Page 58 of Absolved In Death

The realityof that statement hit me like a brick. “Oh shit, he’s going to show that to all the troops?”

“Fae Menace went too far. We need to knock him down a peg,” Bash grumbled as he paced back and forth.

“I’ll fucking fight him for disrespecting you, Bash-A-Smash,” Ares said as he shot out of his seat, ready to run into a fight headfirst. I saw the obsession growing in his mind, the glint in his eyes a promise of violence and destruction. He was not going to let this go.

“Diana said not to jump him,” Azazel reminded him. “I believe you promised her…”

“Break your promise, bro. I’m ready to roll up. He’s gone too far this time!” Bash shouted. “Feta is your dog, Ares, and Quelier didn’t even ask if he could use a body cam on him!”

Debatable. Feta was really Diana’s dog, had been for a while now.

“He’s way more powerful than you two. Just let it go,” I warned them, even though I knew they wouldn’t listen. They never did.

“No, Mal. You’re either with us, or you stay out of it,” Desmond said as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. “I’m coming with you guys.”

Fuck, this was going to hurt to watch.

“I’m going too, simply so I can sayI told you so.Faeries are mischievous by nature, and if you let him get a rise out of you, he’ll keep pranking you,” Azazel said, sighing as if he’d explained this to them already.

At least I wasn’t the only level headed one here.

“Fine, Az. Be that way. Mal, what about you?” Bash snapped at me.

“Hold on.” I went to the pantry, then grabbed a bag of cheddar popcorn. Couldn’t watch a shit show without popcorn. “I’m ready!”

“Fuck off, smart ass,” Ares groused. Nah, I fucked off so hard last night, I was fresh outta fucks to give. They were insane for trying to cross Quelier—the faerie had single handedly managed a torture pit, for fuck’s sake. Why would anyone want to get on his bad side?

The five of us faded to the mess hall, where Q was showing Lucifer and Michael the whole shameful incident on his tablet. Bash’s embarrassing screams made Diana’s fathers howl with laughter.

“That little shit finally got what he deserved,” Lucifer roared, barely able to get the words out he was laughing so hard. He still held a grudge because Bash ‘claimed his only daughter’. His words, not ours.

“Stop showing that to everyone!” Bash shouted. He directed a bolt of magic at Quelier, who blocked it with a casual wave of his hand.

“Make me,” Fae PA challenged him. “I’ll mop the floor with you five, then make you eat off it.”

“Those three,” I said, pointing at Desmond, Bash, and Ares. “Azazel and I are here to watch the show. We even have popcorn.” I waved the bag at him, and he smiled.

“Cheddar flavored popcorn is the best,” he said with a knowing look.

Fuck yeah, it is. Carmel corn can kindly fuck off.

Ares charged him, but Quelier only laughed and froze him mid stride. Desmond threw a series of fireballs at him, and even though they hit their target, the damage wasn’t extensive. Quelier turned the last fireball into a basketball, throwing it over his shoulder through a floating hoop that materialized out of nowhere.

“Slam dunk, bitches,” he cheered, smirking to himself.

Ares shook off the freeze, and knocked him over. He picked him up, throwing him through the air. Sometimes I forgot how strong he was. Bash unfurled his indigo wings, taking flight to catch the PA midair before throwing him to Desmond.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Quelier squealed. “Throw me harder, this is so much fun!”

Azazel nudged me, taking a big handful of popcorn.

Of course he’s enjoying being thrown in the air. I told them not to poke the bear, but they’re determined to do dumb shit,he linked me.

Truth, this isn’t going to end well. Quelier is psychotic.

Ares pretended to almost catch him, but let him drop on the floor. His menacing cackle made the hair on the back of my neck stiff. “You’re going to learn your fucking place and stop messing with us!”

Desmond, Bash, and Ares attacked Quelier as a trio, throwing all sorts of magic at him. Quelier blocked or absorbed each one, barely taking a hit. Ares got so frustrated, he took his pocket knife out, extended it into a spear, and ran him through with it. The Fae only laughed before pulling it out. His wound closed almost immediately.

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