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“The Prophecy is not ours. It is the property of history. As it was foretold, so it shall be. First as the future, then as the present when the time is nigh. And after that, with recording, it shall be the sacred past, the saving of the species, the end of the war.”
What if I can’t believe it, he amended. “You assume destiny requires your permission to exist.”
Jim Heron, the fallen angel, was in Heaven now, forever apart from her—and forever not alone. He was with that little, irrelevant girl, Sissy, who he stupidly gave a shit about, and his eternity with that mealy-mouthed pathetic made Devina want to destroy the earth itself. And then start on the rest of the galaxy.
“You know, I think I’m going to go keto.” “As opposed to what?” Syphon asked. “Atkins.” “What’s the difference? “One you eat meat, and the other… you eat meat.”
He was hers to command, and if she wished to take his life here and now, he would willingly give his mortal coil unto her. No matter how much it hurt or what his suffering was, it would be a good death, one he had long deserved. Because this female, who captivated his black soul as surely as if she held his beating heart in her palm, would be the one killing him.
“With everything I am, and all that I will ever be, I swear, I will come back to you.”
