Lucifer's Redemption
An old friend, Hermes, sat on the couch holding parchment and quill, taking notes.
“We are being questioned by Hermes to make this a quick process for Zeus,” father explained as I sat Uriel on my lap. She yawned, putting her head just under my neck. Surely she didn’t rest while she dreamed. She was running for her life and fighting the darkness that tried to eat her alive.
“Have either of you seen Hera or Michael recently?” Uriel’s eyebrow raised but she swiftly shook her head.
“Why? Are they not at home?” Hermes sighed, pinching his nose. He was a playful god. There were too many times I heard of him playing tricks of father and mother, especially one involving a red bathing suit that had f
Hot Chapters