Page 34 of Devastation
Within a matter of seconds, I'm standing atop a cloud that is pulsating with a purple beat. The first time I had walked on these clouds, I'd almost vomited in fear of falling through them. They are shockingly sturdy, though, despite looking like you could break through the cotton candy like texture.
It's night time here and if the disco-like colors throughout the city's cloud base are any indication, the queen is throwing a party.
Chuckling to myself as my mates join me, they look around in awe.
"Is this a rave? Because if it is, I am wearing way too much clothing," Luke gushes with excitement.
Grinning at him, I explain, "No, this is just a typical party for the queen of the realm. Mar is an absolute blast to hang out with when she allows herself a moment to relax. We came at a good time."
Ash shocks me by being the one that is scared of the clouds. He wobbles as if he's unstable and is flailing his arms around like windmills. "Where...where the fuck are we? I don't want to fall to my death after just coming back to you guys."
Clapping him on the shoulder, I give him a light push that makes him stumble forward and squeal.
Yes. Squeal. My big strong brute of a mate just squealed like a little girl.
As we all burst into laughter at the sight, Marina appears before us, draped in a stunning silver silk dress that hugs her shapely body. Her raven hair is long and curled, contrasting beautifully with her lavender eyes. She has almond shaped eyes that crinkle slightly at the edges, giving her a permanently kind look. Her plush lips end in dimples on her cheeks, adding to her angelic look.
Funny enough, she's probably the most cut throat queen of all the ones I've met, and I highly doubt that has changed in forty years.
We all sober up and straighten at her sudden appearance.
She's staring at me with utter confusion and mild shock and stutters out, "Os...Oslana?"
Waving a hand at her, I grin, "Ahhh, you can just call me Lana now. Oslana is so forty years ago."
A squeal that rivals Ash's just a minute prior rips from her throat, and her ginormous lavender wings spread out as she flies towards me. On her impact, I'm knocked over onto my back with her steel grip hug confining me to just laying here and taking it.
Chuckling good naturedly at her affection, I admit, "I'm happy to see you too, old friend. May we speak in private? Much has happened that I need to update you on."
At her loud groan, she flutters her wings to propel her back to a standing position. Holding her small hand out for me, I take it and she pulls me to my feet. "I've been non- stop work and no party recently. My mates decided we're getting drunk tonight. Join us for a drink before we talk business?"
Her eyes take on a puppy-dog look of begging and I can't deny her. "Okay, Okay. One drink."
She whoops and fist punches the air in victory and I repeat myself, "Onedrink, Mar," to which she scoffs and mumbles, "You used to be more fun."
It's on the tip of my tongue to tell her that that was because I didn't have the weight of the all the realms on my shoulder as Mother fucking Nature then, but I decide to not rain on her good mood just yet. Knowing her, she truly does deserve a break.
Sidling up to me, she whispers, "Who are these hunks?"
Looking at her I wink and say, "My mates. I couldn't let you and Serenity be the only ones to collect your own sexy harem, now could I?"
The twins grin at my statement, while Zedd blushes and plays with his hair. Hale is too busy taking in the city and probably plotting escape routes to even notice our conversation. Poor Ash is focusing on anything but the ground that still scares him.
Mar nods approvingly while wagging her brows at me. "Let's get you all a drink and our men can mingle while we catch up."
Without delay, she waves her hand and a portal that shines a bright silver like her dress appears and pulls me through. On the other side we are deposited into her private dining chamber, which looks like it's been converted into a honest to goddess club on earth.
There are strobe lights and speakers blasting outI Write Sins Not Tragediesby Panic! At The Disco, to which she starts head banging in tune with the chorus. As she does, she drags me to the stocked bar.
Her four mates are playing beer pong off to the side and don't even blink at our arrival. She generously pours tequila into a cup and tops it with a splash of sour mix. Handing it to me she grins, "Here's your one drink."
Little devil-angel.
Although I can't deny that I'm thrilled to be reunited with my long-lost love: tequila.
The guys are going to absolutely hate that it has been brought back into my life. Oh well.
Digging through a bin of ice, she asks my men I feel hovering behind me, "Liquor? Beer?"
