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Fallen Angel Ch. 05

By: LevanaHyll



Davariel soared into the sky once more, after having secured safe passage for Luciel to her home planet, Earth. Over the ancient forests of the planet, he flew, looking for a reflective surface. All was dark and quiet below. Still, he could feel eyes upon him, staring in stark terror at the angel of destruction.

Over a cluster of hills, he spotted a lake. The big, golden moon reflected upon its surface. He circled once, whispering an incantation that would allow him to open a gateway back to Megdoluc, then plunged head first into the black waters. Through the chill depths, he breeched the portal, resurfacing in the frozen hell that was Megdoluc. The biting cold stung his naked flesh as he walked out of the small pool of a thermal spring that bubbled up between two boulders.

Ice and ash covered the surface of the demon planet. The few trees that remained were now devoid of the little greenery they once possessed, their blackened limbs twisting up toward the smoke choked sky as if in agony. The roiling sulfurous clouds the four super-volcanoes spewed into the atmosphere had long ago smothered the life-giving rays of the twin suns.

He found a cave and began his descent into the bowels of Megdoluc. Davariel circled around vents of heat coming from the deadly rivers of magma beneath the planet's crust, a stark contrast to the frozen surface. The deeper he descended, the more lakes of fire and liquid rock he encountered; a descent into the antechamber to hell.

He finally arrived at one of the main chambers. Glowing rocks illuminated the cathedral-like cavern, creating strange wavering shadows upon everything. Slumbering devils clung upside down, wrapped in their multicolored bat-like wings from the cavern's vaulted ceiling. A few others, that skulked around on the ground, snarled and whipped their long tails at each other, only to wrestle for a brief moment, then end up fornicating in unrestrained violence. They weren't used to being trapped in physical bodies and their weak natures made them succumb to the body's basic instinct...fight for survival, eat, and fuck.

He had once thought they were beautiful creatures, created by the fallen angels to serve. Now he saw them for what they were; vile, ugly, disgusting things.

Again, he felt the ache in his chest when he wondered if this was how Luciel saw him. With a dejected sigh, he leaned against a large boulder, rubbing at the bothersome ache in his heart.

She thinks I'm ugly.

Tears burned his eyes and nose.

"Why haven't you sacrificed the girl and opened the gates? Lucifer is waiting!"

Davariel turned with a start to stare at the burgundy demon that had defiled him in the cottage. The memories of what they did to him came rushing back.

Davariel had to bite his tongue to keep from snarling at the demon. Still, he bared his fangs, wanting nothing more than to rip the creature's throat out. "Her full moon is upon her. She'll be sacrificed during her new moon," he answered, thinking up a quick lie. He knew Luciel was going through her monthly flow and thought that perhaps he could use that to their advantage.

The Demon didn't understand.

"Lie to me and I'll torture the bitch before your very eyes till she begs for death."

Bile rose up in Davariel's throat. Images of how this foul being abused him, laughing all the while, turned his blood to pure poison. He would never let them hurt his Luci. Davariel never knew he was capable of feeling so much hatred. He knew the demon would follow through on his threat.

You just signed your death sentence, demon.

"I don't give a fuck for the bitch, as you say." He could no longer control the deep growls that emanated from his throat. "Do whatever you want, but know this... it took nearly half a siglon to find one as worthy as she. I guarantee you that powerful virginal Master Guardians don't abound in this realm."

The demon continued to growl also, but made no movement. Instead, he studied Davariel's face with narrowed eyes. "You want to fuck her."

"Why wouldn't I, imbecile? She's beautiful."

"Perhaps we'll give you her carcass so you can divert yourself once we've slaughtered her," the demon taunted.

"I prefer them kicking and screaming when I fuck them."

The demon now snickered in amusement. "No one has ever kicked and screamed when you fuck them. Well, maybe screamed, but from gratification...even when you use your whip upon their flesh...they writhe in ecstatic delight."

The demon's glowing yellow eyes lowered to gaze with open lust at Davariel's body, his slit-like pupils dilating.

Davariel realized the opportunity for revenge had been handed to him on a golden platter. Narrowing his eyes with a grin, he did what he did best. He licked his lips and allowed his gaze to turn seductive. "How'd you like to feel the sting of my whip on you? You fucked me, turnabout is only fair play."

The Demon's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't hide the little shiver that went through him. He looked Davariel over once more and almost swayed forward. He brought himself to an abrupt halt and stared at Davariel with narrowed eyes.

Come-on, fucker. You know you want me again. Stop playing hard to get.

"Let me see what you really look like, demon. I know you're an angel hiding underneath that...hideous exterior," Davariel coaxed.

The creature hesitated for a moment, then began to glow, bathing the rocks around them in a soft pink hue. The burgundy faded to a creamier tone as he transformed into a man virtually as beautiful as Davariel.

Davariel stared flabbergasted at the newly transformed being before him. The face was delicate and androgynous, with silvery blue eyes, a straight, pert nose and plump, rose-kissed lips. Hair, white as snow, cascaded down in a shimmering fall to mid thigh, like an iridescent cape around a delicately muscled body that was obviously male from the huge erection that rose up between creamy thighs. Still, the fallen angel's ghost-like aura was black.

"Tell me your name." Davariel masked his voice with a sweetness he did not feel.

The stunning male angel smiled. "If I did, then I'd have to kill you." The soft, melodious voice could have been from either a man or woman.

Davariel shrugged, projecting all the charm he possessed into one captivating smile. The angel's gaze heated up a few degrees at Davariel's flirtatiousness. "So, I guess I'll just have to call you Pretty-boy since you won't tell me your name." Rising to his full seven-foot stature, Davariel's smile disappeared from his face. His red wings opened as he squared his shoulders and stared at the angel with narrowed eyes. "Kneel, slave," he snarled.

The shock and rage on the fallen angel's face almost made Davariel smile again.

"H-how d-dare you," Pretty-boy stammered.

Davariel summoned his short whip and cracked it. The sound echoed throughout the chamber; making the angel flinch, then hiss like an enraged vampire.

"I said kneel, slave! If you want me to fuck you, then you'll obey me," Davariel roared.

The fallen angel blinked, his sneer turning into a little pout of anxiety.

"Fucking rot then," Davariel snorted and turned to leave.

"Wait," the angel implored.

Davariel turned to see the fallen angel wringing his fingers before finally going down on his knees.

What a stupid weak creature. No wonder they were cast out from the realm of light.

Davariel walked around the trembling fallen angel.

Ah, sweet angel...he mused, the hatred within him making him smile. You tremble in terror at my feet while your loins burn with lust for me.

"Put your hands on the floor," Davariel commanded. The angel obeyed quickly. Gleaming white hair poured down to the dirty ash-covered ground, like water, covering half of that exotic, angelic face. "Nice." He stroked the angel's smooth, pale body with the tassels of his flogger. 'Pretty boy' moaned with pleasure before gasping in shock when Davariel struck him with the whip, leaving red marks on his once flawless flesh. He leaned back and lashed the fallen angel a second time. 'Pretty-boy' took it and groaned in rapture, tilting his ass higher for more.

Davariel knelt behind him and let his tongue lave at the hurt he'd inflicted.

"Davariel," the angel moaned, spreading his lithe legs wider in invitation. "Did you know Lucifer envies your beauty? Fuck me."

Davariel's heart pounded with rage. Feelings of revenge ate away at him. Time for retribution, Pretty-boy. He bared his fangs and sank them deep. Fuck him indeed!

The angel's sharp scream of pain echoed throughout the cavern, making the devils above them shift in irritation. The other two demons that slumbered a few feet away, looked with bored indifference. Typical demons. They couldn't care less.

Davariel held the angel with his telepathic power, sneering down at the shivering creature before him. He opened his arms feeling the angel's blood dribbling down his chest. Slowly, Davariel used his power to bring him up with a simple wave of his fingers. He pressed the fallen angel to his chest.

"Mmmm," Davariel groaned behind the angel, squeezing his power hold so that the angel teetered on the razor sharp edge of pleasure and pain. "You're such a pretty angel. Too bad."

"W-why do you say too bad?"

"Do you know what's so special about me, Pretty-boy? What's so special about reapers in general?" He nuzzled the delicate ear beneath the curtain of iridescent white hair.

"Holy warriors." The angel whimpered when Davariel's hands came down to caress him, teasing his erect flesh, then slowly dragging up his torso to his candy-pink nipples.

"That's right." He licked the angel's neck and pinched the pert little nipples hard, making Pretty-boy groan and tremble in exquisite bliss. "The Divine One created us special." Davariel's voice dropped down to a whisper. He could see each molecule of air swirling around them and knew he'd gone into kill mode. His hands tingled with deadly power. "We're the only beings of this physical world left who can kill an immortal angel without use of a sword."

The air around Davariel distorted, making the angel lose all color, turning grey and still like a lovely sculpture. The angel dissolved, like burned paper, turning into ash in Davariel's arms and drifting to the ground in a cloud of dust.

The devils screeched in terror, flitting around in wild disorder. With the flick of a wrist, Davariel grabbed one hapless fool that flew too close, also turning him to ash.

His eyes darted to the two remaining demons. "Come closer," he called sweetly to them, opening his arms, but the need to kill had his face contorting into a mask of rage as he snarled, "let me love you too."

Fallen Angel Ch. 06



The sun warmed Luciel's flesh as she ran into the cool waters of the river. She dove beneath the glittering surface once the water reached her waist, then resurfaced with a gasp, rubbing the water from her eyes. The chilly water caused her nipples to pebble and raise goose bumps on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let the sunshine warm her face. The heat didn't last very long, though, a shadow coming over the source of light. She opened her eyes once more, expecting to see a cloud overhead. It was Davariel. 

His bright red wings looked like a red blur behind him, and the sun made his billowing hair look like golden flames.

A golden god.

He smiled and reached for her.

Panicked, she turned to run to shore, but he grasped her from behind and swooped straight up, taking her breath away from the momentum. Luciel barely got her breath back when he tossed her up. She screamed before remembering her powers, but he caught her again. This time she faced him as he enfolded her in his strong arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heart pounding.

"My love," he sighed with a smile.

"Asshole," she retorted, giving his hair a yank.

He frowned. "You're not being very nice. Perhaps I should drop you."

"Go right ahead, dumbass," she retorted, eyes narrowed.

His hands caressed her bottom. "I think I prefer you just where you are."

"Hey! Stop that!" She wiggled trying to get him to take his hand off her rear.

His eyes rolled up in ecstasy, "Oh, Luci! Yes! Keep moving like that."

Belated, she realized she'd been grinding herself against his swollen penis. She gasped, eyes wide. "Horny, bas..."

His mouth slanted over hers, silencing her with a kiss.

Davariel was an excellent kisser. The tip of his tongue darted into her mouth, teasing her with little tastes of him.

Closing her eyes, she melted against him with a sigh. Her mouth devoured his the way she'd longed to do for so long.

He raised his thighs so her bottom rested against them, then used his hands to bring her up and down against him, while he moved his hips to intensify the sensation.

She felt herself grow moist, eager for his penetration and whimpered. Luciel buried her fingers in his hair. Soft, so soft. Her other hand lowered to his chest, feeling the silky skin over his taut muscles. She felt his pert nipple against the palm of her hand as she squeezed his bulging pectoral.

"Luci, I love you," he whispered against her lips. "Please...tell me you love me too."

Luciel felt him give a startled lurch and opened her eyes. The intensity of emotion in his glowing gaze moved her. A single tear rolled down Davariel's rosy cheek.

"T-tell me... you love m-m..."

His lids began to droop, the fire in his eyes waning. She looked down, wondering what was wrong with him, then stared horrified... at his beating heart in her bloodied hand.

They dropped.

Luciel sat up screaming in her bed.

With a heartfelt sob, she realized it had been nothing more than a nightmare. One of many that plagued her since the night Davariel left after the demons raped him. A week had gone by, but he'd never returned.

Someone had drawn a warm bath for her by the fireplace in the bedroom. Grateful, Luciel submerged herself into the old-fashioned copper tub with a weary sigh and closed her eyes.

How am I going to do this? I got to kill him, but...heaven help, me I don't think I can.

The scientists from the Edenian council told her cutting his wings off would incapacitate him. It would break the hold the demons had over him. He would no longer be their puppet, but she still needed to kill him. There was nothing more dangerous than a rogue reaper and Davariel was a mutation to boot. Luciel had to find the strength to do it. The entire universe was doomed if she didn't.

But, oh, God—he's not what I thought he was. They're just using him. He's not....

The water sloshing in the tub startled her. She stared bewildered as Davariel jumped in and molded his virile body against hers, kissing her, barely able to keep from smiling as his tongue dipped into her mouth. His ever-erect cock prodded her concave belly.

"Luci, I missed you." He was giddy and nipped playfully at her neck. He looked different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Did you miss me too?"

She put her palms against his hard, muscular chest and pushed, budging him a few inches back—because he let her. "What's...up with you?"

He chuckled and splashed her face before moving to sit his delectable ass on her thighs, straddling her in the tub.

She wiped the water from her eyes and glared at his beaming face. His blood-red devil's wings spread out over the rim of the metal tub as he rested his elbows on the edges, gazing at her with open curiosity.

Luciel narrowed her eyes. There was something different about him.

He looked... ridiculously happy. What in hell's name could this fool be happy about?

*******

Unable to resist, Davariel grasped her arm and pressed his nose against her wet skin. He inhaled deeply wanting to drown himself in her scent.

She yanked her arm away with a scowl and snapped in irritation, "Why do you always smell me?"

"I like your...."

"I know- I know! You like my scent. Still, stop doing that or I'm going to slap you."

He bit his lower lip. The desire to kiss her almost had him moaning. Again, he leaned toward her. "Did you miss me, my love?"

She scoffed at his words, pushing his hand away when he tried to caress her cheek. "You don't know the meaning of the word love, demon."

Her words sliced through him like a knife. Could he be wrong about the scent she emanated? Was he so desperate for love he was deluding himself to feel it where it did not exist? It wouldn't be the first time.

He sighed, looking away. "No. I guess you're right. No one has ever really loved me."

"Nor have you ever loved anyone."

He pondered her words for a moment. Had he ever loved before? Levinia came to mind. Even after becoming dark prince he'd never sought her out to harm her. He knew now that it had only been a childish crush. What did love mean for Luci?

"Have you ever loved anyone?"

"Of course," she retorted.

"Who?" His heart pounded in his ears as he awaited her reply. What if she was in love with someone else?

"Many people, my parents, my friends...why?"

Relief flooded him. He touched her face with the tips of his fingers. "What does it feel like?"

She looked bewildered, and leaned away from his touch.

"It's hard to describe. You care allot for the well-being of the person you love, sometimes even more than yourself. You could never hurt them."

That's exactly how he felt, but what about Luci? They were supposed to be mortal enemies. "Could you ever love me?"

"Never! You're a horrible creature!"

He flinched, feeling those words rip into his heart. She'd been trained to kill the angel of destruction. "Do you...still want to kill me?"

"I must kill you," she answered looking directly into his eyes.

"I see." He looked down with a dejected sigh. Death would be a welcome relief. It would take care of so much.

Her scent teased him again. He knew loved her. Before taking his last breath he would fix the horror he'd unleashed upon the universe...for Luci. He would make it all right again.

Once more, the scent wrapped around him, drawing him in. You could never hurt the one you love.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. She was nibbling her plump lower lip looking guilty. Why?

Davariel grabbed her hands and put them around his neck. Her gasp of shock was the last thing he heard before slipping under the water, pulling her over him. He kept his eyes on her face. At first she only tugged her hands, until Davariel pretended to take a gulp of water and rolled his eyes.

Her nails dug into his throat and her frenzied shrieks reached him through the water.

It was music to his ears. She cared about him! She did love him! He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. He needed to tell her he loved her.

He rose, unable to control his laugh of joy. The sound slap she gave him startled him. He gasped and covered his face, stunned.

"You bastard," she sobbed. "You fucking bastard! Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again!"

Yes, she does love me. His eyes filled with tears of hope.

"But you said you wanted to..." he began in a quiet tone.

"Fuck you," she shrieked.

He struggled against the sobs that rose in his throat.

"No one's ever cared about me... or cried for me." Tamping down the childish urge to cry, he wiped his eyes and looked at her again. Her eyes were wide with shock. "I care about you too. That means we're in love, right?" He reached for her, wanting to kiss her.

"Are you mad?" She scoffed, gripping his wrists to push him away. "Did you lose your mind when those demons...."

He paused, his eyes searching her face. Slowly, the feeling of hope and elation withered and died. He could feel his face grow warm. "Oh. You don't...feel the same? I'm sorry. I'm not used to these new feelings. Coming into full bloom is...confusing." And embarrassing, and painful....

"You're confusing me here, Dava. Back up. What the hell is full bloom and why have you just come into it?"

"It's what happens when Seraphs finally shed the last of their baby feathers. It happens just before we reach half of our first quarter life span," he answered, grateful for the change in subject.

"Okay. Now you really lost me. Half of your first quarter life span?"

"We live a little more than two thousand Earth years on an average."

She paled. "And how old are you, exactly?"

What was going through her head? Something about the way she was looking at him made him uneasy. "I'm two hundred and forty sun orbits." Would she think he was too old for her? By Seraphs' standards, he was barely emerging from childhood.

"Oh, gross!" She jumped out of the water and grabbed the sheet that was on the bed to cover herself.

All he could do was stare open-mouthed, with the sinking feeling that gross was not a good thing.

"Oh, God!" She looked at him as though he were dragon pook. "That would make you like...less than twelve and a half years old! I'm going to hell! I'm a frigging child molester!"

A child? He shot out of the tub and tried to grab her. "No, Luci. It's not like that." He was no child!

"Get away from me, and put some clothes on. I swear, if you try to come on to me again I'm going to slap you senseless!"

This would not do. Her survival depended on her losing her virginity. If she saw him as a child..."But, Luci...."

"And stop calling me that!" She stomped her foot.

It was time to start the seduction. They were running out of time. "But it's my pet name for you," he whined with a pout.

She covered her face and groaned in misery.

Smiling, he wrapped his hands around her tiny waist

She opened her eyes and slapped his hands away, then gave him a stinging smack to his backside. "No touching! Behave!"

