Page 62 of The Angel's Kiss
“Go to Hades, Azazel! Oh! That’s right... you can’t.” Her cackle that followed was full of cruelty.
“I don’t want to go back to Hades, Saraphell. I much prefer my life here.” I smiled. “Who knew torturing and killing demons would bring me so much joy? There’s nothing I love more than knowing how much trouble I’m causing those three bitches,” I said, thinking about the Empresses.
“Fuck those whores too. Our true ruler will rise!” Saraphell declared. “You cannot stop it.”
“Azazel, do you think if we take her heart, the blood that flows through her will lead us to the Chosen One?” Rai asked me.
“It’s possible.” I knew of a spell I used to locate certain people using their blood.
“Kill this bitch then, and get me her heart,” Rai commanded.
I almost orgasmed, I was so aroused, that I swooned. Seeing him in his butch mode made me want to ride his cock until we both came screaming in ecstasy.
“No... don’t,” Saraphell pleaded, and her pitiful voice helped me gather myself. Rai had given me a command.
Rai stepped back and I knew he wasn’t going to give her any more chances. I plunged my sword into her throat, the blade embedding into the floor. She could no longer scream, a sound I did enjoy, however, I didn’t care. I knew the wound wouldn’t kill her, but it would keep her pinned in place. I removed my foot, then leaned down, thrusting my hand into her chest, breaking through her bones to reach the beating organ. She thrashed foronly a few seconds. Once I had it, I ripped it out, blood and bones splattering around her dead body.
“Jesus, I thought you were going to cut it out,” Rai said as he stared in disgust at my blood-soaked hand with her heart in it.
I shrugged. “This was quicker.” Using my magic and a few words to channel it, I infused her heart with the spell to help us find the child. The heart continued to beat, which made Rai shiver in revulsion.
“That shit is gross,” he said.
I chuckled. “But effective.”
“So, do you feel anything?”
“Not yet.”
Rai looked at Saraphell, then stepped over her corpse. “How do you know her?”
I looked at her and then back to him. “We met a millennia ago. She had been raped by four men. The townspeople mocked and shamed her, so much so, she was going to kill herself. I came to her then, and told her to get her revenge. Then I gave her the Bella Donna flower.
“Poison being the weapon of choice for many women,” Rai said.
“When people wrong you, don’t be suicidal, be homicidal. That’s the only way you’ll get true satisfaction. Why should those who’ve hurt you live happy lives when you’re suffering?”
“But they’ll go to Hell,” Rai said.
“Ahh, but don’t humans believe in that trusty loophole? Where if they repent, they can go to Heaven? Only way you can’t is if you kill yourself. You see, that was always one of my favorite lines to convince mankind to give into their base nature.”
“You know, you were winning me over before that shit.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was a Demon of War, Rai. It’s what I did. I am that no longer,” I reminded him.
“But do you still feel that way?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Don’t you?”
He scoffed. “No, I don’t. I don’t think people should kill.”
“Yes, you do. And that’s what makes you different from other Guardians. That’s what makes us compatible. Because you truly do believe there are times when killing someone is completely justified.”
He was silent and I knew he knew I was right about him.
“Let’s go,” he said, finally.
I smiled, because it was a victory in my book. I took his hand and began to teleport, feeling the power of her heart taking me to the target. Saraphell couldn’t teleport, she could fly though, but being able to teleport gave me a great advantage. Traveling the world through the portal of space and time allowed me to cover more ground. The blood of her heart glowed brightly when we came close and I landed us in New York. Harlem, to be exact. I kept the shadows surrounding us, and we were standing in the alley of a tall apartment building.
