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mercilessly. Sought your deepest need, and tore it away from you forever.
    “Very well, Zuul. You shall be rewarded.”
    Agony spiked down Zuul’s spine, straight to his balls, the pain so intense and beautiful he whimpered and let himself go, a hot rending flood of sensation that crippled him. He fell to his knees, limp. His nerves howled, muscles turning to water. He crumpled onto his face and squeezed his thighs, but it was no good. He was going to dirty himself.
    The shadows flickered mildly. “You know what to do now. My plagues must be allowed to take hold, Zuul, if Satan is to rise and return. My demon princes must proceed unmolested. See that they do.”
    He felt Azaroth smile, cold as a corpse. “Y-y-yes, my king.” Stalk the Tainted, put obstacles in their way. Hinder their feeble efforts to stop Azaroth’s plan. Zuul had a posse of imps at his command that would do the job nicely.
    “And Zuul?” Azaroth’s voice faded to an icy whisper.
    “Yes, my king?”
    The shadows drifted away, but Azaroth’s voice echoed deep in Zuul’s bones. “Defy me, and I’ll lock you in a fleshless prison for eternity, with nothing but numbness for company.”
    Zuul’s bladder let go, and he crawled to his knees in terrified tears and stumbled away.

CHAPTER 4
    The woman fell, and Luniel caught her in his arms.
    His mind stumbled. That gloryflash would only stun her. Her bullet couldn’t harm him. The wound had already healed, only a bloody smear left on his shirt. It didn’t matter. She’d shot him, calm and determined, though she obviously feared him. At the end, she’d understood what he was. He’d seen it in her lovely honey-dark eyes: blankness, then recognition, then amazement and distrust.
    And now he held her, her lithe female body warm against his chest, and her cool dark hair spilled over his arms and her scent made him drunk on forbidden memory and he didn’t know what to do. Surely, someone had heard that gunshot, would come to help her. But no one had. The place was empty. They were alone.
    Ithiel was dead, killed by a demon prince’s sword. A fucking demon prince. Christ. If Ithiel was a Vial Guardian, and the vial was stolen…Lune shuddered. The Apocalypse with Michael at the helm was scary enough. If demons were emptying the vials…
    Catastrophe. Everything prophesied would be perverted. In the Book, the seven plagues cleansed the earth and made way for heaven’s victory in the final battle. If demons twisted Hisholy wrath to their own ends, the opposite would happen. Evil would overrun the earth, and hell would win.
    But first things first.
    Morgan had seen both him and Ithiel uncloaked. Recognized them for what they were. She’d remember, and even with the remnants of his holy powers, he couldn’t trick that away. He should take Ithiel’s body and get rid of this Dr. Morgan Sterling, before she ran screaming to the world that she’d seen an angel.
    But for some reason, he didn’t want to let her go. Her heartbeat raced lightly against his chest. It made his skin tingle into bumps, his feathers springing alive. Her breasts felt so soft and full. Her legs were so long and shapely in sheer smoky stockings, covered to the knee by that prim office skirt, but luscious. And she smelled so good, lab chemicals and soap, yes, but underneath, a dusting of glimmer-sweet perfume over the hot musky scent of female skin and sex.
    He bent closer, sniffing, and a growl simmered in his throat. So delicious. He hadn’t held a human woman like this—one who wasn’t dead or screaming—in centuries. He’d forgotten how…tempting they were. And this one was exquisite. He’d seen her look at him, appreciation firing her gaze. Maybe he could just…
    No. Get rid of her, Lune. Kill her while she’s still going to a good place, and get out of here. You know what happens if you get involved.
    But his body reacted, blood pumping hot and hard between his legs, and the ache of longing in his flesh wouldn’t