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The Angel's Redemption Ch. 01

By: HorniBunni



Prince Mikhail spurred the black mare faster. He had to make it to the castle and find out what the hell was going on. It was not in his nature to abandon his own quests, and in all truth if he was not honour bound, he would be riding in the opposite direction. 

The journey to Kryta was long and tiring, and as he reached the outskirts of the kingdom, darkness was already upon him. He brought the horse to a trot. Although it was night the village was alive and bustling. 

Many of the inhabitants were making their way the ale house. He didn't like villages, hated cities even more. Solitude was his friend, and the sooner he made it to the king's side, the sooner he could leave this place. He guided his horse to the stables and flipped a gold coin at the stable boy. His mouth agape, he watched as the Prince patted the horse faithfully. 

"This horse is now yours little one." Prince Mikhail said, handing the reigns to the still surprised boy. Mikhail arched an eyebrow at the young lad. Yet he remained silent. 

Sighing heavily he unpacked the saddle bags, and transferred them into his own bag. 

"You...you are a seraphim." He gasped, pulling off his hat he bowed down before Mikhail. Mikhail hastily pulled the boy up, he really didn't want any attention drawn to him. Seraphim were the most powerful of angels, and regarded to be higher than kings. At the moment however, he would rather just get to the castle and be on his way. 

"Master you should not touch me, I am filthy." The boy trembled bowing again. Mikhail swore softly under his breath. This boy was going to cause him too much trouble. 

"What is your name?" He said harshly.

"Peter m'lord" 

"Peter I am in need of an attendant, do you have a family?" Peter's eyes bulged slightly, an angel of the highest ranking was speaking to him, asking him to be his attendant. 

"I have none m'lord." Mikhail smiled, then this boy would have to come with him. 

"My name is Mikhail." Fear swamped the wonder in the boys eyes, the shivers of excitement soon turned into shivers of fear. Mikhail flinched slightly as the boy started reciting Latin prayers, it was not that they affected him in anyway, it just saddened him that his name caused such fear. 

"Devil child." Peter cried, he made to run to the stable doors, but Mikhail closed them with just a simple thought. 

"I do not wish to hurt you Peter, I need you to never speak of my appearance here." Peter clawed at the door, and almost died of fright as he felt the hand on his shoulder. Beneath the blazing lamp, he saw the legendary three scratches on Mikhail's right cheek, the darkness of his right eye, compared to the celestial paleness of his left. 

Long blond hair fell about his face, his large wings fluttered as he pushed the boy behind him. The left wing was a blinding white, whilst the right was a disturbing black. 

"Peter! Peter! Where is that good for nothing lad!? When I find him, he isn't getting away with just twenty thrashings." Peter whimpered as the stable owner entered the stable. A gentle breeze ruffled his fair hair, and all he could see was the stable owner screaming his name. the village passed beneath him and he clung onto Mikhail in fright. He heard the heavy beating of the sixteen feet wings. The castle loomed ahead, and Peter knew his adventures were just beginning. 

...

King Jericho motioned for Mikhail to come closer. Dressed in the red royal robes of Soledad. The Prince though of mixed and questionable heritage was Jericho's greatest ally, and anyone who caused trouble for the royal outcast did not last long in his kingdom. 

Mikhail was a beautiful man, if not for the slashing brows, and square jaw he would have passed of for a female. He looked very much like his mother. The long hair silky and alluring aura. 

"I am dying." Jericho finally said. Mikhail gave a small nod. Jericho saw the sadness in the lightness of his left eye, whereas his right eye showed none. It was a disturbing trait he had. 

"And if an heir is not found, then my nephew will gain control of Albion." Mikhail grasped the hilt of his sword and growled. Jibril was a tyrant of a man, charmer to both men and women, he could destroy Albion in a day. It did not help that his father was an angel, or that they were related as cousins. 

"Anything my liege." 

"You must find my daughter." Mikhail gasped in surprise. He did not know that the king had a child. This was a totally new revelation. "Yes, my daughter. She lives with her mother's people."

"Does she know she is a princess." Mikhail asked. 

"Luckily yes, I have made it easier for you and sent a messenger ahead."

"And if she does not want the position?" Jericho coughed violently and pulled against Mikhail's robes. He felt the life slipping from him.

'Then make her yours, and give me grandchildren. You deserve love my friend.' He smiled before his soul spiralled to the heavens. 

"Jericho, what should I do?" but it was pointless the king was dead and the prospect of returning home left with the king's spirit. 

...

Mikhail watched from the bell tower as the body was taken away. It would not be good for someone to see him near the body, ideas may be formed, that maybe he had something to do with the kings death, that was the fate of a hybrid, to be forever ostracized by those you wanted to help most. 

"Master, do you not wish to join the mourners." Peter tugged at his robe, trying his best wake him from his stupor. 

"Leave me be Peter, do not think I have no feelings, I miss the king greatly" Mikhail scowled, plucking both a black and white feather, he let them flutter in the breeze, and only the most observant would notice the two feathers land atop the coffin as the soil was thrown upon it. 

...

Mikhail made his way to the Jericho's personal library. There Hamlet, his steward sat with a strange piece of parchment. It was white and rectangular and next to the parchment was what appeared to be a silver beeping device.

"Ah Prince Mikhail, junior Peter." He addressed them both motioning to the seat before him. 

"I do not understand how I am to retrieve the princess, if she is not from this world." Mikhail tugged off his oppressive robes, the shirt and breeches did little to warm him, yet the cloak was too oppressive. 

"She is in the 21st century. She is but one summer." Hamlet looked up as both Mikhail and Peter gasped. 

"Do not tell me you plan for me to be her guardian?" But Mikhail already knew the answer. 

"It is the only way, Prince Mikhail, you shall go and watch over her until she is ready. However." He glanced towards Peter, who gulped in fear 

"Peter knows too much, he will have to go with you." Mikhail looked at Peter, he had dragged the poor fellow into this, and the best thing would be to release him.

"I will follow my master anywhere." Peter said defiantly. The lad was barely eight summers, yet he was willing to sacrifice himself for Mikhail. 

Mikhail laid a supportive hand on Peter, who smiled in return. 

"I never knew my father Mikhail, maybe one day you will call me your son." Mikhail, pulled the boy into his arms and hugged him fiercely. The evil part of him remained cold, whilst the pure side warmed at the thought, his white wing enveloped Peter, just as the beam of light transported them to the baby's cradle. 

The mother of the child looked in their direction, but dismissed the stirring and continued to coo at her child. Mikhail moved from Peter and placed a tender kiss on the child's head. He would protect her, until her time to take the throne arrived.

The Angel's Redemption Ch. 02



Abigail Winters cried in frustration, the soil tumbled out of the C sized bra cup. A fat worm slithered to the floor and began to writhe blindly. 

"Peter, Peter! Get your sorry medieval butt here now." In reply there came a small immature laugh. Abigail growled. Downstairs many of her closest friends waited for her, to celebrate her twenty first birthday, yet here she was rummaging for a new bra that didn't stand out through the sheer silk top she was wearing. 

"Peter." She growled as she found her ripped pantyhose. A soft tinkling heralded the arrival of a celestial being, without thought she turned to where the light beamed into her room and threw her tights at the shape forming. When the light disappeared, a confused 6'6, blond god stood with a bemused look on his face. Abigail shivered with desire. Instead of his usual silver armour, Mikhail wore skin tight leather trousers, that enhanced his manly bulge and muscular legs, a large white cotton shirt that puffed out slightly. It opened to reveal smooth tanned skin, and muscled abs. His hair was still braided from the last time he had visited. 

"What has he done this time?" Mikhail asked, Abigail blushed, she was naked from the head down to her hips. But that never seemed to disturb Mikhail. 

When she was younger he had always been her knight in shining armour, like a father to her. When they were alone he would play with her, whether he took her flying or showed her the wonders of the stars. 

It was only when she reached sixteen, that she realised the feeling in the bottom of her stomach wasn't excitement at going flying, it was need for him. But up until this day he continued to mentor her on the ways of Albion, the kingdom she would soon be ruling. 

"Peter destroyed another one of my bra's." Mikhail raised an eyebrow at her. 

"The look suits you Abby." Abigail's head shot up, Mikhail didn't do funny. His eyes seemed to gleam with a look unfamiliar to her. 

"Abigail honey, your friends are waiting." Her mothers voice called out. Abigail turned back to where Mikhail had been standing, to find him gone. With a weary sigh she left her room.

...

"I don't understand why you don't marry her father." Peter said, picking the dirtied bra from the floor. He gently petted the worm that had slithered under Abigail's bed.

"You do not understand the ways of guardian angels. I have no claim over her, and I am already Prince of a different plane." Mikhail, combed his fingers through his hair and thought back to when he had seen her naked in her room. 

It had taken all his restraint to pull her into his arms and ravish her. Smooth, black hair rolled down her shoulders and when he had seen her they had barely covered her pert, firm breast. Her hazel green eyes would always break through his tough exterior. 