The feel of her hand striking his ass only served to harden him up more. "You do realize you're spanking a two hundred and forty year old Seraph and its turning me on."

Her eyes lowered and widened.

"Make no mistake, Luciel. I'm no little boy. Little boys aren't packaged like this."

Davariel pulled her soft curves against him and devoured her mouth. He felt guilty when he concentrated on releasing more pheromones to engulf her in a cloud of desire. He needed her to want him more than ever. Her very life depended on it.

After a moment he felt her go pliant against him. Backing her up, he pushed her onto the bed, stroking and kissing her with desperate enthusiasm. When he grasped her hips and ground himself against her, she broke the kiss with a gasp "A condom! We need a condom!"

He blinked in surprise. "I don't have any diseases. My body isn't capable of harboring any."

"I'll get pregnant."

A baby! For a few seconds he allowed himself the fantasy of seeing himself standing in a beautiful field next to Luci as he tossed a baby up in the air to teach it to fly. The little one would look like her....

"Oh, no you don't. It's bad enough I'm have sex with a precocious adolescent, I am not letting you get me pregnant with baby demons."

The daydream faded and reality rushed in. "If it's meant to be, all the birth control in the universe won't prevent it, Luci."

"No balloon, no celebration, buddy!"

Davariel had no idea what she meant about the balloon and celebration, but surmised that there would be no sex without this Edenian form of birth control. He got up and stalked to the window.

Sticking his head out, he whistled for the dragons. Nothing but silence greeted him. His patience was wearing thin. "Remuel! Zakreel!"

*******

Luciel almost screamed when the face of a giant red dragon poked through the open window.

"You called, master?"

"I need a condom."

The dragon's bright green eyes widened. "Uh, yeah-yeah." He pulled his head back out. "I think I have one here."

Luciel couldn't believe her eyes or ears. Her demon lover was asking a giant red dragon for a condom! Had the situation not been so serious she would have laughed her ass off when a plastic bag big enough to fit both her and Davariel sailed in through the window. Davariel stared at it open-mouthed, before growling in frustrated anger and tossing it back out. "How about one that will just fit my dick and not my whole body, idiot!"

The dragon's head popped back in with an angry little snort, a puff of smoke curling from his nostrils. "That's all I have, master."

"Rem, move. I've got one," another masculine voice called from outside.

Luciel had to gasp this time when a dragon that looked as though it were made of pure gold poked his head in through the window. He had the bluest sapphire eyes she'd ever seen. The stunning beast stared at Luciel for a few seconds before bestowing her with a frightening toothy grin. Davariel smacked his snout in impatience. "Ow! Okay-okay! Here!" The dragon stuck his enormous bluish tongue out. Davariel took the small package, eyeing it with reservation as the golden dragon spoke. "It fits me when I'm not in dragon form... yikes!" The beast was looking at Davariel's erection. "Uh...yeah. Good luck with that."

The creature disappeared from the window.

Davariel sighed with a look of uncertainty, turning over the tiny square in his hand. Hopping into bed again, he fumbled with the small package. Once he had it open, he seemed at a loss as to what to do with it.

Luciel rolled her eyes and snatched the condom from him. "All right, lover-boy. I've got this." It was an ancient style of condom, but she knew how it was placed. The spray on was much more convenient, but a barrier was a barrier.

He gasped and flinched, clenching his teeth with a pained whimper. "I don't like it," he protested tightly.

Luciel cringed. He sounded just like a kid that didn't want to take his medicine.

"Well you're going to have to use it." The damn thing barely fit him, but she managed to get it on him. "There."

They both stared at his latex covered cock. She wondered if it hurt him and was just about to tell him he could take it off, when he tackled her. His mouth devoured hers as he nudged her legs apart with his knees. She accommodated him by trying to wrap her legs around his waist, but he slipped away and lowered himself down her body. His tongue lapped at her tightly pebbled nipples before taking each one deep into his mouth, suckling her like a famished babe. She tangled her fingers in his wet hair, holding him to her. Each tug of his mouth on her nipple sent a jolt of pleasure between her legs. She sighed, arching her back. He licked and kissed his way down her torso, dallying to dip his tongue into her bellybutton, nipping at her waist, then sliding his tongue across the crease of her leg. His hands gripped her shaky thighs and spread her wider. Luciel's breath hammered in and out of her mouth as she tensed in anticipation. He inhaled her essence before tasting her. She felt his tongue swipe at her, making her clutch at the frayed quilt. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her whimper.

"Mmmm...better than forbidden fruit," he groaned.

His red wings fanned behind him, making the heat from his body roll off him in waves. It was a common trait for Seraph's to cool off during mating with their wings. His hair, still wet, molded against his sinewy body. He held her thighs higher.

Davariel pressed his lips to her, as his tongue began lashing against her repeatedly, over and over until Luciel felt ready to burst out of her skin. "Oh, God," she sobbed, trembling.

She could no longer hold back from bucking against his face. Just when she thought she would die from pleasure, pain blazed between her legs as his tongue speared into her. She cried out in surprise. Of course... he was larger than the average Edenian male, his tongue would be too. He'd just breached her... with his tongue.

She groaned and rolled her hips as he thrust his tongue into her in a steady rhythm.

"Davariel," she sighed.

His beautiful eyes flashed up at her, holding her gaze, watching what he was doing to her. Everything inside her was tightening up like a coil. Luciel spread her thighs wider as her fists clutched at the frayed fabric of the patchwork quilt. She was going to come! Her hips rocked against his beautiful face uncontrollably, until she bowed and a feral groan tore from her throat. She cried out his name, begged for more. He obeyed by moving up her body again and impaling her in one quick thrust. He paused for a second with a strange wide-eyed expression.

"Oh God, Davariel," she cried out beneath him. "Don't stop now!"

He took her hand. She blanched when he placed it over his heart and waited, staring deeply into her eyes.

"It's okay now, Luci. You're safe."

Davariel's heart thundered beneath her hand. He waited for his death with his usual angelic smile, as if it were the most cherished blessing. His flesh was resilient, hot, the nipple a hard little point that prodded the palm of her hand like a bead. Her fingers closed on the tight nub and pinched, making him gasp.

She couldn't do it. He was changing. There was hope for him yet. They needed to escape. She was sure the scientists from Edenia could safely remove his wings, then it would be all over. He'd be free.

God, help me. I love him.

"Davariel, please...don't stop. Show me your love."

He blinked in surprise, then kissed her. Davariel held her, his lean hips flexing back and forth with a vigor that had her shuddering in bliss. He fucked her without restraint. Using her powers, she stripped the water from his hair, wanting to feel the luxurious mass.

Exquisite!

Her hands continued to explore him, making him sigh in contentment. They smoothed over his bunched shoulders, underneath his fanning wings to feel the powerful muscles twitching there. Her fingers trailed to the sweet dip in his back, beneath his golden tresses, then spanned out to clasp his lean waist. His body was gorgeous. She pulled him tighter, causing him to thrust with more power. Luciel groaned, spreading her thighs wider, inviting him deeper.

He whispered he loved her, making her want to cry. She was coming again, arching against him as he held her and moved a little slower, grinding a little harder, to let her ride it out longer.

"Ah-God," she cried out.

Colors burst behind her closed lids as his clean essence filled her senses, wrapping her in sea breeze, sunshine and love. There was music too, the sound of their souls singing to each other. It filled her with a joy she'd never experienced before.

Again, he started; harder, faster, making her breasts bounce from the impact. The tight feel of her muscles squeezing him had her at that sublime spot again. Luciel heard his guttural cry. Hot throbbing pulses filled her, making her orgasm pitch even higher. Her legs clenched around him as her back arched, trying to drive him further into her. She wanted to feel him deep, become part of her body. The wave of ecstasy rolled her over and over making her shake from its intensity until she went limp in his trembling arms.




Fallen Angel Ch. 06



She felt drained.

He's definitely a cambion. He must've fed off my energy. She didn't care.

She kept her eyes closed, letting herself sink deeper into the comforting embrace of sleep. He was gathering her against him, murmuring about needing to tell her something she might not like.

Not now. She was too sated and happy to hear something she wasn't going to like.

*******

Davariel stared at her sleeping form in his arms, feeling his eyes sting with moisture. It was better this way after all.

He pulled out of her, feeling her internal muscles cling to him, as if not wanting to relinquish his presence from her body. He could have kept fucking her...for days, but she wasn't a Seraphian female and there wasn't any point to getting her accustomed to the mating habits of his kind. They had no future together...he had no future.

How he wished she had completed her task...to rip his heart out. How blissful he would have received that ending while embedded in her lush depths. The demons weren't going to give him such a swift nor pleasurable end.

He pushed away the horrid images of his awaiting torture. Luci would be gone from what was left of his life. He didn't want to mar this last moment of happiness with such thoughts. The nightmare would begin soon enough.

Davariel removed the remains of the shredded condom, then caressed her concave belly. How wondrous it would be if his seed took root there...inside the woman he loved. How happy he would have felt to have a normal life with a life-mate and children.

But he was born cursed. He had to remember that. Love and happiness could never be for him.

Well, at least he had this moment of happiness. He wanted to savor it just a moment longer.

He lay by her side smiling with the delight of being near her...of loving her.

"If only this moment would last forever." He sighed, his eyes caressing every feature of her exquisite face in wonder. "I'll make it last forever in my mind. It'll be my happy thought when I die." His smile broadened. He reached over to trace her lips with his fingertip. "I love you, Luci. Thank you for my happy thought." He just wished he could have heard her say the same to him. He would die never having heard someone tell him they loved him and mean it. "That's okay. As long as you're safe, that'll be enough for me, my love."

He kissed her damp cheek and realized she needed another bath. Looking briefly at the tub of warm water, he decided he'd lick her clean, versus waking her by putting her into the water again. Besides, he just wanted to taste her one last time.

Davariel went about his task diligently, licking every inch of her in adoration.

When done, he rose with a forlorn sigh and summoned the dragons. They had to take her away now. Prolonging the inevitable was dangerous for her.

"Master?"

Davariel bent and took Luciel into his arms. He held her like a sleeping child as he sobbed like one. My Luci. Kissing her plump lips, he turned to the dragons. "Take her away now, and please keep her safe. I love her," he implored.

They morphed into their human forms and Remuel climbed in through the window. He frowned and shook his head. "Why don't you take her away and just stay with her?"

"I'm bound to them. They'll find me and they'll hurt her to punish me." Davariel placed his sleeping beauty into Remuel's arms. "Just take her away. Take her directly to Earth. It's well protected now by more Seraph Master Guardians."

"What about you," they asked in unison?

"I must face my destiny now...the one I made for myself by choosing this." Davariel opened his wings in defeat, and then let them drop limply behind him, his head bowed.



Fallen Angel Ch. 07



Davariel hovered over the rift, his wings a humming blur barely audible over the howling wind. The sky overhead, choked with thick clouds, was reddish, almost black. He knew Megdoluc's twin suns were shining on the other side of these clouds at their midday mark. However, beneath the thick volcanic ash floating in the atmosphere, it looked closer to dawn.

The air, a fetid mixture of excrement, rotting flesh and ammonia, contained enough poison to blind any being without protection, but Davariel's eyes had a transparent nictating membrane, common to his species, which protected the eyes during flight.

Below him, the frozen waves of the black ocean resembled great canyons. They spiraled around in a funnel that measured about a mile across. The heart of the funnel had a thick layer of a strange glass-like substance, which looked solid, yet rippled at its center. Devils were still leaking out, but the larger more powerful fallen archangels still could not get through.

Time was running out. Davariel knew reapers would return to Megdoluc, searching for him, something they did sporadically. They still clung to the hope of killing him before he opened the gateway to hell and set Lucifer free.

What surprised him most was that the demons hadn't questioned him about the sacrifice or Luciel's whereabouts. The two remaining demons simply stayed away, along with two others that appeared a few nights before.

Three months had passed since the dragons whisked Luciel away with the help of a clan of were-tigris. The shape shifting humanoids provided a star cruiser for their journey to Earth.

Davariel felt Luciel reaching out to him telepathically and shunned her each time. She even tried a dream walker spell, but he kept her blocked out of his mind.

Three weeks passed since the last time she attempted to connect with him. She'd finally given up.

He felt heartbroken, even though he knew it was all for the best. He didn't want her suffering for him. He didn't deserve it.

Summoning up his powers, he concentrated on the rift. He felt strong enough to try to reseal it.

"Abba," he begged to the Divine One on a sob, "I know I'm unworthy... but I implore you to give me the strength to mend the evil I've done."

He whispered the incantation that summoned the demon sword, then, with both hands, raised it over his head, pointing to the sky.

Davariel began praying in the ancient language of the Dominatios.

The wind began to pick up, whipping his hair behind his back. Energy filled him until he thought his body would explode into flames. White light surrounded him and he felt that energy extend into a long beam that rose into the stratosphere and down into the heart of the funnel. The entire surface of the planet shook, as if trembling in terror. The volcanoes exploded again, with more violence than before, fire shooting up like solar flares. The black clouds began to part around the beam of light he projected allowing the rays of the suns to break through.

The entire funnel glowed, revealing dark shadows swimming beneath the barrier.

"Davariel, stop." The voice was deep, laden with a power so terrible Davariel almost complied to its demand. Could it be Lucifer speaking to him?

Davariel closed his eyes and prayed more fervently.

*******

Not far from Megdoluc, a star cruiser containing a handful of reapers and two Seraph Master Guardians witnessed the terrifying display of energy. The entire planet glowed as if it were about to burst. Davariel's power harnessed the strength of one of the suns, causing it to flicker as he drained its life. They watched horrified as the star began to swell and turn first white, then yellow to orange. As the color darkened to red, the star tripled in size.

"What the hell is he doing?" one of the reapers exclaimed. "He'll kill us all!"

"He must be opening the rift." The high priest that had replaced Gadriel cursed. "We've got to hurry. We may be able to kill the smaller less powerful devils and demons, but not the fallen archangels."

The star cruiser dove toward the surface of Megdoluc. They were greeted with the sight of fire and ice once they broke through the thick covering of black clouds.

Landing at the edge of a frozen whirlpool, the sound of clashing swords drew their attention to the sky. Davariel fought three fallen angels and a horde of devils. The reapers took to the sky, but when they neared the battle the unholy creatures fled, leaving Davariel alone. He turned to the reapers and lowered his sword, panting. Immediately, they seized him and brought him down to the ground. He didn't fight them.

They made him kneel, pushing him down with rough hands, a reaper at each arm holding him. Another four grabbed hold of each wing and spread them out behind him in a very vulnerable position.

*******

And so begins my crucifixion—Davariel thought with a shudder. The rift was almost closed, but the last three fallen angels to come through attacked him, preventing him from closing it completely.

He kept his head bowed and saw when the black boots of the new High Priest stopped before him.

Davariel knew Ashriel. By Seraph's standards, he was still a chickling, barely ninety sun orbits. Baby down still covered his black wings, despite his full-grown male body.

"We meet again, Davariel." The High Priest bent to tilt Davariel's face up with his fingertips. Wisps of his dark chocolate-brown hair drifted across his boyish face as he gazed into Dava's eyes. "I remember the way your eyes were before... so blue and clear... so beautiful. What have you done to yourself, Davariel? Why did you divest yourself of your magnificent wings? No one's wings were blacker than yours."

"They were a curse to me," Davariel replied in a soft voice.

Ashriel frowned, then positioned his sword at Davariel's throat. The divine sword remained silent surprising Davariel. His soul couldn't be purified, not after all he'd done. "Have you repented?" Shock was evident in Ashriel's voice.

"Yes." Davariel shuddered with the admission. His soul felt light and liberated, full of joy and love. Luci was safe. If he could close the rift completely, everything would be perfect.

As if unable to believe what he was hearing, Ashriel summoned a Master Guardian to sweep Davariel's mind, wanting to see all of his memories.

The Seraph seemed hesitant at first. To them, reading a person's mind uninvited was akin to rape, but she complied at Ashriel's blistering scowl.

"It's all right." Davariel smiled at her. "I don't mind."

The pretty Seraph placed her hand on Davariel's head and the other on Ashriel's strong forearm.

After a while, Davariel cringed when she began to sob and scream. She must not have liked what she saw. The other Master Guardian rushed to hold her as she began to crumple to the ground. He pulled her back, bewildered, as she reached out, trying to embrace Davariel.

Davariel looked back up at Ashriel who stared at him open mouthed for a moment, before regaining his composure with a scowl. "You're a fool," the high priest spat.

Davariel bowed his head again.

"You wonder why the demons have ceased to punish you...why they no longer inquire about the sacrifice. Oh, Angel of Destruction...how truly naive you are. You impregnated the girl with your demon seed. She carries your successor within her...more powerful than you, because its blood is mixed with the blood of a very powerful Master Guardian and, of course, the act of conception took place on the most magical planet in the entire universe. That will make the child the most powerful entity ever created in this realm." He looked up and nodded.

One of the reapers knelt before him and pulled Davariel's long hair forward, baring his back and wings.

Davariel braced himself, closing his eyes. One blow was all it took to sever his wings.

He screamed in agony. They released his writhing body to the ground. Blood, bright and pure red, spurted upon the ash cover snow creating a crimson pool. That last act broke his bond of slavery to the demons.

"Your child must die, Dava. I'm sorry."

What?! "No," he sobbed. "Please! I pay for my own sins! Don't hurt my baby!" Ashriel's words caused more pain to Davariel than the hacking of his wings.

"It carries your blood...your demon blood. It'll be an abomination."

"The child also carries the blood of a Master Guardian...an archangel. Luci has a divine sword. She battled me with it. Her blood is strong. The babe has free will. Don't deny its right to choose," he begged, looking up at Ashriel.

The High Priest shook his head with regret. "It's not that simple. If the child were to fall into the hands of the dark side, we'd all be doomed. The child's pure blood alone is strong enough to break open the rift completely. They wouldn't have need for a virginal sacrifice. The child would become the sacrifice. That's why they've allowed you to live. You're the bait. They're waiting for the woman to return for you."

"Then kill me," he implored. "Take my body back for all to see I am no more."

"You've repented. Killing you would be a pointless murder."

"And killing Luci and an innocent babe isn't? She won't return. Ashriel, please!"

"No. She won't return...because we're going to hunt her down."

