GENRE: Urban Fantasy
His girlfriend's soul is the only thing holding the veil between Hell and Earth in place, but Jax can't stop at just rescuing her and leaves her with Lex for safekeeping while he searches for the man who orchestrated everything.
"Well," Lex said, his black wings framing him as he stood in the corridor. "I knew we'd be different. But this, this is certainly unexpected."
I shoved off the wall. "Tell me about it. Is she safe?"
"Oh c'mon, Jax. She's already dead. Angel feathers in cocaine, you have to admit it's genius. Get 'em high and let 'em die and not lift a finger to kill them."
"You," I laughed, "You're Morgan. Everything, Meredith, Aleaktra, the wings It was all you. And Nikki, where the f*** is she?" My sword found my hand, my fingers tightening with a death grip.
"Glad you're finally able to keep up," he quipped, hands flexing. "Turning Aleaktra was fun. Who knew you'd trade mortality for a tramp like that." He laughed. "Killing Meredith was a hard one. She played so well with Malachi. So repressed and angry, that one. I had high hopes for him but you spoiled those."
I lurched across the room. Lex's swords flared into existence. Mine met the V of his two blades with a clash, inches from his face.
"I always wondered if the Left and Right hand would clap when they met," he sneered and shoved me back. "Guess so."
"Where is she?"
"She's topside, but you'll never make it to her. Her soul's already knocking and when it rises, this place is coming down. There's no stopping it. Her and that little Nephilim abomination growing inside her are the glue holding the veil."