Spiritus Animalis (Empath #2) ✔️

Chapter Ten

Emily had two things on her angelic mind, how she was going to protect her charge from dying or keeping things square with the hellhound mutt her charge freed. Hellhounds were beasts of underground. Creatures only ever summoned using black magic. It was one thing to have the mutt join them, but it was another to worry about a hellhound with a brother. She didn't know where or when it would show up, but she hoped that it wouldn't be while they were discussing the next moves.

Peter joined them around the fireplace. The Servants were a huge threat now, and she wasn't about to let anything happen to her family. Emily looked at her brother knowing full well that her brother had dealt with the servants before. But how exactly was she going to deal with them herself. She'd trained and trained since the day she'd been born and no matter what she did her brothers didn't seem to believe she could do it. So, when her father made the decision to send her to earth, she didn't waste a second.

"Anyone have any good ideas?" She asked.

"Well, we know that the Servants are currently working with Mammon," Althea explained. "Most likely his next move would be to go to hell and speak to Lucifer."

Emily and Abigail cringed.

"Why would you say their names?!" Abigail exclaimed. Althea rolled her eyes.

"Because I'm not afraid of them," Althea responded. "Those sons of bitches are nothing more than rats in a subway and they are going to get on my last nerves if we don't put a stop to them,"

"She's right," Peter said breaking the strange silence. "What else are we supposed to do? I mean they're not going to stop until we do something about it."

Emily thought back to what she witnessed and turned toward Abigail.

"Abigail, I need to talk to you," she said.

Abigail looked worried as shown on the wrinkles spreading across her forehead. Emily stepped away from the group and together the two walked into the kitchen. It was small but private despite the others sitting in front of the fireplace together.

"What's the problem now?" Abigail questioned.

"You've already learned about one of your gifts Abigail, there's another gift that you should learn about," Emily explained. "However, what we're going to do is I'm going to help train you into getting the hang of your animal communication gift."

"Okay, so when do we get started?"

"Right now,"

*~*~*

Mammon had given the Servants all that he could. His brother Lucifer told him about a few things that he needed to sort out. One of which was to figure out which servant was going to be the host of his brother. Although ever since he took control of Melissa her soul had been burning away. It would soon get to a point where she can no longer survive, and her body would be his for the taking. After all, he was a fallen angel and fallen angels tend to burn away their meatsuits. Before he had given the Servants a rope that could bind angels, he discovered that one of the hellhounds had gone rogue. The hound never showed up after it was meant to go and attack the blasted children and their angels.

Mammon growled a deep and menacing growl as he forced his way back to hell where his own brother was still trapped and casually sitting on the throne.

"Mammon?" Lucifer said. "What brings you here? I would have thought after the first visit you could have done something else or are you just as dumb as I imagined?"

"Dear brother, right now I am inches away from clawing out your eyes," Mammon responded.

"Let me guess, the hooligans decided to turn one of the hellhounds?" Lucifer said. Deadpan. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Sir, I wasn't expecting that stupid bitch to tame the hellhound," Mammon exclaimed. "But how does that make any damn sense! I thought hellhounds were untamable!"

"They usually are!" Lucifer argued and stood from his throne. "You're the one who hadn't done anything about that!"

Mammon threw his hands in the air and turned around touching the bridge of his nose as the strawberry blonde hair fell over his eyes. Now he was stuck with one hellhound and a bunch of kids and their angels doing nothing but fighting him off. He guessed that Althea gave up on the schooling as there were more important things that she had to think about like defeating him. His thoughts constantly circled worried that maybe Althea was going to eventually discover what else she can do.

"Can we not forget that our father had added a certain Angel conduit into the picture?" Lucifer reminded him.

Of course, Mammon hadn't forgotten, how could he? But there was no way an angel conduit would be needed. Besides, those had been rare. He wouldn't have been surprised if she was a Nephilim. Although, it came to mind that she needed to be taken care of.

"Lucifer?" Mammon narrowed his eyes. "Why did you bring up the angel conduit?" A smirk appeared on Lucifer's face as Mammon slowly began putting the pictures together. "Are you crazy?! Even if you are still considered a fallen angel, and an archangel, there's no way that she would agree to it. What if she was meant for someone else? Like..."

"Like whom?!" he exclaimed.

"Like...." Mammon narrowed his eyes. "Um... Michael..."

Rage exploded from Lucifer as Mammon stepped back with complete worry, his brother hated Michael as that was the one angel that sent him to hell in the first place. Each of the fallen angels had one Archangel that tossed them into the pits of hell.

"NEVER SAY MY BROTHER'S NAME!" Lucifer yelled and with a flick of his wrist he sent Mammon careening into a wall. "My brother was weak, loyal to only our father. He had his chance to join us but now it seems that if you are correct and Michael has a vessel. I will need to find my own! It doesn't matter who! Get me a vessel and bring me to earth so I can seek vengeance on our father's beautiful creations!"

Mammon bowed and quickly took off, back to earth determined to stop the enemies once and for all.

*~*~*

Abigail couldn't help but walk over to Peter who was pacing around the room. She couldn't help it but wonder what else was on his mind as he had seemed bothered by something. She just wanted to know what was going on.

"Peter?" She spoke. "Are you okay?"

Peter paused and looked at her.

"I'm fine, I have a lot of things on my mind," Peter responded and walked over to the couch.

"Now that I can tell," Abigail chuckled. "Are you going to tell me what's on your mind, I know you probably told Althea," She continued. "But even though I didn't like you at first, all you have to do is tell me what's going on."

Peter turned away and rolled his eyes as Abigail sat down next to him. Peter flinched briefly but he remained calm.

"I don't think this is over," Peter responded. "We may have defeated one hellhound, but there will always be more, and the servants would always find a way to stop us even if it meant that one of us gets hurt," he continued. "The hellhound may not have worked but the next step that they'd go for would involve the angels."

Abigail's stomach dropped. Her heart pounded. How could she have forgotten that the last time the Servants tried anything was when they kidnapped Ezra. Althea was so worried about him that it was almost like she was a completely different person, and that same person would have felt like they had lost a part of themselves.

"Are you sure?" Abigail asked.

"Yes, I'm positive, if they tried it before then in my mind, I wouldn't doubt that they'd try something," Peter answered. "We must be careful, if they try anything to the angels, as that is the only way to get to the two of you."