“Lucifer’s kingdom is metaphorical, not literal. The fallen are scattered throughout the world, maintaining different bases of power for him.” “And my father lives in Minneapolis,” I repeated. “Yes.” “And where does Lucifer live?” “Los Angeles.” I let out a laugh at that. “Of course he does.”

“Lucifer’s kingdom is metaphorical, not literal. The fallen are scattered throughout the world, maintaining different bases of power for him.” “And my father lives in Minneapolis,” I repeated. “Yes.” “And where does Lucifer live?” “Los Angeles.” I let out a laugh at that. “Of course he does.”

“He was definitely taking his bodyguard duties seriously tonight. He gave off a take-one-step-closer-and-I-will-show-you-Armageddon vibe.”

“I’ll meet you tomorrow morning at ten in your office, and explain everything. In the meantime, go home and get some sleep.” “I have a meeting with McConnell and Baroja tomorrow at ten A.M. to review some procedures,” he said. Now, that was the J.B. I knew. Never mind the demon attack; procedures needed reviewing.”

“Lucifer’s kingdom is metaphorical, not literal. The fallen are scattered throughout the world, maintaining different bases of power for him.” “And my father lives in Minneapolis,” I repeated. “Yes.” “And where does Lucifer live?” “Los Angeles.” I let out a laugh at that. “Of course he does.”

“I huffed out a deep breath. “It’s something huge, isn’t it?” Beezle nodded. “Yup.” There was a sound of several limbs splashing in the water. “Is it all squishy and tentacly?” “Yup.” “I hate my life,” I said, and as I turned I conjured a ball of nightfire and threw it.”