When The Sky Bleeds ✔️

Chapter 30

Lucille's expression was one of disorientation, her gaze darting around the dense woods that surrounded her. Our group stood frozen in place, unsure what to do, until Desmond broke the silence.

"Put your veils up," he ordered, his fingers reaching for his watch.

"But she will see all of us," Lily objected.

"That is precisely the point, Alberty," Desmond responded cooly as he activated the veil, appearing into the material world with a faint ripple.

In Lucille's view, Desmond and Omen appeared first, their figures flickering into the world's existence. Slowly and cautiously, the rest of us followed behind them, unsure how she would react to seeing us suddenly appear out of thin air.

Like a startled deer caught in the glare of headlights, she froze in place. Her wide eyes shifted to Wilson, who was slumped against a tree, seemingly unconcerned as he inspected his burnt hand. A wave of revulsion and fear washed over her at the sight of the bloody wounds, causing her hands to fly up to the sides of her head. "I've lost my mind. I've really lost it," she muttered.

Her gaze darted from us to our bloodied cats, Indra and Callum, before settling on Abaddon, who was snorting heavily. We all held our breaths, waiting for her reaction.

And then she turned and ran, her panicked screams like a siren through the woods.

"What a shit show," Wilson grumbled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Garrick let out a frustrated grunt before chasing after her.

It felt like forever before he emerged with her, a hand firmly gripping her arm.

Lucille walked with a slight sway, her posture exuding a sense of calm amidst the tense situation.

"What have you done?" I asked.

"Peacepetal," Garrick replied, his voice irate as he mentioned it was a courtesy herb from Meradyth.

Lucille collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I understand that this may be perplexing at the moment," I began, but Lucille interrupted with an anguished exclamation. "Emma. It killed Emma," she sobbed. The memory of finding Emma's lifeless body flashed through my mind—the frozen expression of terror on her face. The rain may have washed away her blood, but I could swear the scent still lingered on my clothes. I swallowed hard, struggling to contain my emotions.

"I am deeply sorry for the loss of your friend. But please know that you and your baby are safe now." I replied softly.

Her bloodshot eyes bore into my own as she studied my face, searching for any sign of deceit. "This baby is the reason why she died in the first place." She spat out bitterly.

"It was supposed to be taken care of today." She continued. Closing my eyes briefly, I could feel the weight of her words. So, this was how the demon had managed to break through her defenses. Tears streamed down her cheeks once more as she sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by guilt and grief.

"It was Emma's family's vacation house. She said I was too young." her voice quivered, still raw with emotion. "But I kept having this recurring dream - a field, a shadowy figure named Moloch telling me I wasn't worthy of being a mother. It whispered for me to give in and surrender my baby to it." Her trembling hands gripped each other tightly. "The dream turned sweet and calming, so I did—give the baby to him, and when I woke up, I saw a snake slither from Emma's throat." The words left her mouth in a hushed whisper as if she was afraid Moloch might hear her even now.

Callum grunted in disgust as he repeated the demon's name inside. "Moloch,"

"Child-eating fallen angel," I thought with a shudder.