Page 77 of The Angel's Kiss
“The Divine Weapon?” I repeated because I couldn’t believe it.
“What’s that?” Marcel asked.
“What does it mean exactly?” Azazel asked.
“Azazel is listening too,” I informed him.
Darius nodded. “Michael as well. He wanted me to tell you that he’s ... begrudgingly impressed that you two managed to achieve the coveted level.”
“Can all Guardians communicate with their Champions like that?” I asked.
Darius shook his head “No. You can because you are a Divine Weapon. A perfect union.”
“I like the sound of that,” Azazel said. “I wonder if that happened to him after Michael stuck his tongue in Darius’ ass.”
My eyes widened at the boldness of Azazel's comment and at the mental picture his words painted. Darius had already admitted that he and his Archangel did... things.
“What?” Darius asked.
“You don’t want to know what Azazel just said,” I stated.
Darius smiled at me. “I suppose I don’t. To further explain, it’s a term among Archangels when they reach a certain level with their Guardians. It’s extremely rare as only three Guardians have achieved this feat. Ade, Jean Dubois—both are dead, and me... now you’re the fourth, Rai.”
“What does it mean for me?” I asked.
“It means that you are now the second most powerful Guardian, or you may be the most powerful considering you’re bound to Azazel.”
My eyes widened. “Surpassing you?” I couldn’t hide the shock from my voice.
Darius shrugged. “Maybe. You share Azazel’s power completely now. You may be able to do things even I can’t do.”
“What about physically stronger?” I asked because I’d seen Darius in real action. He wasn’t no joke.
Darius smirked. “One day… let us test that, shall we?”
“Hell yeah, I’m game.” I’d love to spar and would love to test my limits with my mentor.
I thought back to my home and how I’d brought Marcel back to life. I had to find out. “Since you’re also a Divine Weapon, can you bring someone back from the dead?” I asked. I realized I had a lot to learn about being what Darius was. I knew he’d be able to teach me only so much because my Champion was a demon and my powers would be unfamiliar to him.
Darius shook his head, but there was a crease in his brow. “Have you brought someone back from the dead, Rai?”
I nodded.
“Me, sir,” Marcel said.
Darius’ eyes widened then, his mouth opening at that fact. “My god,” he gasped as he looked at Marcel. His eyes noting the blood that coated Marcel’s shirt.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly. It was... weird... but in a good way, I guess. I mean, I’m glad I’m not dead anymore, sir,” Marcel said.
I looked at him and smiled... he smiled back.
“He healed me, too,” Monique chimed in.
Darius looked at Marcel, then Monique, then back to me. “Then you may very well be the most powerful amongst us, Rai. That is incredible!”
“More than you? I mean, you’re over fifteen hundred years old, Darius,” I said because I knew power came with age.
Darius nodded. “True, however, the power I get from Michael isn’t the same that you get from Azazel. I cannot retrieve a soul from the ether and return it.”
