Lucy, Fallen by Yolanda Olson Page A

wings. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and he smiled.
    “She left a little something for me I see,” he said mysteriously.
    “What do you mean?” I asked as I stretched my new wings, getting ready to take us up to the Eight Realm again.
    “You have our eyes still,” he whispered.
    “Is that why this place looks so uninviting suddenly?” I asked with a laugh as I glanced around.
    “Now you see what we’ve been seeing,” he replied dryly.
    I laughed and gave him a shove.
    “Thank you my little love,” I said rubbing my belly causing her to move with happiness.
    “Come on,” I said getting behind Deveraux and gripping him by the sides, “We have to go get everyone and head back to the Western Province. Keilyn showed me who the betrayer is.”

Twenty Two
    T he angels were still trying to get used to me having the eyes of a devil more than they were the fact that I was swollen with the child of an Elder devil. I thought it was amusing. Maybe it was because they couldn’t see Keilyn and they could see my eyes.
    Before we had left the Above I had Deveraux speak to Arissa and Hadrian. I wanted them to know that they weren’t in any danger. Of course he had to do it his own way, to let them know that what he did was for their own good, even if he might have slightly overdone it.
    We reached the Western Province in to time. But as Isaiah had said, it looked like a war had been waged in the time that we were all gone. The iron, wrought gates had been knocked down and the small village and even Deveraux’s home looked like they had been leveled by a small Earthquake.
    “Hmph,” he said with a smirk.
    I knew he didn’t care really for what happened here. I didn’t think him to be a material kind of devil, and as an Elder he’d just have to think it and it would be rebuilt again.
    Arissa came over and stood by me protectively.
    “Master Deveraux, I don’t want to step out of my place, but we need to remove Lady Lucy. Now,” she said almost in a panic.
    “What do you see?” he asked her.
    “The Betrayer. He knows we’re here, he knows Lady Lucy is swollen with your child. Master, please! He wants to kill them both. He’s.... he’s killed the Elder of the Eastern Province and means to do the same with you. Let the angels take her away, please! He’s knows we’re here,” she said frantically.
    Dorian put a hand on Arissa’s shoulder, “No harm will come to anyone here. I swear it on my life. I am sworn to protect Lucy and I will do the same for her groom,” he said in his deep voice. “Though you may not ask for my help, I will gladly give you my strength,” he said to Dev.
    “Thank you Dorian. We will work together just fine. Are there any here, who do not wish to stay? You will not be disgraced, but I ask you to leave,” he said to the group.
    Arissa was crying hysterically and Hadrian had his arms wrapped tightly around her asking her if she wanted to leave, but she shook her head.
    “Master Deveraux!” she suddenly shrieked.
    “NO!” I shouted knocking Dev out of the way and landing on him.
    He grunted as he hit the ground and gently rolled me off. As he stood he brought me up with him and we saw Dorian and a number of the angels had formed a solid circle around us. The devils perched themselves all around the angels. The forces around us were solid and deadly. No one was going to take another cheap shot without having to fight their way through them.
    “Ah, the whore angel and the devil return,” an oddly familiar voice said.
    I craned my head trying to see past everyone to see who had just spoken.
    “There’s no point in your returning with your whore, Deveraux. Braxon is dead and the devils of the Eastern Province now pay homage to me. You’re foolishness will cost you your life,” the voice continued.
    Frustrated, I shot up just above Dorian’s head and hovered there. It was Stratus. The devil who had watched me so eerily in the home of Deveraux and the one Arissa had told