Page 38 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
I stepped to the side. There was no choice but to face the consequences of what I had done. I had disobeyed my leader’s orders and would be punished. Still, a part of me tensed, preparing for any eventuality.
Would my king attempt to take Dolores away from me?
A growl ripped from me unbidden, stopping my king in his tracks as he stepped through the threshold. He paused, tilting his head observing me.
I was not fooled by the calm demeanor in which he presented himself. The clothes were not an illusion. He was sophisticated. But he was deadly, and for as swiftly as he had created my brothers and I, breathing our life into this world, he could have easily taken it away from us as well.
Lord Ramiel turned away from me and walked deeper into the house, surveying the space with fiery eyes. “I was told you had built a home upon the oasis.” He stopped, looking at the staircase before he took it.
I followed close behind.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Hm.” His palms glided along the banister with each step up, the gleaming rings at his fingers posing a threat as much as the angel himself.
“My lord.” A protest sat on the tip of my tongue. I did not want him going further, but I could not control the angel of death. Besides, he was already in front of the room that held my wife. His palm was already against the wood, pushing it open…
The door banged against the wall, startling Dolores into a seated position. She scrambled for a cover to hide her nudity. My rage flared and I pushed inside, standing before her and spreading my wings to block her from my lord’s view.
“Do not touch her,” I growled. “Or I will kill you.”
Lord Ramiel did not appear amused at my declaration. “Is that so? And tell me, Commander, how exactly do you plan on killing an Angel of Death?”
A scream was stuckin my throat, unable to release. Though Nazzar’s wings were spread wide, blocking the man from my view, I had seen him perfectly already.
He was clean-cut in his all black suit, with rich, dark skin and a perfectly cut fade. Something about him was sinister and comforting, but also very fearsome.
I wasn’t used to magic, I knew nothing about it, but I could tell this man was important and powerful. Magic and shadows seemed to pulse from his body, creating a wave of heat that was almost suffocating in its entirety.
Fear curdled in my stomach as I heard his words.
Angel of Death.
Holy fucking shit.
Was this Nazzar’s creator?
I remembered his stories he told me back in the cave. He spoke of three demon kings that Nazzar and his brothers shared magic with.
Was this one of them?
I scrambled to a stand, pulling a sheet with me to wrap around my naked body. I was embarrassed when a gush of Nazzar’s cum slid down my thighs, but I tried to ignore that. Not the time, Dolores, I told myself. Not the fucking time.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” I stepped around Nazzar, staying at his side in a show of solidarity.
The king of hell snapped his attention on me, taking in my body. His nostrils flared–holy shit, could he smell me from over there?
Great.
Just what I fucking needed.
“You stole a human,” the king said, his eyes on me but the words obviously meant for Nazzar. “After I specifically said not to.” He turned back to my gargoyle, tilting his head to the side. “Now, whatever shall I do to punish you?”
“Now hold on a fucking minute!” I waved a hand, getting his attention once again. “What do you mean punish? What the fuck is going on?”
“Nazzar and his brothers were forbidden from leaving and stealing away their brides. Yet here you are.” He regarded me curiously. “Although, you do not appear to be afraid. Tell me, human, are you here of your own free will?”
Human?
