The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)

by Alix E. Harrow

“Well, she is my Devil now.”

And you found you did not mind being a devil, so long as you were his.

But it was no dream. When you die, little Devil, a kingdom will fall to its knees and crawl to your bier. In a thousand years and a thousand after that, they will still sing of the Prince and his Devil.

You grew strong over those years, and fast, until your body was no longer something you wore but something you wielded, and Lord, what a weapon it became.