"You can't do this!" Penemue wailed. "First you take Azure away, and then you close down the entire Grand Library?!"
"Precisely," Kushiel said coldly as Inquisitors scurried around him and Penemue, roping things off and barring doors. "This order came from your Father and is done for your own safety." This was not a lie. After the false information Kushiel had fed Jehovah about Azure, Jehovah had become deeply concerned about the library and whether Penemue was safe there. Eventually, He decided that He had to order to close it down and investigate it for signs of tampering by Chaos cultists.
"But this place is my life!" Penemue protested. "My apartment's in here!"
"My agents are examining your possessions as we speak," Kushiel said. "Assuming they are deemed safe, they will be shipped to a suite of rooms in the Royal Palace. Your Father wants you near Him during this crisis."
Penemue buried her face in Josh's chest and sobbed. "It'll be okay, sweetie..." Josh said, not sounding too sure himself.
"Show them out, gentlemen," Kushiel ordered. Ten burly inquisitors escorted Josh, Penemue, and the remaining staff out of the Grand Library. Penemue watched sadly as the door slammed shut and magical seals appeared on it. Penemue knew those seals. As long as they were up, only inquisitors could enter the Grand Library.
Inside the library, Semyaza grinned in elation at the turn of events. God ordering Kushiel to seize the Grand Library gave Semyaza access to Heaven's largest source of Chaos Grimoires. The restricted section was his to plunder! This place was a candy store for a Chaos sorcerer like Semyaza. His friend Beelzebub would be pleased.
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The nameless demon who had once been Jahi Morningstar flew over the desert on her moth wings. She wondered who she had been and why those cultists had taken her. Was she someone special? Why couldn't she remember? She snapped out of her thoughts when she realized that she had been flying aimlessly all night. She needed to rest.
The nameless demon spotted a large, hollow-looking black tree growing out of the sand. She swooped down to claim the shelter. Once she landed, she found it was already taken. Gathered around a campfire were a human soul dressed like a Catholic priest and a cat-headed angel with butterfly wings. What strange creatures to find together!
"Hello, stranger," said the priest. "Welcome to our humble camp. I'm Father Patrick Murphy, and this is my friend Lucy. Care to join us for breakfast? We made honey-dipped locusts."
"I am really hungry..." the nameless demon said, sitting down and filling a bowl.
"So, what brings you to our tree?" asked Father Patrick.
"I was kidnapped by some kind of cult," she said. "They tried to summon this horrible thing into me." She felt her empty belly, assuming it was because of hunger. She could not consciously remember the sacrifice of her unborn child, but her soul still subconsciously mourned it deeply.
"We also escaped from those horrible people," Lucy said with a shudder. "I guess that makes us all one big family."
"I agree," smiled Father Patrick. "What's your name?"
"I... I don't remember," sighed the nameless demon. "They did something to my memory when they tried to put the monster inside me."
"You actually look a little familiar," Lucy shrugged. "You look a lot like someone Lamashtu had over for coffee once."
"Lamashtu?" asked the nameless demon. "That name sounds like it should mean something."
"She owned me," Lucy sighed. "She stole me from London and forced me to be her slave-wife,"
"Then perhaps I should try to NOT remember her," the nameless demon scoffed. "The last night has left me with little patience for kidnappers."