and blood cracked open halfway. Firelight danced in their hollow depths. But she could see him, Lucifer was sure of it. Her split lips pulled wider on one side, flashing silver-stained teeth. Then her bottom lip quivered, shaking as if she were trying to call for him but didn’t have the strength.

Lucifer thought his heart would explode at the sight. Gabriel was alive. Barely. But

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