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“We’re done here…” My eyes fade, narrowing to slits at my brother. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Regret what?” his brows pinch as he takes another step back.
“Sparing your life. That is my wife and I don’t care how much you were trying to help her or how ‘nonpermanent’ that scratch will be. You drew blood and if it weren’t for the scar our father left you with already, I would’ve taken the same.”
Clapping sounds to my right, slow and menacing, like the man it belongs to. “Now that… That’s a king worthy of the seven realms.” I stare at him out of the corner of my eye. “A man capable of taking a life but knowing when to spare it.”
“What is he doing here?” Asmo growls, deep in his throat as if his voice alone would slit our father’s throat.
“He’s here because he’s willing to help us construct a plan.”
***
KAI
It’s been three days… and now we’re out of time. We’ve laid the battlements around the cave in the foothills that contain the gate to Heaven, ready for when the archangel himself walks through that door.
A tent has been set up for Alice and I, a bed placed within it for us to get sleep before we go to war. Her body is tangled in the blankets, revealing the bare skin of her back. I lazily trace my fingers down her spine and she rouses.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” she says, her voice low and hushed.
“I can’t.” I bend to kiss her shoulder.
“We’re beyond prepared. We have more men than we thought possible and creatures that could level villages on their own. Not to mention Eva’s sisters. They’re ruthless and believe me when I say their power is hefty. Between all of that, your father, your brother, and us, Michael won’t stand a chance.”
“I wish I could believe you. I just don’t think it’s that simple. There might not be as many of them as there are of us, but the angels are created to be warriors and they know no feelings that would distract them or change their course.”
“It’s not like we don’t have angels of our own. They might lack grace, but the only major thing that robs them of is being numb and without emotion. As a witch, I can assure you feelings–specifically anger–can be powerful. My grandfather and his brethren are two tents over, ready to fight the war they’ve been preparing for since they fell.”
My hand cups her cheek as I kiss her, holding it longer than I should. “I don’t want to lose you, and I know there is a chance of it the moment those horns blow. Michael is out for your blood just as much as mine and Asmo’s. He couldn’t care less about the rest of them, he’d just throw them in The Void. Us? He’ll shred us from existence… He’ll know we can escape The Void, and he won’t make that mistake again.”
“Whatever happens, we’ll be free when it’s over and all we can do is hang on to that hope,” Alice says, her fingers pushing back my hair. Darkness surrounds us besides the faint orange hue filtering through the sides of the tent from the torches outside, but even in the dim light, I can make out the sparse dusting of freckles across her cheeks, the azure blue of her eyes, and the fullness of her lips.
“You’re right. The best we can do is think of what comes after.” I push back, laying down on my pillow. “What are you looking forward to?”
She groans, stretching and turning on her side to wrap her leg over my hips and slip her calf between my thighs. Her arm lays over my middle and she snuggles into the crook of my arm. Her curls press against the side of my face and I breathe in deep, soothed by the fruity smell of her hair.
“I think I’m looking forward to living in Hell Hold again. As beautiful as the castle in Solaria is, it’s not my home. I think we’re doing the right thing by delegating it to Finn and Eva. He deserves to be lord. He’s served his kingdom ten times over and is more noble than most of the men sitting on your court.” Her fingers move to draw swirls along my stomach, it both tickles and heats my blood at the same time, and the moment they drift lower down the V formation that dips below my waistband, my cock twitches. “What about you?”
“Returning home, and finding normalcy. One day, when the threat of Michael and Heaven is long gone, I hope to see you become a mother, to raise our child.” Her head shifts so she can look at me. As much as I want to turn to see her eyes, I’m worried she won’t feel the same way, and I don’t think I can handle that right now, along with the nerves of the war. “It doesn’t have to be right away… just someday. I hope it’s a girl with curly red hair like you,” my voice cuts out as I chuckle, imagining a small version of Alice wreaking havoc on our castle, or worse, a small version of me. “I don’t care what my father thinks about the rules of our land. We’ll change them. I want whatever children we do or don’t have to have the right to the throne, regardless of what they have between their legs. I think one day, we’ll be the reason Hell changes for the better.”
Alice doesn’t say anything. Instead, she leans up to kiss me, swinging her leg over my middle until she straddles my hips. Her center grinds against my length and I sigh, letting her steal away the worries of the day to come. I gather her hair in my hand, holding her to me as my tongue slips across hers and my heart speeds away inside my chest, only to screech to a halt the moment the horn blows.
War has begun…
39
Alice
My armor clanks as I run through the fields of the foothills, dropping to my stomach the moment the cave comes into view. Kai drank the potion the king made, allowing him to shapeshift into a convincing replica of his grandfather.
The blonde man that Asmo and I saw–Michael–steps out of the cave opening, greeting him, and more angels pile out behind him, silver swords and daggers clenched in their hands like some sort of sad, drug deal about to go wrong.
“We’re moving on my brother, yes?” Michael says, stopping before Kai disguised as the high king.
I wish this would be as simple as sealing that gate and every other entrance into Hell, but it wouldn’t take Michael off the throne in Heaven, which means he’ll still continue to torture angelic souls and subject the Earth to his wicked plots. He’ll stop at nothing to cause God to return, even if it means destroying the world to do it. Sealing Hell might’ve temporarily fixed our dilemma, but it would’ve reared its ugly head eventually.
Kai says something, but I can’t hear it from this far. Michael draws his sword, flipping it in his grip. “Well, Midas… It’s been a pleasure, but I won’t be needing your assistance any more, or that of your abominations.”
