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Chapter Forty-two

Frorunts and screaainst metal

Wake up

Wake up, child

There was a voice inside her head A sending

A voice she had heard before

She opened her eyes Her ra Van Alen was clad in white raiolden sword in her hands For htfully yours

Stunned, Schuyler took the sword Once she did, the iraCoht, suddenly afraid But a desperate yell froht her back to the present

She looked up and sarence locked in a fierce struggle with his adversary His sword fell to the ground Above hiht it was blinding, like looking into the sun It was the Lightbringer The Morningstar

Her blood froze

Lucifer

"Schuyler!" Oliver’s voice was hoarse "Kill it!"

Schuyler raised her , pale, deadly shaft Raised it in the direction of the eneht and thrust her weapon toward its heart

And ain his weapon, and it was his blade that found itsblood everywhere

They had won

Schuyler sank to the ground in relief

But then careat crack in the sky, the sound of the heavens splitting open, the roaring, deafening sound of thunder Then the statue was broken in two Its very foundations shattered There was a deep ruan to shake and split into two

"What’s happening?" Schuyler screahty demon with crihed a deep boo spear, pinned Lawrence to the ground, where he lay

Chapter Forty-three

The deered over to where her grandfather had fallen To where he lay so still, his eyes wide open "Grandfather" Schuyler cried "Oliver, do so!" she said as she tried to staunch the flow of dark sapphire blood that spilled froated hole in the middle of Lawrence’s chest