Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 133

Lucien's P.O.V.

What the hell does my Uncle Azriaphel want? My Dad doesn't trust him, says he purposefully misinterprets what you say to fit within his own agenda. I don't buy his story that my Grandfather has requested me to sit at His table tonight, but He could be upset with me for killing four of His creations. It's not like I gave Him a lot of time to answer my prayer, and I suppose if He is angry, I owe Him the courtesy of an explanation. If Grandpa really did send Azriaphel to collect me, then refusing such a request would be tantamount to thumbing my nose at Him, and I would be a fool to consider doing that.

I know something isn't right when we reach Heaven. There is nobody in the welcoming chamber, no singing, no pleasant aromas. The area seems sterile, almost like it's been cleaned and forgotten. How is this possible? "What exactly is going on here Uncle?" I ask Azriaphel as we walk up to the gates that surround the city my Grandfather reigns from. "Where is everybody?"

"There is a big council meeting being held, everyone is in attendance. Since your father cannot set foot in this realm again, my Father asked for you to come in his place," Azriaphel says smoothly.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't buy that," I tell him as I stop walking. "My father's opinion or presence hasn't been sought after for millennia. Besides, there is no way the welcome chamber would be left unattended. Where are all the souls who need to be shown to their areas for processing? Where are all my Aunts and Uncles?" I turn to him angrily. "What are you up to Uncle?"

His friendly demeanor alters in a flash. "How I wish you would have just kept quiet and walked with me, so I wouldn't have to do this," he snarls, and the next instant, everything goes black.

When I regain consciousness, I feel strong hands rubbing my back as voices that sounded jumbled together start taking on a sense of cohesiveness..."knew we shouldn't have trusted him." "What are we going to do, Lucien was our last hope." "Can we get a message to Samael?"

"Ok, everybody calm down," I hear my Grandfather say. "Lucien, son, are you okay?"

I sit up and would have fallen right back down if my Uncle Raphael wasn't holding me by the shoulders. "Easy there, you need to take some time to recover," he says softly.

"What...what happened?" I ask, closing my eyes tightly and reopening them to try and focus. When I look around I see I am in an immense white room with no obvious doors or windows. Hundreds of my Aunts and Uncles are walking slowly around, inspecting the walls for a crack or an impurity they can break through.

My Grandfather sighs. "We are being held prisoner in a immersion room," He tells me gently. "Michael, Azriaphel and about a dozen others have gained control and mean to keep us here."

What?! How is this Heavenly possible? "Can't you break out Grandfather? I thought you were invincible?" I ask, incredulously.

"I need my staff, Lucien. Without it, I am unable to get us out of this situation."

I look at him in horror. "Azriaphel was holding a staff, was it yours?" At His nod I curse loudly. "I should have recognized it, I'm sorry! I was preoccupied thinking you called me here because you are angry at me for killing four of your creations."

My Grandfather looks at me and narrows His eyes. "You did what?" He asks me with venom in His voice.

It's my turn to glance at Him sharply. "I prayed to you, asking if it was okay. Four men abducted Bella with the intent of raping and killing her. I couldn't let that happen, or leave it so she would always be looking over her shoulder. A Grimm stood in attendance and gave his consent. These were bad men and I promise you they were always going to go straight to Hell."

My Grandfather looks at me speculatively. "You didn't get my approval because we have been locked in this room for about a week." He's quiet for a minute. "I'm not comfortable with you taking human lives, Lucien," He admonishes me, "but you say your girlfriend was being threatened?" When I nod, he purses his lips. Before he can say anything I interject. "It was the same asshole who tried to kill her three years ago."

He looks at me for a moment and then sighs. "I suppose in this case, I would have given you permission." He shakes His head. "Humans are so lost, they have no faith in themselves, in humanity or in me anymore."

A weight I didn't realize I had been carrying around gets lifted from my shoulders, and I reach out to embrace Him. "Not all humans are lost Grandpa," I tell him. He pats my back gently and I can feel a whopper of a headache coming on. When He pulls away I ask, "How are we going to get out of here?"

He sighs heavily. "It looks like we will have to rely on your father."

I look at him with wide eyes. "He can't come here! Won't he incinerate if he comes here?"

"Humph," my Grandfather scoffs. "If his intentions are pure, he will remain unscathed. Michael made a big mistake when he involved you in this mess. Samael will come for you, of that I am certain."