"No," she says, her shoulders shaking. "No, this isn't-- the book only has part of it. It's so much worse. I'm so much worse than that. I'm not just the Herald of Hell. I don't just bring the Apocalypse." She's rocking herself, but she won't look up at him, not yet, not until she has a better feeling that she won't break her lines.
"My real father is Lucifer, Charlie. I touched the book and I dreamed, like I did the other time, and I can feel it. I'm the daughter of the devil. And I did it, I brought the Apocalypse like I was supposed to. I'm not chancing it again."
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"My real father is Lucifer, Charlie. I touched the book and I dreamed, like I did the other time, and I can feel it. I'm the daughter of the devil. And I did it, I brought the Apocalypse like I was supposed to. I'm not chancing it again."