Davariel tried to stand, despite the pain. He began to throw up because of the imbalance of not having any wings. Black soot, blood and now puke covered him. He was weak, powerless and broken, but worse, he was useless to defend the woman he loved and his child in her womb.

He begged and wept until he was hoarse as they took to the sky, leaving him abandoned on the demon planet. He crumpled to the frozen ground losing consciousness from the loss of blood and shock.

*******

On Earth, Luciel clenched her teeth in agony. She panted, her brow beading in sweat as the contractions ebbed. It felt as if her baby had made a complete somersault within her womb. The labor had started the night before.

Her gestation period had only taken three months. Remuel assured her this was normal for the offspring of a Seraph. What hadn't been normal was her belly blooming to twice its size since labor began, and she distinctly felt the movement of a second baby in her womb when they had been certain it was only one. She'd refused to have her belly scanned. This was Davariel's and her baby. She would love it regardless of what it was... male, female, seraph, or demon...or cambion.

A were-tigri male, Seshmel, mopped Luciel's brow while his sister, Sasha, crouched between her legs. Luciel squatted down, held from behind by Zakreel. Remuel was kneeling close with a blanket, ready to take the newborn once he or she was delivered.

She was grateful to the were-tigri clan for taking her in and providing her with protection during her pregnancy. She sensed she wasn't safe; knew she was being hunted because of what she carried in her womb. Not even the were-tigri's knew the babe in her womb was fathered by the dark prince. Had they known, they would have fled in terror.

Luciel pushed, feeling the emergence of Davariel's baby. He'd kept her blocked out all these months. Gritting her teeth, she almost growled thinking of what she was going to tell him. How dare he get her pregnant then just....

Pain ripped through her making her scream. "Why does it hurt so much. Something's not right."

"It's fine," Sasha soothed. "Keep pushing. The baby is emerging feet first."

She clenched her teeth and bore down, the pain agonizing. Wings. Maybe that's why it hurt so much. The baby probably had wings like his father. She would have to go into hiding to protect the baby. When did chicklings learn to fly?

Luciel's rambling thoughts came to a halt when she saw her baby emerge; a boy with stark black hair. The pain didn't subside, as she took a second agonized breath. The baby's tiny fists were clutching another set of little hands, literally dragging another infant out along with him. Luciel closed her eyes as she bore down again. When the second child was delivered, she felt faint with exhaustion.

Twins, but only one was wailing.

Zakreel scooped her up and placed her in a large sunken tub.

The silence of the first baby made her feel anxious, even though she could feel his life force pulsating all around them.

"Are they both okay? Please...tell me."

"The raven haired one is well. He's just quiet. I can see him breathing and he's moving." Remuel answered over his shoulder.

She didn't get to see the second baby when he emerged, only the hands. This one obviously hadn't inherited her dark hair. Did he look like Davariel? A curl of apprehension skittered through her. Another god-like Seraph?

Seshmel approached her with a wailing blond baby. He placed the tiny infant in her arms as Luciel gazed at her beautiful son. He was all plump and pink and loud. She smiled and put him to her breast. He immediately latched on. Blinking open his eyes, he looked at her face, as his rosebud lips pulled at her nipple. Luciel felt her heart constrict with love as she gazed into his pale blue eyes. Just like mom's, but—they had a slight almond shape to them. He looked just like Luciel, but with blond hair. She felt a little guilty at her relief none of the babies had been born with wings, angelic or demonic.

"I'm going to name you Lucien. It means Light of God! It was your grandfather's name." Her heart swelled with maternal pride. "Remuel, let me hold my other baby."

The other dragon, when in human form, had the deepest, reddest mane of hair she'd ever seen on a humanoid. It was the color of blood. She became nervous when he gazed at her with reluctance in his bright green eyes.

"Bring him to me," she demanded.

This baby was larger. His hair was deep blue-black, much richer than hers, and his skin very pale. If it weren't for his rosy cheeks, she would have believed he had been stillborn.

Remuel leaned down and placed her first born in her other arm. She gasped when she saw how his eyes glowed...like a demon's...like his father's. Except for the dark hair, the baby looked exactly like Davariel. Oh, God! For a moment she felt despair, but he smiled at her, one little blue eye scrunching closed, and then he stretched and yawned. "Oh," was all she could say, completely captivated.

A burst of blue-white light blinded Luciel. Clutching her babes to her breasts, she created a protective cocoon around them. Still, the room shook with the power of the new presence, making her feel terror.

The musical notes of a child-like voice filled the room, like a tinkling glass wind-chime dancing in the breeze—a breeze that carried the sweetness of a million fragrant blooms.

Luciel looked up and blinked in astonishment. A platinum-haired cherub floated before them; a legendary Dominatio. It eyes flashed blue, like lightning, in a round baby-face. The tiny angel held a gleaming sword over its head as though it weighed nothing. 

He'd said a name. She tried to pronounce it. "Div-Div-" Luciel stuttered.

"Dev' On," the cherub pronounced a bit more clearly.

"Devon...Devon Luciel Angelos." She gazed at her raven-haired son, then looked at her blond son, "and Lucien Davariel Angelos."

Luciel heard loud gasps and looked up to see the were-tigris clutching each other with terrified looks on their faces. She'd mentioned Davariel's name. Beings were still terrified of him.

Before she'd even opened her mouth, Remuel ushered the were-tigris out, launching into what she surmised was going to be a lengthy explanation as to why they hadn't been informed that Luciel was carrying the offspring of the dark prince.

"The little ones must be kept safe. Both have powers beyond mere mortals."

"Both?"

"They must be kept safe."

One second she was staring at the blond androgynous baby angel, the next second at a cloud of hundreds of bright flowers spilling onto the floor of the bathroom. The entire room filled with the sweet scent of flowers. The sword the cherub held dissipated into a shimmering cloud of iridescent light that swirled around Devon and disappeared.

Luciel stared in awe at her son. She'd received her divine sword only two years ago. Dominatio's had never bestowed a divine sword to an infant before. What did it all mean?

A vision came to her, and she almost doubled over in pain when she saw what was left of Davariel in her mind.

Metal encased his hands up to his elbows and he had a black spiked collar wrapped around his neck. Two bloody stumps protruded from his ravaged back and bite marks covered his buttocks and thighs. The rest of the skin was tattered and ripped, almost down to the bone. He was being abused by two fallen angels. Five more waited their turn.



Fallen Angel Ch. 08



How can I still be alive?

Time held no meaning for him. Davariel's life had become a blur of continuous torture. If they weren't fucking him, they were beating him, tearing his flesh, biting out chunks of it. Only his face remained untouched. They told him Lucifer wanted the privilege of ripping Davariel's pretty face off himself.

He dreamed of Luciel, drifting in and out of consciousness, holding on to his happy thought in desperation.

Soon. Soon the end will come. He tried to console himself.

Through the pain, he clung to the memory of Luciel, her scent, her face, her fiery temper.

"My love," he whispered in delirium as the fallen angels continued to defile him.

They laughed, scoring his flesh with their sharp nails and fangs. He didn't even flinch at the mutilation of his body. He was past feeling. He simply prayed the end would come quickly.

After a while, they grew bored with their limp ragdoll and left him alone.

Davariel lay listless on the filthy ground, covered in blood and semen. His heart beat in an erratic rhythm as he waited for it to stop. However, to his dismay, it kept right on beating, stuttering now and then.

Why?

One of the younger she-devils came over sniffing at him. Her image swam before his bleary eyes.

She was different from the others in how she looked and acted, and usually stayed away. He'd seen her many times scratching and pulling at her skin as if being encased in a body made her uncomfortable.

Now she sniffed at him, watching the demons in trepidation. His eyes drifted shut. The female poked lightly at him and after a long moment began the task of tongue bathing him like a cat. Her tongue was a bit raspy and made his wounds sting, reminding him he was still alive. He hadn't the strength to wave her away...he couldn't even groan. When would death bless him with escape?

Briefly, and to his somber amusement, he felt her trying to grasp him under his arms, trying to pull him away. A threatening growl from one of the demons had her ceasing her efforts and scurrying away.

Then all sounds and sensations ceased.

He dreamt of a beautiful woman cradling him in her arms. She was a feminine version of himself.

For the longest moment all he could do was stare at her. She was humming to him and stroking his hair back from his forehead. The woman just hummed and smiled at him.

"Are you my mother?" He finally asked.

Her blue eyes shimmered with moisture. "Something akin to that." Her delicate hand caressed his cheek.

"Why did you abandon me?" Strange. He felt weak even in this dream. Maybe she was a real angel and had come to take him away. The thought gave him comfort. She probably died giving him birth and now she would take him with her. Perhaps she hadn't abandoned him after all. He was just about to apologize for having caused her demise, but she began to speak.

"I couldn't keep you. I had no physical form."

"I don't understand." His wanted to touch her face, but he felt so weak. His eyes caressed what he hadn't the strength to touch.

"I fell in love with a Seraphian reaper I'd been feeding from and possessed a young Seraphian female to entice him into coupling." She bit her lip, looking uncomfortable, then continued. "I became pregnant. I didn't know that was possible. The woman would only show her pregnancy when I possessed her. I felt the presence of your soul inside me." Her golden brows drew together showing her confusion. She sighed, closed her eyes, and shook her head. "It was a punishment...for having fallen in love. When it was time for you to be born, my spirit became trapped in the Seraph's body until we birthed you. She was horrified because she'd been a virgin and didn't remember having lain with anyone. She wrapped you in rags, without even gazing upon you, and ran to the edge of a cliff to throw you down into the ocean. I begged her not to...she couldn't hear me...but then you began to cry. The sound of your sweet voice enthralled her, so she decided to leave you at the gates of Angelos, because you were a reaper."

"What are you? What am I?"

"In this realm I was cursed by Lucifer. He turned me into a succubus. You, my son, are a cambion. We were angels, Davariel. Alpha angels, because we were God's brightest. Lucifer was jealous of our splendor and tossed us down into this realm." For a moment, Davariel remembered falling... reaching down to a being made of pure white energy. He didn't understand where the memory came from. "There were seven of us," she continued. "Inside your soul you held the essence of the last two. Devon has already been released. The essence of the last angel is now with him."

Davariel's mind reeled. "Who's my father? Was he an angel too?"

She looked sad. "You killed him. His name was Gadriel. Lucifer corrupted his soul in an attempt to turn you against God." She caressed his face. "It almost worked."

Davariel felt filled with revulsion. His own father...everything they'd done... "I'm-I'm an abomination! Why didn't you let that woman drown me? I never should have been born."

She hung her head, her golden hair veiling her face and sobbed.

Her tears rained on his face filling him with sorrow. "M-mother?" Mother, I'm sorry for causing you pain.

The dream faded.

The feel of cool water against his parched lips made him stir. At first, he instinctively swallowed with his bruised throat, then thought better and refused it. He only prolonged his agony by consuming water. If he stopped, then his days would be shorter. 

He wondered where he would go once he transcended. Would the Divine One send him directly to hell, or would he be sent back to this realm to try again? If he reincarnated, he hoped that this time he'd be someone or something a little more normal. How wonderful it would be to come back as a plant, just stand beneath the sun all day and wait for the rains! Better yet, he could be an Edenian toad. One of his reaper baby sisters received one as a gift from her parents. She had told him they lived in ponds, sat on lily pads and ate flies. It was an ugly, slimy little creature, but made the funniest sound and hopped fast. He remembered giggling with Amaranth, trying to catch it when they were still chicklings.

Someone was trying to lift him again.

"I want to be a toad," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Something nudged him onto his back. "I'll s-sit... on a li-pad an eat fie..." He felt himself fading again.

Voices sounded near him. They seemed familiar.

Someone was worrying about swallowing him and then he felt himself rolling onto a wet, warm surface.

Blackness.

He heard a woman's cry. She was sobbing!

A curl of terror gripped his insides making him want to throw up. Had they found Luci? Was she fool enough to have come back looking for him? Were they hurting her too now? The thought had fury burning like fire through him. His instinct to destroy and kill arose like a black demon within his heart. If only his body weren't so broken already.

This time he fought the blackness, trying to stay conscious, but failed. It was all encompassing. Fine time for him to die! His last conscious emotion was one of extreme anger.

Someone was kissing his face and caressing his hair. There was a warm body pressed up close to him. His body no longer ached.

"Davariel, wake up, sweet baby."

"Luci?" His eyes blinked open. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. "Are...we dead, my love?"

She laughed. Her eyes held so much love...all for him. "Of course not!"

Sadness tore through him. He was dreaming. But what a vivid dream! Maybe in his weakened state she dream walked into his mind. He'd kept her away so long so she wouldn't suffer for him.

Does that mean she loves me? Dare I hope? No-no, Dava. She only cares...that's still something. He tried to find joy in that, clinging to the thought in desperation.

"My love, you've got to be strong. No matter where I am, heaven or hell, I'll always remember you. I just want you to promise me that you'll be happy."

"Oh, Davariel. What nonsense are you going on about now?" She shook her head with a soft smile. "First you're going on about wanting to be a toad and now this. What in heaven's name are you talking about?"

His vision grew sharper. He began to realize that this was no dream. He was very much alive and awake...and Luciel was lying beside him.

He felt himself grow pale as he stared at her in horror. Her smile faded and her brows furrowed at his reaction. "It's a trap, Luci! Why...h-how did you rescue me? Where are we? You must flee!" He gasped when he saw her flat abdomen. "You're not pregnant!"

"Calm down. It's okay!" His eyes flew to her face. He felt sick with anxiety even as she tried to soothe him. "We're safe. Trust me. There's a bunch of people helping us. Remuel and Zakreel were the ones that took you out of Megdoluc. Zakreel carried you back in his mouth while he was in dragon form. There are about a half a dozen reapers, both outcasts and fledgling that came to help too and some other weres." At Davariel's look of astonishment she added, "Shifters...wolves and tigers. The dragons recruited them."

"I don't understand."

Her fingers threaded through his hair gently. "You repented, Davariel. You repented from your heart. Not because you feared any punishment for yourself, but because you dared to feel love. That's why the reapers couldn't kill you. You're no longer a demon."

He had flashes of memory...a golden angel cradling him.

"What am I?" She'd told him, but he couldn't remember now.

Luciel answered him this time. "A man. My man." The possessiveness in her voice made his eyes tear. How could his life have changed so much? How long would it last? Then her next words turned that new life into a dizzying loop that left him dumbfound. "The father of my babies."

He swallowed. "Babies?"

She scowled at him. "I should be really pissed off at you, dumbass."

He swallowed. She looked very mad. "Th-the condom broke."

"Yeah, no shit, Blondie! You get me pregnant, get rid of me, and then don't answer any of my calls? What the fuck's up with that?"

He pondered what she could possible mean by calls, and the last sentence he couldn't make any sense of. What's up? What does she mean by what's up with that? He did understand she was quite upset at his having gotten her pregnant. Davariel instinctively pulled up his legs and clasped his hands over his cock, lest she decided to extricate a little revenge in that general area. "I'm... sorry?"

The corners of her mouth turned down even more, making her plump lower lip protrude, while her brows drew closer together.

"I couldn't let them find you. I needed for you to be safe." His eyes beseeched her to understand as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

"I'm a Master Guardian, Davariel. I have powers that you can't even begin to understand. Some of them I don't understand myself."

"If I was able to capture you, so can they, Luciel."

"We could have fought them together."

"While you were pregnant?" He could tell by the expression on her face she hadn't thought of that. "Had you fallen into their hands they would have taken care of you during your pregnancy only to await the birth of our child...my successor." He had to know! "What manner of offspring did I sire, Luciel? Are they Seraph or demon?"

Her expression smoothed out. "Allow me to show you."

His heart seemed to stop for a second, then raced as she rose and went to a large basket-like crib he hadn't noticed earlier. From within the basket she withdrew a tiny bundle and walked to him with a smile on her face.

"This is your second born, Lucien Davariel."

His whole body set to trembling as he allowed her to place the tiny infant into his arms. He had hair made of the finest, palest gold, and the icy blue eyes were like his mother's. The baby boy fussed a bit and turned his head as if searching for a breast from which to nurse.

"No wings?"

"No."

Davariel removed the blanket from around his son until he lay in his arms with nothing but his diaper. Then he began to sniff him lovingly, breathing in his essence, memorizing him. "Lucien. My little Lucien. You look just like your beautiful mother."

"He's going to have your hair, though."

"Let's thank the Divinity that's all of mine he got." He gazed at his son, feeling that he was the most perfectly beautiful child in all the universe. But, wait...he had another! "And my first born?" He noticed the look she had given at his earlier words and began feeling apprehension. Again, she turned and gathered another baby from the basket. This one was much larger with jet-black hair sticking straight out of his round head. The infant's skin was pale and he looked older than his delicate blond twin. The baby seemed to startle when she lifted him from the cradle, and began to cry. Luciel soothed him with gentle words before placing him into his father's other arm.

Davariel's heart sank. He was looking at himself with black hair. Though the child was still an infant, he looked irrefutably like his father and to make matters worse, his eyes glowed unnaturally bright. He had his demon blood...and his cursed face.

"His name is Devon Luciel. W-why are you crying?"

"He looks too much like me. He'll be put on a pedestal and made to think he's a god, like they did to me." How shallow, vain and selfish he had been back then.

"It doesn't have to be that way. We can disappear. There are places that are still unlinked. I know of plenty of worlds where we can fit in just fine and be happy...safe."

"The demons want him. They want both of them. Devon will be the new dark prince and Lucien the sacrifice."

"They won't find us. Trust me."

He felt terrified. Now he had so much more to lose.

He pulled Devon up to his face and took in his essence. He began to feel Lucien growing perceptibly heavier in his other arm. He looked over at his other son and noticed something slightly different about him. It was as if the baby had grown right before his eyes. He looked at Devon to notice that the infants glowing eyes dimmed a bit. Was the babe using his power already? Davariel's hairs stood on end. This child was too powerful!

Luciel made to remove them from him but he held them tightly and shook his head.

"Let me hold my sons a while longer. Please!"

"You have to eat. I helped restore you, but you still lack proper nourishment."

"Restored me?"

She shivered as if reliving some horror. "They'd bitten you all over and torn your flesh almost from the bone. You had bite marks even on your...." Her eyes lowered to his groin and began to tear.

