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Chapter 10
RAVEN
Bastard Savior
“RAVEN ROSE! YOU are an abomination to Heaven’s order. You must accept your eternal damnation.” Expanding his wings, he pushes off the ground and flies at me, aiming his sword.
I jump out of the way. The fucker stumbles and stabs his blade into the ornate frame around the glass door. If the devils don’t know he’s here, they do now. An earsplitting pop sends bursts of fire and electricity through the air as the unfamiliar savior sets off the protective barrier created by Hell power.
“You better fucking get out of here or the devils themselves will pluck every weird-ass feather from your wings.” I dodge out of his line of sight, running behind one of the wide pillars, holding up the balcony overhead. Heavenly light illuminates the porch, and I squint at its intensity.
“I will not fail the task given to me. It is my duty and honor to exterminate the forsaken soul from the Mortal Realm.” The angel launches toward me again, flapping his wings to increase his speed.
And fuck.
I screech at the sight of his blade impaling through the pillar, cracking it enough to shake the balcony overhead. Swinging his free hand at me, he grabs onto my arm and yanks me closer. It takes a burst of Hell strength to brace against the pillar, stopping him from pulling me into his still flaming blade.
“Let me go!” I yell, ripping myself away. I flail my arms, trying to catch myself, but fall hard on my ass.
“Never. It is my duty, and with its completion, I can ascend to fill one of the positions among the arch angels. I will not fail.” The angel plants his boots at the sides of my hips and towers over me.
His golden wings glow with enough intensity that they could very well embody the sun, bringing the morning early. I refuse to cower beneath this bastard, begging for mercy, so I jerk my leg up and kick him between his legs. He reacts by jabbing his sword at me, and I scream, unable to move. This is it. Out of everyone in the universe, it’s going to be some stranger trying to gain power in Heaven to end my mortal life.
Damn it.
A roar explodes through the night at the same time fire engulfs the angel, knocking him away from me. I dig my fingers into the grass and crabwalk backwards until my back hits against one of the patio chairs around a seating area near the flower garden.
My body aches as my mind reels, and I crawl around the loveseat and peek my head over the cushion. I stare in surprise at Lucian whipping his fire chain at the angelic warrior, knocking his legs out from under him. His golden wings prevent his back from hitting the ground, and he uses them to propel forward. Jabbing his sword, he stabs Lucian in his side. Glowing blood pours like molten lava from his wound, but it doesn’t stop him from charging. I don’t know who this angel thinks he is, but he’s obviously no match for Lucian, especially in his towering true body.
A warm hand grabs my shoulder, startling me, and I nearly punch Micah in the balls. He catches my fist and drags me into his arms, searching my face for signs of injury.
“You need to go back inside and stay there. Looks like the warriors are ready to rise in rank and fill the spots Andre and I left behind. There are at least six guardians circling. Dante’s taken flight with Kase. I need to fight them as they fall from the sky, but I can’t focus worrying about you.” Micah jogs his way toward the back door, ducking and spinning with me, taking a burst of heavenly light to his back as a righteous guardian swoops down.
“What the fuck. Don’t they know who you are?” I ask, gripping Micah, stopping him from tossing me inside and bolting.
“They’re willing to sacrifice themselves to try for the Higher Power,” Micah replies, forcing me to let him go. “Now stay inside, heathen. I’ll gladly punish you if you don’t.”
Micah slams the door in my face, and I stare in shock, watching him transform into his giant boar-like body with his massive tusks, ready to gut any angel within reach. The ground quakes as he charges away on all fours. Clutching the doorframe, I remain plastered to the glass, practically pressing my nose against it. From the safety of our mansion, no angel can hurt me. Hell will blow them away. But damn it, if I’m not still a bit scared. It’s worse than my fear with Cassius. At least he changed his tactic and stopped treating me like a worthless piece of shit for not wanting to sacrifice myself for the greater good. These guardians or whatever seem to have the sole purpose of destroying me.
Which makes me wonder. Why did Lucian rescue my ass? Things could’ve been easy for him had he let the angel take my life.
Why the sudden change from being a difficult twit to this?
Fire explodes in front of me, billowing toward the sky. I watch in fearful awe as Lucian stomps his giant hoof into the concrete where the devils do their usual summoning circle to bring Andre here. But this is different. Andre doesn’t appear within it—no, someone is already in the center of the fire ring.
It’s the angel.
I gasp a breath, wide eyed and shocked, as I watch the portal open with a rumble. The putrid scent of Hell sneaks in through the seal of the door, but I’m no longer fazed by it. But what jabs at my soul is watching the angel’s golden wings smolder and burn within the summoning circle. Lucian roars and snarls, whipping his chain again, and the angel hollers and disappears, the fiery ground swallowing him whole and taking him to Hell.
Oh-fucking-shit.
The pure shock of watching Hell consume an angel rattles me to my core. I warned the bastard. He didn’t listen. So many of these fuckers don’t listen.
Lucian stomps his hoof into the ground, shaking the world around me. The fire vanishes in a cloud of smoke, and he slowly twists, clutching his side. Stumbling toward the door, he transforms back into his human façade and hits his hands to the glass before dropping to his knees.
“Fuck, Lucian.” Without thinking, I shove the door open, getting him to move a bit, and stretch out my hand.
Locking my fingers around his thick wrist, I use my Hell strength to drag him inside. He groans, his naked body bruised and bleeding, scratches and cut, and he trembles on the floor, just lying there. Oh how sweet should it be that Lucian himself seems to have fallen. How he seems to have weakened coming to the Mortal Realm. I should laugh and gloat. I should be thrilled.
