Thank you for reading! I managed to finish this while I worked overnight, but I work the next 4 nights, all 12 hour shifts, so I likely won't be able to have the next chapter posted until Saturday (it's currently Tuesday morning where I am).
With Damon and my army in tow, I portal immediately to where the wards are weakest to allow demons entry to and from the realm. This is where they'll strike. Father is waiting there for me, his face grave. Whatever he's discovered, it isn't good. He meets my gaze and speaks before I can ask him for an update. "They've deteriorated and taken over one of the villager's minds. They heard the announcement the second we made it. They'll attack at any moment," he says bluntly, his face all business and ice-cold rage. My lips part as I take in his words. That would be Jeremiel's handiwork. The angels' army is like a web, their minds open to one another and constantly sending all information back to their central. Each one of the High Guards serves as said central, commanding a large chunk of each branch, and all the High Guards have the ability to form that pathway in another's mind. At baseline, demon genetics would fight against it like an illness, but if their physical form is weak eno
Damon is still tense as I portal us to the door leading to my room. I hesitate momentarily before remembering I allowed him to be in here before; there's no point in acting territorial now. I let out a breath before I open the door and begin to lead him into the bathing chamber, where I keep my bandages and wound cleaning kits.“Holy hell, I must have been too distracted the last time I was in here to notice the amount of books in here,” he states, looking around at my walls“They’re kind of hard to miss, don’t you think?” I tell him with a raised browThe entire wall behind my bed, from top to bottom, was bookshelves built into the wall, and they were overstuffed, same with the wall adjacent to that, where my oversized reading chair sat. “I suppose I wasn’t entirely focused on your taste in interior design the last time I was here,” he teases with a grin. “although I didn’t know you read,” he adds in as we enter the bathing chamber, and I begin to pull out the needed supplies.
This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :) Seth and I are guarding the side door of this decrepit warehouse, hoping to Hades these slimy bloodsuckers try to sneak Amara out this exit. It didn’t appear that there were any other exits, but that means nothing. My castle has twelve secret pathways leading in and out of my city. Luck seems to be on our side as I see the door open. Immediately, my power starts to rumble to life, ready to destroy the people keeping my sister prisoner. Seth readies himself as the door opens, and two vampires come out, both their arms around a deathly ill-looking Amara. My power goes completely dormant like a switch’s flick as musk, patchouli, and mahogany reaches my nostrils. I freeze, my eyes widening as red ey
I won’t scream, I won’t cry, I won’t beg for mercy. I tell myself this repeatedly, but I don’t listen to myself as I break the cuffs free and grab my hair, screaming and crying for them to stop. They don’t stop; they only laugh as my screams continue; not one single soul but the three vampires around me can hear me. Why can’t anyone hear me? I’ve broken the cuffs free; why don’t I have my powers? Why can’t I stop them? I sink further into myself as I throw my head back and arch my spine as I come for them. I try to scream at myself to stop, not to give them that satisfaction, but there’s no one there. I scream some more as I wa-“Allie cat! Aylin, love, wake up! Wake up! It’s only a dream,” I hear a familiar voice yell as I try to grab onto it and pull myself out of this agony. I scream again, then I feel my body lift up, and my head slams back down before my eyes fly open, and I see my father. This wasn’t abnormal; in the past, there were times I blasted him or Azrael off
I watch her as she practically claws her way out of the room, yet she manages to do it with such grace I’m left in stunned awe. Once she’s out of my sight, my feet follow her, a mind of their own, like an invisible string connecting us. I growl as a guard puts his hand on my shoulder and rips me back before someone speaks, the King of the Underworld-her father. “It’s fine; let him go. She’s more dangerous to him than he is to her anyways,” he tells the guard, who reluctantly undoes my chains. Fuck, I would get defensive if his statement wasn’t entirely true. When I opened my big mouth during that meeting, she looked like she wanted to rip me to shreds with her own two hands and that she would actually enjoy herself while doing it. My own basic sense of self-preservation said it would be a mercy and by far the least painful way to die at her hands. As soon as I’m free again, I go to her, needing her near. Does she even feel the bond? How can she stand to walk away? I couldn’t even
The following day, I’m out as soon as the sun rises with Amara. I have to admit, despite my distaste for Earth, especially its sun, I look forward to this every day. Training was a daily activity of mine; my magic can get volatile if it goes too long without being used, but training with my sister, whom I spent over 20 years waiting to meet and help her with her magic, really and truly brought me great joy. It brought me joy when I helped train Azrael too, but it’s different with Amara. Once she has the extent of her power under control, she’ll easily be able to defeat me; the only reason she hasn’t already come down to skill and practice; I have over 250 years of training on her. Yet there’s no question in my mind that she truly was meant for this power, she learns quickly, and the magic comes naturally to her; I don’t think it will take her much longer to dominate me on the field. When I think back to my own training, the magic-wielding also came to me quickly, but control was alwa
Well, that could have gone worse; at least I'm still breathing. The gaping hole left in my chest after she spewed venom at me and walked away disagreed, but I knew this was coming. Once she's gone, I lay there for another minute looking at the stars, begging them to grant me this one wish. A wish I didn't even know I had; I never imagined myself mated to anyone, let alone someone as divine as Aylin. I had wanted three things in my life: a comfortable and fulfilled life for my family, and then when that was no longer a possibility, to see Silas fall and make the world right for the vampires. But, there was no way I could let her go so easily; I do not know if it was a mercy or a damnation that I was fated to her. Mercy if she one day accepts me, damnation if she doesn't, and I live the rest of my immortal life without her. Fuck, I couldn't even imagine that. I would never be able to look at another woman, even if I did accept her rejection. I would die with her, or I would die alone.
"You going to finally explain to me what the deal is with you and Damon and why you had a shield around your room last night when I came to talk to you?" Azrael says, opening the door to the packhouse for me as we walk towards the dining hall for breakfast after our morning trainingI heave a sigh; he'll find out eventually"He's my mate," I say bluntlyAzrael stops in his tracks, looking at me wide-eyed"I thought so, but hearing it come from your mouth…" his eyes darken. "Want me to kill him?" he saysHe truly would if I said yes, consequences be damned, I snort, shaking my head"No, he's too vital in this war, and after that honor goes to me. The bastard rejected my rejection." I say with a growl, the hatred in me only growing.I didn't want to know if he was the one who led the invasion that night…I knew he was there. It would be a new level of fucked up if he was in the castle…I don't care that he "did what he had to do." Not when it affects my people, not when it almost ruined m