• Chapter Eight •

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A hand shot out of the ground which startled Derek until he saw the familiar black hair of his daughter.

Leah crawled out from ground, everything from her clothes to her face, covered in dried blood and dirt.

Derek frowned, concerned at her appearance but was relieved that she was okay.

The young witch then pulled the angel out. She helped him to a nearby tree where she leaned him up against.

"Who's this?" Derek asked as he helped her assist the unknown stranger.

"A friend." Leah replied before she was pulled into a tight embrace by her brother.

"Leah.." TJ whispered in relief.

She smiled, hugging her brother before she patted his back and playfully shoved him away. "I love you and all, big brother, but this is way too much hugging for my liking." She teased.

The young warlock rolled his eyes and stepped aside for his sister to hug their father.

Derek held onto his daughter, placing a soft kiss onto her head. "I am so sorry, princesa." He said and pulled back from the embrace to look at TJ. "To the both of you."

"It's okay. We know why." Leah said with a soft smile. "No more secrets this time round."

The warlocks nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"And besides, I got a cool sword." She said with a grin and swung the sword around in her hand.

"So, what?" TJ asked. "You're a demon hunter now?"

"I like to think of it as a shadowhunter." She replied with a smirk.

" She replied with a smirk

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"So, you found her." Lucifer mused.

"Don't you have anything better to do other than annoy me?" Derek asked.

"Well, if I wasn't bound by these disgusting excuses of shackles, I would be walking the streets wreaking havoc." The Dark Lord said with a shrug. "No offense there, Derek, but that's not the smartest idea out there and that's coming from me."

"I meant I want you back in hell." The warlock replied with a roll of his eyes. "Annoying the hell out of everyone there, rotting and burning for all eternity."

"Oh, come on.." Lucifer groaned. "You aren't their father. My blood is the very blood that's running through their veins."

The Rivera patriarch glared at him coldly. "I raised them." He said. "They are mine. I've taught them everything that they know."

"It doesn't make you their father." Lucifer replied with a laugh.

"Well, whether you like it or not, either way I don't care, they see me as such." Derek responded.

"Maybe." The Dark Lord smiled, quite amused at this man's persistence. "But they have a part of me. Are you going to trap them in that hell hole forever if they misbehave?"

"Trap them? No." The warlock said. "You on the other hand.." He trailed off.

"You have no idea what you and I have created." Lucifer said as he leaned forward in his restraints slightly. "And lucky for you, they're almost 18. You can't stop their destiny.. The missing piece of the prophecy.." He taunted.

Derek clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists with an icy glare as the Dark Lord continued.

"And I can't wait for you to see it." Lucifer laughed darkly.

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