She was not what would now a day be called beautiful, but that was because of what she was, her beauty would only be fully appreciated in Albion. 

Mikhail looked in the mirror once more. "What say you, am I fit for mortal company?" 

Peter looked as his father asked him for his opinion. He did not look a day over twenty five, and would look so until a many millenniums. Peter however would age once they returned to Albion. 

"Papa, if you have no intention of marrying her, why tease her so?"

"Because I also have human weaknesses."

... Abigail thanked the maitre'd as they were seated. It was a rather posh restaurant, and she had chosen it to impress the friends she would soon be losing.

"So where is this 'Michael?'" Vanessa asked. Abigail wasn't entirely sure why Vanessa was in her group of friends, or why she was in Vanessa's group of friends, but it seemed to her that she would forever be part of the snob clique. The one thing her father did before he died, sending her and her mother enough money to live in luxury for eternity. 

"I and the girls are beginning to believe that maybe you're just making him up." Each of her representative girlfriends were sitting with their boyfriends. Twenty people looked and disguised their laugher into coughs, all but one, her best friend Ellen who squeezed her hand, but in her eyes there was a look of sadness. She doesn't believe me either, Abigail thought to herself. 

"I'm not making him up." Abigail growled picking up the menu, it was meant to be the end of the conversation, but Vanessa was not known for her intelligence. 

"Then why isn't he with you, on your birthday."

"I just had to find my girl the perfect gift." Came a deep, familiar voice. Abigail almost jumped from her seat. Craning her head she saw him, his wings were not visible to the humans, only she saw their faint outline. 

But the three scratches were still there and his dark, ominous eye. Making his soft face appear a little fierce. Abigail couldn't help but smile as everyone at the table gasped in surprise. She knew that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world.  

Her nose was too big for a face, her lips too large, her breast too small and her hair to feisty, but that didn't stop Mikhail from pulling her from her seat and kissing her hungrily. Mikhail had waited twenty-one years to hold her like this. To touch her. Their tongues clashed together as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. Her body was soft against his hard muscles, and they jumped in response of her soft hand upon his arm. 

Reluctantly he let her go, and congratulated himself at the way her lips were red and puffy from his ministrations. Mikhail pulled a seat up to the table and tugged Abigail's hand into his.

'What are you doing here?' She hissed mentally, something Mikhail had taught her, when she had wanted to take him to school on her very first day. Mikhail squeezed her hand playfully. 'Just enjoy this day, Abby.' After dinner a few of her friends returned to her home, where she could open her presents. She smiled tightly as she opened Vanessa's present. It was a dieting book. There was strained laughter.

"I know how self conscious you are, and Christmas was some time ago dear." Abigail blushed thanking her for her consideration. "Plus now that we have finally met Mikhail, we wouldn't want you to lose him because you wouldn't look after your figure."

"Actually I love the way Abby looks; I wouldn't change her for the world." Abigail sent a confused look to Mikhail, he was definitely laying it on a little thickly. She soon ran out of presents to open, and felt slightly bereft. As materialistic as it sounded, Abigail found that receiving presents was the best thing about a birthday. 

"Here you go cherub." Mikhail whispered in her ear, sending ripples of pleasure though her body. Abigail took the badly wrapped present, ripping though the layers of paper. 

A small blood red velvet box opened to reveal a silver chain, with a small vial that held two large feathers, one black one white. She felt her eyes tear up at the thought of Mikhail plucking his feathers for her. 

"These are the two most important feathers, until they grow back I will no longer be able to fly. My people believe it holds the same significance as a promise ring." Abigail shook with the enormity of what he was saying. 

"That's such a lovely necklace." Vanessa sneered with jealously. Abigail forgot there were people still in her home. Rather quickly she ushered them out of her home and ran to her room, where Mikhail sat nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just promised her the rest of his life. 

"A promise ring?" she hissed. 

"Yes, in case you do not find a suitable mate." He smiled. Abigail on the other hand just scowled, why would she never find a mate? Mikhail howled in surprise as she threw one of her pink bunny slippers at him.

'Father I think you have angered her.' Peter laughed. 

"Why are you upset, I thought you would be flattered." Mikhail watched in shock as Abigail began yelling obscenities. 

'Just tell her that, it is most likely she will marry you.' Peter suggested. After relaying the message Mikhail was rewarded with a slap upside his head. Abigail had never been so insulted in her life. Her fingers curled around the chain, as she made to yank it off, Mikhail was suddenly standing before her, both his large wings folded around her. 

They were in such close proximity to one another, Abigail couldn't help but splay her hands on his chest, she had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. 

"Do not remove it, cherub. Listening to Peter is never a good idea." He gave a crooked smile. 

"P...Peter. No, you shouldn't listen to a seven year old boy". Mikhail rested his forehead against her crown and gently stroked her cheek. 

"Angels are not as promiscuous as humans. We mate for life, there is no such thing as divorce in my world. Once we have the mating ceremony we are bound for life." He placed a tender kiss to her cheek, trailing his lips to her neck. 

Gently he grazed her neck with his two long incisors. 

"Fangs?" she whimpered. 

"I'm a little different. My mother was a demon. But all angels do a blood exchange. And then you will be bound to me until the day I die, because my life is longer than yours. "I do not want you to be tied to me until you are ready. Sleep with as many men, bare their children. Come to me when you are sure you want me for eternity, because that is how long you shall live for."

Abigail understood the enormity of what he was saying. 

"Would I become an angel?" Mikhail chuckled against her soft, perfumed skin. His arms wrapped tightly around her pulling her closer, so she could feel what he felt for her.

"You must be born an angel. Our children however will be." Abigail blushed at the thought of growing large with his child. She nuzzled his neck lovingly. 

"I will give you time love. Soon we will leave earth and return to Albion, you will have enough time to decide by then." She bit his lip seductively, as he kissed her, running his hands up and down her sides. 

As he left a thought came to her mind that brought a smile to her face. She had, had a few boyfriends in her time. And no longer had the evidence of virginity. Mikhail on the other hand was probably clueless on the acts of sex. His first time would be with her.

...

Jibril slammed his fist on the dining table. The thud vibrated through the room, the candles flickered and the tapestries rose and fell against the stone walling. 

Jibril turned his cold steely eyes upon his uncle's steward. The man did not cower or whimper in his presence. Instead he stood as tall as any 5'3 man could, with his chin high in the air, and a small smirk on his lips. 

"What do you mean by this Hamlet?" Jibril said as calmly as possible. 

It was this tone of voice that had many a warrior wetting his pant. The steward continued to stare at Jibril with barely contained disgust. The steward did not like being under this bastards thumb, and he awaited the moment that Mikhail returned with the heir to the throne. The years of oppression, the fear that all the citizens of Kryta lived in would disappear as soon as the girl was brought back.

"As I said my lord, lord Mikhail gave word that he will be returning soon. That is all my lord." Hamlet gave a stiff bow. Jibril continued to stare angrily at the shrewd man, but after minutes of silence he bade him to go. 

"Mikhail is coming." Jibril whispered. He was not sure whether he should be happy or furious. Mikhail was his greatest enemy, and greatest friend. 

As young children they had played together, in the cloud fields of Soledad, the kingdom of Mikhail's father. They had shared their first ever kiss, during their adolescence in convent school. 

To this day Jibril had loved no other, even when he found that Mikhail preferred women. Jibril was aware that Mikhail would never love him as he did. Maybe that was why he continued to be so bad, why be good when life never returns the favour? 

Jibril got up from the table leaving the hardly touched food behind. He would prepare for Mikhail's arrival, and would greet him as any cousin would. Far be it for him to love his cousin.



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 03



Abigail was pretty sure that ever since Mikhail had introduced himself to her friends it had been a dream. The next day, was like every other day. Mikhail greeted her with his usual platonic greeting.

"Good morning princess." He had said, wearing his usual attire of chainmail armour with an indigo tunic, a silver sun was intricately stitched on the material. 

Black gauntlets held a long thin sword, called a claymore, with a blood red ruby set in the hilt surrounded by small diamonds and sapphires.

"It is time for training." He commanded, handing her two sai's. 

"Don't tell me this is something out of Daredevil." Abigail joked, imitating the leather clad heroine Electra. 

"No." Mikhail had firmly. 

"This is something more like, how can I stop my greedy cousin from stealing the throne."

...  

Abigail sighed deeply as she watched Mikhail and Peter spar. They were in an abandoned warehouse, the windows so thick with dust, sunshine barely penetrated through. 

Abigail had no idea what was going on, day by day Mikhail seemed to drift further and further away from her. He no longer came to her in the night, speaking of Krytanian tales, tales of her father and more seductive tales of him.

"Are you paying attention Abby?" Mikhail called as he pushed Peter away; the boy stumbled slightly, but quickly righted himself. 

"Yeah, I am you big dumb ass." She whispered. Mikhail's head shot up. Clamping a hand over her mouth she shook her head in denial. 

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Abigail I hear Hamlet calling to me, and I fear we may have to leave now." Abigail hopped from where she was sitting. Leave. Now. 

