Chapter Eight

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Lilith has me sitting at a table on the other side of the throne away from Nick/Lucifer. Something about how my constant pestering, then bickering between Lucy and I. I was able to get those stupid chains off my wrists. After pushing (mostly annoying everyone to a point) Lilith had one of her demons remove it.

I sit there tracing patterns on the table until I hear the little demon minion announce visitors. As these large doors open I turn to see everyone. I rush down the stairs and leap into Harvey's arms. He catches me and tells me about how scared he was. I ignore everything going around us as I tell Harvey about the news I found out. Roz and Theo stay by Sabrina so the two of us can speak alone.

Lilith then guides us to a different dinner table than the one I was at a minute ago. "Please, sit, eat." She tells us. I sit on Harvey's right as Roz sits on his left. Sabrina and Theo are sitting across from us as Lilith sits at the head of the table. "Refresh oyursleves."

Harvey reached for something that looked like a turkey leg, but I could tell something was off. Roz smacks his hand and tells him not to eat it. Whispering to us telling us nothing is edible. We all look at the table not seeing what she sees, but I can feel her fear and disgust.

I tune out the conversation Sabrina and Lilith have as I stare at the table of food. "On one condition." I hear Lilith say, "The hierarchy of Hell has been in the tiniest state of turmoil. Lately, the Infernal Kings refuse to recognize my authority—"

I mumble to myself, "I would too." Which gets me an elbow to my ribs as I look to Harvey. He glares at me, basically saying to shut up. I roll my eyes at him as I listen back in on the conversation.

"Yeah, well, I need you to do it again. Here. Publicly, to make me legitimate in their eyes." Lilith states.

"And then I get Nick back?" Sabrina asks as Lilith agrees right away to her request. "Fine, I'll do it. But no tricks." Lilith smiles as she asks us about dessert, but we all look at each other with disgust. 

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