The Anchor

10

"Fourteen more days for the eggs to hatch. I'm sure Percillia will come around soon. She won't leave her eggs to die." He said looking at the eggs that sat still in his lair.

"Hmm. The eggs would have been a great addition to hell."

Trick looked at him. "Lucifer, Lucifer. I'm pretty sure your dumbness is what got you sent out of heaven."

"What do you mean by that?" Lucifer queried with a frown on his face.

"Truly the eggs would have been a great addition, but these eggs are programmed to die if their first sight isn't Percillia. Mama dragon made sure of that before she died."

"Then it's useless then," Lucifer concluded.

Trick shook his head. "Not useless. These are another of mama dragon's descendants, so I'm pretty sure Percillia will make sure her descendants don't go into extinction. It was a promise she made to mama dragon."

"Don't you think there could be a way to reverse mama dragon's curse on her children?" Lucifer asked.

Trick tilted his head at the eggs. "Hmm. Probably. But let's work on finding the location of it, first."

Lucifer nodded. "That sixteen years ago was something else, isn't it? I just wish West ended up here. Birch would have tortured it out of him."

"I'll still always say it, you guys..."

They turned to look at who entered.

"Morrigan. Have you come to blab your nonsense?" Trick asked in a mocking tone.

Morrigan stopped in front of them. "I am the goddess of death, Trick. I can sense it when someone dies no matter where they go, and someone did sixteen years ago. Someone did, and escaped my grasp."

"A dead person in the living. That's nonsense." Lucifer told her.

Morrigan huffed, shaking her head. "You guys really won't listen to me."

"You're crying wolf, Morr." Trick mocked.

Morrigan rolled her eyes and walked out.

"I can't imagine what finding it could bring. Even God won't be able to stop us from creating hell on earth." Trick said with a smirk.

"It's a day I wait impatiently for."

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"Why won't they ever believe me, and do something?" Morrigan grieved.

"Probably because there is no evidence to prove your statement. They're more focused on it."

Morrigan looked at her. "I felt it again, Birch. Yesterday it happened again. Whoever that person is I could feel a side of him or her here, but incomplete."

"Well, that's absurd."

Morrigan nodded. "I know. If only I could see the faces of those who die, but unfortunately I can't." Then she took a huge breath. "A busload of people just died somewhere far."

Birch nodded. "I wonder how many of them will get here."

"Well, they'll pass through judgment first if not the other side, although I'm not sure they'll be many candidates in it."

Birch smirked. "Luckily, hell always get the greatest number."

Morrigan nodded in agreement. "We do."

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"So are you guys ready?" Layla asked excitedly.

Kara smiled, although not understanding the happiness she was portraying. "You can see that we are."

Layla frowned looking at Kara from down to up. She was wearing a simple sky blue knee-length gown with plain sneakers and light makeup on. "But your dressing is so simple."

"I prefer it this way," Kara told her.

"What about Emily? I thought she'll be invited." Zoey asked with furrowed brows since they are both roommates.

"Ugh," Layla grunted in disgust. "You know how she is with her holier than thou attitude."

Kara and Layla nodded getting it.

"Let's go then."

Kara took a deep breath and nodded.

They left her room and met her mom downstairs.

"Where are you guys going?" Nora asked.

"To have fun, mom."

"Ooh, can I go with you?" Sofia asked as they walked up to them.

"No you can't, Sofie. It's strictly twenty-plus." Kara told her.

Sofia rolled her eyes disappointedly. "I just can't wait to get there."

Kara just smiled.

"And you, Kara. You only just crossed twenty." Nora told her.

Kara blinked. "Well, that's why I'm surfing. Because I'm old enough. I'll be safe, so bye!" She immediately rambled. She turned to her friends. "Let's go."

"Ka..."

"Bye, mom!" Kara interrupted and left leaving Nora with a sigh.

"Quit worrying, mom," Sofia told her, and she just nodded without choice.