"They bite when they mate, Luci."

"You mean rape." Her small frame shook with fury.

"Not now, Luci. I don't want to dwell on that now." He looked from son to son, smiling, then looked at the woman he loved; the mother of his sons. It was everything he ever wanted, and more than he thought he'd ever have. "If only we could stop time and live in this exact moment forever."

"If that were to happen, we'd never see our babies grow to be men." She came up against him, taking care not to press against the twins, and began to kiss him.

The sheer magnitude of love he felt at that moment propelled him into a fit of shakes he couldn't control. He felt his face drain of blood.

She broke away from the kiss, leaving him seeking its warmth, and almost toppling over in the process. "That's it," he heard her say.

The babes disappeared from hold as sweat broke out on his forehead. He clasped his arms over his chest, his eyes searching about wildly. Where did they go?

"Calm down." Her warm hands cupping his pale cheeks made his eyes snap back to her face. "I only teleported them back into their bassinet. You need to eat and rest a bit." She kissed his forehead and threaded her fingers through his hair. "You were more dead than alive when Remuel and Zakreel brought you in. You don't know how extensive the work of restructuring your entire back was." Davariel felt startled when she hugged him and ran her fingertips across the smooth expanse of his back. "There was an entire team of doctors and scientist working on you, trying to repair the damage from having your wings hacked off."

Releasing him, she walked over to a low dresser built along the entire length of the wall to the right side of the large bed he occupied. The wide bed sat in the middle of the room. Grabbing a small mirror, she went back and showed him his reflection. There was another mirror behind him on the wall at the head of the bed. Luciel pulled his hair over his shoulder revealing his now smooth flesh. No more wings.

"Where are we?" He turned to scowl at the mirror, knowing how easy it was for demons to traverse them. He resolving to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"Earth. We're within the grounds of the were-tigri people. They're protecting us. And, like I said before, we also have five were-wolf sentries, along with the reapers."

A bowl of hot stew appeared in her hands and she began to feed him. The stew reminded him of when he held her captive.

"I whipped you." He remembered the demons had been about to tear her to pieces, thinking he was succumbing to her charms.

"That was another Davariel, not the one I have before me now."

"I don't deserve your kindness. I'm a monster."

"No you're not."

"I didn't tell you the condom broke."

She began to laugh, her gaze turning to look with adoration in the direction of the bassinette. "I'm glad you didn't."

"Would you have stopped our coupling if I had?"

Her stunning blue eyes blazed into his. "Did it look like I would've been able to demand you pull out?"

He remembered her cries if ecstasy when he'd taken her that first time, and began to ache between his thighs.

"Luci," he sighed with longing.

The bowl of stew disappeared. She used her hands to nudge apart his drawn knees and crawled up against him, between his legs. He settled himself into a semi reclining position wrapping his hands around her small waist. She was clothed in enticing garb that consisted of a clingy pair of low riding shorts and a tunic held up by thin straps, her midriff exposed. Her breasts were larger now and she had faint pink marks on her hips, he guessed, from her skin accommodating his sons within her body. She was beautiful, the mother of his sons.

She began kissing him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth with urgency. His hands slid into her beguiling little stretchy shorts and cupped her pretty rump. He wanted her, badly, but guessed he wouldn't be able to have her yet because she'd just given birth to his babies. Her body probably hadn't healed yet.

"I self-healed, Davariel. I-I..." She raised her head to look into his eyes. "I need you."

Again, she kissed him making him shudder. Her fingers caressed his hair, stroked his cheeks, and squeezed his shoulders. He rocked her against him, moving his hips under her as his desire spiraled feverishly. Another small shudder went through him, making him moan against her lips.

"Oh, God, Davariel." Her teeth caught his lower lip. He felt it all the way down to his aching erection. "I know I shouldn't be doing this to you yet, baby. You really need to rest for at least a day."

She made to pull away, but he kept her trapped against him with the sheer force of his hands wrapped around her waist.

"No," he implored her. "I need you too. This will give me strength, Luciel. Love me, please!"

Her luscious mouth ravaged his as he felt her hands brushing his long hair behind his shoulders. She nipped and licked at his lips before reaching around to his left ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue, giving him goose bumps. When she thrust her naughty tongue into the shell of his ear and tweaked his nipples hard, he sucked in a ragged breath between his teeth and writhed beneath her. He moaned, rocking against her in rising desperation. She reached down and scraped her nails along his length. He almost shouted, but managed to clench his teeth on a strangled groan. Fuck! If he didn't control himself, he'd scare the twins.




Fallen Angel Ch. 08



She continued her downward journey, caressing him as her teeth and tongue tantalized his nipples into stiff little peaks. The woman was driving him crazy. She continued her onslaught upon his nipples, nibbling and lapping away at them as if they were the sweetest candy. He squirmed in delight, but ached for her to go lower.

Her tongue traced the outlines of his muscled abs and the line that marked that area from his hipbone. Davariel let his head drop back in surrender. Finally, she reached his penis. He feared he was going to come before she ever got her mouth around his straining tip. His knuckles turned white from twisting fistfuls of the sheets in his hands while she kissed his thighs. Already panting, he bit his lip and arched his back, stifling another shout of desire when her tongue swiped up his full length. Her eyes shot up to his, drowning him in their silvery blue depths. Her pupils dilated wide, making them seem darker. Holding his gaze, she took him into her mouth and sucked. Biting back a harsh groan, he let his fingers go into the darkness of her hair and held her to him as he undulated, spreading his thighs wide with his feet flat on the mattress. She continued to suck him into her hot little mouth, her tongue working him in deeper. He growled with pleasure.

"Baby, I can't take it anymore." His voice broke as he came. Ecstasy! His head arched back and he opened his mouth in silent agony. All he could do was gasp and pant. She swallowed him down until he thought he'd die from rapture.

Once more, she kissed his thighs, smiling up at him.

He grinned back. Silly girl. She thinks I'm done. He was barely getting started.

"Ride me, Luci."

Her eyes widened in wonder. She didn't know young Seraph's could go a few rounds and not lose their erections for hours...sometimes days. He might no longer have wings, but he was still Seraphian born.

Tearing away her skimpy little shorts, she straddled him with eagerness. As if savoring the moment, she lowered herself slowly. She was tighter than a fist. He winced, his eyes widening, not expecting her to be so tiny after having given birth.

As if reading his mind, she giggled like a naughty girl, making his heart race. "I told you, I self-healed. Everything went back to the way it was before I'd had sex with you."

He almost crossed his eyes when she finished seating herself completely onto him.

"My love, I'm in heaven," he sighed.

Being inside her again made him want to weep in joy. He touched her face and caressed her hair, assuring himself that this was no dream and he was really sitting there with his beautiful Luci clasping him tight. He couldn't help the broad smile that spread across his face.

"I'm the luckiest angel—I mean—man alive."

She caressed his cheek, her eyes darkening to a liquid blue, "You're still an angel to me."

His heart sped up at her words as he felt her sweet essence grow stronger. Whatever the scent was, it was only for him. That made him happy.

It's just as good as love. He pushed away the shadows of sadness and fear, not wanting anything to mar this moment of intimacy with her.

Now that he'd lost some of the harried edge to his lust, he could relax and give her pleasure at leisure. He wanted to drive her wild with need.

Unfortunately, his sons had other plans. No sooner had she come the first time, bouncing wildly on his lap, one of the babes began to fuss. They stared at each other wide eyed, panting, then began to laugh.

The second she eased herself off him, he bounded out of bed and rushed to the bassinette.

"I could have teleported him to us, you know."

He just shrugged, scooping Lucien into his arms. Again, he sniffed the baby's sweet scent into his lungs as he carried him to his mother. He gave the blonde infant to Luciel with reluctance and watched in fascination as his child nursed from her pretty breast. For the second time, he noticed the babe looked larger than before. He knew that Seraphs sometimes grew in spurts. It had been a necessary evolution for their kind to avoid falling prey to ancient predators, but it wasn't something you could see right before your eyes. It was supposed to be gradual.

He rose once more and picked Devon up. The infant still slumbered and stretched with a yawn when his father took him into his arms. He still looked the same at least, but resembled a baby of about a month rather than a newborn of a few days.

With a smile, he felt the downy thatch of jet-black hair that stuck straight out of his little head. He looked funny.

"His hair is going to be like yours."

Luciel giggled. "He's going to have the girls going crazy for him."

Those words had his smile dying a quick death. Memories of how people used to grope at him, until he just kept himself locked away at the castle, came back to haunt him.

"What's wrong, Davariel?"

"I don't want what happened to me to happen to him."

"The universe may have put you on a pedestal, but you never knew what love was. We'll give our sons more than enough love. They'll be fine. Don't worry."

He wasn't convinced, but didn't express his fears to her.

Both infants fed and having helped her change their diapers, he placed Lucien into the bassinette, then turned to take Devon and tuck him close to his brother. They both slept peacefully.

Stifling a yawn, he realized Luciel had been right in assuming that he needed to rest a bit more.

She insisted he finish eating the stew she had one of the wolves prepare along with a bowl of varied fruits and cheeses.

She fed him, smiling when he licked her fingers every time she fed him pieces of fruit. He felt peaceful as she chatted on about the people protecting them.

Now, his belly full, and his lust slightly sated, he felt sleep beckoning to him.

They lay together, with him pulling her back against his chest in a comfortable spoon position. He promptly drifted off, sighing in contentment, his sweet Luci wrapped in his arms and his nose buried in her fragrant hair.



Fallen Angel Ch. 09



Luciel woke with a start.

He was gone!

She let out her power to locate his life force and sighed with relief when she realized he was close, only to tense up again sensing he was in severe pain. Snarling a vicious curse, she teleported to where he was.

There was an empty aircraft hangar in the were-tigri compound that had been converted into a high-tech training hall. She'd taken to honing her fighting skills there every morning.

In the very center of the training area, Davariel lay bleeding and broken once more amidst a circle of reapers.

"What the hell are you all doing?" Her shriek of rage echoed throughout the large training hall as she rushed to Dava's side.

The reapers sprang away from her approach.

"He said he needed to practice sparring," one of them answered in a small, timid voice.

She knelt down and flicked away the bloodied hair that covered Davariel's face. He was a mess. Blood oozed from his nose, half of his face was black and blue, and his arms looked deformed—most likely broken. "I should just leave you this way to teach you a lesson. You're barely ready for sex, Davariel, much less sparring."

"I need to be ready." He closed his eyes in apparent agony.

"Well then let your body heal completely, you moron!" She raked her fingers through her hair, growling in frustration as she tallied all the scans he'd need now to repair all the new damage.

One of the reapers leaned over to another and asked, "What is moron?"

The other just shrugged with a perplexed expression on his face.

Luciel scowled at them. "Why the hell don't you idiots use the holographic weapons in here?" Surely they'll understand idiot. She barked out a series of numbers and codes and a bright sword appeared before each one of the reapers. Black wings ruffled and silver-grey eyes looked at her in surprise. "Go on. Take them. You'll find they feel real enough." She also grasped one, testing its weight.

******

Davariel felt embarrassed that she'd discovered him beaten and defeated, but wondered why she didn't heal him and let him participate in the sparring now. "What about me?"

Luciel's eyes flashed to him with an angry snarl. They had the same cold predatory look she had when he'd first engaged her in battle in the Edenian Science building. It came as no surprise to him when she swung her blade and sent it through his throat. Still, he couldn't help but stare up at her with wide eyes. Had his arms not been broken in several places, he would have touched his neck to see if his head was still attached to it. Luciel grinned triumphantly at him. Heaven help him, he loved her.

"You can virtually fight for real without actually killing anyone." She said withdrawing her virtual-blade.

Luciel's lithe form turned toward the six black-winged death angels, then crouched down into a ready stance as she beckoned them to advance.

The reapers smiled and approached, spreading out around her, their wings opening up.

"No. Don't use your wings. You'll kill her," Davariel snarled.

"Shut up, Blondie," Luciel spat, her eyes never leaving the targets circling her. "Alright, you bunch of feathered sissies. Let's see what you've got."

He watched, terrified, as Abdiel approached her. The golden haired reaper was still a chickling, only fifteen sun orbits. Baby-down covering his wings, but he'd been the one that had slapped Davariel clear up to the ceiling of the training hall with his wing. Had it not been for Eriel, who'd intercepted his fall, he'd have been nothing more than a bloody smear on the cement floor right now.

Abdiel swiped at her with his wing, making Davariel cringe, but, to his relief, Luciel spun agilely over the moving wing, her arm spinning in a complete circle. The virtual blade flashed, apparently severing the wing completely off. Abdiel cried out in surprise when his wing drooped limply behind him. Luciel took advantage of his shock and sliced the blade through his neck, beheading him. He fell to his knees, stunned, before toppling back, his eyes round.

"Game over for you, kiddo. Now who the hell's next?"

Abdiel began to wail. "I can't feel my wing. I can't move my body."

The other reapers looked dubious.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Luciel chastised. "The numbness will wear off in a few minutes." She turned up her nose at the others. "So, that's it? You bunch of morons give?" When they looked blankly at her, she rolled her eyes. "Do you surrender?"

They all tensed and scowled, finally understanding.

"Reapers surrender only to death or lust," Eriel hissed.

They attacked and were wiped out with the same ease as Abdiel.

Davariel watched, memorizing every move.

*******

Davariel felt livid. Luciel had healed him, but kept him in a semi-conscious stupor believing he needed rest. He learned how to communicate with her telepathically and constantly begged and argued with her to let him awaken fully. The headstrong woman wouldn't listen to him. He wanted to scream in frustration, but his present state wouldn't even allow for that simple release of anger.

He began to refuse her attempts at feeding him, clamping his teeth tight so she couldn't get the spoon of broth into his mouth.

Release me—he demanded into her mind.

"Not yet, sweetheart. When you're a little stronger. Now, open wide."

She spoke to him in the same tone the high priestesses used when he was a child. It only incited his anger more. How dare she control him this way!

He could feel her fingers trying to make him open his jaw. Davariel clenched his teeth tighter as he searched his brain for scathing Edenian phrases.

"Dava, open up," she insisted.

Bite me!

Her fury was palpable. He could sense her struggling not to dump the broth on his head. It made him want to laugh and goad her some more. He'd stick out his tongue at her, but knew she'd seize the opportunity to shove the damn spoon into his mouth.

"Dava, you're acting like a spoiled child."

He'd heard that plenty of times before. Summoning every ounce of strength he possessed, he lifted his hand and stuck out his middle finger. He knew it was a very offensive gesture for most Edenians.

He heard Luciel snarl in indignation, could feel her fury, but it didn't last very long. He smiled anyway, then sputtered when she slipped the spoon full of broth past his lips. The little wench! Davariel pursed his lips and blew, making the broth spurt out all over himself and her.

This time she almost broke the bowl when she slammed it onto the nightstand by the bed. She was really enraged now. He turned his head away from her fearing she'd whack him.

A few seconds passed and nothing happened.

The bed dipped and he felt her straddle him. What was she up to now? He turned his head and tried to focus on her. The image kept fading in and out, but he was almost sure he saw her removing her t-shirt. Her fingertips stroked down his torso. There was no mistaking that. They dipped beneath the waistband of his loose drawstring pants. He blinked trying to bring into focus the two pretty breasts that bobbed over his face, when he suddenly felt her delicate fingers slip between his legs to cup him.

Fuck! He groaned in response to her teasing. She knew how addicted he was to sex and teasing him when he couldn't respond they way he wanted to was beyond cruel.

Luci, what are you doing? Let me awaken fully. I'll do whatever you want, just let me fuck you properly.

He knew he had no shame begging that way, but he loved sex. Not just any sex, but sex with his love, his heart, the mistress of his soul! He'd lie on his back for a month and swallow down whatever she wanted as long as she sat on his loins. He'd turn over and pound her into the mattress, too. That would be nice.

Davariel felt himself going insane with lust, but her only response was to rub an enticingly erect nipple over his lips. The dark hazy mist that pulled at his mind grow stronger. No! He didn't want to lose consciousness now! Sweetness filled his mouth and he felt the strongest urge to suck and swallow.

*******

He lost all sense of time. Within the endless black that imprisoned him, he felt the ghostly dance of her fingers stroking him, the warmth of her breast teasing his lips, the sensation of ambrosia filling his mouth, feeding the increasing ache that built within him...to have her.

The blackness ebbed and his body felt light, almost weightless. It would have been soothing except that his balls felt like they were filled with lead and his cock actually hurt.

Davariel blinked his eyes open, then doubled over as the painful sensation between his legs finally hit full force.

"Fuck! What have you been doing to me?" he wailed through clenched teeth, cupping his stiff penis and petrified balls.

One look at Luci revealed her nibbling her lower lip with a guilty expression on her face. They were both in the sunken tub of their bathroom.

"It was the only way I could get you to feed. I didn't know that you'd stay...."

Feed? What in Hades was she talking about?

"Does it hurt very much?"

As she spoke he noticed a pearly drop of milk clinging to one pert nipple. Feed.

His dick still hurt, but he felt so enraged he ignored it. "You breast fed me?"

She flinched. It was no wonder. He could still hear the echo of his roar in the room.

"You wouldn't eat..."

"You had no right keeping me unconscious!"

She glared at him. "Stop screaming."

To that he replied by slapping his hands on the edges of the tub, and roaring like a beast inches from her face.

Her icy blue eyes flashed as she bared her teeth at him. "You spoiled ungrateful brat!" She sloshed around in the tub turning to leave as a slew of expletives poured forth from her.

Davariel wrapped his power around her and yanked her back to him. She fell back on her ass, legs spread wide around his thighs. She stared up at him in shock, her pretty, plump lips forming the perfect O for him to shove his cock into.

"Your pussy or your mouth," he snarled tangling his fingers into the wet hair at the back of her head. "And hurry the fuck up before I decide on your ass just to teach you a lesson on who's got the balls here!"

He knew that was a bit much, but he was pissed and horny; bad combination for Davariel of Angelos, reaper, death angel, ex-dark prince.

Apparently, none of those lofty titles had any bearing on the gorgeous Edenian female before him. He forgot who and what he was dealing with—a Master Guardian. She wasn't just any Master Guardian either, but ranked an archangel.

