Chapter 42: A Hellish Interlude

The snow in Hell had melted. Muriel had once again saved the day. Bloody overachiever. Where had she gotten her instincts to fight evil and do the right thing?

Probably from her mother. Another woman who'd borne him a child that he couldn't remember.

He really had to be more careful who he fucked. Bad enough he usually had a bunch of daughters to give him a headache, now, he had a son.

A son someone dared mess with.

He almost felt something.

Most likely indigestion.

Still, it twinged him something hard as he stared down at Chris's limp form.

"Bloody idiot. Thinks he's so fucking powerful." Chris would be. One day. The power in him still simmered. Quietly brewed in that fragile body of his.

Which made the odd surges of real strength consternating. Was his mother behind the occasional bouts of true magic?

As if that woman would share in the glory. Lucifer had finally figured it out. Knew who she was.

Why she was angry.