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one was pressed into her side. The next jabbed into the bottom of her foot. Her wailing became a croak when her voice gave out. She couldn’t take anymore. Why had she wished for death all those years? She’d wanted to end things; to not feel anymore. This was not what she had in mind when she prayed for death. She’d wanted not to exist.
    Sssssssss.
    “Oh God! H-help me…p-please,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    TWELVE
     
     
    Elliott
     
    “This one has wings.”
    “Pret-ty wings.”
    “Oooooo.”
    Elliott blew out a breath. “Oh, they’re not so pretty. Really.” He hoped they would see his wings weren’t a prize worth having. A tail whipped him across the cheek. He flinched and his head slammed against the wall. He grunted and spat blood. The lesser demons all jeered. Some heckled him, while others were unable to speak because they had the face of a goat, rabid hare, or a bull, and made animal sounds; bleats, clicks, and guttural grunts. But they all had the same cloven hooves.
    One with a boar for a head clip-clopped forward wielding a machete.
    Elliott couldn’t protect himself. He squeezed his eyes shut. When there was no pain, he opened his eyes. One hand was freed, then the other. He fell forward onto his knees. Time in Netherworld stood still, no telling how long he’d been bound to the wall. What felt like hours there, was actually years on Earth, for every day, five years passed. He was weak.
    Elliott made a futile attempt to crawl away until he realized his ankles were still chained. A heavy knee fell onto the small of his back. The demons grabbed the iron cuffs, pulling his arms out to the sides. Ash swirled around his mouth and nose as he panted. He coughed, breathing in the black dust. The smell of sulfur gagged him with every huff.
    Reflexively, the angel tried to flatten his wings to his body. The devil spawns gripped each wing, forcibly stretching them to their fullest extension. Bones snapped under the pressure. Feathers fluttered about the cavern, blood staining the plumages.
    They hacked at the angel’s wings, from the tips to the base. With each whack, he screamed. For angels there was no greater loss; the removal of one’s wings created emptiness too profound to fathom.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    THIRTEEN
     
     
    Abaddon
     
    Abaddon heard screams. At first he didn’t recognize them as anything other than ordinary. A shriek to curdle blood bombarded his ears. He rose from his four-poster bed and lurched toward the entrance of his private bedroom. The volume of the yelling increased as he stepped from the room.
    Amalya.
    His form began to change. Leather boots split down the center when his feet became too large to contain them. Shredded clothes peeled off his body, dropped onto the floor, and slipped into the molten rock on either side of the path. The beast’s hooves chewed up the ground. Faster he sprinted, bulldozing lesser demons and Damned souls into the liquid ore. They screeched as they hit the lava and sunk below the surface.
    He skidded to a halt inside the cavern where his Amalya was being tortured. In a battle stance, he roared. His servants covered their ears, shrank to the ground, and rolled around on the floor, bumping into each other. Aba trampled the ones closest to him. Eyeballs exploded when he stepped on their necks, detaching heads. He lifted another slave, ripping each limb from the sockets, biting the head off another.
    Blood dripped from his mouth down his chest. He roared again, angry with himself for allowing Amalya to run from him and forgetting to seal off the tunnels. One last demon slave stood between Aba and his female.
    The demon stared at Aba with his eyes wide and his mouth open. He didn’t try to run. The master swiped a clawed hand at the goat, relieving the underling of the top half of his skull.
    Thud. Splat. The sound sickened Aba. The gray matter hit the stone floor and