Page 18 of The Angel's Kiss
“Both in Hell and Heaven. You’re responsible for killing three of our Guardians and their Champions,” he said, but his tone was measured and I couldn’t tell if he was disgusted or impressed. Probably both, but the man was hard to read.
“I wasn’t going to hurt him,” I said about Rai.
“I know, not that you could even if you wanted to.”
His lot was pettier than they’d like to admit as they did love to bring up my inability to raise hell the way I once used to enjoy doing. It didn’t annoy me these days. I got my jollies off in other ways as they say. If there was one thing I was exceptionally good at, it was adjusting.
“So, he’s my Guardian? Does he even know about me?” I asked, keeping the conversation moving along.
The Guardian shook his head. “In due time.”
I sighed. “What? Am I some dirty little secret?”
“A secret? No.”
But I’m dirty... I caught that without him needing to be blunt. Those assholes. “So, are you ever going to tell me your name?”
“Darius, son of Jafari.”
My eyes widened ever so slightly because that name was very familiar. “You are also legendary.”
“When the time comes, Rai will call you to him. Have you accepted your destiny, demon?” Darius asked, his eyebrow cocked.
“You may be the oldest Guardian still living, but we are not equals. Show me some fucking respect,” I snapped.
He lifted his chin as he regarded me. “It’s true that you are now one of us, so I should treat you cordially, at the very least.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the wall. “I can accept that. So, what’s he like when he’s not drunk off his ass?” I asked, nodding in the direction of the remaining waiting vehicle.
Darius slipped his hands into his pockets. The action letting me know that he wasn’t worried about me attacking him. Of course, by that same token, I knew he couldn’t attack me as well. The only harm we could do to each other was sling insults.
“He’s headstrong, a brilliant mind, determined, but as you’ve seen, naive. He has a long way to go,” Darius said.
I nodded then gestured to the building. “Did you sense anything in there?”
“No, but I know something isn’t quite right.”
I smiled. “That Guardian intuition. You’d be correct. There are demons in there and the only reason they didn’t kill those two boys was because I was there protecting them.”
“I see. Don’t worry... the next time you see Rai, it will be when he calls you.” Darius walked off then and I didn’t stop him. I was used to those types of interactions with his lot.
I thought about Rai, he must be sixteen years old now and filling out well. Such a pretty boy. I wondered what he’d look like as a grown man. I guessed I’d find out. As for my night, I went back into the club to slay every demon in the place. But first, I needed to get rid of the humans. I pulled the fire alarm and as the humans fled, I froze all ten demons. I didn’t have much time to spare as I could already hear the sirens of the fire trucks in the distance. I materialized my sword, then got to work. Since Hades had cast me out, I would make them regret that foolish decision.
I left piles of ash from every weak demon I slayed then teleported right before the firefighters rushed inside. No telling what they’d think of the ash piles, but I didn’t care. Leaving thatbit of mystery behind was kind of fun. And fun was always on a demon’s agenda.
Rai Harrington, it was indeed a pleasure to meet you.
Chapter eight
Rai
The 18th Birthday
It was the demonagain. The one I’d been dreaming about since I turned twelve years old. He was standing in front of a mirror removing his clothes. It was as if I were looking through his eyes and I couldn’t help but drink in the beauty of his body as more of it was exposed to me. He was tall and muscular with fine lines and strong curves, not to mention, washboard abs. Behind him, another person stepped out, a man—no, a demon who was handsome, but not as handsome as my demon.
The other demon wrapped his arms around the first and kissed his neck. He moved to the front, kissing and sucking his way down until he undid the string of my demon’s pantaloons. They came down and I wanted desperately to see his cock, but all I could see in the reflection of the mirror was the other demon’s head bobbing as he sucked. The look of pure rapture on my demon’s face was everything. His heavy breathing, his moans... oh, he was so close... so close...
“Ahhhh fuck!” I belted out as I quaked on the bed, my body releasing the orgasm that had built inside of me during my dream. I shook, and the waves of pleasure coursed through me until they faded away. Breathing hard, I lifted my blanket to see the wet stain of cum had ruined the fabric. I’d made a mess of myself, that was for sure. Groaning, I just lay there, thinking about the vision. It wasn’t the first one I’d ever had like that. The erotic ones started to come to me when I turned sixteen. To be honest, I preferred those over the ones dealing with death and destruction.
