Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Broken King, The Lost Princess The soil of Eden was never meant to taste the copper tang of celestial blood. Levistus clawed through the vibrant mosses and damp peat with his bare hands, his movements frantic and animalistic. He ignored the way the soil forced its way beneath his fingernails, the way the coarse earth tore at his cuticles until his own blood mingled with the dark loam. He dug with the desperation of a man trying to bury his own soul.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Rage Unleashed Pain, sharper and deeper than the frozen shards of Stygia, carved through Levistus’s chest as he lowered Benzosia’s body onto the mosses. The weight of her—usually so light, so ethereal—felt like a mountain of lead in his arms. He laid her at the foot of her favorite tree, the silver-leafed willow that had always seemed to bow in her presence. Its branches wept in silence, the only sound the frantic, ragged thrum of his own heart. With tre

Chapter thirty-seven: rat snitch bas “That was pointless, Levistus.” Bas watched, shocked, as Asmodeus’s Queen wilted in the arms of Lord Levistus, a long practiced embrace judging by how comfortable the other man was holding her. He flattened himself against the wall, listening to their exchange, keeping them just visible enough he could watch. “Not entirely. Lucifer gave you his book and it’s probably the most complete listing of your direct siblings in existence.” “He’s t