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MY BROTHERS (MEANING THE archangels, not those other pathetic creatures that dared to still claim our blood relations with them) and even Brayden himself may have been a little skeptical of my ability to succeed, but I was never worried. I knew that good things would come to me in the end.
What I didn’t expect, though, was for those good things to come in the form of the Defect falling straight into my trap. I mean, I of course gave her that dream the night before in hopes of shaking her up a little bit and drawing her closer to me, but I never thought she would actually come to the White City.
With that curse of hers, I was convinced there was never someone quite as foolish as the Defect clearly was.
I was standing in the Celestial Palace throne room with the six prisoners, watching as they all sat on the floor with blood, bruises, and scratches all over their faces. I no longer had any use for them and I probably could have sent them back to their cells a while ago now, but I didn’t. I still wanted to marvel at my mens’ work... plus, it was kind of fun to watch Satan squirm whenever he looked up at the mural on the ceiling.
I looked up when I heard dainty footsteps coming towards the throne room. I knew they were coming from the Defect - I’d already seen her coming from my fortune mirror that was hanging in my bedroom - but what I didn’t expect was to hear eight - no, nine... no, fourteen separate other pairs of footsteps following close behind hers. I gaped as the shadows drew closer and looked to the Hunters and Satan, who were all smirking at me.
“I told you, Gavin,” Satan hissed, “You will never win because there is one thing that I have over you: a real family that would never dream of turning their backs on each other.”