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she should rest. But Lorelei wasn’t listening.
    “Don’t you worry about me,” she instructed. “Let’s worry about getting you out of that bed and back to the lab with me.”
    Dusty crawled out from beneath the sheet, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. Lorelei turned around, giving him a little bit of privacy so that he could get dressed.
    “How much longer can you keep this up?” Dusty asked. She could hear the jangle of his belt as he pulled on his pants.
    “What? You mean helping you out?”
    “All of it,” Dusty said. Lorelei turned to face him as Dusty buttoned his shirt. “Helping me, finding new threats to the world, looking for Lucifer, giving up a part of your life energy so that—”
    “I said not to worry,” Lorelei said. “I signed up for this, and I’m in it for the long haul.”
    But she could sense that life would soon be coming to an end for her, and she didn’t have the heart to tell Dusty that all of this responsibility would soon belong to him.

CHAPTER TWO
    L ucifer knew he hadn’t been destroyed, for the pain he felt was far too great.
    He’d always wondered what death would be like, that final moment when it all came to an end.
    But this wasn’t it.
    The darkness was all-encompassing, and the Morningstar could feel it gradually consuming him, like powerful digestive juices in the stomach of some giant beast.
    Until he was no more.
    This was how the monster Satan—the Darkstar, as he was now calling himself, mocking Lucifer’s own title, Son of the Morning—planned to eliminate him.
    Lucifer felt the blackness cajoling him to surrender and allow the sweet ebony caress of the void to take him.
    Memories suddenly exploded in his mind like a newlyborn sun, images so personal and painful to recall that they made him cry out. How could he even consider surrendering to the evil, when there was still so much he had to atone for?
    When there was still so much penance to be done?
    Lucifer cried out, pushing against the darkness, feeling it stretch. It tried to fight him, to lull him back into its comforting embrace, where he would slowly cease to be.
    But the Morningstar was not ready to fade away. Lucifer tore at the fabric of shadow, ripping a hole in the shroud of gloom that had attempted to claim him. He pushed himself through the tear, exploding into the golden light of the day, to find himself standing on a battlefield.
    The air around him stank of blood and burning flesh and feathers. There were bodies of fallen warriors as far as his eyes could see. Their wings, charred and broken, stuck up from the garden of corpses like vile plants.
    Lucifer knew this place, and was sick that he was responsible for the destruction that lay before him. He had instigated this war, a war in Heaven, fought between brothers.
    A war caused by Lucifer’s own jealousy.
    It took all he had to not crawl beneath the bodies and give himself over to oblivion, to give up the crushing despair that was his existence.
    But that’s exactly what you want me to do , Lucifer Morningstar thought as he gazed at those who had fallen while fighting for and against him during the Great War.
    “You’ll have to do better than this,” Lucifer shrieked.
    He knew the Devil had created this bizarre world somewhere deep within Lucifer’s own subconscious to torture the Morningstar’s soul, while the Darkstar continued to possess his body.
    The landscape began to shift and fade as a thick, billowing fog rolled in, obscuring the carnage before him.
    It was cold in this now blank, empty place. Lucifer pulled his cloak about him and began to walk.
    To where, he had no idea. He only knew that if he wanted to live, this was what he must do.
    *   *   *
    The ancient evil called Satan seethed with the knowledge that the body he possessed was not yet entirely his.
    He could still feel the Morningstar struggling inside him, like an itch that he couldn’t scratch, somewhere inside a mind that should have belonged to him.
    And