"My mother." She whispered. Already Mikhail had one hand on her arm, giving her the security she needed.

"She and everyone will never know you existed." The words were harsh but were needed to be said. She supposed she was lucky. 

Many people were attached to their parents. Joanna had been a kind mother, but there had always been something missing in her hugs and kisses. 

"I'm ready." Abigail said. Holding on tightly to Mikhail. 

...

It was like being away from home. Although this was not his home, he felt nostalgic upon entering Kryta. 

His wings beat the air softly, making his landing as gentle as possible. Abigail clung to him, as if in fear he would be taken away from her. 

"Relax cherub." He whispered into her hair. Her grip loosened and he felt slight bereft as she turned away from him. But it was as it should be; he could not take any chances of her growing attached to him. 

As soon as her place on the throne was secured, he would return home to Soledad. Abigail couldn't believe her eyes. It was like walking through sixteenth century Britain. 

Tudor houses lined the large street as Mikhail led the way. The women wore long skirts of blue, green, purple and low cut tops that seemed to cling to their very skin. The men looked like dashing rogues, in linen breeches and loose, laced shirts. 

"Pick your jaw from the ground, we want to fit in." Mikhail hissed. Abigail laughed, as soon as every one saw Mikhail with his odd coloured wings, they would step back and gasp or cross themselves.

"Lucy get back here!" Shouted a small voice. A grey puppy ran past them with a red haired girl behind it. The girl did not notice the slippery mud and fell before Mikhail. Her knee scraped against a stone and she gave out a small cry. 

"Shh, little one." Mikhail whispered. His palms warmed and a soft glow appeared, as the rough lines knitted intricately back together, his fingers ran over the red, angry skin and the colour soon returned to its natural colour.

Abigail smiled to herself. As much as he pissed her off, he was very good with children. A tired looking women burst from the crowd her eyes roved over him with disgust.

"Serpent! Demon, stay away from my child." The crowd jeered, and youngsters began to pelt Mikhail with rotten vegetables. 

"Stop it!" Abigail yelled, but they paid her no heed, Abigail made her way to Mikhail, but was stopped with the raise of his hands.

"Little cousin, what trouble have you brought?" The crowed gasped, and began scurrying away, their heads bowed in reverence or fear. Abigail looked to where the voice had come from. 

The woman sat upon a black horse, her hair long and golden cascading down her back. She wore a simple white shirt, draped in an emerald cloak and dark green shapely breeches. 

Abigail had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life, and she felt slightly embarrassed at the torn jeans and worn sweater she was wearing. 

The woman looked down at her and she could have sworn she saw a flicker of hatred in her violet eyes before a serene calmness over took her. 

"You have taken well of Marie." Mikhail ran a loving hand down the horse's forehead, and chuckled as she nuzzled his hand. 

"Of course, she belongs to you." There was an obvious hidden message, and Abigail could see Mikhail tense. 

"Jibril..." Mikhail sighed.

"Let us not spoil this reunion, with harsh words my love. Come." She motioned to the bay horse tied to the black mare. 

Peter had already mounted the horse; Mikhail took hold of Abigail, and with surprising ease placed her on the back of the horse. Abigail could see his jaw tighten as he allowed the woman to pull him onto the horse. 

With a click of the tongue they began their journey to the castle. 

...

"This milady is your room." Abigail smiled at the stout man, he was everything Mikhail had said he would be. 

Her lids blinked rapidly as he opened the curtain, daylight flooded the large room and Abigail gasped at the beauty of it. 

A large canopy bed dominated the room, yet there was enough space for her bedroom and living room to fit within. And her home had been on the excessively large side. 

"These are clothes new and old, some belonging to your grandmother and your father's sister." Abigail fingered the beautiful gowns. Some in colours she never knew could exist, some in the colour of the rainbow. 

The material was something she had never felt before, a mixture of silk and cotton. 

"The bathing room is through here." Hamlet's muffled voice called. Abigail pulled a deep purple gown from the wardrobe, and placed it upon the bed. 

Expecting to see a pewter tub of some sort, Abigail was surprised to a small pool in the room, trees reached for the roof, and somewhere she could hear the calling of birds. The floor was made of a synthetic material, which resembled grass. 

"We aren't even on earth are we?" Abigail sighed dipping her fingers in the pool.

"Just another plane milady." Hamlet began to rummage around in a dresser cleverly disguised as a tree trunk. He handed her portrait, it was the castle and many people stood before it, in all manners of dress. 

But what surprised her was not that some people where dressed in modern day clothing, but the fact that some of those dressed in expensive upper class clothing where black. 

"I don't understand."

"Your father told me the prejudices in your world. In Albion and absolutely Kryta, no-one is judged by the colour of their skin.   "Your father's great-grandmother was black. Some people from your world have found ways to live here, here you are free of many things." 

Abigail brushed the tears from her eyes, and felt a weight lift from her chest. Since their arrival she had wondered whether the people of Kryta where as prejudice of those, from their time in her world, would they hate her or treat her badly because her mother was coloured? 

Tears of relief coursed down her cheeks as she clutched the portrait.

...

Mikhail stood stiffly in the dining hall as Jibril poured them a drink. His cousin had long since unbuttoned his shirt leaving an expanse of muscled flesh. For Mikhail's benefit. 

"Come now, my love. Relax." Mikhail took the drink from Jibril and downed it in one go. Jibril was unerringly cheerful for some one about to be usurped. But Jibril was odd that way.

"Please Mikhail; you know I can't bear it when you are angry at me, what have I now done to cause your anger?" Jibril smiled shyly. Mikhail shook his head, easing Jibril's fears.

"I am not angry at you Jibril, but you realise why I brought Abigail here. Your reign is over. This is your home, but you cannot be ruler." Mikhail saw a little of the colour fade from Jibril's eyes, but it was soon covered by his large grin. 

Jibril launched himself into Mikhail's arms inhaling his scent as if these were his last muments on earth. Mikhail remained rigid only for a second before enveloping Jibril into his arms. 

"I have missed you Mikhail." He ran his tongue along his throat to the corner of his lips. Tentatively he kissed his lips gently. Allowing Mikhail lips to open slightly. Jibril took the chance to invade his mouth. Jibril sought out the sweetness of Mikhail's hot orifice, his hands trailed to the firmness of his butt.  

Mikhail knew it was wrong to tease Jibril like this, to give him such hope. But like Albion, Jibril was also part of home to him. He would never mate with Jibril; it was not unheard of, he knew a few male angels who had male partners. 

But Mikhail loved his cousin as a cousin. Maybe if he and Abigail had never met, then Jibril would be his. But it could not be for his heart was not with Jibril. Jibril felt the rigidness return to Mikhail's body and pulled away. Mikhail tightened his grip around Jibril and with a sigh laid his head upon his. 

"It just cannot be Jibril, I love another." Mikhail pressed a soft kiss upon his head. Jibril knew this, how could he not. He saw the fire that burned in Mikhail's eyes when they arrived at Kryta castle as they gazed upon the caramel skinned girl, with long unruly black hair. 

He had seen the chain that held Mikhail's two primary wings. His own flinched with the pain it must have caused him, clipping them. Jibril ran a hand down Mikhail's cheek tracing the three scars, placing soft kisses upon his cheeks and lids. 

"I understand my sweet, I also understand that she is my uncle's child." Jibril took Mikhail's hand away from his waist and walked to the large window that over looked the city. He had not been a very good ruler, and he was fine with that. 

It was never his intention to be king. But at least he was still allowed to live in his mother's home. Mikhail sighed with relief; he had thought that Mikhail would have been angry with the news. But he seemed to be taking it fine. 

As the sun set, it cast a low glow in the room, and Jibril looked even more beautiful. It was amazing. But his heart did not pound in the way it would if Abigail where to walk into the room. 

"But what I do not understand, is how you can promise yourself to the human, when you have no intention to stay in Albion." A sinister smirk flittered over Jibril's mouth. 

A look Mikhail had hoped he would not see in a long while. 

"She has her own kingdom, my love. She cannot leave hers and you can not leave yours" 

Jibril smiled as Mikhail winced, the truth hurt, but it had to be addressed. Mikhail walked to the over stuffed chaise lounge and ran a tired hand through his hair, unleashing his long hair from his braid. 

Jibril could hardly breath; Mikhail was so beautiful it ached not being able to touch him, to have him, love him, but contend with only kisses. 

"There is no hope for you my sweet." Jibril purred. Sitting upon Mikhail, his head resting on his broad shoulders. Mikhail held onto Jibril as the tears fell. 

He was an evil bastard. How could he give Abigail, give himself the belief of a future together? But now that the binding chain had been put upon her neck, no force on earth could remove. 

"I did not think Jibril. I want her, I love her, yet I did not really think about the laws of the land. I forget that in Kryta that once she is married her husband must be ruler with her. I forgot about Soledad. When I am with her I forget everything." 

"Then there is only one way this can be absolved. My love." Jibril began raining light kisses onto Mikhail's face. 

"No, Jibril." Mikhail hissed as the angel began trailing soft fingers to the fly of his trousers. 

