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“Oh, come now, Addy. You won’t need those. I’m far too powerful for them to have any effect.”

I whipped my head in the direction of the muffled but familiar voice. Lucifer stood nearby, flanked by several of his lieutenants. He was right. I hated how right he was, but there was no sense in denying it, or taking pot shots to piss him off further.

“What the fuck do you want?” I demanded.

His eyes blazed at the insult in my tone.

“I want Tabbris to have precisely what I have, which is not what I wanted!”

Someone had shown up behind me, because before I could even send up a prayer, they clocked me with a massive blow to my helmet. I wasn’t going to die, but it was a tough enough blow that the last thing I remembered was the pavement rushing toward my facemask.

My last thought was when the fuck is this shit gonna stop?

The most likely answer?

Never.