Know Me By Name

KAYLEE'S POV 1885

A feeling I hadn't felt since my Fall bloomed in my chest. So much of me hoped it was Matthew, but his name had faded black on my chest long ago. With a sigh, I rubbed at my chest. Why was this feeling here?

Someone knocked on my door before I could fall too deeply into thought. "Kaylee, the Roses are gathering."

I nodded at the new werewolf, Dan. "I'll be right down."

Noise immediately assaulted my ears as I came down the stairs. There was so much commotion, I assumed something had happened. Man may have tried contacting them again. If that was the case, I knew they wanted to fight back somehow.

"James," my voice rang out over the sounds. "What is going on?" I felt that strange tug again, like Matthew was nearby.

The warlock looked at me. "Something big. We need to go to the Council's chamber. There are too many prying eyes and ears here, dear."

The four members of the Council entered a hidden room, and I followed after them. Somehow I managed to be a part of who they were. It's not like I could do much though. Most of my powers were gone.

When they were seated, all eyes turned to me. Again, I had no idea how I had become their leader. Everything I once was had been taken from me in the Fall. It sometimes was terrible, but at least the Roses cared for me.

"Would anyone like to explain what's going on?" I asked, staring at each of the Roses in turn.

Brian and James did not meet my eyes when I turned to them. I could only assume they were the reason we were all here. Of course it was the warlock and the werewolf; those two were always getting into trouble I had to get them out of.

"Brian, anything?"

The werewolf's chocolate eyes met mine and then glanced down at his hands. "I think you should ask James. None of us needed or wanted to get involved in this. Much like with you, James just dragged the rest of the Roses in."

For the past few years that had been his attitude with me. If it were up to Brian, I would be turned to the humans to be dealt with. They all hated angels for not helping them after the devil left them here on Earth to rot. And I could understand that to an extent. Angels... we were a snooty bunch.

"Watch how you speak, werewolf." Jonathan looked over at him. "Kaylee has helped us more than we ever could on our own."

"Let's not argue," James said. As usual, he was the voice of reason. "Kaylee, we found something very interesting. I think we need your help with it."

James held out a bundle of blankets to me. An eyebrow cocked at his motion as I reached for the blankets. The bundle was heavier than I expected. As I opened it, my heart jumped and burned a little. Inside was a baby... my baby.
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The brimstone smell had long faded away. Lucifer had hoped against hope that when that smell faded, Matthew would come to her. She knew better than anyone that the most painful thing of all was losing a part of you. Matthew had lost not one, but two things vitally important to him.

Lucifer knew better than most what losing a piece of yourself meant. Falling had ruined her, but it had also allowed her to be her true self. Matthew needed that release; he need to Fall. If Death joined her Horsemen, she could take her revenge.

"Satan, my lord." Mecurial appeared. "Lilith comes bearing news. She has been hurt badly."

Shortly after his announcement, Lilith appeared covered in blood. Her face was coated in blood, dripping down her cheek and neck. Her eyes were swollen shut from whatever had happened to her first demon.

Satan stared at her greatest warrior in confusion. Lilith was fierce; no one could actually harm her. With a cocked eyebrow, the devil waved a hand and Lilith's wounds disappeared.

"What happened?" Satan asked. Her demons rarely, if ever, failed.

Lilith looked at her master. "I got into it with a pack of Mecurial's werewolves. No one has heard from the wolves in years. The vampires haven't been seen in months. The Nephilim and the warlocks are always silent, so I went looking into it.

"Let's just say I didn't get very far because the wolves sensed me! Apparently demons have a very distinct scent. Luckily, so do the werewolves. And there was a very, very distinct scent on these ones."

Lucifer crossed her arms. "And what smell was that?"

"Yours."

Notes

Part one of many! This one is a long fucking chapter in my written book. Enjoy loves!