“That’s all I need to hear.” Lucifer held up his hand. “I’ll have one of my minions look into it. You’re welcome.”

I lifted my brows as I stared at him. “And once we find where he is or are able to lead him out, how are you going to kill him?”

“How are we going to kill him is what you mean,” he corrected. “Two of us could get it done, but it will be a lot easier with the three of us, which is probably why they let you Fall and keep your grace.”

We already knew that was the case, but I asked, “And how do the three of us do this?”

“All I need to do is remove his heart, and then his head would need to be severed at the same moment the chamber where his heart once was is pierced with grace.”

I stared at him.

“That’s all?” Zayne repeated.

Lucifer nodded. “All three things have to be done as simultaneously as possible. You’ll have seconds to remove his head and pierce his chest before his body regenerates his heart. By the way.” Lucifer started to turn as he looked at Roth. “You’re out of Pop-Tarts. I need more.”

Roth glared at his retreating back. “I don’t even know where he got those Pop-Tarts. Neither of us bought them.”

“Cayman,” Layla said, glancing over her shoulder. Lucifer had made his way back to the living room. “His minions?”

“He likes words like that.” Roth tapped his fingers off the table. “Well, now we know how to kill Gabriel.”

We did, and it sounded a little impossible. And it sounded like completely impossible if we didn’t have Lucifer, because how in the world would Zayne and I been able to pull that off? Maybe that was why the biblical end times hadn’t kicked off...yet. God knew we needed Lucifer’s help.

“Whether any of his contacts will be useful, who knows,” Roth went on. “I’d be surprised if he can stop watching Supernatural long enough to even contact anyone.”

“I wish I had his life right now,” I murmured, placing my mug on the table. “I know God hasn’t been all that hands-on, but to think that God would allow Earth to just be contaminated?”

“Hard to believe, right?” Roth rubbed his palm along his jaw. “But free will. It’s a bitch.”

“How is that free will, though?” I reasoned. “If Gabriel’s grace and his Glory is like an infection that corrupts people, how does free will come into play?”

“Good question.” Zayne squeezed my shoulder. “That can’t be free will. It sounds like a violation of it.”