"Not that my love, never that." Jibril whispered pulling his hand back and wrapping his hand in Mikhail's hair. 

He looked over Mikhail's shoulder and noticed that the door was slightly ajar. The girl, Abigail gasped softly as their eyes met, hastily she ran down the hall. Mikhail sat up slightly, straining to hear.

"Nothing my love. There was nothing there, now to my plan. All you have to do is make her fall out of love with you." Jibril could see Mikhail's brain at work, and although the excitement he had seen in his eyes began to fade as he told him of his plan, he seemed alert and determined. 

As Mikhail kissed him goodnight, Jibril couldn't help but open his bedroom window, he jumped onto the railing of the balcony and launched into the sky. A grin on his face. If he couldn't have Mikhail's love nor could she.



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 04



Abigail couldn't contain the hurt and anger she felt. She hardly slept that night. The image of that woman wrapped around Mikhail in such a loving embrace haunted her dreams. Haunted her thoughts as she prepared herself for the morning. 

It still amazed her that although the buildings were very Tudor like, the clothing was definitely medieval. Smiling to herself she touched the vial that held the feathers. 

Why had he given this to her if he was in love with someone else. She still didn't know the identity of the woman, but she was also an angel, though her wings were not as large and extravagant as Mikhail's. A soft knock sounded on the door. She turned to see Peter standing in a beautiful yellow tunic, highlighting the darkness of his hair, and black breeches. He smiled shyly and presented his arm to Abigail. 

"It is time to break your fast Abby." Abigail hugged the small boy to her. Peter seemed even livelier than usual; perhaps it was because he had returned to his home, she couldn't help but feel jealousy at how easily he fit in. They descended the stairs, and arrived at the dining hall. Many of the maids were still scurrying around bringing dishes upon dishes of food. 

"Presenting Princess Abigail." A large boisterous man announced. Everyone paused, and turned to the young woman before them. Dressed in a royal blue bliaut, that hugged her curves, and thin gold belt that fell on her hips. Although she was not beautiful, there was a alluring aura that surrounded her. 

The women curtsied and the men bowed as Peter led her to a chair. 

"Lord Mikhail will be down soon." Peter whispered, also seating himself. Abigail felt her chest tighten as the woman from yesterday appeared. Dressed once again in breeches and a tunic. 

Instead of the welcoming she would have thought for a noble, no one seemed to pay her any heed, in fact many skittered away as if in fear. A young maid, almost tripped over her own feet as the woman approached the table. The woman unfazed blew her a kiss and gave her a wink. 

"Good morning Abigail." The voice was warm, and strangely erotic. Quite deep, it seemed to vibrate though Abigail's body. 

"Good morning...umm." Abigail clamoured for a name.

"Please call me Gabby." The woman giggled, helping herself to the bread on the table. Her wings continually beating the air, as if impatient to get away. 

"Presenting Prince Mikhail." The hall hushed as Mikhail arrived in the hall. He seemed tired and worn, yet cracked a smile as every one stiffly bowed. 

"Please, Thomas, there is no need for announcements, I believe many people do not want to be reminded of my presence." Although he laughed at his own words. Abigail could see the sadness in his eyes. 

Instead of seating himself near her, he reached for a piece of fruit, gave her a nod of acknowledgment and moved to where Gabby sat. Their heads bowed in deep conversation. Many times during that long agonising breakfast, she caught Gabby's eye, or her hand resting on Mikhail's. 

She had never felt so alone in her life, and a part of her wanted to leave this place, to go home where there was some semblance of warmth. 

"Milady." Abigail jumped, she hadn't even realised that she had been sitting there lost in space. Hamlet stood beside her, sending dirty looks towards the blonde haired goddess.

"There is someone to see you milady, your own personal guard." Abigail gave Hamlet a slight nod and excused herself from the table. Though no-one even seemed to realise her departure. ...

"This is Jonas, my son." Abigail stared at the six foot eight man in wonder. Dark hair highlighted by brown brushed his shoulders, and light blue eyes assessed his new charge. 

"Milady." He growled taking her hand and kissing it. Abigail blushed. she rarely got any attention from the opposite sex, and with Mikhail being so cold towards her, she relished the attention. 

"I didn't realise I needed a personal guard." Abigail confessed, as Hamlet and Jonas walked her around the grounds of the castle. 

"Until you find a husband then you will. Jonas is here to protect you. Kryta is a very prosperous kingdom; many would want to conquer it." Abigail nodded her head in understanding. 

As for her cousin Jibril she was yet to see him, and believed that he had left the kingdom upon hearing of her arrival, yet she would have loved to meet him. 

"I think I will allow you to get better acquainted." Hamlet smiled before leaving them. They walked slowly and talked about trivial things, until Jonas pointed out the chain around her neck. 

"You are promised to an angel I see." Abigail's head snapped up, she had been watching the interaction between Gabby and Mikhail who were in the doorway discussing something, and many times she could see Mikhail trying to pull away.

"How do you know this?" Abigail asked, walking to a small grove of trees, hoping to hide herself. Jonas pulled back his shirt and revealed what seemed to be an intricate tattoo over his heart. 

"This is the binding mark. Once you and your angel mate, you receive this. When it disappears." His face fell, the thought troubled him some, and she could tell that he must love his partner very much. 

"God would regret taking Misha from me; Misha and my daughters mean everything to me." Abigail was shocked by the love she saw in his eyes. She wished Mikhail would look upon her like that.

Abigail took out the necklace for Jonas to inspect. 

"By the heavens, you are Mikhail's mate." His tanned skin paled at the thought. 

"The cursed prince, well he will be a protective mate I'll give him that much, but I do not understand. Mikhail cannot stay here." 

"What do you mean he can't stay here?" Abigail asked. Jonas shook his head and explained the laws of the land. 

...

Mikhail wanted to be far from this place, far from Jibril's serpent tongue. The more he thought about it the more foolish it seemed. To make Abigail stop loving him, that would be disastrous. 

He couldn't bear the thought of her hating him. He would rather they made a go at things. Figure out a way for them to be together. Rather she hate him later, after they were mated to realise they couldn't definitely stay together. 

With that thought he left a flabbergasted Jibril and rushed into the hall, where Abigail was standing by the fire. A handsome young man stood by her side, sending her worried glances. 

"Jonas." Mikhail called. Jonas turned to Mikhail, and shook his head in what appeared to be a look of disapproval. Mikhail tossed his head once, and Jonas moved from Abigail's side. 

"I need to talk to you." Mikhail whispered as he approached. She looked at him coldly, and he felt that something was wrong. Oh no, she was angry.

"So now you want to talk, where as this morning you couldn't give a flying hoot about me. In fact you have been ignoring me since I turned twenty-one."

"I can explain..."

"No need." Abigail cut him off, she rose with her hands on her hips. By now the hall was filling with the staff, Hamlet had come to see what the hubbub was about as Jibril lent against the wall closest to them, a small grin on his face.

"Jonas told me everything." Mikhail sent a glare to the human. 

"I'll deal with you later." he said. Jonas gulped and took a step back.

"When where you planning on telling me, that we can never be together. After we had joined, together for eternity?! Is this some warped way for you to know I'm safe or are you just possessive? To think that you loved me!" 

Mikhail saw the tears forming, he wanted very much to pull her into his arms and explain how much he did love her, but the demon side of him seemed to be growing with the negative energy. 

"I do." Mikhail forced out. Abigail had no idea why it was so hard for Mikhail to say that, and it just proved to her even more he didn't love her. 

"Abigail calm down please." Hamlet raised his hand in a placating manner. He could see the tell-tale trickle of blackness and it began to take over the light side of Mikhail. His left wing shook with the force of it. 

"Calm down, not until I have finished." Abigail glared at Gabby stood, pointing a finger at her. 

"You want us to be together when I saw you with her!" the hall hushed, as Mikhail shook his head in confusion.

"Her? That's Jibril your cousin." Mikhail suddenly realised the mistake he had made. Earth was not as accepting of homosexuality as Albion. In fact some Albionian's had, had homosexual experiences, or were homosexual. 

Among angels it was common for first couples to be same sexed and stay together, until one or the other found a mate. He should have explained this to her earlier. Abigail almost choked on her own tears as she heard this. Mikhail, bisexual. No it couldn't be. 

But when she looked at Gabby, she realised that her chest was flat, and there was an unmistakable bulge in her pants. Jibril's beauty had diverted her attention from this. 

"You're...you're...gay." Abigail croaked. Mikhail shook his head in denial. But Abigail had seen it with her own eyes. 

"Jibril is my first encounter. He is my cousin on my father's side, your cousin on your father's side. We are related by blood how could we be together? Abigail it is you that I...I..." But the words would not leave his mouth. 

The demon in him laughed with victory. The emotional side of Mikhail was being suppressed, to avoid the pain Abigail's rejection would cause. Oblivious to Mikhail's struggle Abigail could feel the chain burning her skin as a false reminder of Mikhail's love for her, the need she thought she had seen. 

