It all felt surreal.
They were together.
At last.
Finally.
The conversation Beleth had with Lucifer just before he died still rang in his head. He had been the one behind the everything. He said it wasn't because he didn't trust him. He only did it as a precautionary measure. To Beleth's ears it sounded as if he were saying he had very little faith in him.
He looked down in the large king-sized oak four-poster bed his family had been occupying the last few days. Beatrice and their child were sleep soundly.Gone were the worries of old. He no longer wondered if Beatrice truly loved him. He knew the answer to that. Even the witch told him he could only produce offspring with someone if their bond was pure. He also knew she had loved him when he had seen the look of utter betrayal on her face when Michael had revealed the news to her that Beleth had been the one to murder her mother and father.