The tingling in his free hand should have warned him, but it all happened very quickly. She used her own powers to slap his hand with much brutality upon his poor throbbing dick, screaming at him "go fuck yourself!"

Stars shot out before his eyes as he yelped in pain. "Bitch!"

Through the black haze of pain that threatened to engulf him he heard a sound. Blinking, he lifted his head and felt his heart break. Luci was crying.

"My love..." he began, his voice coming out strained, but she vanished from sight. Teleportation. She didn't go far, though. He sensed her presence in their bedroom. He took a deep breath unable to avoid the loud moan that erupted from his throat. His cock was still throbbing.

"Luci, please."

If he didn't regain composure she'd teleport somewhere he wouldn't be able to reach her. What if she left him? He couldn't live without her! The thought made him want to sob. In desperation, he crawled out of the tub. Lucky for him it was sunken. There was no way he would have managed to lift his leg. Just crawling up the short steps was agony alone, but he endured it. Luci couldn't leave him. If he had to go on living he needed her.

*******

After everything she'd done so he could grow strong and healthy again; she'd bathed him, combed his outrageously long hair, fed him like baby from her own breasts, tolerated his obnoxious belligerence—and for what?

He'd treated her no better than a whore, then called her bitch. Another sob hitched in her throat as she hurriedly yanked on a t-shirt.

"Luci, please," he begged from the bathroom.

She steeled herself against the seductive pull of his cambion voice; that sweet voice he used to manipulate all to his whims. Her mind listed every crude cuss word she could mentally throw at him.

A firm pair of hands on her shoulders made her freeze. She could hear him breathing behind her. Was he still in pain?

"I'm sorry." He sounded as if he were trying to hold back tears.

She melted. She was human after all, but didn't turn to face him.

"I'm so terrified of losing you and the boys." The soft masculine voice wove its magic, making her close her eyes trying to resist its hypnotic pull. "Please try to understand me."

She felt his breath against her hair seconds before he buried his nose in it and inhaled deeply. She shuddered.

Closing her eyes, she struggled to retain her common sense. "What does that have to do with you trying to kill yourself?"

"I wasn't trying to kill myself, Luci. I needed to practice my sparring skills. I no longer have wings. I've completely lost my abilities to fight. Even my powers as a reaper have become limited and are quickly fading. Soon I'll be just as helpless and hapless as a newborn Edenian."

"Why do you need to relearn to fight, Davariel?" She finally turned to face him and didn't like what she saw in his eyes.

"They want our sons, Luci. We're no longer important to them. It's the twins they want now."

"They won't find us. By the time they do, the boys will be too big for them to brainwash." She stared up at his face and saw something else there. Horror gripped her and she began shaking her head. "No! Davariel, no!"

"I must, Luci! The rift can't remain open like it is. I cracked it open; it's my responsibility to reclose it."

"No! No way! You'll be killed!"

"It can't stay open, Luci."

"Well you can't go alone!"

At that, he scowled darkly. "You will not go with me."

What an insufferable blockhead! She bared her teeth in anger and he actually took a step back. "If I don't go, you don't go."

His golden brows drew together, but he managed to keep his voice soft when he said "if we both die what will become of our sons. Be reasonable."

Images flitted through her head, but she ignored them.

"We're not going to die. We just have to plan this out. We'll gather as many reapers as we can to guard you while you close the rift. If you go alone, you'll never get a chance to even try to close it."

Luciel watched the play of emotions drift over his heart wrenching features. He had goose bumps from being wet and she used her power to strip the excess moisture from him, leaving his hair gleaming and skin dry and glowing.

Even without wings, he was still exquisite, perfect. She led him to the bed and laid him back. For the longest moment, all she could do was stare at him.

"Am I still ugly to you," he asked?

She could see the vulnerability in his vibrant electric-blue eyes. It touched her deep into her soul. "You never were."

He closed his eyes in an expression of relief. "I love you, Luci. Don't ever forget that."

"Don't ever let me forget, Davariel."



Fallen Angel Ch. 10



Luciel followed the sweet voice beckoning her, her boots clicking on the dull green floor of the corridor. She'd awakened to the soft whisper calling her name. It sounded like her Dominatio, but she wasn't sure. The cherub had only appeared to her three times in her life; the first time, when her parents had died, then again, to give her the divine sword she possessed. The third time was to console her when she discovered that the beautiful angel she'd fallen in love with as a teenage girl was the dark prince she was being trained to destroy.

She turned a corner in the corridor and stopped in her tracks. The baby angel hovered before the door to the main com-unit room. Luciel approached with a smile. Her Dominatio was such a pretty little creature, its golden hair streaked with a thousand shades of gold, it luminous eyes a crystalline shade of vibrant blue. Electric blue.

"I never noticed before," she whispered, her eyes narrowing. "Your coloring is just like Dava's."

The cherub never spoke a word to her, unlike the one her son had, but she could feel it communicating with her through vibrations of emotion that threaded through her body like the notes of song, resonating deep within her heart.

The Dominatio hugged her, then opened the door to the com-unit room.

Crisp, cool air rushed out, ruffling her hair about her shoulders. As soon as she stepped into the room, the overhead lighting activated itself.

The were-tigris had also refitted this area to accommodate a state-of-the-art communications unit. The floor was shiny black marble, and the walls padded with deep grey acoustic material. The center of the room had a pedestal used for virtual interface. One could converse with another as if they were standing before you. At the far end of the room was a more traditional console, with a fifteen-foot holographic screen. The overhead lighting dimmed and the holographic imaging projectors over the pedestal blinked to life.

Luciel gasped, drawing the attention of the humanoid that appeared on the pedestal. Jet-black curls bounced over wide shoulders as the inhumanly beautiful face turned to peer at her over its shoulder. Obsidian eyes glittered in a milky white face, looking at her from head to toe. Slowly, the creature turned, the black cape draped over its shoulders whispered across the white of the pedestal. A man. He let the cape slither from his shoulders, baring his naked torso that was a white as her son Devon. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his snug leather pants and strolled over to where she was. His boots stopped at the edge of the pedestal, and he smiled, revealing his pointed fangs. A vampire.

"Hi." His demeanor was sultry, flirtatious...dangerously so.

Luciel had to remind herself that he was just a holographic projection. Nonetheless, she approached him with caution.

She turned to look for her Dominatio, but found that the little angel had disappeared again.

"Mine does the same thing to me. Just pops in and out of my life, like that." The vampire snapped his fingers, then used the same hand to coil one of his curls around his finger as he leered at her. "My, but don't you look appetizing."

"You're an archangel?" Surely he had to be lying. A vampire?

He tilted his head to the side, staring at her with his bottomless black eyes. His hand seemed to reach for something in front of him. Fire blazed and magnificent sword appeared in his hand. The hilt was black and glittered with hundreds of jewels. The black scroll marks on the blade were similar to the ones on her own blade.

A divine sword. So, the vampire wasn't lying after all.

"You look surprised."

Luciel analyzed why she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from his. He barely blinked, and his eyes stared with piercing intensity, like a predator. His brows drew up in amusement. Oh, yes, and he was pretty...like a girl.

"I don't meet many vampires. Don't think I've ever come across one who was an archangel."

He lowered his sword, resting the tip on the floor while he leaned on the hilt and studied her intently. "How can I help you?"

"Help me?"

"My Dominatio ordered me to help you."

Her own Dominatio had led her here. Still, she was reluctant to speak of Davariel. He was on every Master Guardian's most wanted list.

"And what makes you think, I need your help?"

The vampire turned and strode a few steps away. His black spiral curls danced against his waist beguilingly, and his muscles rippled when he spun the sword like a baton in his hand. She imagined he had centuries of practice wielding that blade...among other things.

"Perhaps we should start with introductions." He spun around, a smile gracing his blushing lips. "I'm Drakken Nehzilini, Master Guardian and archangel protector of the newly colonized Sjoria."

Luciel's mind began to race. "Isn't that planet on the very outskirts of the galaxy?"

"That would be the one. Not too many aliens have populated it because of its strict measures to keep everything as simple as possible. No big cities on Sjoria. Lots of oceans and rainforest, though."

"How does one go about to colonize?"

"One doesn't." He raised his brow and tilted his head to the side. "Oh, damn. That's it, isn't it? I've got to get you permission to live on Sjoria." He rolled his eyes and huffed. "Why me?"

Her Dominatio and his had arranged this, so it had to be done. But how would she manage to transport Davariel, the babies and herself, and keep their presence secret? She was almost at the limit of her power cocooning the compound with a power shield so no one would detect their presence. Little by little it was draining her. She knew eventually she would need to relocate to the unlinked outskirts of the galaxy.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

The vampire's sweet voice intruded on her thoughts.

She took a deep breath. "Luciel Ngyuen...."

Drakken's sword fell to the floor with a loud clang. His lips went pale. "The dark prince's mistress?"

"Mistress?" She almost went into an insulted tirade, until she realized he was right. Hell, she was still sore from the last pounding Davariel had given her only moments before. Luciel felt herself blush.

Drakken put his fingertips to his colorless lips, staring at her wide-eyed. "Is he with you? Is it true you birthed his child?"

"Twins. Two boys. Dava is sleeping right now."

Drakken shuddered. "I saw him once, before he turned. I'd been allowed to enter the holy city, but was forbidden to approach him. We followed him at a safe distance, always watched by a dozen armed reapers. He barely acknowledged our presence. The king of the Fae planet, Marahk, was with us that day. Davariel spotted a group of Greis in the multitude that had gathered to...worship him. They had brought a child with them. The small Grei female was dying. Davariel had her taken out from the crowd and brought to him. He carried her the whole time, singing to her, kissing her forehead with a tenderness that...." Drakken took a deep breath, his eyes staring deep into Luciel's. "When visiting time was over, he begged to keep her, arguing that she didn't have long to live anyway, but the high council refused, plus, the Greis were incensed that he didn't include them in his private serenade. Before they took the weeping child away, Davariel tore one of his primary feathers out and gave it to her. Have you any idea how painful it is for a Seraph to have one of his feathers pulled? It's like yanking off one of your fingers."

Luciel's jaw went slack. She never knew this, but could imagine Davariel doing everything the vampire had just told her.

"Luciel," the vampire bowed low, "I am at your service... and lord Davariel's."

*******

Luciel felt excited when she walked into the bedroom she shared with Davariel and her babies at the were-tigri compound. It wasn't much, with its plain white walls. A long white dresser with frosted glass doors took up an entire wall, the door to the adjoining bathroom was on the opposite wall, and a large platform-type bed took up the rest of the quarters. The babies' bassinet was directly in front of the bed and was made of white wicker. There had been a mirror behind the bed, but Davariel had it taken down. He hated mirrors.

Davariel lay sprawled out and face down on the bed, fast asleep, without a stitch of clothing, making her smile.

"Why are you always naked," she laughed caressing one taut buttock, startling him awake?

"What?" He turned over rubbing his sleepy eyes, his body immediately reacting to her touch.

"You're always out of your clothes, Davariel. Not that I'm complaining, but, I swear, if it were up to you, you'd probably prance around the entire compound with nothing on."

"Well, what's wrong with that? Everyone stares at me regardless."

"It would make me jealous," she admitted.

He blinked in surprise. "Why?"

"Because you're mine and I don't want anyone so much as fantasizing about having you the way I do."

His eyes seemed to moisten and the emotions he emanated confused her. She could feel sadness, anxiety...self-doubt! Self doubt? What could he be insecure about?

"Yes. Your desire for me has always been very strong." He took a deep breath, sniffing at her. It reminded her of the first time they had encountered each other. Those big glowing orbs regarded her with unasked questions.

"What's troubling you now, Dava," she asked, concerned.

For a moment he seemed as if he were about to say something, but then he gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and replied, "Don't mind me. I...should be satisfied with your desire for me. I haven't learned to just accept what's offered and tend to always over-reach for more than I deserve. At least you care about me. That's better than nothing, right? No one ever cared about me before."

He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince her.

"Satisfied with my des...What are you . . .?" The realization hit her like a lightning bolt, making her jaw drop. He thought she only desired him, nothing beyond that. He'd asked her once if she could ever love him and she'd replied never. He was always telling her he loved her and she....

"Good God!" She'd never told him she loved him. "You think that what I feel for you is just lust?"

Once more, he sniffed in her direction. "It's a little different than what I usually get from others. There seems to be another essence interlaced with it that grows stronger. I don't know what it is, but it's always been very pleasing to me. I once thought it was your lo...." He stopped abruptly, his face reddening. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let me love you, Luci."

He reached for her, but she stopped him. She couldn't continue to allow him to think she only desired him while he clearly loved her!

"Davariel, you think I feel nothing but lust for you?" She caressed his face.

He suddenly looked wary. "It's okay. I just hope my feelings for you don't make you feel uncomfortable." His smile was apologetic as he shrugged. "It's hard for me not to love you. You don't have to love me. I'm very pleased that you care at least. You've been very kind, even though I've behaved like a little turd, I know...."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing! He was the most selfless loving humanoid she'd ever known. "But, Dava, I do lo-"

"No!" He placed his fingers over her lips to keep her from saying more. "You don't know what you're saying. You don't know all the horrors-"

"That was another Da-" she began, cutting him off, only to have him cut her off again.

"Not another! Me! Davariel of Angelos! The dark prince!" His tears flowed unrestrained, as he trembled. "I killed so many beings; butchered without mercy! I killed my best friend, Kabiel, because he refused to put down his sword!" The last word came out as a sob. "My poor sweet Kabi," he choked out.

"You were filled with hatred, Dava; hatred and anger. The demonic symbiotic wings implanted into your back were poisoning your blood. The surgeons that reconstructed your back found extensions of poisonous roots from the wings embedded into your spine, right up into your brain. The demons used your rage, and hurt to manipulate you. You're not completely to blame for what happened."

"How could you be so blind," he sighed, closing his eyes in misery.

She gripped his muscular shoulders and shook him. "Because I love you, you moron!"

His jaw dropped even as she tangled both hands into his hair and jerked him to her. Luciel slanted her mouth over his and kissed him with all the passion and love she felt in her heart. He wrapped his big hands around her waist, gripping her hard, shaking with emotion.

"Please...please, Luci," he begged on a ragged whisper against her lips. "Say it again, my love!"

"I love you, Davariel. I love you!"

He tugged at her clothes, making a frustrated sound. "Why do you always wear clothes? They're so annoying!"

She laughed through her tears as she teleported her solid black jumpsuit off, then groaned in ecstasy when he impaled her in one hard thrust.

The intensity of his thrusts had her inching up the slippery white sheets, until he gripped her shoulders and rode her without mercy. She cried out she loved him again and again, like a mantra. It didn't take long for both to find release in their intense emotional lovemaking.

Sweat covered their bodies as they tried to regain their breath afterward.

"Luci?"

She grunted.

"What's 'moron'?"

Laughter bubbled up from her throat as she hugged him to herself. How could such a randy badass continually come off like an innocent child?

"A deliciously sexy mindless twit," she answered nuzzling his neck with a smile.

He grunted. "Well, as long as he's sexy." His fingers caressed her back and hair. "What's in that box?"

Luciel remembered her purchase and good news. Giggling like a young girl, she released him and turned to retrieve the box she'd laid upon the dresser.

"Here, open it."

"For me?" He smiled and tore open the paper wrapping. Within the box was a soft, charcoal-grey, hooded cloak. Davariel gazed up at her in dismay. "More fabric to cover me?"

She looked at him sympathetically, wanting nothing more than to kiss his sad little pout away. "It's only temporary, baby." Luciel sat next to him, watching him bring the cloak up to his nose. He always needed to sniff everything. "Tomorrow we'll be leaving here. I'm taking you and the babies to Sjoria. If you like it, maybe we can purchase a home there."

He put the cloak back inside the box pensively. She wished she knew what he was thinking. For once, she was tempted to sweep through his mind and see his thoughts even though she knew it was a highly inappropriate thing to do.

"Are you still afraid that something will happen to the twins?" He nodded his reply. "And you feel that your reclosing the rift will prevent that from happening?"

"No." He paused for a moment. "There are seven demons, fallen angels from the realm of darkness. They must be killed. Once I get rid of them the twins will be safe enough for you to protect on your own."

Cold dread ripped through her. "Why on my own? What about you?"

"If I fail at killing even one, my sons won't be safe. As a precaution, I must evoke the portal of the realm of shadows. Once opened, it creates a powerful vortex, pulling in whatever is near. Only a Dominatio or the Divine One can pull you out once you've gone through. I don't really think I'll be receiving that kind of help after everything I've done."

"I already told you, the boys will be safe with us. There are too many powerful beings protecting them for anything to happen. I'd be able to sense if anything dark were to come near. I've developed the gift of foresight and have seen our sons as grown men with children of their own."

Davariel's eyes widened. "What about us? Are either of us in those visions?"

"I've seen you. Your wings had been restored."

"My wings?" Davariel's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. You were sitting on the floor in a room filled with children's toys, playing with our grandchildren." Luciel made a face, remembering the vision. "You'd cut your hair. It was just this mop of curls...."

"I had wings, Luci?"

"Your wings can be cloned and implanted back on you, you know."

He cringed. "I would never do that, Luci. It wasn't me you saw."

"Then who, Dava?" She couldn't help the exasperated tone that crept into her voice.

"What about you? Do you specifically see yourself in these visions?"

"They come sporadically. I really haven't seen myself in any of them yet."

Davariel's face paled. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Luci. Please promise to let me go if anything were to happen."

She shook her head feeling her tears begin to spill down her face. "Would you let me go?"

"Not the same."

"Yes it is! I could never let you go. Especially now that I know our sons will be fine. What am I supposed to do without you? I've dreamt about you since I was a child, even before I was told who you were. It was my destiny to either destroy you or save you." She cupped his beautiful face with both hands. "So I've saved you, bore you sons...you're mine...and I'm yours. We can never let each other go, Dava. It would be easier to just stop breathing."

"But I don't want you to die," he said almost in a whisper as she pressed her sweet lips to his mouth.

"I don't want you to die either, but if you go, we go together, my love. Death itself will never separate us!"



Fallen Angel Ch. 11



Davariel kissed the top of Devon's head through the hood that covered him from everyone's view. He held his son, although he was securely strapped onto his chest, while Luciel carried Lucien, who tended to be fussier. The soft grey hood on Davariel's own head covered him well, but he was still nervous. The thought of what would happen if anyone were to gaze upon him made him tremble in fear.