Without a thought she yanked the chain from her neck. The room seemed to slow, there was no sound except the cry Mikhail gave. It was so gut wrenching, Abigail instantly tried to put the necklace back on, but the clasp was broken. Even the smile that had been on Jibril's face vanished, and he flew to Mikhail's side. He ran his fingers over Mikhail's wings as the left, white wing began to be absorbed by the black. 

"You fool, you never finished growing back your primary wings." Jibril tore off Mikhail's shirt; he did not see the mating mark either. 

"You never told me you weren't mated. Mikhail you bastard!" But Mikhail was gone. 

Instead stood a dark, nefarious creature. Abigail stumbled to the being that looked so much like Mikhail, but was obviously not. His hair was as dark as the night's sky, as were eyes. His skin was so pale it looked white, and sharp fangs brushed his bottom lip. 

A bolt of thunder cracked into the hall. And there stood an even darker creature, with red blazing eyes, she wore red leather. Her own black hair was short and spiky with red highlights. 

Beside her stood a man who bore a striking resemblance to Mikhail.

"Mikhail, talk to me. Please." But the creature that was Mikhail, just smiled before he keeled over. 

Jibril hugged the comatose body to his side, growling as Abigail tried to touch him. He looked at the two demons in the room, their leather black wings beat the air in impatience. 

"Why are you here Lilith?" Hamlet demanded. He had not seen the demon for a long, long time. 

"What stupid human would deny my son love?" She hissed, ignoring Hamlet's question Abigail trembled as the woman walked towards her, teeth bared. 

She leant closer sniffing the air picking up the scent of the human that had hurt Mikhail. It was then that Abigail realized she wasn't wearing leather, but numerous red snakes. Abigail gulped but reached for Mikhail anyway.

"Silly, silly fool. Jibril is but a student as is Mikhail in learning about love. No angel can lie with another being without becoming mated, why my son chose you I will not know. Your mistrust and my sons stubbornness has cost you. Malcolm." She turned to the other demon. 

"Take Mikhail to your father. The chain is broken; he can no longer reside here. He must be nursed back to his natural state." Abigail cried in anguish as both Mikhail and Malcolm vanished.

Tears ran own her cheeks in defeat. Lilith looked sadly upon the girl. She too knew about impossible love. But she would not allow the same for Mikhail. Her other offspring had found their loves. 

If only Mikhail had been either demon or angel, then everything would be simpler. But because he, out of the triplets she had born was half and half, they were constantly as war with one another. 

"Believe me child when I say, Mikhail is not easy to love, he is neither warm nor cold. Patience is key with him. There may still be a chance for you to be together. If not." Lilith shrugged. 

Then carefully she removed a rather fat snake that seemed to hiss lovingly at her. Abigail gasped as she saw the angel mating mark.

"Love will find away." Lilith moved from her to where Jibril sat in tears, his wings barely concealing his body.

"And you, son of Gabriel. You will help your cousin, your lover, by reuniting them. If anyone can do it, you can." Leaning ever so closely she whispered. 

"There is love for you also little one, just not with Mikhail." Jibril snarled at his aunt, but smiled in disbelief as she turned from him. 

"Jonas, tell me how my grandchildren are." Jonas told her that they were fine. This was not the first time he had met his mother, god wasn't so kind. The lighting struck again. But this time it heralded no arrival but the departure Lilith.

... That night Abigail sat at her window, staring at the stars that littered the sky and wondered what would become of her and Mikhail, could love really find a way. Abigail gave herself a mental shake. Lilith explained clearly Jibril and Mikhail's relationship as had a reluctant Jibril. Though he loved Mikhail, he could not deny that Mikhail loved her. 

"I am such a fool, Mikhail please forgive me. I will find you." She vowed, finally closing the curtain. 

... 

Mikhail woke to the gentle notes of a harp. His sister Misha sat with her twin girls who were playing smaller harps. 

"How are you brother?" Misha asked, retrieving a bowl of fruits from the table. Mikhail with a snarl pulled her towards him and sank his teeth into her neck. 

Her daughters cried in shock, but their mother simply told them to calm down. Misha sank her own teeth into her brother, releasing her from his hold. 

He lay back on the bed sultry eyed and sleepy. His left eye began to clear slowly. "You cannot keep the beast at bay for long Misha. Soon you will not have enough blood to satisfy its need. If I don't have my mate, the beast will rule me." Misha brushed an errant lock from his forehead as he fell into a deep slumber. How could she explain to her brother it was already too late? 

The darkness in him was calling out to him and without his mate here, his resolve was weak. She could hear the beast roaring for release within him. Too long had he been alone. 

But now here neither in Soledad or Albion, he was trapped in his own world, where just beyond the barren fields a black and white dragon fought.

"Mama Light Mikhail has fallen again." The black dragon sank its teeth into the neck of the light dragon. 

"Come my little ones, we must leave, but only for a short while." She turned to where Mikhail slept. He moved restlessly one moment both wings would be black then back to the miss matched colouring. 

"I pray for you sweet Mikhail, I shall bring back your mate." 

As she and her children left, they did not see the sinister grin on Mikhail's face, or the white dragon taking its last breath.



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 05



Mikhail took to the skies and laughed as his own personal prison burnt into the night. He awoke in his room in Soledad. He was surprised to find no one there; he would have thought that his father would have guards posted around near by. 

"Excellent." He laughed. He hurried to a small trunk at the bottom of his bed. Although he was weak and tired, he was bent on being free from this place. Too long he had been trapped inside the body of the worthless angel, now he was free. He found the vial of white dye, his mother had used when she and his father had first met. He also found the blond hair dye. There were no black haired angels. 

"Contacts, contacts." He muttered. He reached for the packet, but felt a tension in his arms. 

"I will not let you do this; I would rather die than let you take over this world. Do you think I do not know your plans." Mikhail laughed; it was so sinister that the angel inside him shivered with fear. 

"I will do anything to help my lover, even if it means the end of the world as we know it."

"Now, now Mikhail that I do not want." Mikhail turned suddenly, first with caution. Until he saw the demon standing before him. She was a beautiful creature. Lush black and white speckled wings folded against her back, reaching the small of her back. 

Black hair rippled down to her hips, and her clothes left little to the imagination. Scraps of violet material covered her breast and her lower regions. 

"Has the angel finally left you?" Amethyst asked, trailing a finger down his chest. 

Mikhail pulled her closer, capturing her mouth with his. He burned for her, but she was not for him. Even as his hands began to caress the coarse hair beneath the short skirt. She was ready for him, wet and slippery he pushed one finger, then another into her warm entrance. 

"Mikhail." She sighed against him, as his lips led a burning trail to the base of her neck. Then to the top of her breast. Light Mikhail roared with anger as the lovers moved to the bed. He could not mate with Amethyst, he loved Abigail. With all the strength he could muster, he forced the dark side of himself to release the demon. 

"What the fuck!" Amethyst screeched as Mikhail vanished from the room. She threw a glass bowl towards the wall where Mikhail had been standing. 

"Calm down love." Came a soft voice. Amethyst turned to the man lying on the bed. A small smile crept onto her face. He lay there gloriously naked. Muscled and smooth beyond perfection. Dazzling green eyes roved over her body. The powers he had sent the strips of material flying of her body. 

"My lord." She flew to his side, placing barely there kisses around his face, she brushed her hair against his chest, before taking a nipple into her mouth. She smiled to herself as he groaned. Nipping the thin line of blond hair, she followed it down to where his rigid staff stood erect and throbbing. 

Amethyst ran her tongue along his pulsing cock. Her hands massaged his sac, before she took him into his mouth. The angel groaned even louder, and before he could release himself into her mouth, he pushed her back onto the bed and plunged into her moist canal. Her vaginal muscles contracted around him, as he continued to thrust into her warmth. The two bodies' slick with sweat, flashed from Mikhail's room, down to the fiery depths of hell. Amethyst, teased the golden angels nipple, as he ran his hand up and down her spine. 

"Dark Mikhail will realise I am mated, my lord. Once he knows that I cannot be aroused by his touch and the Light Mikhail seems, to not be as weak as you thought." Amethyst giggled as the angel nipped her lip, before ravishing her mouth. 

"Do not fret my love. All we need is for Mikhail's blood to fall upon the sacred stone, and all will be well. It does not matter whether he is Dark or Light. I will not let him touch you now."

Amethyst nuzzled his chest, although she could not help but feel a pang of regret. Dark Mikhail was too much a wonderful man be sacrificed. But if that was what her lord wanted then so be it.

...

Dark Mikhail took another look in the mirror. His hair was no longer black, but now resembled Light Mikhail's hair as was his left wing. 

"Papa, is that you?" Mikhail turned to the small runt. Peter watched him sleepy eyed, as he quickly hid the dying products. 

"Yes, it is me." He was not prepared for the hug the boy gave him, and he almost pushed him away in disgust. Peter looked at him deeply as if assessing his very soul. 

"What is it my son?" Mikhail ground out.

"Nothing papa, you just seemed. No it doesn't matter." Peter gave him one last hug, before leaving his living quarters. Mikhail, combed his hair into a plait, then put on a black tunic.

