Not Another Bloody Prophecy

Chapter 27

"Do we have to tell them everything?" Irisia asked Ryliel as she paced her hotel room. It was the next evening, and they had called everyone to meet at Lucifer's penthouse that night. Lucifer had been reluctant, no doubt still reeling from yesterday's revelations, but he agreed to the meeting with some persuasion.

They had decided to even include Michael in the meeting. He had just as much to lose as everyone else. Though they hadn't told anyone of this, including Michael himself, yet. They were going to wait till last second to drag him over there. They had also decided it best to exclude their sisters. They still didn't know if they could trust them or not.

"Yes, Irisia. We have to tell them everything. We should have told them everything a long time ago." Ryliel said sternly. He was dreading this talk just as much as she was, but there was simply no avoiding it.

"Even things that didn't even happen? Like plans we had that didn't pan out?" Irisia suggested. She knew that everyone would hate her if they knew of what she might've done. She knew that she shouldn't care what anyone thought of her. She would be going back to the Silver City soon anyway.

"Yes, Irisia. How else are we going to explain why we kept this from them so long?"

"Lie?"

Ryliel gave her a firm look. "No more lying."

Irisia sighed. She constantly twisted her ring as she dreaded the upcoming conversation. She knew that they wouldn't understand the turmoil she felt over even the thought of killing Chloe. All they would care about is that she had indeed thought of killing Chloe.

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Michael heard a knock on his door. He opened it to find Irisia and Ryliel on the other side. "Move your ass, we're going to Samael's." His sister announced.

Michael's brow creased. "What?" He asked incredulously. Irisia rolled her eyes. "We. Are. Going. To. Samael's. Penthouse." Irisia said condescendingly.

Michael glared at her. They had never gotten along, even before the rebellion. "And why exactly would I do that?" Michael asked rhetorically. He would never admit it, but his ego was still severely bruised after the twin's fight. "Because if you don't, I will castrate you with my bare hands." Irisia threatened. She was not in the mood for anyone's bullshit, and castrations were her go to threats.

Ryliel went to stand between his glaring siblings, knowing that a fight was inevitable if he didn't simmer things down. "No one is castrating anyone." He stated calmly to his sister. "And if you want to know the real reason as to why we're here, you will come with us to the meeting." Ryliel said to his brother.

Who in turn gave him a smug smile. He had known there was something else going on! "Well, in that case, lead the way."

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Remiel simply couldn't shake the nagging feeling she felt. It reminded her of something she felt before, but she for the life of her couldn't name it. It was beyond frustrating. Azrael had been in a sour mood ever since being yelled at by that human. It made no sense to Remiel, why her sister would be that upset over an insignificant human.

They were both in the hotel room watching a strange tv series called Diablo. It reminded them both of something, but they weren't sure what.

Finally, Remiel couldn't take the sitting around, the constant nagging feeling becoming unbearable. Back in Heaven, she couldn't even feel it. But here in Los Angeles it was constant and ever present. "I'm going somewhere." Remiel stated. She would hunt down whatever was making her feel this way.

"Where?" Azrael asked, looking up from the television. "I'm not quite sure." Remiel admitted. "You're welcome to accompany me." Remy offered.

Azrael glanced back at the television, then back to her sister. With a heavy sigh, she stood from the queen bed. "Why not. Not like I've got anything better to do." Azrael said.