He remembered as a child accompanying the High Priestess, Alya, to the market one sunny day on Seraphia. He was just a tiny chickling, about three sun orbits old. Most Seraphs just smiled at him indulgently and always commented on what a beautiful child he was to the High Priestess who took care of him. That day, unlike others, she took him to the intergalactic market festival so he could see the different types of aliens that visited them regularly.

He recalled how excited he felt as they neared the market festival, his tiny, downy wings fluttering anxiously behind him as he skipped by Alya's side, giggling in joy.

All eyes turned to stare at him in bewilderment. Everything began to grow silent as they passed stalls of wares, exotic foods and animals. An orange-skinned Chidadent male scooped him up, without asking the High Priestess Alya's permission. He hugged Davariel painfully hard, nuzzling his neck as he exclaimed over the child's beauty. Another alien, this one a white haired Mer, gripped Dava's pale-gold, corkscrew baby-curls, and begged the Chidident to allow him to hold the him. A female Grei tried to pry the Davariel from the Chidident, who didn't seem to want to relinquish the baby to anyone. Alya, who had already unsheathed her sword, tried to regain poor Davariel in desperation. The people almost rioted when he began to cry from fear and pain as they tussled over him.

Alya took to the air, carrying the Chidident. Several other reapers helped her tear a sobbing Davariel from the aggressive orange-hued alien, then they watched in horror as the mob that had been inside the grounds of the market festival began heading toward the holy city of Angelos almost as fast as they flew there. Reapers scrambled to shut the city gates as Alya flew directly to the balcony of Davariel's bedroom in the castle.

Luciel's hand caressing his cheek brought him out of his reverie.

Her voice was like a kiss in his mind. Everything will be fine, baby.

He nodded at her, not daring to look up lest his hood fall back.

The cloak covered him fully. It was soft, comfortable and cool. Still, he wondered when he'd be able to shed the layers of clothing he wore, feeling imprisoned in so much fabric. As a chickling, all he had worn was a little black thong-like garment that covered his loins. When he grew into a fledgling reaper, he wore a soctanal, which was nothing more than a black, satiny loincloth, with a gleaming gold band low on his hips holding it in place. Gold sandals, held on his feet with thin string-like ties that wrapped around his legs, completed the scanty attire. Then, as dark prince, he'd worn nothing at all...ever.

He wondered how much attention they were getting right now with their strange little entourage. The two dragons in human form had accompanied them, along with Drakken, the vampire, and one of the reapers, called Eriel. Remuel alone was enough to draw bewildered stares with his mane of blood-red hair and bright green eyes. He was loud and crazy as well, always getting on one of the were-tigri's nerves. Already Davariel and some of the reapers had to intercept a bloody fistfight between the dragon and the white tiger named Seshmel. Remuel had even managed to irk the vampire that had escorted them to Sjoria. He'd caught the Drakken staring murderously at the red-haired were-dragon, and warned him not to consider his obnoxious dragon friend a tasty meal. The vampire had only regarded him with cold, glittering black eyes and said he wouldn't make any promises.

The vampire's hand gripped his elbow and guided him through the lobby of the seaside castle. All he could see was an opulent rug that cushioned his steps as he walked through a passageway that sounded cavernous. In the air was the scent of ocean breeze and aged stone.

"You can look up now. There's no one around." Drakken's deep lulling voice said near his ear.

Davariel looked up into glittering obsidian eyes in a striking countenance framed by a lush fall of jet-black corkscrew curls. Drakken smiled at him in his usual seductive demeanor, until Remuel came up behind them and wrapped both arms around their necks in an enthusiastic manner that had the vampire growling in irritation.

"This place is over the top luxurious. Did you see the bosoms of the receptionists?"

Davariel barely registered the rest of Remuel's words. The dragon's scent wrapped around him, a scent he hadn't noticed before. It made his entire body vibrate, his fangs tingle and his mouth salivate. He also grew erect.

"Remuel, your scent," Davariel gasped grabbing the shocked were-dragon. He buried his nose in Remuel's neck. "You smell of...sex!"

"You pig," Zakreel laughed coming up next to them! "I told you to bathe before we left Earth."

"My love, what's going on?"

Luciel's voice sounded far off as Davariel drowned himself in the dragon's pleasant scent. He inhaled deeply, a strange energy filling him. He wanted more—needed more.

Only when Devon began to cry did he react. As if awakening from some trance, he sprang away from Remuel, who'd been struggling to disengage himself from his grip. The were-dragon stumbled back into Zakreel's arms staring at Dava as if he'd lost his mind. Davariel frowned in confusion. What in Hades name had come over him? He caressed he son reassuringly, not wanting to look at anyone. He felt like an ass.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what the hell came over me."

Luciel came over to him. "Oh, my God, Dava! You're burning up," she exclaimed feeling his face.

He did feel warm, but thought it was due to his embarrassment.

"Let's get to our rooms before someone sees us," Drakken suggested. "And you . . ." he turned to look pointedly at Remuel, who was still leaning against Zakreel with his mouth open. "Stay away from Davariel!"

"B-but why? I don't understand." Remuel sniffed at his blood-red locks, then his forearm. "I did bathe!"

Behind him, Zakreel and Eriel chuckled.

*******

When they arrived at their rooms, Davariel claimed he felt tired, which was nothing new, but now Luciel began to wonder at his constant sleepiness. At first she had thought it was from the traumatic ordeal his body had gone through, now with his strange fever and peculiar behavior she was beginning to wonder if it were something much more serious.

"Dava, do you feel ill?" She helping him unbind the baby from his chest. Drakken took Devon, and began to baby talk to him.

"I don't get sick, Luci," he sighed, continuing to remove the rest of his clothing, not caring that Drakken was still present.

Was it her imagination, or did Davariel's body look even more muscular? As he passed before the balcony doors of their room to the massive canopied bed, the sunlight caught in his hair and she realized that it had more white-gold streaks in it and the ends were curling in striking loose spiral curls that almost completely covered his taut backside. Stars above! He was becoming even more spectacular! What did it all mean?

Davariel was asleep by the time his head touched the plump pillows.

"He's coming of age," Drakken said in his hypnotic voice.

Luciel groaned in misery. "Drakken, please tell me! Is Dava a child?"

The vampire chuckled making her glare at him. "And if he were, don't you think it's a little too late to repent your having...lain with him?" Drakken's well-shaped brow drew up as he rocked Devon in his arms pointedly.

Luciel turned back to gaze once more at Davariel as he slept on the enormous bed dressed in gold colored coverings and plush pillows. Just looking at him made her ache for him. Again, she groaned in misery.

"Fear not, my lovely Luciel." The vampire's voice was like a cool caress against her neck, making her jump in surprise. He moved so fast she never knew where he was going to pop up. Good thing he was a fellow Master Guardian and archangel otherwise she'd have impaled him with her sword at his suggestive advances. "As a Seraphian male, he's quite of age, just a bit young."

"How young?"

"In your Earth years he would be analogous to a nineteen year old." When she covered her face in despair, he continued, "He's not Earth-born, Luci. He's Seraphian, fully adult, not some simpering teenage boy. Your sons carry his blood and grow in a similar fashion like him. Before they reach their first year, they will have grown to the size of an Edenian three year old. Their growth spurt almost stops there and they continue to grow normally after that, like any other Edenian."

Luciel looked at baby Lucien with a frown. They were going to grow faster than normal? She didn't like that.

"Seraphs reach adolescence and teen-hood like any other Edenian, and are even capable of sexual activity." He let his tongue trace Luci's ear. She flinched away and glared at his smiling face, as he continued, "Though that doesn't usually happen until they shed their first layer of baby feathers. When they're about two hundred years old, they go into full sexual bloom, growing their adult plumage and feeling the full stirrings of desire for the first time." Drakken continued to circle behind her and sniff at her hair and neck, making her bristle. He laughed at her irritation and kissed her temple. "Davariel is growing weak. He needs to feed... like me."

"What?" Luciel spun around making Lucien, who was still in her arms, cry in fright. Dismayed at having scared her baby, she pulled her tunic aside and offered him her breast to soothe him. "There-there, my sweet baby. Mommy's sorry," she cooed at him as he latched on, blinking tear-filled blue eyes at her. He sniffled a few times, his chin trembling, then forgot about the displeasing episode altogether as he began to nurse eagerly. Luciel stared daggers at the vampire, who was leering openly at her bared breast. She didn't need to read his mind to know he was dreaming of sinking his fangs into her other breast to sip from her as well. "Explain yourself," she snapped.

He batted his silky black lashes at her with a mischievous smile that reminded her of Davariel's. "Davariel's cambion nature is beginning to manifest itself. As a child, he continuously over-fed on the projected energy from the millions that came to adore him on Seraphia. Then as dark prince, he fed off the plentiful orgies that took place amongst the devils and demons on Megdoluc. Since his rescue, your sexual desire is the only thing that has sustained him. The intake of energy is vastly different from what he's accustomed. It's like...using your crude Edenian term...like a junkie needing his usual fix." Sharp, white fangs flashed briefly when he said fix, reminding her how deadly the enigmatic dark beauty was.

"Is that why he's always so tired all the time...and the fever he has now?"

"The fever is only due to his going into his adult cambion phase. Once he completes that phase, he'll draw his energy from erotic dreams versus actual sexual contact. I must warn you that his carnal appetites will become even more voracious than they are now."

Luciel's eyes widened at that. "Are you shitting me," she scoffed, reverting to her New York City street language?

"I shit you not," Drakken mimicked in his soft lulling voice, brows raised!

Again, she turned to the stunning sight of Davariel's naked body sprawled out on the bed as he slept. He looked like an ethereal angel from heaven.

"What happens if he doesn't get his usual...fix?"

When Drakken remained silent, she turned to face him. All playfulness had gone from his demeanor when he answered, "Then, like me, he falls into a deep sleep and turns to stone."

Lucien must have felt the intense wave of anxiety that tore through his mother because he began to wail without consolation. Even Devon began to fuss in the vampire's arms. She rocked the baby, trying to soothe him, turning to Drakken. "What must I do? Please! I can't bear to think of life without him!"

"He needs to feed, Luci," the vampire answered simply.



Fallen Angel Ch. 12



Not willing to remain at the castle resort any longer than necessary, Luciel purchased an immense glass and steel dwelling on a hilltop overlooking one of Sjoria's tropical oceans.

They used a hover cruiser and traveled miles from civilization to reach the secluded home.

The hover cruiser flew through dense rain forests, splotched with colorful foliage. She saw through the windows of the craft a few exotic birds with strange bright plumage fluttering in the trees. They went over rolling hills, within the glass transportation tube, and past rocky cliffs that had lush waterfalls. It was paradise.

Too bad Davariel wasn't conscious to enjoy the view with her.

It worried her that he slept against her shoulder the whole way. All he did was sleep, eat at her insistence, and make love to her... and that he would do for hours on end, leaving her barely conscious.

Maybe that was it. They were screwing each other to death! She barely had any strength herself, between feeding the voracious twins and satisfying their father's insatiable sexual appetite. It was a miracle she wasn't comatose.

Then, there were the bizarre dreams. Now he was fucking her there too. Sneaky cambion.

These dreams were beyond bizarre; beyond erotic...they were insane!

Her thoughts became lost as she recalled the bizarre one she'd had the previous night. She closed her eyes and clamped her thighs tight, the erotic visions replaying themselves in her mind, making her heart race.

Davariel's teeth nipping her earlobe startled her out of her daydream.

"Are you having naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl?" Those electric-blue eyes had her drowning in their intensity.

"Reading my mind again, huh," she smirked.

He closed his eyes again, his nostrils flared. "No, my love. I can smell how wet you are."

"Aw, have mercy already! Do you two ever take a break," Remuel moaned, adjusting his crotch. "I implore you not to start fucking again in front of me. Not fair!"

Luciel felt her cheeks burn, remembering the episode on the balcony in their room. Davariel had power bound Remuel in the lounge next to them as he seduced Luciel before the red haired shape-shifter. She still couldn't believe she'd let Dava take her in front of Remuel.

Davariel's chuckle was mischievous, holding Remuel's glittering green gaze as his hand snaked between Luci's legs.

"Dava, no!" She clamped her thighs shut. She still wasn't used to such public displays of intimacy.

Aside from Remuel, Zakreel sat wide eyed before them next to Eriel, who had a wicked smile on his countenance. Behind them, she heard the rest of the outcast reapers snickering.

She realized all reapers were perverted, especially her Dava. Their imposed celibacy had probably been a necessity in ancient times to keep them from fucking the entire universe. Most of them were bi-sexual, not caring who they slept with. Like Eriel, who loved to entice Davariel when he thought she wasn't looking, then would turn around to blatantly flirt with her.

At the front of the cruiser were the were-tigris and in the rear were the were-wolves. Drakken had spent the night with a female and would be arriving later in the evening. His skin was sensitive to sunlight.

They arrived at the sparkling masterpiece of glass and metal, but as soon as the doors to the cruiser opened, the dragons, reapers and Davariel ran out shouting in joy at the sight of the beautiful ocean. Clothing began flying everywhere as nine males divested themselves of their garb and raced to the edge of the water down the steep hill.

The reapers took flight and arrived first, diving into the rough surf, followed by Remuel and Zakreel who morphed into dragon form and soared into the surging water. Davariel lagged behind, running on his two long legs, the bright sunlight turning his gleaming hair almost white. Eriel circled back when he remembered Davariel couldn't fly, then swooped him up by his arms.

Luciel watched in horror, as Eriel flew straight into an enormous wave. She heard the smack of Davariel's body as Eriel slammed him into the wall of water. They both disappeared within the surging tide.

Cursing, she concentrated on their life forces and teleported them back to her.

Davariel floundered at her feet, unharmed but disorientated.

"Luci?"

She pulled him up, yanking him away from Eriel, who still clung to him, and tried to sense if he was hurt. He looked at her askance, dripping wet.

"Why'd you pull us out?" Eriel protested.

"You little shithead!" She rounded on Eriel, furious. "I was only trying to pull Dava out. If you wouldn't have been so busy try to weasel your way into his ass, you'd still be in the water."

The dark haired reaper flinched and instinctively hid his erect cock in guilt, his eyes round with fear.

*******

Davariel gripped her shoulders before she ripped Eriel's head off.

"Don't you ever do that again," she shrieked, shaking.

Behind her, Davariel gaped at Eriel. He covered his mouth to stifle the overwhelming urge to burst out laughing. She'd slapped the hell out of him the last time he laughed in the face of her anger. He was not getting himself—what was that Edenian phrase again? Oh, yes—'bitch slapped' again!

"Oh, come-on!" Eriel stood, his dark brows drawing over his grey eyes.

Davariel gasped in shock at Eriel. If the reaper had any sense he should shut up. Dava tried to signal for him to zip his maw, but the moron just continued to yap away.

"You treat him as though he were made of glass. Boo-hoo! Poor little Davariel—yeeeooow!"

Davariel cringed as his woman grabbed one of Eriel's nipples and twisted, bringing the seven-foot black winged reaper to his knees.

"Listen, you little scuz-ball, I've got better things to do than spend my time repairing all the damage you black winged morons like to inflict on Dava out of boredom. Also, I really don't appreciate you trying to screw my man. Do you understand me, Eriel of Angelos?"

"Yes-yes! Please! You're hurting my little teet!" He cried like a girl.

She let his nipple go, leaving it drawn and pink. He rubbed at it, shrinking away from her with a pout.

"The next time, I will telepathically rip every last feather from your pretty wings."

Eriel's color drained away. Davariel knew Eriel was already familiar with the horrors of that particular punishment. It had been his penalty after losing his virginity in a drunken stupor to a visiting alien on Seraphia. He'd told Dava he couldn't help himself. The blue girl had four breasts and made him lose his common sense.

"My love, Eriel didn't mean me any harm. Don't get so riled," Davariel intervened, hugging her.

In order to distract her, he pulled her away toward the house. Stone steps led up the hill, where they passed a sparkling pool, then a garden full of bright fragrant blooms. They entered through the wide double doors at the rear of the mansion. The were-wolf pack and the were-tigri clan also followed, keeping a discreet distance from each other.

They didn't get along very well. The wolves would growl at the cats who would hiss in answer.

Davariel watched them as they separated once inside to investigate the various rooms in the mansion-sized dwelling. They were all in human form, and he thought it a shame they couldn't appreciate each other's beauty. They really were all very attractive.

"I don't like that bad-boy smile on your sweet face," Luciel commented next to him. "What naughty perversion are you planning now?"

"Me?" He tried to look shocked, but couldn't help laughing.

"You are such a naughty angel." She shook her head in admonishment, trying not to smile, but failing.

Those were the words she'd spoken that morning, reminding him, he hadn't fucked her in a few hours. His cock demanded to be fed.

He gripped her with a lusty growl, pulling her protesting to the shiny grey floor. Her squeals echoed in the grand entryway, which boasted massive vaulted ceilings with big panes of glass, giving the impression of being outside.

He froze, after ripping off her skimpy panties.

"Davariel! What is wrong with you? We're going to be caught with our drawers down again! Dava?"

Something shiny caught his attention. He rose, pulling her up with him, her ruined panties in his free hand.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Is that a mirror?" He frowned.

They walked to the left, passing the glass doors in the parlor beyond the entryway. There was a wide corridor that led past an ultra-modern, food preparation gallery into a round, tower-like, glass breakfast area and finally into a vast gathering hall. Here, too, were ceiling to floor panes of glass that looked out to the ocean. There was a colossal fireplace on the facing wall when one entered. It had a mirror over its mantle that went up about sixty-feet to the vaulted ceiling. The mirror reflected the second and third levels of the house.

A mated couple from the wolf pack looked down, before continuing their exploration of their new home. They had a one-year-old daughter named Anniel, who loved touching the twins saying "pitty baby".

Davariel stared at the mammoth mirror, feeling apprehension. He didn't like mirrors knowing how easy it was for demons and devils to travel through them. He'd had the ones in their room back at the Edenian were-tigri compound removed for the same reason. This one was going too—as soon as possible.

"Baby?" Her fingers threaded through his wet hair.