"Why did you bring me here Mikhail? So close to your mate."

'Because you are the only one that can protect her'

"And I would do that why?" Mikhail, combed his hair into a plait, then put on a black tunic.

'Not that colour, you would wear...green.' As much as Mikhail did not want to listen to his Light side, if he intended on appearing as his normal self then he had to appear as such.

"What makes you think I care about your mate? Unless you have forgotten, before you zapped me away from our home, I was about to mate myself to Amethyst."

'No you wouldn't. You love Abby as much as I do.'

Dark Mikhail growled in denial, but he knew it was true. He could not hurt Abigail, she was the reason why he was as calm as he was now. 

After years of imprisonment he longed to seek vengeance, and what better than to destroy this place, where many would suffer, but Abigail lived here, she seemed to love this place. How could he take that away from her? 

... Abigail paced the small confines of the steward's office. They were wasting valuable time, who knew what had happened to Mikhail. Jibril sat unconcerned, his hair swept to one side, a cigarette hanging from his lips. 

"As I was saying, there is no way to infiltrate Soledad without Jibril's help, he is the only being that would be welcome." 

"Do you honestly think I would trust him. It's his fault that Mikhail is in this predicament." Abigail sneered, spinning around angrily she left the room. She rested against the door, her heart hammering madly. 

"Where are you?" She whispered. The sun washed through the stone window, seeing the blueness of the sky and the freshness of the gardens below she ventured outside. That's when she saw him. His was facing the wind, his hair whipped the sun, a small smile upon his lips.

"Mikhail." She breathed, her feet barely touched the floor as she ran into his arms. They automatically came around her, pulling her to him. He felt strange, cold. But when she looked into his eyes she saw him. She ran her fingers over his face, just to make sure it was really him, that he wouldn't leave her again. 

"I've missed you." She sobbed into his tunic. The colour of the material was green. Abigail froze, she pulled back. He had Mikhail's eyes, his face, but green?

Abigail smiled sheepishly, as he arched his eyebrow questioningly. His arms tightened around her, before his feet pushed against he ground. His wings beat the air pulling her further against his chest. Abigail gasped as they sped through the afternoon light. 

"I would not hurt you Abby, but I would not let this moment pass. Those who made me suffer shall suffer also." Abigail didn't fully understand what he meant, or maybe she did but right now with the wind blowing through her and all the beauty of Kryta beneath her feet she didn't care, all that mattered was that she was in Mikhail's arms. Albeit the wrong one. They finally landed by a small cabin, a creek ran past it and the air was filed with the sounds of birds and creatures singing. She pulled away from him as soon as her feet touched the ground. Mikhail also withdrew walking towards the small home. Without touching the handle, the door flew open. 

The old and unused fireplace burst to life, warmth licked at the walls and it beckoned Abigail closer until she closed the door behind her. It was a two room cabin, the kitchen and the lounge, a door led to what appeared to be a large bedroom. Abigail blushed pretending she didn't notice the candles come to life in the next room. 

"Why have you brought me here Mikhail, the others will know I am missing." Mikhail removed his cloak, and then hers ignoring her flinch. It was so much like a woman to lie about their feelings.

When Abigail had been in his arms he had felt the love the warmth. His demon sector was that of empathy. They lived of the feelings of others it empowered them. With those powers he could tell exactly what she had been feeling. Now there was only fear and uncertainty. 

"The world is coming to an end Abigail, and it isn't going to be caused by God." Mikhail felt his anger flow around his veins, the dragon within him roared with the need for retribution. 

He heard Abigail sigh, with disgust he did not know, but it seemed to calm him slightly, Mikhail did not want to frighten her. He walked towards her his fingers brushed her arm, he pulled her towards him, her back warming his chest. Abigail felt her heart rate pick up, as his lips found the tip of her ear his tongue ran along the ridges and rested at the base of her neck. His lips began to move whispering words in a language she did not know. 

"What are you saying?" Abigail blushed at the huskiness in her voice, his fingers ran up and down her arms moving towards the button of her gown. 

His lips then moved up her throat to her cheek. She felt his hands warm and soft against her skin, her nipples hardened as he began to tweak them with gentle curiosity. His other hand pulled the dress so that it pooled at her feet. He turned her around and gazed upon her in awe. 

"This is what a woman looks like." His finger held onto her hips as he lowered himself to the floor. With the curiosity of a child he touched her most sensitive area. 

Abigail almost shot from the floor. One touch like that and she was ready to come? How could this be. 

"Once Mikhail gave you the necklace you were promised to each other." She barely heard him as his mouth began to devour her, spreading her legs so he got better access she clenched his black her in her hands unable to contain her excitement she cried out. Mikhail was swift in transporting her to the bedroom, he was naked above her. 

"Do accept me?" He was as breathless as she. In those few moments everything seemed to slow. She noticed the darkness of his eyes, the sneer in his lips. But felt the tenderness in his touch, the need in his voice. 

She arched her hips to his causing him to penetrate her. They both sighed as he filled her to her very being. The rhythm began slow and careful, both could not keep their hands away. She ran her nails down his back as she felt an erotic sensation climb up her spine. 

"I have you my love." He choked, as the movements became frantic, wild the bed shook. His lips found her and together they came. A sizzling heat burst from her chest, and around her the room shook. Then there was darkness. 

...

Amethyst growled as she saw the woman being entered my Mikhail. That should be her writhing beneath him. Her being suckled upon, her name should be whispered from Mikhail's lips. Amethyst wanted to look away. She should not be aroused by this act, only her mate could do so, but already she felt herself become wet. 

"He is like no other isn't he my love." Said the voice of death. The angel, her mate pulled her to him, she heard the bottom of her skirt rip. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling as he entered her from behind. 

She braced herself against the wall as he took her roughly. She relished it, as his hands left bloody scores on her thighs. 

"My lord." She panted as a light engulfed the room. The angel stopped and looked. By the heavens, what a sight. He thought pushing his mate from him. Such thoughts ran through his mind that if god had heard them he would have been struck down dead. Mikhail, my love. The angel memorized the scene before him then vanished from the place. 

....

When Abigail woke she felt a large weight on her chest. She couldn't remember what had happened. Had she fainted. Blushing with embarrassment she began to shift, a hand snaked around her waist and dark blond hair brushed her skin. Dark transcendent blue eyes looked at her. 

"Mikhail, the real one is it you?" Abigail touched his cheek. He was freezing! Mikhail's wings beat the air and that's when she noticed their colour. A light blue, almost grey in colour. Mikhail pulled away from her, and suddenly she felt bereft. Mikhail walked towards the mirror inspecting his new appearance. No voices spoke in his head just his own thoughts. Vengeance rang clear, but also forgiveness. 

"Abigail." He beckoned, she was confused and unsure but still she came to him. "We are mated." He said pointing to their matching marks. 

"I am unsure as to what has happened. I am me yet no. Neither the dark nor light Mikhail are in my head. But I remember everything." "My need for you and my need for revenge. Albion is free from my wrath."

"It's true then, you are as heartless as they say, ever heard of forgiveness or letting it go?" Abigail pulled away from him and gathered the sheets from the bed trying them around her. Mikhail followed her, angry at her words. 

Had he not just told her that he would spare her people and all mortals? His anger was with his father and mother. With the very devil himself.

"Do you not understand my anger Abby? My father repressed my demon side, all that magic with no where to go, you know not the pain I endured. My mother would, to spite my father repress my angel side also causing me pain. Neither wanted the other part of me." 

Abigail walked to him slowly. Repressed magic whatever that was sounded painful, but could she let him destroy both hell and heaven. Didn't the world need both, surely the world would collapse on itself. 

"Mikhail lets us return to Kryta, to Soledad, even your home in hell. I don't want such harsh words to mar our.well wedding day, well okay maybe wedding night." 

Mikhail chuckled and kissed her passionately. The taste of her made his dizzy. They would go to Soledad, maybe just maybe he'd reconsider.



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 06



Note to readers, this chapter contains gays sex, so any of you who are awkward with that, you have been warned ;)

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Lilith snuggled closer to the warm body beside her. His blond hair stuck to his back, as perspiration continued to trickle from his skin. 

I did that, she thought merrily to herself. Her fingers ran through his feathered white wings, her black leather wings fluttered with the arousal that continued to tingle through her body. She had been without him for far too long. 

Her hand ran over the swell of her stomach, where their child moved with life. Silently she wished the babe would be a demon. 

Michael shifted in his sleep, pulling his wife into the protection of his arms. Lilith nibbled on his throat, drawing blood. He never liked for her to feed on another. And his blood was always so sweet. 

Just then the door flew open. Never in her life had Lilith been so embarrassed, it was too much of a human emotion. But to have your child enter your room as you lay naked tangled with the husband you never should have mated with was not the greatest feeling on earth.

"Mikhail has had another makeover." She said dryly quickly hiding her mortification, her snakes that lay at the foot of the bed raced over her body creating a crimson gown.

