Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Selfless Family

Khalilah:

Please tell me why I was spending months with Crowley instead of going back to the Bunker and letting myself be put to sleep again, keeping everyone safe. Also, why was I in the middle east, looking for a potential Hand o' God. "أين هو؟" Crowley asked, which meant where is he? One of the men gestured the way, pulling back a curtain for us to enter. There was another man inside, lying in bed. "Noel, I came when you asked, even brought an Angel to guide your soul. You're looking a trifle peaky. Do you truly have it?"

"And it's yours..." He coughed, mere moments from death. "If you hold up your end of the bargain." Noel got up slowly, sighing with relief at the sight of a contract that Crowley had pulled out of his jacket. "I've had a good life... thanks to you. Very few of the world's secrets I haven't cracked. It seemed worth a soul... at the time."

I rolled my eyes, speaking fluent Arabic. "Oh. It always does."

"Destroy that thing."

"Show my dear Angel the object first."

Noel nodded to the other man, who opened a wooden box and pulled out an item wrapped in cloth. "A shofar. The Horn of Joshua, touched by the hand of God." I reached for it on Crowley's nod. "Easy. Easy there."

Closing my eyes, I felt the energy, humming with my own. "It's authentic. I can feel it, can use it if I need to against her."

"Now tear that thing up." Crowley broke the contract in half and Noel smiled, sighing with relief. "Thank God. I don't think I have long."

Crowley smiled brightly. "How very prescient of you." And twisted his hand and Noel's neck snapped. The other man quickly exits the room as I bagged the Horn, and nodded, going with him back out of the room, where people were aiming guns at us, speaking in Arabic to us. "Khalilah, dear, would you be so kind?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "Do I have to? I'm supposed to be staying calm."

"Yes, and I know that this relaxes you. Go on." 

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the katana that I'd picked up following a lead in Kyoto, and went to work, taking them all out in only a few swipes. I was so Deadpool. "Amateurs. Strongest being since the Darkness and the Light, me."

We went back to the states after that, and he called my husband as we walked down an alley with torrential rain going through us, soaking me to the skin. "Are you not hearing me? I said I have in my possession the solution to our collective problems. You should be doing a jig."

"I don't jig, and the other person in the room is still sick." Who was sick? Aisling? Ria? "Now, how do I know you even escaped Lucifer and he's not making you say all this?"

"Honestly, you cynicism is depressing." He smirked, as sirens wailed in the distance. 

A siren wails in distance, as Crowley ducks into an alley. He is trying to stay out of sight. "Why would Lucifer force me to discuss the very means of his destruction, with your wife?"

There was a brief pause. "What are you talking about? Please tell me she's still on ice."

Yeah... Not so much. "Hey, baby, um, not really. But he's telling the truth. A weapon... one that channels divinity." Then we paused, looking over at a truck with demons on there, carrying angel blades. "Yes, powerful enough to help destroy a force like my creator," another pause as Crowley teleported me to the top of a building with me. "Or Lucifer. Tell me you haven't been searching for such a thing, my honey."

"A Hand of God? Of course we have. Baby, why aren't you out? You know you have to be!"

Crowley answered this for me. "She's currently the only reason I'm alive. St. Louis. The old post office on Beekman. Bring the kid, her mother misses her." Oh, God I did.