Hello, My Name Is Lucifer (Book III)

Chapter 13 - Return From The Dead

My stay in hell continued like this for days. First no one would show up for days, except they got me some food and water a few times, and then suddenly  someone would show up, drag me out of my cell and torture me again.
The weird thing is, you might think you'd break down because of the constant pain, but I didn't. Every time they tortured me I got more used to it. I still hated every second about it but I didn't feel like a pile of dog poo afterwards anymore - I became more and more numb about it.

Soon I figured Weeron wouldn't come for a visit anytime soon. Maybe they caught him, maybe he had trouble getting my sword or maybe he left me behind. No matter what had happened, I needed to get out. I didn't have forever and while I suffered here, Gabriel was probably already about to fulfil his plan.
Luckily I managed to see the armory one day when they dragged me down the hallway.

This time I'd escape - and I'd kill my own son.
I was aware that two demons were coming to my cell to get me but I needed to change back and become my true self again. The only thing I concentrated on was becoming an angel. I concentrated all my power on it and then, just moments later, I was burning. This time it didn't hurt. The whole room lit up but no heat was coming from the fire - and then it vanished just as fast as it came up.

I felt better, stronger. My body was still aching because it didn't heal but my old, well-known strength had returned - and so did my wings. I immediately hid them from the eyes of others and placed myself close to the door.

When a demon came to my cell and opened the door he couldn't have expected it. I placed a punch in his face so he wasn't able to think clearly for a moment, meanwhile I grabbed his partner, who was about to make a move, at the head and snapped it. With a cracking sound he fell to the ground and then I did the same to the first demon.

They hadn't been dead, I knew it, but knocked out for long enough. They'd only be dead if I would have used a weapon or ripped off their heads. It wasn't that easy to get rid of a demon in hell and I didn't even want to. I only needed to lock them away.

After I dragged them inside the cells and stole one of their keys to lock the door I had time to look for my sword.
While I hurried to the armory my head was spinning, obviously the transformation took more energy from me than I realized at first. I knew there wasn't time to rest because soon someone would find the two I just locked up and then they'd look for me.

I followed my well-known path down the hallway and then I stopped, infront of my destination. The armory.
I felt my heart skip a beat as I opened the door and it was unlocked - at least one positive thing for today.

Inside there were tons of swords, axes and some shields - and in the back, on a wall there was what was mine. My sword. It had picked up some dust but not even a scratch was on it, which meant nobody used it.
Beside the sword were some signs. They kept those with a lower rank from being able to touch the sword, but I had a high rank. I was an archangel. They might had intended to keep it from me as well, but the signs would work on demons just like on angels. In this case, on me not at all.

I could easily take the sword from the wall, like there wouldn't have been any signs at all. I could now say something along the lines of "It was easy - too easy.", but whenever someone in a movie or a book says this then everything goes wrong, so why risk it?

I left the room with my sword in my hand and the will to kill Amnael. On my way to the great hall I tried to avoid every demon walking around in the hallway and so far it worked. I peaked in the hall to see Amnael alongside with two demons. They were talking about something with him and then they looked towards the door I was hiding behing. Immediately I stood up straight so I was completely behind the door but when I carefully checked again they were already coming closer.

I held my sword tightly in both hands, ready to make the first swing. Tension was building up inside of me. Once more I checked. Only a few more steps then they'd be here.
I was ready - but then they walked past me. They hadn't even seen me. They just walked down the hallway until they disappeared behind the corner.

Now Amnael was alone. It was time for revenge - for all the demons; for Winter.
I pushed myself away from the wall and walked inside the hall. Amnael's glance immediately swiped over to me as he noticed something move. There was slight confusion written on his face but when I pulled my sword forward he knew who I was. My new appearance wouldn't fool anyone - especially because of my sword.

"I've been planning this moment for quite a while." I stepped closer to the throne he was sitting in.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed. Then he sat up straight: "Because you couldn't wait to kill your son."

"No, because I have to save the rest of my family."

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Is weaponry room the correct word?
I'm sorry for taking so long to update.