LXIII

New York, USA (July 2019)

To say that the angels were bewildered to see the werewolves and the incubi assisting them in battle was an understatement. The look on their faces was something worth remembering for ages. But Veronica could not revel in the confusion as she stared, caught up in what was in front of her. Monique, Princess of Envy, was actually heading toward the battlefield, something she had never done before. Veronica wondered what was up. Was it because they were losing? Veronica smirked at the thought of Monique panicking. She was so going to tear the bitch to pieces.

"Leave Monique to me," Veronica announced to no one in particular. She took a tep forward, a few creatures from her legions trailing behind them. But something made her stop. Someone.

"No, this can't be," Veronica murmured. Appearing a few paces beside Monique, with legions of Lust demons behind him, was someone she didn't expect to see. He looked healthier than she had last seen him. As if becoming a