He turned and wrapped her in his arms. "Don't mind me, my love. Have I told you that I love you today?"

"Only about a thousand times." He felt her smile into his chest. "I love you too, Davariel." He closed his eyes to revel in those words. "That love is only rivaled by the love I feel for Devon and Lucien."

He chuckled. "I don't mind sharing your heart with those two little gluttons—as long as they get their own mates when they're old enough to fuck."

"Dava!"

"Where were we, my love?" He growled as his hand lifted the loose colorful caftan she wore and grabbed her cute little ass. "Ah, yes... I was going to fuck you within an inch of your life."

She gasped in shock, trying to resist him. It only incited him further. It was a game they played. One he enjoyed immensely.

He pulled her hard against his chest as his hands squeezed her rear. She wiggled against him, feigning to struggle.

"Tell me, woman... your pussy or your mouth?" He nipped her neck, grinding his rigid length against her.

"No!" She opened her mouth to say more, but he shoved his tongue into it.

He kissed her, biting at her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to the floor with his superior strength. Breaking the kiss, he turned her over on her stomach. He licked his fingers and probed her.

"My love, let me have you here."

"With that twelve inch anti-matter canon? Are you out of mind?"

He chuckled at her strange way of speaking. "It won't hurt, baby. I promise."

"Yeah, right."

She obviously didn't believe him. Smart girl. "Then I'll kiss it and make it better." He gripped her waist and began rubbing against her. She turned to stare. He could see the apprehension in her eyes. Davariel knew he could give her pleasure, but she was too frightened to let him. He was just going to have to show her there was nothing to fear.

*******

Davariel awakened amidst a sea of limbs and naked bodies. He felt dizzy, as if he'd had too much to drink. What the hell happened? Everyone around him was unconscious...including Luciel. He struggled to sit up, holding her so that she didn't fall to the floor. She was lying on his chest. Remuel was lying with his head on her stomach. Snippets of memory came to him, until he finally remembered....

His heart beat loudly as he hugged Luciel to himself. I did this.

He remembered the words from the entity that held him in the dream...I'm a succubus. You, my son, are a cambion.

"I'm a monster."

Fear curled in the pit of his stomach. He'd been making love to Luci and then he'd just...lost all control. He noticed tigers and wolves laying over each other. Even the reapers were unconscious. Everyone was going to be extremely angry with him.

Crying drew his attention. He scrambled to his feet, scooping Luciel's sleeping form in his arms and hurried to find his sons.

He found them alone in their nursery.

Luciel had this room prepared for the arrival of the twins. Plush cream carpeting covered the entire floor. There was only one solid wall and it had the holographic image of realistic moving billowy clouds on it. The rest of the walls were glass. The room had cream-colored drapes that were slightly open allowing a bit of the bright sun into the room. Hundreds of toys lined low shelves and in the very center of the room were two round cribs made of brushed silver steel and glass.

Devon and Lucien fussed, their little arms and legs flailing. Already, he noticed Devon trying to turn over. Lucien had part of a pillow stuffed into his mouth as he tried in vain to suck thinking it was his mommy's breast. His blond son was getting red-faced and riled.

Davariel placed Luciel on a plush couch, then rushed to his baby boys.

He took Lucien first, because the baby was more demanding than Devon, and hurried to Luciel. Half way there he gasped in shock when little Luke latched onto his nipple.

"Ow! Sorry to tell you this, little one, but there's no milk in there. Wow! You suck hard!"

Lucien's piercing cry rang throughout the room when his vigorous sucking produced no satisfying milk.

"Don't cry, my baby boy. Here...here's mommy's teet for you."

Davariel placed Lucien at Luciel's breast, hoping she didn't have to be conscious for the milk to flow. Sniffling loudly, the baby latched on. He suckled for a few seconds, but had worked himself into such an anxious state he continued to cry without consolation.

Davariel kissed his downy head and stroked his quivering little body trying to soothe him. In a soft lulling voice, he began to sing a lullaby he'd heard the dragons sing to them.

Lucien calmed down and nursed with a tremulous sigh.

Davariel turned to look at Devon, knowing that he should be nursing too. The baby had managed to turn over and bobbed his head trying to keep it raised. The glowing blue eyes seemed to be searching for something. Was he looking for his twin? His rosy lips began to pout as he sniffled. Soon Devon was crying heartbroken.

Davariel's own heart twisted in agony. They would suffer if separated. If anything were to happen to Luciel and him...they could not remain together until they were older. It was the only way they would be safe.

Bowing his head, he cursed himself. He'd brought two innocents into this realm carrying his cursed blood. Now they would suffer because of it...because of their father.

What have I done?



Fallen Angel Ch. 13



Luciel heard a beautiful masculine voice singing.

". . . Waiting for the winter sun...and the cold light of day...."

She stirred, feeling disorientated. The last thing she recalled was...Davariel and Remuel kissing each other—Holy crap! Dava made Remu go down on me! They both made me c.... She gasped and clamped her thighs tight with a moan. Drakken was right. Davariel was losing control more and more to sate his hunger.

"I throw myself into the sea...release the wave...let it wash over me . . ."

Again, the singing drew her attention. Blinking open her eyes, she discovered herself naked on the cream-colored couch in the twins nursery. One of the balcony's glass panes was open, making the billowy cream curtains dance delicately with the tropical ocean breeze.

". . . to face the fear...I once believed...the tears of the dragon...for you and for me."

She rose, wondering if this was another one of Davariel's projected dreams, and drifted dazed to the open balcony.

The sight took her breath away.

Davariel sat reclined on a lounger. His hair draped over the back of the chair and moved like the silken curtains in the breeze. His sinewy body was relaxed, naked except for the large pillow covering his loins, upon which he'd reclined the babies' plump little bodies. They were also naked, moving their chubby legs and smiling up in adoration into their father's face.

He stopped singing and turned his head to her. She almost wanted to cry, fall to her knees and beg him to continue.

She bit her tongue instead, knowing his ability to enthrall made him uncomfortable. Still, he regarded her with those big, brilliant, blue irises. They barely glowed anymore, revealing how beautiful and rare the original color was; a shock of vibrant blue surrounded by a dark ring.

"Trying to get the boys used to your nudist ways, eh?"

His lips kicked up in a lazy smile. "They don't like clothes either. Look how happy and free they seem now." He gripped two little ankles and brought his head down to kiss their pudgy feet. They gurgled in delight, flailing tiny fists. "My love, you're too far away. Come join us."

She'd barely finished snuggling up to him when he began devouring her mouth.

"Davariel, the babes!"

"The babes will delight in seeing how much their parents love each other," he groaned against her lips. "Luci, my Luci...I love you so much it hurts."

"Oh, Dava...."

She let him kiss her, but then he stiffened and looked down.

Luciel covered her mouth trying to stifle her guffaw. Two little streams wet his muscled belly. The babies squealed in delight at their shocked father. "Oh, yeah. They definitely look free and happy now, Dava. Let's just hope they don't free anything else."

*******

Later, that evening, Drakken returned to find Davariel trying to apologize and convince everyone to gather for dinner.

The vampire didn't ask anything, only watched in amusement. From what little he heard, it seemed as though he'd missed out on an exquisite orgy. Davariel's cambion abilities were already manifesting themselves.

"You needed to feed, Davariel. You don't see them begging their food for forgiveness when they eat," he finally drawled.

"They're my friends, not food," Davariel answered, annoyed.

Drakken laughed. He remembered an Edenian cartoon about fish that said a similar thing. "Okay, Nemo, I gottcha."

"Now you're talking weird like Luci." Davariel screwed up his face in a confused grimace.

Drakken drifted to him, stopping a breath away from his lips. He sniffed at the cambion, rolling his eyes. "Your blood becomes cleaner of the evil that polluted it. You smell like...love, Davariel. I want a sip." He dipped his head and tasted Davariel's lips. The golden beauty tasted of chocolate, champagne...and lust in its purest essence. Drakken shuddered, feeling his fangs elongate.

"Haven't you indulged enough, vampire?"

Drakken ceased licking across Davariel's lush lips at the angry sound of Luciel's voice behind them. He frowned at her for interrupting his snack. "Do you ever tire of Davariel making love to you?"

Davariel snickered.

"How could you compare-" she began.

"Because, for me feeding is more pleasurable than sex," Drakken interjected. "Even Davariel feels more alive when he feeds from the sexual energy generated by others around him. Sex is just an appetizer."

Davariel snorted this time. When they both looked at him in irritation, he merely replied in Luciel's Edenian jargon, "not!"

*******

Luciel knew Davariel needed to feed this way as he came of age for a cambion, but seeing how he let others touch him so intimately made her feel jealous.

There were other problems arising as well. Seraphia's new high priest knew where they were. Ashriel had requested to meet with her in the Master Guardians' space station orbiting Sjoria.

She'd heard he was young, but she hadn't expected a boy as young as Abdiel. Ashriel was very impressive, though. Already, he towered over Luciel by at least a foot, and his body was more muscular than Dava's.

Luciel gave him a curt nod when she finally met him. The reaper looked like he never smiled, his handsome face wearing a perpetual scowl.

He folded his meaty arms over his chest, regarding her with keen, silver eyes. "How is Davariel?"

"In good health. Thank you." She kept her tone as cold and impersonal as his.

"And his spawn?"

Luciel gritted her teeth, reminding herself that different species of humanoids used different mannerisms of speech. "Our babies are fine."

Finally, Luciel saw emotion flash in the reaper's face. His eyes went as round as his mouth, and his wings folded straight back, as if praying. "Babies? Davariel has fathered a brood of demons?"

Luciel clenched her fists. "My babies are not demons!"

Ashriel went back to scowling. "Davariel's blood was still tainted when he mated you."

The way he said mated made her feel dirty, like a whore. "He was changing. His blood wasn't black anymore. It was red."

Ashriel took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing to tiny slits. "And what color of blood do your babies carry?"

Luciel summoned her divine sword. "What does it matter? They're just babies. I believe they're entitled to free will because they carry my blood as well."

"You can't protect them forever, Luciel. I'll be watching...closely...always. If one of them so much as goes near any of the portals to hell...."

"Don't" Luciel's words hissed through clenched teeth "threaten my boys."

"How many are there?"

"They're twins."

"Identical?"

"No."

Ashriel buried his face in his hands and fell to his knees. "God, no. It isn't over yet then."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Ashriel's head snapped back up. "Sit, because this is going to take a long time to explain, Master Guardian."

*******

At dinnertime, everyone made their appearance, subdued. The only ones that laughed and chatted as if nothing happened were the reapers...of course. They had no decency.

Luciel did note, however, that the wolves no longer growled at the tigers and the latter no longer hissed whenever their hands happened to touch when reaching for something on the table.

Davariel's eyes glittered with happiness as he surveyed everyone around him. He practically glowed, looking more stunning than ever before.

She couldn't help staring at him. He was an angel. A real one...and he didn't even realize it...didn't remember fully. According to Ashriel, two more were missing. Their essences were either within one of the babes, or locked away somewhere else, lost.

God had created seven angels of love; he called them his Alpha angels. Lucifer had become jealous of them and cast them down into this realm.

The first one, the youngest of the seven, he'd turned into a horrible beast, with the head and tail of a lion, the horns and body of an ox, the talons and wings of an eagle, and thousands of eyes covering her deformed body. He then tossed her far, on the very outskirts of creation, alone.

The second angel, one of the stronger ones, had sprouted wings as she fell, trying to fly back up to heaven, but she fell upon a planet and shattered her new body. A kind-hearted humanoid tended to her until she grew strong again. Instead of leaving, she chose to remain because she'd fallen in love with the man. She became the mother of the Seraphian race.

Lucifer tried to seduce the third angel. When she refused his advances, he tossed her into this realm also, cursing her to become a slave to sex by turning her into a succubus.

As she fell, the last four angels saw what happened and confronted Lucifer. He pretended that it had all been an accident and pitched a golden rope down to save her. When the last four angels began pulling their sister up, Lucifer got behind them with the excuse that he was going to tether the rope to a column. What he did was finish pushing the last four into the portal to this realm. As the five angels hurtled down, they began crashing into each other. Since they still had no physical form, their essences combined into one, and finished trapped inside the angel turned succubus.

Davariel was born of her, and, as such, one or both of her babies was an angel in disguise. And one of those missing angels would be the one to set Lucifer free—an angel, with stars for eyes and hair of gold.

That night Davariel wore some of the clothing she had purchased for him; a loose fitting tunic with billowy sleeves that fit tight on his forearms. The tunic had a deep v cut exposing his sun-kissed chest. His blond hair poured like molten gold over his broad shoulders, past his trim waist, the candlelight making the abundant white streaks in it shimmer like silver. He wore a pair of black pants that molded to his lean hips and long sinewy legs like a dream. Knee-high boots finished the look, making him look rakish and sexy as hell.

Luciel watched as he gazed at everyone, his eyes brimming with love...for all of them. This was his true nature. He was an angel of love, after all. He turned his gaze to her and his eyes smoldered. The love he felt for her was special, more intense. He smiled.

After a while, the shyness seemed to evaporate and laughter drifted into the night air, perfumed with the lush flowers that grew beyond the balconies around the glass and steel mansion. The open glass panes in the dining room let in the ocean breeze and she activated the sound system to play soothing music for their entertainment.

Remuel retrieved a few bottles of liquor and soon everyone was pawing at each other again...this time without Davariel's intervention.

The heightened sensual tension affected Davariel the same way a bleeding wound would affect Drakken and once more, he fed...until he fell, drunken with lust on Luciel.

The golden crescent moon glowed high in the star-speckled sky.

Mournful cries of babies drifted in the dead of night. Naked bodies lay strewn in various poses of intimate embrace, unmoving, for they all slept, drained of energy by the cambion's voracious appetite.

The sound of the babes crying, along with the hum of reaper wings, awakened Luciel. Davariel wasn't around...and neither were the reapers.

Her skin was crawling. Something was wrong.

She got up, pushing an unconscious naked Zakreel off her, blushing as she recalled what they'd all been doing.

Holy shit!

The ghostly memories of the orgy dissipated when a small black devil skittered into the dining hall. It stared at her with terrified yellow eyes, its claws scratching the slick shiny floor as it slid across its surface, tail whipping and wings slapping the granite as it flipped over and fled.

"Oh, my God! It's got one of the babies," she screamed in horror.

The others began to stir on the floor.

She summoned her divine sword, tearing out of the dining room, down the open corridor on the other side of the cooking gallery. She stopped just inside the gathering hall. It was empty.

Luciel was just about to run up the stairwell to her left when something caught her eye. The mirror over the fireplace looked strange. It rippled. She gasped as she saw Megdoluc looming on the other side of the liquid-like glass. There was black ash scattered over the gleaming floors of the gathering hall.

"What the hell's going on," Remuel roared running to her with Zakreel close behind.

At that moment, three flashes zipped by them, red, green, purple, going through the portal to Megdoluc. Eriel followed in close pursuit, swooping down from the third level balcony over their heads, black wings spread. Luciel barely ducked out in time. His wings could decapitate.

More fluttering. There was a loud crash from somewhere in the house. Drakken appeared at the silver railing of the second level balcony, panting. His eyes were wide with terror. He turned and disappeared in a blur.

Luciel gathered her power around herself trying to locate the babies' life force. Immediately, a raven-haired angel engaged her in battle. It appeared out of nowhere. She recognized the bastard as one of the ones that had taken pleasure torturing her Davariel.

She fought with hatred and fury firing through her veins. The androgynous faced creature only laughed in her face.

Despite her efforts, it knocked her clear across the room, letting out a high-pitched sound she'd never heard in her life. It hurt her ears. She screamed and tried to cover them, feeling blood ooze down her hands. Remuel and Zakreel fell writhing to the floor, and from the dining room came the pitiful howls and roars of the were-creatures.

A cloud of devils sailed down from the third and second level balconies into the mirror. Some of them never made it out as they crumpled into black ash, including the raven-haired angel.

There was a loud humming and rumbling, and the reapers, wielding their blades swooped down into the portal. Davariel clung to Abdiel's, and jumped off on the other side. The reaper circled and landed next to him. They were both gazing at the ground bewildered.

Luciel shook her head, dazed, looking at the blood on her hands as she heard an annoying ringing in her ears. She saw Drakken run to the mirror and leap onto the mantle.

Davariel stopped him from crossing. "Wait!" He and the reaper bent and picked up two ash-stained bundles from the ground. Davariel began to sob as he kissed each little bundle. "I'll love you forever...even beyond death...my sons." He pushed the babes into Drakken's arms saying, "You know what to do."

Drakken stepped back, dropping down from the high mantle.

Luciel scrambled to her feet screaming, "Davariel!"

Remuel's arms kept her from breaking every bone in her face as she tried to propel herself through the now solid mirror. On the other side, Davariel pressed his hands and face to the glass barrier. The wind blew tendrils of his golden hair across his face. His tear filled eyes blazed into hers. She saw his lips move. "I'll love you beyond death, my love...my Luci. Tell me you love me, again."

The image faded.

"Noooo!" Luciel screamed pounding the glass.



Fallen Angel Ch. 14 & Epilogue



Luciel teleported the twins into Remuel and Zakreel's arms as she gripped Drakken's curls in a vicious hold, making him hiss at her.

"Take me through the portal," she demanded. The emotional pain she felt made her feel as though she teetered on the brink of insanity.

"I can't." He tried to pry her fingers from his hair. She only snarled, bringing the tip of her blade to his frozen heart. "Damn-it, Luciel! I don't know the incantation to opening portals. Do you, Master Guardian archangel?"

A shred of sanity gripped her. She released his hair. "No. But there's a portal out in space you can breach. Remuel, Zakreel . . ." She turned to the dragons in human form. "I'm going to trust you with the lives of my sons. If we don't make it back...separate them. Don't let Devon fall into the wrong hands...and give . . ." she began to sob, "Give little Luke lots of love. He's so fragile."

"You'll make it back," Zakreel said, his sapphire eyes swimming with moisture.

Luciel caressed his wavy golden locks and then Remuel's blood-red ones. "Thank you...both...for helping us."

Then she hugged and kissed her babes, touching their tiny fingers and kissing their little toes, fearing she would never see them again. They began to cry, breaking her heart. She was almost tempted to stay...leave Davariel to his fate, but that thought suffocated her.

