Chapter 52 Unforeseen Circumstances

The information Lucifer had given Faelon wasn't sitting right with him. Instead of stressing about it, he continued to stir the chicken soup and kept his faith in Atlas to figure it all out. He had prepared a simple meal for the sick angel. Capturing a bit of the broth in a spoon he blew on it before offering a taste to Gian. Opening his mouth wide, Gian smacked his lips and nodded with a grin.

"I can eat that but grandma said that I also need to drink a little blood. Are you going to give me your pinky?" He asked bluntly. Taken back by his son's brazenness, Faelon chuckled.

"Yes scamp, you can feed from my pinky just let me wash it first," he replied in good humor. Gian nodded and told him that he was going to get the other guy and tell him dinner was finished. Washing his hands in the kitchen sink, Faelon felt the overwhelming feeling that he should go visit Atlas. When Phil came into the kitchen he looked a hundred percent better than he had.

"Can you keep an eye on my boy while I