Mikhail wished someone would burn his eyes out, his father chuckled uneasily before engulfing his son in a hug. Abigail wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it. 

Michael barely looked older than Mikhail, yet there was the tender look of a father to his child. 

"I told you it would work Lilith. I told you once he found his mate the repressed magic would flow and create a pure hybrid. No more voices eh son." 

Michael made loco motions with his hand. Lilith slapped her husbands arm teasingly, and then inspected Mikhail for herself. 

"He still looks like an angel to me, but as long as he is fine. I owe you, I will stay here for another week." She sighed with resignation. 

Abigail smiled at the glint in Lilith's eye, the demon didn't seem to be upset about that prospect. 

"You mean to tell me that you knew I would be at peace once I mated? That's why you caused me that much pain?" Mikhail growled. Then blasted both his mother and father. 

The dust cleared revealing them lying five feet away. Michael laughed in earnest. 

"That's my boy." The angel and demon vanished, and the room returned to normal. 

"And I thought the Addam's family was dysfunctional." Abigail joked, but quietened when she saw the hurt look on Mikhail's face. "They were thinking of you Mikhail, you can't fault them for that."

"No? Well I disagree, they should have told me instead of me thinking they hated me." Abigail wrapped her arms around Mikhail, hoping that the small gesture would show him how much she felt for him. 

He took her hair into his hands and rubbed it against his jaw. 

"Come, I may as well introduce you and my new self to the rest of the family." 

...

They reached a large domed room, where tens upon tens of angels sat. Eating, drinking, laughing and singing they were quite rambunctious for angels and that surprised Abigail. 

She had assumed they would be gentle soft creatures, the thought caused her to blush as she remembered her time with Mikhail, there had been nothing soft about their love making. No, angels were much like humans she realised.   Jibril had been sitting at the table beside his father and his uncle when a hush fell about the room. He saw them hand in hand with nervous smiles on their faces. 

Mikhail was different somehow, a mixture of angel and demon, he was dark and light not half and half and the new look added to the pain Jibril felt in the very depths of his soul. Had Mikhail found his salvation in the arms of a human? He rose from his seat not caring that it crashed to the ground causing people to stare. He fled from the room not caring what they thought.   Lilith whispered something in Michael's ear, then also left the room. She found her nephew beneath a fountain, tears running down his cheeks. She sat beside him and picked a flower which instantly began to wither in her hands. She was after all a demon. 

"It hurts Aunt Lilith, I know you said I would find someone but it hurts." Lilith didn't know what possessed her to but she pulled the man into her arms. She had known him as a child, knowing he was destined to love her son.

"I have no words for you Jibril, in all honesty if I knew it would make my son happy I would blast the human where she stood. I think apart from your mother I have liked no other. But because Mikhail loves her dearly then I too love her dearly." 

Lilith pulled his face closer to hers so that she could search his eyes. 

"I see a future for you Jibril, I see you happy with a dark man who has love only for you." Jibril sniffled slightly allowing his aunt to pull him back into her arms. 

...

Mikhail walked to the large table that seated the king of this kingdom. His father looked at him pensively as did all those who were housed in Soledad. He felt Abigail quiver beside him, and he admitted only to himself that he too was frightened beyond reason.

"This is my wife Abigail, Queen of Albion." The angels were silent for a moment before they burst out laughing. 

"Fool of an angel has cursed himself once again." One laughed. 

"Aye, first to be born to half angel half demon, then to be married to a Queen of mortals."

"Can you imagine their children, we all saw how twisted the cursed prince was, his children will be more than deformed." And the insults continued. 

Abigail felt tears spring to her eyes. How could they be so cruel!

"I truly believe the poor Queen has been duped. Perhaps we shall return her home before the Binding fortnight begins." They burst out laughing once more. 

Abigail looked to where Michael sat, imploring him to stop their taunts and harsh words. 

"Do not waste your efforts, my love he cares not for the words that spew from these bastard's." 

The venom in Mikhail's voice scared her, but at least she understood why he acted as he did. You can only kick a dog so many times. 

"And none of you are worth the dirt that lies beneath his feet, so what does that say about you?" Abigail and Mikhail turned to where the voice had come from. 

The man was tall and built with curling black hair and leather wings that reached the back of his knees, by his side stood an equally dark man with purple wings that reached his waist. His hair was a dark blue that was longer than his wings. They stood back to back both with swords in their hands. 

The angels snarled and to Abigail their golden beauty looked warped as fangs she never knew they possessed flashed against the setting sun. The men launched forwards yelling with such ferocity the walls shook. 

"What is happening?" Abigail asked. Mikhail had a strange smile upon his lips, and laughed as an angel was slashed. 

Abigail cringed and instantly Mikhail felt her discomfort. He flapped his wings using one to shield her from the carnage. An angel snuck behind the black winged demon, Mikhail seeing this blasted him when the dust cleared there was nothing left except his ashes. Abigail felt something being pushed into her hands. 

They were her sai's, she looked up at Mikhail who had a stern look upon his face. 

"Don't get killed Abby, you haven't fulfilled an eternity by my side nor borne children for me to hold." He kissed her gently then joined the fray. 

Abigail knew what she had to do yet when ever an angel tried to attack her it rebounded of an invisible field. 

"I would not have my son's wife killed over senseless words. However the angels have never fought with him like this." Abigail swore at Michael, though silently grateful he was protecting her, angels were being wounded, many were being killed. 

Mikhail took a hit to the shoulder then the stomach. Abigail cringed wanting to go to him, yet Michael held her to him.

"They will not kill him." Michael said nonchalantly. 

Abigail did not feel the same way as another bolt sent him flying through the air. The black winged demon twirled the sword around him effortlessly stabbing at the angels which caused them to stagger away. 

"Brother." Marcus abandoned the fight to help him up, he had taken quite a beating but he knew Mikhail was a fighter. 

After all the torture their parents had put him through it would be foolish for him to die now. 

Another blast came their way but Malcolm was quick to deflect it.   Abigail choked back tears as she saw the blood pouring from his wounds, her heart and chest throbbed, as his mate she could sense his pain, like a minor discomfort. 

"Brother enough, stop them." A gentle voice said, if Abigail could be fooled again she would have thought that he was a woman, but the likeness to Jibril was too great. 

This was the husband of her father's sister, Gabriel. He stood nobly, his platinum blond hair flowed to his waist the blue silk of his shirt hugged every contour of his chest. 

But as he began to walk towards Mikhail, Abigail felt suddenly wary. Gabriel's words had distracted Michael and Abigail escaped his hold. She reached Mikhail just as another volley of psychic blasts hit him, a shield was wrapped around her. Feeling a cool touch she found herself back in her home in Albion.

...

Abigail was disorientated, who had grabbed her and where was Mikhail? As the grogginess cleared from her mind her heart began to pick speed as she was filled with anxiety. Abigail tried to pull away from the strong arms surrounding her put it pointless they were like steel.  "Shh, he's fine." The lilting voice reassured her, turning her slowly so that she could see Mikhail lying upon the bed. 

His demon brother Malcolm was covering him with a royal blue bed cloth, sweeping strands of stray hair from his face. 

This was Abigail's first good look at her brother, since he was Mikhail's triplet it was not surprising that they looked alike. But Malcolm had black hair, and leather wings unlike Mikhail who had feathered grey wings. 

Malcolm's hair was dark, curly and short, Mikhail's hair was fair, long and straight but they still had that stubborn brow and arrogant jaw. 

Malcolm turned to her and she could see the darkness of his eyes like twin onyx orbs. 

"Darius you can release her now." If she didn't know any better she could have sworn he was jealous of Darius's hold, as if he didn't want him touching anybody. 

But that didn't matter, Mikhail needed her. He was pale, his skin glistened with sweat, his body shaking as he murmured incoherent words. Abigail slipped into the bed with him, hugging him close promising him she would lay beside him and wait for him to awaken.    Malcolm took Darius's hand pulling him from the room. He was lucky to have found love with this demon, the mark over his heart itched with the knowledge that Darius was near.

"You shouldn't be so jealous of a mortal and a female. I will never leave you, I'm not like Morgan. I will not break your heart because someone comes along and offers more. It was you I chose and you who will stay by my side always." 

Darius a few inches shorter than Malcolm walked up to him and kissed him. The taste of Malcolm always set his heart racing, he felt a burning in the bottom of his gut. He could feel Malcolm's arousal against his stomach and yearned to be beneath him, letting him love him.

"We have to find a room." Malcolm breathed harshly, before dragging Darius into his arms again, flashing them into an empty drawing room. 

The two demons couldn't for the life of them remove their clothing, their need for one another was blocking out their ability to use their powers.   Malcolm released the button of his trousers as Darius did the same. Their lips still locked together, their tongues caressing one another. Darius wrapped his legs around Malcolm tilting his hips so that Malcolm had access to his opening. They both hissed as Malcolm filled Darius all the way to his hilt. 

