Nadya's POV "Fuck!"The angel—God, that's what he was, wasn't he? This was all sorts of wrong—Remmy yanked back my covers as a man possessed. And, maybe he was. I saw the way his eyes changed, the lightning sparks within intensifying, and he leaned over to kiss me deeply."Zohnivas!" His baritone flattened across my body as Enochian whispers released me from the binding spell he put me under. "Come here, Nadya. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you.""Jesus Christ," I whispered into his soft lips, slightly chapped from the outside. Just the right amount of roughness to have me go limp in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I…I know I should have stopped him, I was still a tad infectious, but that little logical part of me got tossed away to the side from the demon's influence. I wanted him on me, over me, in me. "Please, please touch me!"It didn't take me long to toss away his raggedy little shirt as I rolled out of bed, on my knees. My hands were already skirting a
Remmy's POV I'd royally fucked up.As an angel of the Heavenly Host and former commander of the Third Choir, I could wholeheartedly admit to fucking up on occasion. It seldom happened, but it did happen.Like last night. Last night had been a very bad mistake.A mistake that was currently snoring into my ear with all the gusto of a lumberjack with sinus problems. She should probably get that checked out. But after I left. Way after I left.I knew something was horribly wrong before I realized it was the snoring that woke me up.The bed was a big clue.A California king, it took up almost eighty percent of the room save for a slim nightstand that seemed to double as a jewelry case and beer cozy. Maybe more, but I wasn't too keen on finding out. Creator preserve me, it was hard conjuring up the strength to get out of that bed! I weaseled my body around, feeling boneless in the luxury of a quality mattress, and removed myself from Nadya's octopus-like stranglehold th
Nadya's POV "I am going to SHIT if he does not show up at this restaurant in the next ten seconds."Yulia put her cigarette to her lips, leg bouncing as she sat in the plush pleather seats of Simmons Diner, the family restaurant.We were in the back in the VIP section. The diner closed for the next week in preparation for the wedding that had apparently been canceled. I sank into my seat in the middle of the awkward sibling line, praying that my date got the shits and wouldn't be able to make it.The angry tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Yulia's leg bouncing didn't help. Her ginger hair was in a severe ponytail that bobbed as she bounced, and her bubble vest matched her pink Uggs, a sharp contrast to her designer black turtleneck and athleisure wear leggings. Her sunglasses hid the hangover she was doing a poor job of nursing as she stabbed her fries into the ketchup in a way I knew meant she was imagining me.I sank deeper."Maybe
Nadya's POV "Hey! You don't have to fucking push so hard!"We were on our way to Gehenna, Zee pushing me from behind, back to his human form again while we were out in public. Didn't want to scare the masses I guess. How considerate."I'll do what I want, Missy." His eyes were still golden, but he'd kept them changed, the cat-like slits of his pupil hard to see in the dark. "Besides, it's not really up to me. I got what I wanted. Now it's the Boss Man's turn."The way he made it sound.We only kissed.After he hollered at me to summon Remmy—which I couldn't do even if I knew how to do it—Zee had begun pacing. Muttering to himself. I was this close to banishing him when he'd something that threw me off guard."Can you sing for me?"I'd asked him what the fuck he'd meant, knowing full well exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear how he'd known that line. Remmy was the ONLY person outside a couple of rounds of drunken karaoke among my sisters that had asked
Zee's POV "And the First Light of MorningWoke to usher the first dawn in HellAnd cried as it happened.For the Light was a weak and paltry thingAnd lacked the Warmth He was accustomed toNow that they were in the dark.He asked for forgiveness,Begged for it,And heard—for the first time,Nothing in return."~ The Book of Lost DaysLilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"I wiggled my pinky finger in my ear, trying—but failing—to knock loose some of the blood that managed to worm its way in there after my last client. I hated when humans gushed, like popping a tick after it's fed for a while. Dis-freakin'-gustin'!The woman I'd dragged down into the Pit with me had the nerve to grab my leg, doubling down on her crocodile tears. She was putting her all into the waterworks. I sighed, snapping my wrist back so my fiery whip made out of the spine of the first human I'd slaughtered for the opposing team coiled loosely around my
Zee's POV "There was a hand upon the chains that were self-inflicted upon Him—The Little Prince, O Great Morning Star—And He looked up—And saw the face of a little brother most mischievousAnd despair He did no longer."~The Book of Lost DaysLilith 3:1 "You—" The Magdalena had her arms up, her waist-length auburn hair blew back from her strong face thanks to the excess Grace circulating the room. I could see the Seal of Laoth branded on her forearms in a knot of thick white scarring. That was probably why Nadya'd been so insistent I leave her sleeves alone. I figured she had cut herself, but never this. "—stay the FUCK away from me."This—this pissed me off. Unreasonable, I know, but true.She wasn't one of us, she had no right to invoke our sigils like that. It went beyond human arrogance and shot arrow straight down to blasphemy! She pressed the seal together, and more Grace crackled ozone thick in the room, making all the hair on my body stand on end.Danger,
Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—""I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear."There's no need to shout, Ramiel." Her voice was the disapproving soprano of an elementary school teacher. "I am right here.""I…yes, my apologies, sister." I colored, words feeling awkward in my mouth as my hands clutched the raggedy edge of my sweater. I'd yet to go back to get my coat and hoodie from Gehenna, and Mhir had taken pity on me and loaned me one of his
Zee's POV "Can I interest you in a drink or a smoke or getting' your jaw up off the floor?"Ah, yeah, no. That's really good self, yeah, anger the one being in the universe who'd wanted to kill you because of what you'd done to his precious little mortal family. Antagonize the fuck out of that one, real brilliant strategy right there. This was why you didn't get your circle to lord over like the rest of the Sins."You've done all this?" Remmy's eyes had gone to sharp chips of obsidian instead of the velvety darkness of a stormy night. "This you now, Zaq—""Don't." I rolled over onto all fours and coughed some of the pain away. That felt more manageable somehow, or maybe that was some of that good ol' demonic healing kicking in. Physical bodies did have their downsides, I'm afraid. Once I was sure I wasn't going to puke, I rose on wobbly legs like a newborn deer. "You lost all right to the name when you made me Fall.""I didn't—" But the look I'd sent the bastard had his teeth c