Infernal God (Claimed By Lucifer Book 3) by Elizabeth Briggs (good books for 7th graders .txt) 📗

Her words cut deep into me, and I stared after her as she joined another group of fae with her back to me.

Even Damien looked shocked and horrified by his grandmother's comments. "I'm sorry. I asked her to come with me to this meeting, but I didn't realize she would react that way upon seeing you."

"It's not your fault." I sighed, and tried now to show how much it bothered me. Demeter had always been a difficult mother, and some things never changed. After all, she'd made Lucifer agree to that ridiculous deal that had forced me to spend half my time in Hell and half my time here in Faerie, even though I'd been a grown adult who could make my own decisions about my life. To call her an overbearing parent was putting it lightly.

All thoughts of my mother vanished when the man who'd led us here held up a thin, silver fanfare trumpet, which he began to blow as soon the doors opened to admit us. I stepped inside the throne room first, walking down a long white carpet with my entourage behind me. In here there were even more guards in full armor, along with more nobles in long gowns or elegant suits who studied us with haughty looks.

The man we’d followed in bowed deeply from the waist. “Presenting Queen Hannah of the demons, along with her guests.”

High King Oberon sat on a wide stage on a huge throne of tooled gold and silver designed by some of the finest craftsmen in Faerie. Exquisite metal vines twisted together so that it looked like the king was sitting on a chair made of plants and flowers, yet he managed to lounge as if he was completely relaxed. Behind him were huge windows looking out at the sky, with a stunning view of much of Faerie below it.

The most powerful fae of all time focused his eyes on me, while my group bowed low to him. I nearly bowed too, and then remembered that I was his equal now. Above his pointed ears was a crown done in the same style as his throne, and he had long black hair and cold eyes, with an expression that somehow looked both bored and cruel all at once.

"It's been a long time," he said to me in his haughty voice. “I preferred you as Persephone, though I do enjoy the irony of you being an angel now. And Demon Queen, no less.”

It took all my self-control not to roll my eyes. Was everyone in this realm stuck on the idea of me as Persephone? Yet while I might have changed, Oberon was still the same asshole as always.

Though I did notice one change from my previous life—there was no throne beside him anymore. I'd recently learned that my aunt, his wife, Titania, was dead, and most believed that Oberon was responsible. She was my mother's older sister and a powerful fae queen, but she'd been unable to produce children, and in Oberon's desperation to have a son and heir, he had many affairs. In retaliation, she cursed him to only have daughters. The rumor was that for many years he'd tried everything to break the curse, but when nothing worked, he'd killed Titania in a fit of rage. I believed it. The man was evil. Unfortunately, I had to play nice while in his realm.

I gritted my teeth behind my tight, closed-lipped smile. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. As you saw in my message, Lucifer has recently escaped the confines of Heaven."

"You mean War," Oberon corrected. "I suspect there is little left of Lucifer in there."

"We'll see about that." My fingernails bit into my palms as I forced myself to keep my cool. "He wants to start a war that will encompass all the realms, including Faerie. He must be stopped—and we believe the only way to do so is to use another Elder God."

A few shocked gasps went up around the throne room before it fell into deathly silence once more. Oberon straightened at my words and curved his hands over the arms of his throne. "You wish to release Famine."

"We do, yes."

He tilted his head as he considered. "Releasing one Horseman to stop another is a risky gamble. Still, Famine hates War, so you may have some success if you wish them to battle it out. But then what do you do with the winner? Or the loser, for that matter?" He stroked his chin. "There might be another way to save Lucifer."

"What is it?" I asked, unable to hide my eagerness. I’d searched all the books for any other solution, but hadn’t come across anything viable, but perhaps Oberon had knowledge even more ancient than I could access.

"If someone is possessed by an Elder God, that person can wage the battle inside themselves—an internal fight to defeat the god and take their powers.” He raised his eyebrows. “Only a few people would be strong enough to do such a thing, but Lucifer is one of them.”

My heart sank. “Except he failed."

Belial turned to me. "He only failed because he lost all his memories of you, so he didn't want to fight War. He has no reason to wish for peace without you."

"He's right," Damien said. "You were always the one to calm Father, from the very beginning."

Kassiel nodded. "And it's because of you that he ended the war with the angels at all."

A tiny ray of hope fluttered in my chest again. "So if we could get his memories back, he might be able to fight War and defeat him. But he sacrificed those memories—how would we get them back?"

No one seemed to have an answer for that.

Oberon waved a lazy hand. "Perhaps it's impossible. You may have to trap the Horsemen again in tombs, as we did in the old times. Or you could always try to send them to Void."

Void—the realm where all the Elder Gods lived. It was completely sealed