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“I guess you could say it is,” he said, then paused. He was still unsure about speaking in front of the demons—I could see the apprehension on his face, in his bright eyes. “I’ve been talking with Azrael, and I have a plan.”
“That was quick,” said Hekata.
“Time is of the essence,” said Micah. “We don’t have a moment to lose.”
I nodded. “What did you discuss with Azrael?”
Micah took a deep breath. “We’re going to turn Helena into a trap.”
I frowned. “Helena? Do we have enough time?”
“I don’t know. Medrion had to fly to get to us, but Lucifer has the power to just… be wherever he wants to be. He could show up at any second.”
“Then this conversation is pointless,” said Missolis. “You should already be working on your plan.”
“And I am,” Micah continued. “I’ve already put things into motion, swift hands are hard at work drawing the sigil as we speak.”
“Sigil?” I asked.
“First, the entire courtyard needs to be covered in angelic runes so that it can contain Lucifer’s energy. One final sigil then needs to be drawn into the ground—that’s where we’ll trap Lucifer. Once we have him, the trap will trigger and it’ll send us to Heaven. More specifically, directly to the mouth of the Pit.”
I shook my head. “Hold on a second. Back to Heaven? What are you talking about?”
“I can get myself, Lucifer, and several of us into Heaven if this trap works.”
“How? When did this happen?”
“I told you, I’ve been working on my abilities since you left. Turns out I can do quite a few things now that I… regret not being able to do sooner.”
A darkness crept across his otherwise bright eyes. I watched him glance up to the unlit beacon, and I could tell he was thinking of Helena, and how she died in our arms.
“In my defense, I didn’t leave,” I said. “I was thrown into Hell.”
“No one’s blaming you for what happened.”
“No one’s blaming you, either.”
My words lingered, and Micah and I shared a moment of eye contact. He nodded, gently, then took another deep breath. “If we can get Lucifer back to the mouth of the Pit, I may be able to incarcerate him.”
“May?” asked Missolis. “Forgive me if I don’t trust the abilities of a cherub compared to the first angel.”
“Don’t forget, Cassiel—we came before you did, and our powers were infinitely stronger. We were simply forbidden from using them outside of God’s direct commands.” Micah paused. “Lucifer is powerful, but the trap should drain just enough of his energy that I should be able to overpower him.”
“You have said should twice, cherub,” said Hekata. “Do you question your own abilities?”
“Everything about this is experimental and theoretical. It should work.”
“I hate to ask,” I said, “but then what?”
“What do you mean?” asked Micah.
“Moving past the part where apparently you have the power to get yourself, Lucifer, and several of us back into Heaven without needing a ton of Light—I assume. Say we trap Lucifer, send him to Heaven, and clap him in irons. What do we do next?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead. Right now, my only goal is to contain Lucifer.”
“He’s the only one who can fix Heaven and by extension fix Earth. He’s hardly going to do that once we make him our prisoner.”
“Except he might,” said Hekata. “If he’s your prisoner, then you’ll have leverage over him. For example, you can offer to torture him a little less in exchange for his cooperation.”
