Hell On Heels(101)

Chapter 37
 
"What in the name of my homeland am I looking at? And where in the Hell am I?" my father bellowed as he examined the seven foot sequined and feathered statue of himself. "If this is supposed to be me, there will be some asses frying in the Basement tonight."
Through my tears I saw my father and Amanda. The next to arrive was Hayden, followed by Stella, then Elijah. Myrtle, Carl and Janet appeared in a puff of glitter and everyone looked terribly confused.
"What the fuck?" Myrtle gasped and took in the carnage.
"This is certainly one Hell of a decorating job," Stella muttered as she kicked a pile of dust that used to be a Demon.
"Dad," I whispered. My voice was still raw from screaming, but he heard me and so did Hayden.
"Dixie." Hayden ran for me and stopped short when he really saw me. "You have wings," he whispered reverently and knelt down to take me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and let my tears fall freely.
"I see your power finally came in," my father said sardonically as he gently ran his hands through my wings. "You seem to have had some fu. . ." His speech halted when his eyes found Eve. He stood mesmerized and then slowly approached her. "You. Why are you here?" He struggled with the words and I knew without a doubt that Cole had been correct. Satan loved Eve. I had never seen my father at a loss for anything—until now.
"I have failed, Lucifer. Don't look at me," she sobbed and curled into a ball on the hard floor.
"What have you done?" he asked in an awestruck voice I'd never heard.
"Who is she?" Amanda demanded as she sidled up to my father and grasped his arm in possession. Her eyes shot around the room as she tried to ascertain what had happened. Her quick shocked intake of breath was not lost on me as she spotted Cole's dead carcass. Her brain clearly worked fast and she developed another plan.
"I am nothing," Eve choked out. "Nothing."
"That's right—you're nothing," Amanda hissed. "I carry the son of Satan in my body. I will be his queen."
"About that," Satan said silkily as he removed Amanda's claws from his arm. "You'll be nothing of the sort. You'll be lucky if you live through the night."
"What do you mean?" Her voice was shrill and her eyes blinked rapidly. "I carry your child."
"You carry a child. Not my child. Do you take me for a fool?" Satan bellowed and more of the ceiling caved in.
"Look at me." She whimpered and clutched her stomach. "I am round with our baby boy."
My Father stood as still as a statue. His words were clipped and shards of ice dripped from each syllable. "I have lived for millions of years and I have eight children. Only eight children. I am very aware when I impregnate someone and I did not put my seed in you."
"But I don't understand," she blubbered as she dropped to her knees before my Father.
"Oh, but I think you do. I keep my friends close, but my enemies far closer. . .Amanda."
He raised his hands above Amanda. I knew what he was going to do, but it was wrong.
"Stop," I said harshly. "You will not destroy her."
The shock on my father's face would have comical if the situation wasn't so dire. "What did you say?"
"I said do not kill her."
"You think she is innocent?" he hissed.
"No, I don't." I got to my feet and stood toe to toe with Satan. "She is guilty, but the child is not. Give her reprieve until the baby is born and then do with her what you will. . .or give her to me and I will destroy her, but not while she carries an innocent life."
My father stared at me with surprise and wonder. He lifted my chin and kissed my forehead. "As you wish, Balance. As you wish."
Amanda began to crawl from the room, but Elijah froze her with a flick of his hand. Satan gave him a brief nod of approval and let his gaze wander back to the woman that had been the downfall of so many.
"Motherhumpinshitballsonfire," Mother Nature shrieked as she fell from the sky with my grandpa on her back. "Can't I ever get a fucking break? Bill and I were testing out my new spinning sex swing and I catch wind that the Apocalypse is looming." They landed with a thud and Grandpa rolled across the room.
"Dixie has it covered," Satan said with pride as he righted his father and hugged his mother.
"Well, of course she does," Gigi snapped. "She's smarter than the lot of us."
Hayden stepped close and I leaned into his warm comfort. Right now I could care less if I was smarter than anyone. I just wanted a bath—and to take my sister's body to a safe place.
"It was Cole and a horrid Dragon named Rhonda. They planned to use your love for Eve against you and take your life."