CHAPTER 43

Present... Devil's realm 'She's still not awake?" Miranda asked, walking to the healer who towered over Genevieve's limp body, that laid on the bed. 'Her pulse is extremely low and she has been slipping in and out of consciousness." He said, picking up her arm and using two of his fingers to place on her vein. 'I really hope it wasn't a waste of time and energy, sneaking her lifeless body from Lucifer's trash can." She cringed in disgust, recalling the amount of torn out limbs and body parts and even souls she had to rummage through, to find Genevieve's body. She admired how strong Genevieve was, to still have survived after receiving such torment from the prince of pride. 'If she doesn't wake up before night fall, dump her body for the dogs of hell to feed on." Miranda instructed her guard, as she got to the door of the room. 'Wait." The shaman called back Miranda. 'I think she's trying to wake up." Miranda walked back to the bed she laid. 'I hope this isn't