In a hidden world where angels and demons clash, Cecelia White's life takes a thrilling turn when she discovers her connection to a powerful relic, the Angel Key. With her best friend Evie by her side, Cecelia is thrust into a supernatural conflict...
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Christoph and Sam reached Max Lounge in minutes, their supernatural speed outpacing any man-made transportation. Darius stood outside the club, his massive frame casting an imposing shadow. Whatever had happened, it had clearly shaken him—a rare occurrence.
"Darius, report," Christoph ordered, still catching his breath.
"We caught a small patrol of demons doing surveillance on the club. Managed to capture one, but the others escaped," Darius replied, his voice grim.
"More of them have been showing up lately. I suppose our agreement with Azazel is now void," Christoph said, his brow furrowing. "Show me this demon."
Darius led them into the club and to the elevator. The golden doors slid open with a ding, and they descended into the basement. They moved through the storage space filled with boxes until they reached a large metal door with a keypad. Darius punched in the code, and the lock clicked and whirred. He pulled the door open, revealing an industrial-sized freezer. Inside, a man in black was chained to a meat hook. His skin was pale, his eyes black pools of hatred.
"I tried getting information out of him, but he won't talk," Darius explained.
"I want to know where they are and what they want," Christoph said, his eyes flashing gold. He approached the demon with a predatory grace until they were face to face.
"Max Lounge is safe ground against demons as per the treaty between Azazel and the Elite Wing. What is your business here?" he demanded. The demon only grinned smugly at the floor.
"Answer me," Christoph repeated, striking the demon across the face.
The demon looked up, smiling, and spat black blood onto the floor. "Your contract with us is void, Ceruleus. We know what you have, and we want it."
Christoph grabbed the demon by his shirt and pulled him close. "Did you not hear my question?"
"You don't scare me," the demon sneered. "Azazel said you're a sorry, washed-up shell of an Archangel." He laughed maniacally.
"Oh, did he now?" Christoph reared back and headbutted the demon with such force it crushed his nose into his skull—an injury that would have killed any ordinary man.
"Fine, have it your way, demon scum," Christoph said, his eyes glowing with fury. "Sam gets five minutes with him. That'll make him talk," he said, looking at Darius.
"We'll be outside," Christoph told Sam, leaving the freezer with Darius following.
"So, boss, what next?" Darius asked after the door clicked shut.
"We're going to wait for Erik to get here and then—"
An inhuman scream echoed from behind the closed door.
"I thought these doors were soundproof," Darius said, raising an eyebrow.
