Page 47 of The Angel's Kiss
He closed his eyes, and I knew he was calmly Calling his Champion. I supposed one of the advantages I had compared to other Guardians was that my Champion walked this Earth and could always watch over me. I could have actual conversations and spend time with him. Whereas with the other Guardians, the Archangels remained in Heaven and only came when Called. Once on this plane, they could only spend so much time before Heaven called them back. So, I guess that was a good thing.
Darius opened his eyes and instantly, the Archangel Michael appeared before us. It took all of my training not to jump in surprise. Sure, I knew he was coming, but it was still shocking to have a being just pop up out of nowhere right in front of you.
Damn, I’ve got to say, Michael was fucking gorgeous. Long, raven black hair, silver eyes, chiseled features, a straight nose, and a full, sensuous mouth. He looked at me first, probably making sure I wasn’t a threat, then his keen gaze settled on Darius and his expression changed. And I caught the emotions behind it. He looked at Darius with love and lust.
“You Called?” Michael asked and his voice was deep, alluring... almost like Azazel’s. I couldn’t figure out his accent, though.
Darius nodded. “Do you know if there is a way for demons to open the lock of Satan’s cell?”
Michael’s handsome features twisted in a snarl. “There is no way.”
“They think it is,” I said, and I kind of wished I’d kept my mouth shut by how quickly Michael’s gaze shot to me.
“That gate was sealed with the blood and soul of the Archangel of Death, Azrael, as well as the sacrifice of his Guardian, Ade. Opening it is impossible,” Michael insisted.
“But if there was a way, how would it be done?” Darius asked him.
Michael walked over to Darius and sat down on the edge of his desk beside him. Their closeness had the level of intimacy that made me want to almost leave them alone. “Did you miss me?”
Oh yeah, it was fucking weird to see an Archangel flirting. I knew they never had sex as Archangels didn’t possess all of the organs of a human body even though they looked human. No vagina, no dick, no asshole. All the places where procreation and waste happen. They didn’t need them, so they didn’t have them. But whatever was going on between Darius and Michael had some telltale signs. Maybe Michael just sucked Darius off?
What the fuck was I thinking? I needed to pay attention to what was important. Not being curious about them.
“I saw you last night, so no, I didn’t miss you,” Darius said with a playful roll of his eyes.
Oh yeah, something was definitely going on between them.
Michael smiled, then caressed Darius’s jawline. “I do not have the answer for you, but I can find out.”
“We need to know as soon as possible. Demons are searching for children. According to their myth, the blood of the Chosen One will unlock the gate of the Old One,” Darius said.
Michael frowned, his head tilting slightly. “The Chosen One?”
Darius nodded. “They have someone they claim to be prophesied for that purpose.”
“How would that be?” Michael asked.
“We don’t know, that’s why we’re asking you,” I said.
Michael never turned around to face me and I got the feeling that he didn’t like me for some reason. “I was not speaking to you, Guardian.”
Ohhh, okay, that came out with a deadly tone. If I had any doubts that he didn’t like me, I had them no longer. “Do you have a problem with me?”
“Rai—” Darius said, but then he was cut off with the rising of Michael’s hand.
The most powerful of all Archangels turned to face me and I felt my spine stiffen and my heart pump a bit faster. “You are unworthy of the destiny of Guardian.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you are tainted. Your...Champion... if one can call a demon that... was never supposed to be chosen by the Angel’s Kiss. That honor should have gone to the Archangel Raguel. The ‘Friend of God’ and one who would have brought harmony and equality into this world. He would have been a great asset to you in battle. But you are linked to a foul creature, debased in nature. The most obscene filth that was ever created.”
Hearing him refer to Azazel that way pissed me off. He was my demon and I felt like I was the only one who could talk about him like that. “You act like I chose this life. I didn’t ask for it, and I sure as fuck don’t want it! And I’ve had to sacrifice everything I loved for it,” I snapped. “But I accepted it. You don’t get to look down on me or Azazel.”
Michael scoffed, then rose so that he could face me completely from his impressive six-six height. “There was something wrong with you to begin with. Born under the Night of a Falling Star. It was a sign that you were unnatural.”
“Michael, that’s enough,” Darius said, finally speaking up.
But truth be told, I didn’t need anyone to speak for me. “Aren’t all Guardians born when a star falls from the sky?”