If you go, we go together, my love. Death itself will never separate us.

"Drakken! We leave now!"

She had purchased the latest in Master Guardians' mode of deep space transportation. The black Viper was in the transportation hangar just outside of the mansion. She'd just had it transferred the night before. How little the bliss had lasted. Davariel had been right.

My baby. Hang on. I'm coming for you.

She didn't dare lock onto his life force. If he were engaged in battle, the distraction of feeling her could cost him his life.

She settled herself into the black tear-shaped Viper, teleporting her black jumpsuit uniform onto her nakedness and allowed Drakken to sit in front of her.

Gleaming black glass rotated sealing them within the Viper. She felt Drakken's energy vibrate as he locked onto Megdoluc, through the portal of the Faerie realm; then they were out in space. The stars swirled, then blurred as they hit peak speed, bending time and space just right so that it only took two minutes to reach the demon planet.

They were the longest two minutes of her life. Her mind replayed every moment after Davariel's rescue. They'd grown so close during that brief time. They'd loved intensely, but also fought occasionally. She smiled remembering one such moment when she was trying to coax him to try chocolate pudding. He'd wrinkled his nose and accused her of trying to feed him the babes' poop. She became so incensed that he would think her capable of such a disgusting thing, that she'd flicked him with the spoonful of pudding. It landed right on his pretty little nose, making her laugh. He didn't like that one bit and retaliated by slapping the bowl of pudding onto her chin and breasts. His peals of laughter reverberated throughout the dining room. They'd ended up tussling on the floor, smeared in chocolate, when she'd grabbed his face and kissed him. After getting a taste of chocolate from her smeared mouth, he smacked his lips, amazed, and asked her if she had more.

Oh, Dava, my sweet love. How wrong everyone was about you being a wretched demon.

She sensed Megdoluc looming before them.

Drakken tried to slow them down, but Luciel overrode his power. The Viper streaked across Megdoluc's sky like a blazing comet, creating a crater a mile deep into the crust.

"Fuck," Drakken cursed! "Are you trying to get us killed? That won't help Dava none!"

But she was already rushing out of the viper, sword in hand. She'd projected a protective bubble around herself and fought through the hurricane-like winds. Not bothering to stop for Drakken, who wasn't as powerful as she was, she pushed forward, seeking the portal of the gates of hell. It was as good a place as any to start her search. Levitating out of the crater had been easy, even though she hated to levitate. It gave her vertigo.

When she came upon the frozen ocean, she frowned. This couldn't be right. Davariel had held her captive in an underground cave-like room.

Her heart twisted in agony at the memory. Just a little more than three months ago. How things had changed. She was supposed to kill Davariel and here she was trying to save him...again.

She turned to see if she could find a cave and stopped dead in her tracks. There was a little she-devil standing not that far from her. She was golden from head to toe and resembled a pretty nymph. Luciel's eyes narrowed. There was something vaguely familiar about her facial features, but the wind blew her long blonde hair across her face, partially covering it.

Luciel might have killed the creature if she weren't so anxious to find Davariel.

"He's through there." The she-devil pointed out to the ice. "Close to the funnel, there's an entrance to another realm. The realm of truth."

Luciel's training warred with her desperation to cast all caution aside to find her love before it was too late. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Devils don't always lie. There can be cruelty in the truth." The golden beauty leaned back on a rock, cocking her head to the side in a very familiar gesture. "You love Davariel. I want you to help him."

Luciel narrowed her eyes. "Why?"

The she-devil looked down and parted the hair that had draped across her. There was a long ugly scar marring the skin between her pert breasts. "He is all that remains of the love I once dared feel. I do not want that part of me to die."

The wind blew the hair away from her countenance and Luciel looked into a feminine version of Dava's sweet face.

Luciel's jaw dropped. His mother? The angel turned succubus?

Again, the pretty nymph pointed out to the frozen waters. "Only the strength of your love will help him defeat the demons. Go. Hurry...before it's too late."

Luciel used her powers to levitate once more. Her heart pounded in her ears as she tried to keep the memory of what he'd looked like the last time he was rescued from here at bay.

He'll be fine. He'll be fine. He's got reapers with him this time. He's not alone. Plus, he's a damned good swordsman. He can do this.

She soared over the vast ocean feeling lost because it was about as vast as Earth's. So much time elapsed, and, just when she was ready to give up and lock onto Davariel, she spotted the funnel.

It was astonishing. The frozen waves, resembling canyon walls, measured about a hundred feet or more. The thought of what it might have looked like before it froze terrified her.

About half a mile in, she saw the center. The black hole yawned down into blackness, deep and never ending. Something rippled over it and she realized that there was a translucent barrier. The black inside the funnel also appeared to be moving, as if it were alive.

She let herself down on the edge of the hole and began to approach its center, her love for Davariel propelling her along in blind desperation. It wasn't until she felt herself drowning, that she realized she had gone under the barrier. Water filled her lungs. All she could do was think how she had failed her love...and her sons.

"Davariel," she screamed, startling herself! She could scream?

Luciel floated upside down over the surface of the frozen water, only to fall onto it a scant second later. She felt confused as to what had just transpired. The reflection in the shimmering ice revealed something glowing behind her. She gaped, astounded, at a pair of wings made of fire blazing on her back. Turning her head, sure enough, there they were. She had wings like an angel, only made of blue-white fire.

The Realm of Truth?

The sound of clashing metal drew her attention, leading her to the entrance of a passageway. Gripping her divine sword, also covered with magical blue-white fire, she raced to the source of the sound.

She came upon an immense cathedral-like chamber. To her dismay four reapers already lay slain on the ground. Not far from them was a beheaded fallen angel. Abdiel and Eriel fought valiantly against a fallen angel each and poor Dava battled three.

Behind Davariel, a good twenty paces from him stood a strange mirror. There was a strange whirling motion within the glass. It looked like the heart of a tornado, and made a thunderous sound. The Realm of Shadows. Davariel had opened a small portal.

She gathered her power about her and slowed time. She could hear her heartbeat and every breath she drew as she moved through a gel-like substance. Her sword went flying in a spiral, splitting one of the fallen angels in two. Davariel also shocked her, using the same ability and beheading the other one. Time fell back into place. She could only do that for short spurts. Eriel killed the angel he was battling, just as Davariel sliced through his remaining foe.

"Davariel...I love you!" She screamed from the other side of the cavern.

His smile lit his breathtaking face. She suddenly realized he had his black wings once more as he opened them and flew straight toward her; such a beautiful sight, with his enigmatic blue eyes and blonde hair billowing behind him.

There was a rushing in her ears, like an approaching wave of immense magnitude. Davariel was engulfed in a horde of hundreds of thousands of devils, too many for Eriel and Abdiel to be able to dispose of with their reaper powers. They flew toward the portal, taking him with them to their deaths...or whatever lay beyond the portal. Luciel locked onto his life force and teleported herself behind him.

They were falling. She was trying to hang onto his waist, attempting to lock onto the familiar surroundings of the cave, but it was no longer there. There was nothing around them. Even the Devils had evaporated without a trace.

Somehow, Davariel managed to grip and haul her up into his arms. His beautiful black wings began to hum behind him, halting their fall.

He looked around the swirling dark purple mist, then looked at her. "Luci! Why, my love? Why did you follow me in here? There's no way out."

She buried her face in his neck sobbing. "I can't live without you, Dava! I just can't!"

His hands caressed her back as he kissed her hair. "It's alright, my love." His kisses feathered across her cheek, licked the tears that flowed from her eyes. "I love you. Just hold me, baby."

Luciel sighed when Davariel's petal soft lips caressed hers. She touched her tongue to his upper lip when he bit down on her lower one. They both groaned in unison. Davariel kissed her as if sampling the sweetest fruit, the tip of his tongue delving repeatedly into the heart of her mouth. Luciel wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and braced her feet against the backs of his thighs. Her heart beat frantically as she angled her hips and then pushed herself down onto him. Davariel arched his back in pleasure and broke the contact of their lips to look into her eyes.

Her eyes roved over his face as her fingers tangled in the wealth of gold that spilled down his back. "We go as one, Davariel."

His bright eyes shimmered and a few tears spilled down his flushed cheeks. "Yes, my love." 

His wings stopped humming and his mouth fused to hers as they dropped. Luciel linked her mind deeply to his, experiencing his life and allowing him to experience hers, all the while their souls sang to each other an ancient song of eternal love.

Then there was nothing. Only darkness...silence.

A soft glow began illuminating, growing so bright, she felt blinded. She panicked until she felt the familiar warmth and texture of Davariel's body still wrapped around hers. His wings pressed her tighter reassuring her that he could feel her too.

"My love," he whispered.

Her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness and she realized that it was coming from Davariel. He glowed like golden fire, even his wings.

They were lying in the middle of a field. The tall grass shimmered with iridescent colors and strange orbs floated in the air around them.

"Where are we?"

He looked around, then back at her. "I don't know, my love." His hand caressed her cheek. "You're glowing. Like fire, Luci."

Raising her hand, she saw that she was surrounded by light also. Good-god! Were they dead?

He helped her stand. Now she saw a few trees and flowers. They shimmered in colors she couldn't quite make out. They were colors she'd never seen. How could that be possible? In the distance there were hills and not far from where they stood was a river. It looked shallow and wound around some trees before disappearing into a bright blue-white light in the horizon. A setting sun? The color of the sky was indescribable with large planet-like objects floating high above. Part of the sky was covered with deep purple clouds that rumbled and flashed.

"Did we fall from up there?" Luciel pointed toward the clouds, remembering the purple mist.

Davariel looked up and shrugged. Luciel felt captivated watching his hair billow around him like flames. Reaching out, he caught one of the floating orbs. Holding it with both hands he looked at it.

Luciel forced her enthralled gaze from Davariel and turned around to survey her surroundings more. She tried to use her powers to get a feel of her surroundings, but it was as though her powers no longer existed.

A sound had her turning to Davariel again. Shock tore through her when she realized he was sobbing.

Luciel ran to him. "My love, what is it?"

He gasped, tearing his gaze from the glowing orb to look at her in alarm when she tried to embrace him. She could feel him trying to back away. What had he seen in that orb? His expression was one of horror. She reached out to take it from him, but he twisted his torso back and shattered it on the ground.

"Davariel!"

He gripped her shoulders, his eyes wild. "We've got to go back."

Oh, God...the babies. Don't let it be the babies. "What did you see? Are our sons safe?"

"Hold on to me." His wings opened as he looked up.

She grabbed him and shook him. "Davariel, what did you see?" 

He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. "Time runs different here, than in our realm. Luci, if you ever want to see our boys alive you've got to hold onto me now. We must go."

His words filled her with dread. She didn't know how they were going to get back to their realm, but Davariel was not moving without her.

Moving around behind him, she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Her heart plummeted into her belly when Davariel's wings gave their first jerk, making them soar into the heavens. She watched the strange world grow smaller beneath them as purple mists closed in. Hurricane-like winds buffeted against her, so hard, she felt her grip on Dava begin to slip.

"Davariel," she cried out in alarm.

"Just a little more my love. Hold tight."

She screamed when her legs slipped from his waist. His wings hummed around her as she struggled to keep herself tucked between them. She could feel him fighting the wind, trying to go forward.

There were voices, angry voices and yelling.

"No," Davariel gasped.

Above the roar of the wind she heard another masculine voice. "Fuck! You ass-hole! Let me go! Think of Angel, you idiot!"

Did those quarreling voices belong to her sons?

Luciel gasped when she slipped down more, barely gripping Davariel's waist in time, but the wind was too strong and she continued to slip.

*******

The two men argued. Davariel could clearly see the blond trying to pull himself free of the other's grasp, but the raven haired one held onto him with a death grip. Through the churning vortex of the portal he saw the shadows of others, including a reaper. They were all trying to keep the two men from going through the portal and were failing at their task.

They were his sons. He could feel the certainty in his heart.

Davariel's wings ached from the effort he made fighting against the power of the portal. He pushed harder, trying to reach his sons, stretching his hands out to touch them. Luciel's grip around his waist loosened more and more. He caught her around the waist with his legs just as she slipped free. Agony ripped through him. Every muscle in his body strained to the breaking point.

The wind pushed him farther back until he could barely see his sons anymore.

No! I will not fail. I cannot fail!

Pain seared his back as he fanned his wings even faster. Once more, the twins came into view. Lucien's cheek was bruised and his muscular body looked as though he'd seen allot of abuse. Davariel's heart twisted in sorrow for his son. Devon looked up into Davariel's face. It was like looking at himself with black hair. Devon's eyes widened. They still glowed. Davariel strained harder until he placed one hand on Devon's shoulder and the other on Lucien's. Lucien's head whipped around with a sneer that was quickly replaced by a stunned expression when he saw his father.

Davariel smiled at them and then turned to Luciel, who'd grabbed his hair and was using it like a rope to pull herself up higher on his body.

"Hold onto me, my love," he told her. She reached around and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Once again, he turned to Lucien and Devon, who were still gaping at him, and began pushing with all his might. Abba, please—he thought, offering a prayer to the Divine One—I'll remain behind, but save those I love.

Light engulfed them. Hundreds of Dominatio appeared surrounding them. Their tiny hands grasped Devon and Lucien. Davariel felt his sons going back to the other side. The warmth of their skin no longer touched his palms. He wanted to cry at the loss.

"Luci too," he begged the Dominatios.

"Luci too what?" Her voice asked above the sound of the roaring wind.

A red-haired Dominatio came within inches of Davariel's face. The scent of Edenian apples and cinnamon wrapped itself around him. "Would you truly sacrifice yourself? Stay behind so she may go through?"

"What? Davariel, no!"

"Yes," Davariel answered with fervor, his eyes misting with tears. Anything for my love.

"Damn it! I won't leave you behind." Using her legs, she began trying to maneuver herself to his front. Reaching down, Davariel helped her up until she was in his arms.

"Luci, please. You can be with our sons."

"Not without you." She turned to the cherubs, brows drawn. "I won't leave him."

"Only one can pass," the red-haired cherub said looking from Davariel to Luciel.

"Take her," Davariel pleaded. "She shouldn't have been here in the first place. This punishment was meant for me and only me."

"No!"

She began to cry, breaking his heart. He didn't want her to suffer. "My love, no more tears. I'll always love you. I'll visit you in your dreams."

"Davariel." She sobbed against his chest, then lifted tortured eyes to him. "Please don't make me go."

"I cannot allow you to suffer a destiny that was mine alone. You'll have our sons. They need you."

Her arms tightened around his neck and her mouth slanted across his. Their tongues touched and mated. Davariel's loins burned with desire for her. "Dava," she sighed against his mouth, "make love to me...now."

Davariel moaned as he gripped her waist and entered her. He trembled from the emotion of being one flesh with Luciel for the last time. She tightened her grip around his waist with her thighs as he began to thrust, taking her before the eyes of hundreds of Dominatios.

"My woman, my love," he moaned. My heart, my soul! He felt no shame in reveling in the joy of being one flesh with his soul-mate...his Luciel. Sex was the most beautiful gift the Divine One had bestowed upon mortals.




Fallen Angel Ch. 14 & Epilogue



Hands touched them, pushed. He felt his body smothered by hundreds of tiny bodies and wings. He could no longer move his wings, but he continued to thrust himself into Luciel, feeling on the verge of spilling. He wanted the love-making to last forever, but knew each second he savored the ecstasy of being buried in her lush depths years were going by for their sons.

Suddenly, Davariel fell with a thud on the ground of the cave in Megdoluc with Luciel beneath him.

Luciel gazed up at him wide eyed.

Davariel looked around, stunned. The cave was empty; the portal gone. He looked back down at her and the realization hit him. Imbedded deep within her, they were one.

"Dava?"

Joy filled him like never before. He began to rock harder into her.

She rolled her eyes in bliss with a ragged moan. "W-we're back?"

"Yes, my love. After I fuck you to within an inch of your life and get you pregnant again, we'll go find our boys."

"Oh, God, Dava!"

Her breasts bounced with each thrust. He watched her face, saw how her body contorted beneath his, so close to the edge of ecstasy, the scent of it perfumed the air around them. He tortured himself with the pleasure of holding back his release and teased and taunted her with the promise of it, keeping her climax just out of her reach till she was sobbing and begging beneath him.

"Yes, my love.... Now."

Luciel exploded beneath him, her muscles gripping and releasing him till he thought he'd die from rapture.

"I love you, Davariel."

The words sent him over the edge. He thrust to the hilt and spilled. He bucked again with a roar, his tresses falling all around them like a veil. Fire still licked up his spine, and he bit his lip, fighting the urge to growl in lust and resume pounding into her. She was Edenian; he needed to pace himself.

"Oh, well, Dava," she sighed contentedly from somewhere beneath his mane.

Panting, he shook back his unruly locks and gazed down into her sweet face. She had a smug smile. Silly girl. She should know by now. Davariel smiled back at her before giving her a light kiss on her plump lips. "But, my love, I'm not done yet."

 

Epilogue

A little more than three hundred years before Davariel and Luciel's return:

Ashriel's black boots echoed in the pale grey corridor of the Master Guardians' space station, Alpha 7. Aria led him into a white room occupied by twenty Seraphian Master Guardians. They sat around a long black table with a wall of thick glass at the far end showing the beauty of space. His scowl deepened as he looked into their faces. They were protecting Davariel's successor, his demon son.

"Where's the other one? There were two."

The White winged Seraphs looked guilty for a moment.

"The other child disappeared. It doesn't matter because the one who can really cause devastation is with us," a raven haired Seraph said from the far end of the table.

Ashriel leaned over, placing his hands on the gleaming black table. "Why haven't you destroyed the demon child?"

"His soul is pure innocence, Ashriel." Aria looked at him in alarm.

Ashriel snapped upright with a snort. "With the incredible capacity of becoming unholy."

"We won't kill him." The raven-haired Seraph stood striking the table with his fist.

Ashriel glared at him.

"Besides," Aria interjected, "he's under the protection of a Dominatio."

Ashriel gasped in disbelief. "What? Impossible! He's just an infant!"

"Ashriel, if another dark prince ever rises to throne, this child will be our only chance at salvation," another Seraph argued.

"And if he's the one that falls...like his father?"

Aria shivered. "Then God help us all."