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firmly.
    I drop my hand just as Fiona laughs, the
sound hysterical.
    "The Spear of Destiny?" she asks.
    One of the Garner twins moves closer to
the table."You're talking about the spear used by Longinus to
pierce Jesus in the side while he was on the cross, right?"
Hesther or Gwenyth asks. It
really is hard to tell them
apart.
    Luther looks across the table at Marcas.
Their eyes lock and Marcas nods.
    "Yes," Luther answers.
    Gray pushes away from the table, one hand
still resting on the wood as he stands.
    "The spear is a myth," he says.
    Luther's eyes redden.
    "You're a fool if you think so, Hybrid."
    Luther isn't good at being disregarded. His
patience is much thinner than Marcas', and his temper is notorious.
Alessandro moves between Luther and the table, his hand held
up.
    "I think what Luther is trying to say is that the spear is
very real and very powerful."
    "Oh, la mia!" Maria Mancini mutters, her eyes
rolling as she steps up next to Alessandro. The look she gives Gray
and Luther is best described as withering. The old woman is cloaked
in a long, billowy house dress, her grey-peppered, black hair in a
bun at the back of her head. She plays absent-mindedly with a
rosary around her neck.
    "Ah, Demoni, I realize you do not know me
well. I am a Seer with the ability to see past the seeming a Demon
or Angel projects. It allows me to tell the difference between
Angels, Demons, and mortals. Seers are also important guardians of
Biblical artifacts. I have guarded many in my lifetime, no? I know
many things about the object you seek."
    Her Italian accent is deep, but she does not
falter, her eyes on the hybrids. Maria is a strong woman, mother to
the head of the S.O.S, and her wisdom is undeniable.
    "The spear does exist, and it gives the wielder the power to
bend the destiny of the world to his will. It also has the power to
destroy Demons. It's origins alone will protect the new kingdom
Marcas rules. Its tip was once smeared with the blood of Jesus.
Satan cannot touch it," Maria explains.
    Most hybrids are aware of the legends, of the
stories associated with the spear. The spear, like any artifact
that affects Demons, is something they are bred to know. The Holy
Lance has a long history. Used first to pierce Jesus' side on the
cross, it found its way into many hands, was held by many great and
not so great leaders. Hitler's hands among them. It is the reason
why Hitler, with his Nazi regime, was able to do as much damage as
he did in his lifetime. It was after General Patton removed the
artifact that Hitler committed suicide, for as powerful as the
spear is, it has one critical hang up. If a leader loses the spear,
he will die not long after.
    Bruno shakes his head."And you want us
to steal this for you ?" Bruno
asks, spinning so that his eyes are on Marcas.
    Marcas meets his gaze calmly."Yes, I do. With
the spear, the Outer Levels of Hell will be secure, protected
against Lucifer."
    Even without the ability to sense emotion, I
can feel the doubt in the room. Bruno gestures at the hybrids
before pointing at Marcas.
    "And you expect us to trust you? You're not
talking about a rag doll or a Transformer toy here. You're not even
talking about stealing some expensive piece of shit out of the
British Museum or destroying the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
You're talking about the fucking Spear of Destiny," Bruno
argues.
    This is where I come in.
    "I trust them," I say, my voice loud
and commanding. The hybrids turn to me, and I keep my expression
even. "I left here to help rescue Dayton and fight alongside Marcas
and Luther against Lucifer. Trust me, if they wanted to start a war
on Earth or attempt anything heinous, they could have done it
already. They don't need the spear for that. The spear is strong,
yes. But Dayton and Marcas are strong too. Together they are strong. They are bound by
blood. Being loyal to them would be a smart move. Their kingdom
could become your haven."
    Lyre laughs, her dark eyes glued to mine.
    "You