Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 137

Lucien's P.O.V.

After I end my quick conversation with Bella, I have to grab my head between my hands and rock back and forth. Fuck, my brain feels like it's going to explode. Uncle Raphael says to me. "The effects of Xerpherol have to wear off, and it takes a little time. I'm sorry I cannot do anything more for you."

"It's okay," I whisper, afraid if I said something louder, my brain will separate into two distinct halves and never speak to each other again.

"You did really well son," my Grandfather tells me. "Let's hope Samael can contain his demon while he's here." He sighs and sits down on the ground next to me, hanging His hands between His knees. If Bella ever asked me what my Grandfather looks like, I wouldn't be able to definitively tell her. He is all races, both sexes, all statures and all body types. He can be one person and change into someone else the next second. He is everyone and He is no one, but right now He looks like my High School History teacher...tall and lean with a balding head and a long, crooked nose.

"My father isn't in any danger coming here, is he?" I ask, worried about His comment regarding my fathers demon.

My Grandfather thinks about this for a moment, causing my heart race to increase. "Well," He starts, "the issue is his intent. His demon is not welcome here, actually he's not allowed in Heaven at all, so your father must keep him at bay or there will be dire consequences." He grimaces slightly. "I don't think your father will survive if his demon surfaces here since it has become such an integral part of who he is."

I nod. I told Bella to make sure my Dad understands he must stay in control while he's here. I can see my Grandfather has more to say, so I remain quiet the way my father taught me when I want information out of somebody who is not ready to willing to relinquish it. I'm rewarded when my Grandfather says, "My fear is he will fight Michael if he encounters him, and his demon will inevitably take over. I won't be able to stop the fire that will consume him if that happens unless I have my staff." Is He being omniscient right now? Does He know this fate is what is about to befall my father?

"Michael knows this and will probably provoke him, won't he?" I ask in a small voice. My fears are confirmed when my Grandfather closes His eyes and nods once. Ignoring the agony in my head I reach out to my soul mate again. 'Bella,' I silently implore her. 'Please reiterate to my father that he must keep his demon under control.' I wait a moment to see if she heard me, and smile when I get, 'He's left already, but I told your Mom to tell him.'

"Bella says my Dad just left to help get us out of here," I announce to the room. Many of my Aunts and Uncles smile at me upon hearing this and sit down quietly, relinquishing their task of finding a way out.

I sit quietly by my Grandfather for a few minutes when he finally says, "Tell me about Bella, what is she like as a person?"

I look at him speculatively. "You made her, don't you already know?"

He chuckles derisively. "Son, I may have placed her soul, but her experiences and choices are what makes the person. If everyone lived the way I wished them to do, there would be no need for Hell."

I can see His point, so I begin to tell Him about Bella. Her beauty, her strength of character, her intelligence, her independence, her ability to assimilate all this celestial insanity and make some kind of sense out of it. I admit, sheepishly, she may be pregnant, and I see Him quirk His lips...does He know something? Should I ask Him? No, I'll wait for Bella and we will find out together. I finish by telling Him I plan on spending the rest of eternity with her, if she'll have me.

"Does she want to become immortal?" He asks quietly.

"I'm not sure. She hasn't said anything about it. You do realize we've only been together a week, right?"

He smiles and pats my leg. "Young Lucien, a week, a year, a millennia, it won't change how you feel...if she is your soul-mate. It is to our advantage you've only been dating a week. Otherwise, she may have been on Michael's radar...he doesn't know you can speak telepathically to her."

"Michael is too pompous to think any of us are worthy enough to have soul-mates when he trapped us in here," Uncle Gabriel says disgustedly.

"Yes..." my Grandfather agrees. "Michael's narcissism will be his downfall. I tried to teach him a lesson when he held Catherine against her will, but he refuses to learn. I'm having a hard time coming to grips with the fact he's imprisoned me assuming he has the ability and internal fortitude to rule Heaven."

"Uhh," I start and then falter. Do I tell Him what I saw? I believe He needs to know, so I say, "When I came here with Azriaphel, nobody was attending the gates. There were no welcoming committees, no singing, no souls being led to their processing areas. I don't think Michael is trying to rule, I think he's trying to destroy the universal balance you've maintained."   

I see anger light up my Grandfather eyes, his appearance transforms into a hundred different people at the same time, until he settles into an enormous black man in a Roman gladiators attire. "Listen to me children," His voice booms throughout the room. He may be slightly disabled in here, but He is still powerful, His presence demands respect and attention. "No longer do I wish for this to come to a peaceful ending. When Samael gets here, I want all your rebellious siblings rounded up and put into sub terminal cells until I decide what to do with them. If any of them are lost in the struggle, that's on them for starting all this nonsense in the first place." I can see my Aunts and Uncles nodding sagely. Nobody wanted this, they're sorry it's come to this, but a lot of them are angry if their stiff postures and clenched jaws are any indication.

"What about Michael?" Uncle Gabriel asks. Everyone turns their attention back to their Father.

My Grandfather sighs and announces, "I will leave his fate up to Samael," He looks around at some of the surprised expressions. "Michael imprisoned Samael's soul-mate, Catherine, after she died, preventing her from returning to her family," He announces to everyone.

There is a murmur of surprise and disgust that permeates throughout the room. "What a jackass!" "Can you believe Michael would do something like that?" "If Michael engages Samael in a fight, he is going to lose!" "That fight won't last very long!" are some of the startled comments that reach my ears. It doesn't seem like anyone is terribly upset about my father confronting their brother.

I turn to my Grandfather and ask, "Nobody seems particularly concerned about my Dad fighting Uncle Michael. In fact, it sounds like everyone is confident my Dad will win. Is he stronger than Uncle Michael?"

My Grandfather raises an eyebrow, still in the form of a muscular black warrior. "Your father might very well be as powerful as I am. He has never fulfilled his true potential. His biggest obstacle has always been his rage. Let's hope he can control his demon, at least while he is in Heaven."