Over the next few days, I stay by Sol's side 24/7. He comes in and out of sleep quite a few times, coherent enough to understand where he is but not enough it keeps him awake for any amount of time long enough to talk to him. It worries me the longer he stays under but it's obvious him sleeping so much is helping. Eva and I are round the clock on taking care of his wounds and redressing the bandages like we're some kind of two-person medical team. I'm honestly so impressed with her I could cry and kiss the shit out of her. I'm sure once I have a minute to breathe and Sol's finally awake for good I'll do just that because she's been a fucking angel.Around the morning of the third day, Daelic surprises us both with a visit and a duffle full of supplies from Hell. "How is he?" I wipe my hands on one of the only remaining clean hand towels I have left in my house and slide off the edge of my bed. Eva and I had ended up carrying him all the way from the woods t
Six Months Later…"Welcome Brightvale graduates!" the headmaster's voice booms over the crowd. "Today we celebrate the graduation of our top fourteen students! Allow me to introduce them to you all."I feel Eva's hand grasp mine in a tight grip as we both straighten. I smile at the crowd of current students, past graduates, parents, and other attendees. Their faces blur together in a sea of excitement that brims within me. I can't believe I'm finally here, standing in front of everyone like this. It feels like a reality that I never thought could be possible. I search the crowd for the familiar faces of my parents, spotting them tucked in the middle of the second row of bleachers. They're dressed in their usual uniforms, both of them must have just been arriving back from the Embassy. I hadn't gotten a chance to greet them before coming up on stage, but I can tell that they're excited to see me standing up here.I'd told them very little about my strugg
"When Lucifer Fell,He did not do so alone.And from this perverse covenant sprang forth LegionAnd all of Heaven Wept."~ The Book of Lost DaysLilith 1:1 "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession—!"The confessional booth in Our Mother's Merciful Tears was cramped at best. I had to contort myself in a manner most unnaturally and painfully to continue servicing Father Jacobs, as per requisite as a freshly ordained Magdalena under the Order of the Knights Templar, Iscariot division. I did so with the tact one might expect of a demon hunter in my position, but that didn't mean I enjoyed it.For one, the demon was taking far too long.And second, it was the day of my sister's wedding, which was reason enough to be sore.As the eldest of seven daughters, it was considered…improper to not be married at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, and definitely a subject to be pitied according to the women around me. The fact that, my
"In bellis gerimus, pugnas vincimus.In victoria surgemus, pro pace defendimus.Sanguine ligamur, in familiis ligamur.Sicut lupi in iumentis, simul equitamus." "In the wars, we wadge are the battles we win.In victory, we rise for the peace we defend.In blood we are bound, in families, we are tied.Like wolves in the pack, together we ride."~ The Lovell Family MottoWritten on the Crest of Wolves located on the Family Manor,Sleepy Hallow, NY "Jonathan, can you hear me?"My brother-in-law's pale brown eye's dilated, which was a good sign. That meant the hypnotic suggestion was working. Father Jacobs had given me a wide berth of space once I'd dealt with the demon, so I knew the man wouldn't really object to this necessary step in the witness process.Especially not when he had his hands full with a hysterical Mr. and Mrs. Lyle.I'd been reduced to wearing some leftover clean clothes from the lost and found while the Sisters of Our Mother's Merciful Tears we
Remmy's POV "As the Heavenly Host wept for their lost BrethrenThe Angel of Storms had raged aloneFor he would never accept the FallenAs ever being truly lost."~ The Book of Lost DaysAdo, 11: 1 "You stink!" Rainwater, cold from a long night's wait, collected in a dirty tin, splashed me in the face. "Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!""I'm not a bum, areshole." My legs were stiff, locked still in the kneeling position I'm struggling to get out off. The man, a butcher by the look of his filthy smock, kicked a can in my direction intending to hit me. A gust from my hidden wings was my only saving grace. "All right! I'm getting up, no need to be a dick about it!""Why don't you get a fucking job, you slob!" He tossed a dirty dish rag at me, trying to get me to rise quicker than my legs wanted. His lack of compassion shouldn't have stung, but it did. What little grace I still had left in me ached at the lack of goodwill towards his fellow man. Even if I was not a
Nadya's POV "Come on, let us have a taste, sweetheart! I won't bite—MUCH!"Coming boldly into Gehenna like this without any family or fellow Templari for backup had clearly been a mistake. Even if I did find Jonathan passed out in a blood fountain not too far from the south exit."I would rather you didn't…" It took every ounce of strength I had to hold her top arms away from myself, the second set flailed behind her, the angle too awkward to get a proper grip on me. "Seems like I might end up regretting it."The demoness had pinned me to a table, her body stretched out over mine, backward feet hooked over my heeled boots to keep me in place. The General of Lust wiggled her forked tongue at me, rolling it in a way that was meant to be suggestive. I mean, it was! Save for the leonine press of her mouth, which was odder than a true detriment, she was gorgeous. Drop dead sultry-eyed with a body that reminded me of mid-20th century pin-up girls: buxom and leggy."Come on
Remmy's POV "Later!" Abezethibod threw the table from the pair of us as the redheaded woman squared herself like she was about to get into a fistfight. With a General of Hell. She was either wildly overestimating herself, or she was more powerful than I'd anticipated. With her Grace, I was hoping it was the latter than the former, otherwise, she was in for a rude awakening of the life-ending variety. "I hope you know how to fight!"I scoffed at that, and the tingle of Grace still left in my reserves found upon my pride."I think I'll manage just fine," I said drily, removing my overcoat and sweatshirt so I was left in my t-shirt and jeans. The redhead woman looked at me like I was missing a few screws as I calmly folded my clothes and left them at the bar behind us. Well, she was a judgmental little thing, wasn't she?"You a warlock or something?" She dodged to her left, avoiding Abezethibod's tail strike, the leather whip leaving grooves longer than the man's current body
Remmy's POV "Fuck me, please," her voice went straight to my aching cock as she kissed a line up my neck and along my jaw, sharp blood-red nails scratching under the threadbare cotton of my t-shirt. "I know you'd give it to me good, gorgeous."She was under duress, you dip-shit! Here you were, getting hard at the prospect of a mortal wanting you, and she was suffering the magical backlash of her own powers. She'd been demon-roofied, and you were fighting the urge of wanting to get your dick wet. Embarrassing! What kind of angel was I?Maybe Michael was right, and we were a disgrace to the Host. It certainly felt like it at this moment."Oh," her hand cupped the bulge in my jeans, and I had to resist the urge to buck in order to grab her by her wrists to ward off her attack. "Big boy is a BIG fucking boy.""Thank you." And now I was puffing up like a prideful idiot, you absolute buffoon. "But we should really be getting you home, Miss…?""Nadya, Nadya Simmons." She