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I thought back to our first encounter when I’d met him at the club. Apparently, the club was owned by demons and we were lucky to have survived. Darius told me that it had been Azazel who was looking out for us. He was also the one who called a Guardian to alert them about our whereabouts. I also found out,after I’d sobered up, that Azazel had killed all of the demons in that club. But I knew it was only because he couldn’t have killed everyone. For over a hundred years, he’d been neutered. That didn’t make him good. I didn’t need him.
Chapter eleven
Azazel
Outcast
I’d been watching Raifor the past month, not interfering, just observing. Darius had warned me that he was stubborn and it would seem he was that up to the point of stupidity. Every Guardian needed their Champion. I’d spent the better part of the century resolving my issues with becoming one. I didn’t like it, but I was ready and here I was, waiting on the sidelines.
Yet to be Called by him.
It annoyed me. How dare he shun me! I didn’t ask for the fuckingAngel’s Kiss. I’d kill him if I had the choice. He was hunting tonight, looking for demons. He’d had a few encounters, nothing serious. His skill was impressive. The Guild had prepared him well. But then again, the demons he’d encountered were all low-level trash. I followed him to a bar and stood in the back, wrapped in shadows. He stayed an hour until he attracted the attention of three demons. They could smell the celestial essence coming off him and knew what he was.
Demons from all three empires were jonesing to take out a Guardian. I still held the record for the demon with the most kills. And even though I wasn’t a Knight anymore, my history spoke for itself. I didn’t think I’d ever lose that rank, either. I followed Rai outside where the three demons had cornered him.
“And I thought this night would be boring,” Rai said.
I smirked. So, he had spunk.
“You’re about to die, Guardian,” said one of the demons.
Rai pulled out his sword and a silver pistol. I snorted at the weapons. Useless against a demon worth their grit. He attacked the group, his skill was aggressive, almost as if he took personal offense to the demons. He shot a demon in the head, right between the eyes, and I watched his body go up in smoke. One of the remaining demons knocked his gun from his hand, then grabbed his other arm, preventing him from using his sword. The other demon charged forward, claws bared, but before he could attack, I stepped from the shadows and sliced him in half with my own sword.
The last demon turned and gasped. “Azazel!” he snarled, his mouth black with razor-sharp teeth.
“I am he,” I taunted.
“Get back!” Rai yelled, then hit the demon in the groin with his knee. It was enough to make the demon double over and release his grip on Rai’s arm. It was all Rai needed to chop the demon’s head off, the corpse going up in smoke. He leaned against the wall and panted as he glared at me.
My god, he was beautiful. There was a certain intensity in his turquoise eyes that made something inside of me flutter. He was even sexier than in that dream. Every part of him was toned with hard lines and curves. His legs looked so strong hidden beneath his jeans. I could only imagine how alluring his bare chest looked. The thought made my cock stir.
“I didn’t need your help,” he sneered.
“I thought differently,” I said.
“You’re a demon. You’re disgusting.”
“And if I had feelings, I still wouldn’t give a shit about your opinion,” I stated, then rolled my eyes. I pointed at his gun that was on the ground. “You keep playing with those toys, you’re going to get yourself killed, idiot.”
He scoffed, then picked up his gun, tucking it away in its holster. “I’m doing just fine with them.”
I chuckled. “What? Taking out the garbage?”
“You’re all garbage,” he shot back.
I withdrew my sword and walked closer to him. “What is it about your kind that is so sanctimonious?”
He looked at me, boldly, I might add. “I get cranky when I’m surrounded by filth, motherfucker.”
My eyes widened at that, because I must admit, I wasn’t used to Guardians or Guards using such obscene language. “My, my, my... what a dirty mouth you have.”
“Better to curse your bitch ass out with,” he said.
I lowered my gaze now.
He raised both eyebrows. “Oh, did I hurt those feelings you claimed you didn’t have?”
I exhaled—slowly—because I felt my temper rising. “You’re going to get yourself killed, boy. Your weapons are nothing to a seasoned demon. You need me.”
