I closed my eyes, unwil ing to let fear rob me of rational thinking. Before I was a mother, I might have run from the room, but I had carried her inside of me for the better part of year, and I had survived Hel before. Something inside of me whispered that my child was safe in my arms. I would have faith in what Eli had told me, and I would stand my ground. Nothing was stronger than a mother’s love for her child…not even Satan.
Claire dropped to the floor, and Ryan rushed over to her. Jared attempted to get to his feet, but instead resorted to crawling toward me. Jared made his way to his family, and then slowly stood on his knees, weaving with exhaustion. Once again, he was all that stood between us and death.
Satan took Jared’s throat in his hand and lifted him off the ground. Jared gripped the man’s arm with both hands as his feet dangled above the floor. Moving his arm to the side, Satan held Jared in the best position to watch the end.
Long, blackened fingers reached for the child. Without thinking, I pul ed her to the other side of my body, and with my free hand, gripped the Devil’s wrist. It was cold and thin. My skin blazed against it.
“Don’t. Touch. Her,” I breathed.
He frowned, noticeably confused. He tried to advance his hand to my child, but he was unable to move.
“That’s far enough, Lucifer,” Samuel said. As usual, he had blinked into our plane without detection, but time Eli was with him.
“What is this?” Lucifer said, struggling to reach the child. He was clearly straining, but he was powerless in my grasp.
Eli smiled. “Daddy says no.”
Lucifer wrenched his hand back, his eyes wild with anger. “He’s all owing this…this human to defy me?” he howled, dropping Jared to the ground.
“Do you know what this means?”
“War?” Samuel grinned. “Too late.”
Satan began to speak, but Eli held up his hand. “Enough, Lucifer. It’s over. He has chosen to spare the child.”
Lucifer charged at us, he arms extended, his fingers curled, preparing to kill the baby angel in my arms. Just before he reached us, he was blown back and held against the wal . Large, long fingers curled around his neck. Lucifer’s eyes widened. The Prince of Darkness was afraid.
“Gabriel?” Lucifer said, surprised.
“He said enough,” Gabriel snarled. “Go back to your pits, Satan. He wil not ask it of you again.”
“Dad!” Bex said, his hopeful and excited expression matching Claire’s.
A figure stepped into the room from outside, through the broken remains of the windows. It was Michael, battle worn but victorious. “Enough.”
Samuel stood beside Michael, crossing his arms; Eli stood before the warriors. His immaculate white shirt was a stark contrast to their heavy armor. Another form stepped over the broken glass and into the room, and then another. Soon, twenty members of Michael’s army were in the room.
“The time of great suffering has come,” Lucifer seethed. He stepped to the side, away from Gabriel’s grip.
Eli lowered his chin. “You wil leave this family alone. Hel wil leave Gabriel’s children, and their children’s children, alone. He has commanded it,”
he said firmly. “The child has found favor with God.”
“It is not human!” Lucifer hissed.
Gabriel took a step, his hands bal ed into fists at his sides. “She is my granddaughter.” His voice boomed, but he did not yel . “I swear to the Most High, your punishment wil have you wishing for the pits of Hel if you threaten her again.”
“Vile!” the Devil screamed. “Vulgar! Iniquitous! Despicable!” After his tantrum, he smiled. “Wel . He’s final y stooped to my level. How delicious.”
“Blasphemy!” Samuel said, taking a step. Eli stopped him.
Before Eli could utter a command, Satan disappeared.
I took a deep breath, letting out a sob. Jared crawled back to us, wrapping his bloody, sweaty arms around our daughter and me. I shook as I cried, kissing my baby’s soft, delicate forehead as Jared kissed mine.
“Claire?” Ryan said, holding her in his arms.
Eli calmly walked across the room, kneeling beside them. “You look a fright.”
Claire managed one weak laugh. “Real y? I thought for a brush with the Devil I look pretty fly.”
Gabe joined them, evaluating her wounds. “Pretty ugly, kiddo.” He looked to Eli.
Eli motioned to Samuel, and Samuel was suddenly kneeling next to Eli, lifting Claire from Ryan’s grasp.
“Wait,” Ryan said.
Samuel ignored him, setting Claire on her feet. Her clothes were stil ripped, but the gashes from her face and body had disappeared.
Gabe helped Ryan to his feet with one hand, and hooked his arm around Bex’s neck with the other. “Thank you,” Gabe said, seemingly to himself.
I knew it was God he spoke to.
Ryan pul ed Claire into his arms and smashed his lips onto hers, kissing her over and over. “You okay?” he said, visibly upset.
She smiled. “Just another day at work.”
He hugged her tightly, a single tear running down his dirty cheek. He breathed in quickly, and then exhaled a faltering breath.
“In case I forget to tel you later,” she said, pulling back. “I kinda love you.”
Ryan laughed once. “Just remember who said it, first.”
She nudged him, and they turned to watch Bex slowly return to Kim’s body. He frowned, trying to hold back the overwhelming sadness that we al felt.
Ryan fetched a sheet from the corner of the room, and Claire helped him to spread it on the floor. Bex lifted Kim’s body from the floor, laying her gently on the sheet. He straightened her bent legs, and crossed her hands against her chest.
Eli stood next to Ryan. “We offer Kim’s soul to you, Father. Please welcome her into your kingdom, and your arms. Extend comfort to her father and to her friends, and remind them daily that the sacrifice she made, was made in love.”
“I’m sorry,” Bex said, covering her face with the sheet.
Ryan choked, and he and Claire wrapped their arms around each other.
My emotions were so tapped that I couldn’t find the tears to cry. I just stared at her outline under the sheet in disbelief. She was real y gone. I imagined the horrible task of informing her father, and Beth. How we could possible explain how she died?
“We’ll take care of it,” Jared said. “She’l receive the burial and respect she deserves.”
“I just want her back,” I said quietly. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left. We would have all been safe if I’d just stayed in the Sepulchre.”
Jared touched my cheek. “Anxiety is a struggle for anyone. You did what you believed you had to do in the moment, and the survival instinct is nearly impossible to ignore as a Hybrid. You didn’t want this. Kim knew that.”
I nodded, but knew the guilt would haunt me for a lifetime. The threat I felt in the tomb was very real at the time, but looking back, I let my fear get the best of me, and it cost Kim her life. I would carry that for the rest of my life.
Gabe kneeled beside me to better see his grandchild. “She’s absolutely beautiful,” he said, touching her tiny hand.
“Thank you,” I said, my eyes final y fil ing with tears.
“You don’t understand what you’ve done here,” he said, wiping the tender skin under my eye. “You saved her, and she wil save us all .”