Page 93 of The Angel's Kiss
“And I love him,” I said.
“So, where are you two going after the wedding?” Darius asked.
“Azazel said he’d take me wherever I wanted to go. I’m thinking of Japan. Always wanted to go there,” I said.
“You’ll love it,” Darius said.
“I’ll watch over Monique and call you if need be,” Marcel said.
“Thanks, buddy.” I hugged Marcel.
“I’ll see you out there,” Darius said.
I nodded and watched as Darius walked out of my bedroom to the living room where it had been rearranged a little to make room for our wedding. As much as I wanted to have it at the Guild, Azazel could only enter if we were bonded and Monique couldn’t enter at all. Azazel refused to get married at a church even though he could enter them. He just didn’t agree with organized religion and wanted no part of it. The vows we’d say were written by us and Darius had convinced the Archangel, Michael, to officiate.
To be honest, a wedding couldn’t get more blessed than that.
Darius took a seat beside Terri and her Archangel, Jeremiel, was sitting beside her. Like all Archangels he was handsome and I wondered why those two didn’t hit it off the way Darius and Michael did. Not my business, therefore, I never asked. So, my wedding had two Archangels in attendance. I was a little nervous because Azazel still butted heads with them even though we were considered legends after having killed Satan. At least both Azazel and I got a lot more respect among not only the celestial beings and the Guild, but also the demons. Didn’t mean demons didn’t test me, they did and I handled my business... or I letAzazel have some fun. But demons knew I was no longer a novice Guardian, not with Azazel's ancient wisdom and skills guiding me.
I couldn’t wait to make that demon mine officially.
“I can’t believe you’re having a real freaking Archangel marry you and Michael no less! I’m so excited to meet him,” Marcel said.
“I know, right? I had tried so hard to keep him at bay,” I said, thinking about all of the times I had lied to myself trying to claim that I didn’t want Azazel, that I didn’t love him. What a waste that had been, all six months of it.
“Well, the best thing about your relationship is that you’re always together. He doesn’t have to leave this plane ever,” Marcel said.
I smiled because I loved that. I’d hate if he was like the other Champions and had to return to Heaven. Or in his case, Hades. Nope, he was free from all of that tethering. “Let’s go,” I said when I saw the other bedroom door open and Monique walked out wearing a lovely pale pink dress with lace. Her hair was done up in curls and she wore just the right amont of make-up. She looked beautiful.
“Game time,” Marcel said and he mimicked Monique as they both walked into the living room to stand at the archway that had been set up with red roses vining their way through the latticework. There was a fluffy, white rug in front of it where we were supposed to stand. Monique was Azazel's Best Young Lady for the honors.
My mouth dropped open when I saw Azazel emerge from the bedroom looking sinfully tempting and incredibly gorgeous in a black tux with a black shirt, red tie, and ruby brooch pinned on his lapel. A part of me wanted to bring him back to our bedroom, lock the door, and say to hell with the guests. I could controlmyself… I think. I met him at the archway and smiled up at my beautiful soon-to-be husband.
“You look extremely handsome,” Azazel complimented.
I smiled. “You too. I mean, you look so damn good.”
I heard a scoff from Jeremiel and a chuckle from Darius, but I ignored them. Darius called Michael and the Archangel appeared in front of him. He looked down at Darius with pure love in his expression. The two shared a kiss, then he took his place under the archway. He looked at me, then at Azazel.
“It’s only because you have proven to be a worthy Champion that I agreed to officiate your wedding,” Michael said. He was wearing an all-white tux.
Azazel smiled and before I could stop him, he did what he does. Talked shit.
“No one can doubt how big your balls are to be so daring.” Azazel’s gaze panned down at Michael’s crotch, then back up so that their eyes locked. “Figuratively speaking, of course.”
Michael did not look amused.
“Azazel, baby, it’s our wedding day,” I reminded him as my way of telling him to behave.
He gave me a boyish smile and I instantly forgave him. That demon made me weak.
“Let us begin,” Michael said with only a little attitude in his tone.
I went first with my vows, taking Azazel’s hands into my own. “Azazel, I love you, plain and simple. I want to spend eternity with you. I want to share my life and everything I love with you. You know I’m not much for words, I use my actions. So please know that I will forever cherish and love you for all time.”
Azazel smiled, now it was his turn. “Rai, when I was first branded with the Angel’s Kiss, I thought I’d been cursed to suffer human feelings forever. I thought I’d have nothing to live for after I’d been abandoned by my Empress. I raged, I fell intodepression, and then I saw your photo. An innocent boy who’d need me one day. I started to want to be your partner, Rai. I think I fell in love with the idea of you. Of someone who was made by God for me. What greater gift could anyone receive?”
“Oh my God,” I gushed. Wow, Azazel had me at a loss for words. I could only grin from ear to ear.