Darius clung to Malcolm as he began his steady thrusts, they stumbled slightly and in perfect unison drifted with the use of their wings to a wall where Darius was easily supported. As Malcolm began to thrust harder ad deeper Darius sank his fangs into Malcolm's neck feeding on his sweet, red nectar. 

Malcolm growled as a mad rush of lust ran through his veins, with barley reigned excitement he bit into Darius's throat his hand trailed over the material of his doublet. Malcolm cursed silently wishing away the offending garment that kept him away from his lovers skin. 

The clothing vanished, Malcolm finished drinking then began to graze Darius's flesh with his fangs, taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand trailed to Darius's throbbing member, stroking the hard, silky organ back and forth timing them with his thrusts. 


Malcolm knew Darius would never leave him, Darius was his, and he belonged to Darius.    Darius cried out as Malcolm gave one final thrust, his breath unsteady coming out in short puffs. Plunging his hands into Malcolm's curly hair he kissed him again before nipping his bottom lip sucking at the blood he had drawn. 

"Don't doubt me again Malcolm." He said grinding himself against Malcolm who had begun to harden again. 

...

Lilith bristled with anger. Yes it was true she and Michael had never been warm towards Mikhail, she had doted on Malcolm, and Michael had doted on Misha, but because Mikhail had been both angel and demon, neither could love him. 

Beneath her anger was guilt and self loathing. She hated the fact that she treated her child like that, used him as her scapegoat, whenever she had to leave Michael, or when she and Michael fought. 

To goad each other they had repressed his powers, so that within their presence he could only take form of an angel or demon. 

Lilith paced the room glaring at any angel who glanced her way. They knew better than to annoy her when she was mad.    Michael flew into the domed hall, landing as gently as possible he walked passed his wife silently, so that she wouldn't see him.

"I know you are there." She snarled as her snakes hissed with the same anger she felt. Aurora and Nix, her twin granddaughters who had been playing by her feet looked up. 

"Grandpapa, grandmama says you are in trouble." Aurora said shaking her head with a mixture of disappointment and fear for her grandfather. 

"Uh uh, that's not true, grandmama said she would skin him alive and make us new shoes with his hide and our laces made with his intestines." Nix said, proud that she had remembered Lilith's precise words.

"Yay new shoes." Aurora and Nix began skipping around the hall, golden hair flying everywhere as they started to flap their wings, lifting into the air. 

"They are right, how could you let them attack Mikhail!" Michael flinched, he didn't want Lilith to be upset, he wanted only her happiness.

"My brother is a fool, that is why you should have mated yourself to me." Gabriel pushed his brother aside roughly, tugged Lilith into his arms and kissed her. 

Michael grabbed his older brother by the collar hauling him away from his wife. Green eyes flashing with anger. Lilith chuckled pulling Michael into her arms. 

"You always know how to make me feel better Gabriel." She smiled over Michael's shoulder as he steered her towards their chamber. Gabriel huffed flicking invisible lint from his clothes. 

"You should have gotten to her before him." Jibril said a twin by either side. 

"Yes but at the end of the day I knew that my brother loved her. I have another." He moved his shirt revealing the mark upon his chest. 

Jibril cursed. He knew his parents hadn't made a blood exchange, which was why his father had not died along with his mother and was free to find another mate. 

Somehow his mates had a tendency to disappear, Jibril pretty much knew that once his father got bored of one, they would meet an untimely end.   A demon entered the hall, dark and beautiful. Jibril felt nothing as her hips swayed from side to side. Would he ever get over Mikhail? Would no one ever look upon him with love?

"Now she's a beauty." His father growled. "But how many demons can reside here before your grandparents find out?" Gabriel laughed, which sent a shiver down Jibril's spine. 

He didn't understand but that was the feeling he always got from his father. He watched as Gabriel walked towards the dark haired female, her black and white speckled wings fluttered excitedly as Gabriel spoke to her. 



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 07



I'd like to apologise for the lateness of these stories, but at the moment I have exams and I'm using internet explorer, my morzilla fox has decided to abandon me. Anyway just so you know I Have the completed story on my computer and The werewolf and the halfling is a working progress, just like you I would like to see that story finished, so any feedback and ideas are welcome. x

It didn't take long for Mikhail to recover, and it took all of Abigail's strength and wile to stop him from returning to Soledad. They were in bed, Mikhail was looking up at her a salacious grin of his face. 

Abigail continued to move above him, relishing the pressure of his fingers tweaking her nipples, he wanted her to be as aroused as possible, he wanted to leave her stranded at the edge of ecstasy. Mikhail was entranced as she ground herself against him, small inarticulate cries filled the chamber. Sweat trickled down their bodies, they had been laying in bed for almost five day, four and a half days had been spent...getting to know one another.    In one swift motion Mikhail turned Abigail beneath him, dragging her closer, her legs rested on his shoulders. The bed shook from his strong thrusts. Abigail screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. She didn't think she could ever tire of this, being with him like this. She shook below him, Mikhail kissed her passionately letting his tongue sweep the roof of her mouth, tasting the strawberries they had eaten earlier.

Abigail slid her hands down his hard chest, her fingers brushed where they were joined, Mikhail shouted with surprise and released himself within her. Abigail giggled running her hand through Mikhail's damp hair. 

"I love you." She whispered drowsily as he pulled her towards his chest, rolling over so they lay spooned together. 

Mikhail kissed her on her shoulder, he had heard her but until he was certain they could be together he would not return the words and raise their hopes. 

...

"I take it he still wants to go home then?" Jibril asked that evening, Abigail had come to realise that apart from the fact that Jibril was in love with her husband, he was a nice person.

Without him she didn't think she would have been able to keep Mikhail by her side. 

"I know that he can't live here indefinitely, but he could at least try." Abigail played with the bread on her plate, but had no wish to eat anything. How on earth was she going to be able to keep Mikhail here?

The large oak doors that lead to the court yard swung open. A figure dressed all in black entered the room, his skin was as dark as the soil on which they walked upon and his coarse black hair was braided into small plaits. 

In Abigail's world he would have been labelled an African-American, but she didn't know the term of her mother's people in Albion. The guards surrounded him as he drew out a broadsword, green eyes flashed with amusement. 

Abigail rose from her chair noting Jibril's reluctance to do the same, his eyes were fastened on the stranger and when Abigail cleared her throat he blushed profoundly. 

"Who are you?" She asked, the stranger bowed sarcastically letting out an ear piercing whistle. 

From nowhere tens upon tens of men dressed like him burst into the room. Archers aimed their bows at Abigail, swordsmen pointed their weapons at ever person in the hall. Even the castle's guards were outnumbered. 

Jibril drew out his own sword and stood in front of Abigail, it touched her greatly that her cousin was trying to protect her. 

"I will not ask again, who are you?" Abigail didn't care if she was facing death, no one got away with tormenting her people. 

"Lucian Raven, Prince of Ravenia. But don't worry my Queen, we only want Prince Mikhail." 

"And what Lucian do you want with me?" Abigail gasped as Mikhail entered the room; his skin still held some pallor, and his gait was slow. Lucian sighed with relief.

"You are safe." Mikhail watched the man warily before pulling him into a bear hug. 

"Yes, yes I am."

...    Jibril was confused, first of all Lucian had threatened the life of Mikhail's wife, now they were sitting around a table reminiscing about a long friendship. 

Jibril felt the first stabs of jealousy, but for the first time it was caused by Mikhail, he was jealous because Mikhail had the right to talk and converse with this dark beauty. 

He looked at Abigail who watched with rapture as they retold a story, apparently it was the two of them against an army of angry Spartans. 

"So you are not a mortal?" she asked. Lucian laughed, tugging his shirt collar down. 

Jibril bit the inside of his cheek as he saw Lucian's muscular build. The shirt fell to the floor, showing silver wings, darker in some places, lighter in some. 

"My people are one with nature, and are gifted with the wings of eagles. Mikhail was the first angel I ever saw, and instantly we became friends." His face suddenly turned stern. 

"This is why I am here, I was propositioned by a cloaked figure he wanted to pay a handsome fee for your capture." Jibril and Abigail both gasped with shock, however Mikhail didn't appear very surprised. 

"I thought as much, I've known for awhile someone wanted me dead. It was my mission to find them before king Jericho sent for me to guard Abigail." 

"I didn't know this." Jibril spoke for the first time. 

Lucian looked up at the beautiful male angel, and was grateful his skin was as dark as it was, for a blush filled his cheeks. He had seen Jibril once before, and since then he had been enraptured. 

A day didn't go by when he hadn't thought about the golden haired angel, and now with him being so close he just wanted to wrap Jibril's blond strands of silk around his hand and inhale his scent. 

"Yes I knew, but that was sometime ago, and I assumed since I have so many enemies this one had forgotten me. Then there was the attack in Soledad, the angels have never fought me like that before." 

Abigail fisted her hands, all these years and Mikhail had endured a lot of pain, more and more reason for him to stay by her side. Abigail got up from her seat and sat on Mikhail's lap, cupping his face she kissed him. 

"I won't let them hurt you Mikhail." She hugged him close not wanting to let him go.

Jibril excused himself as did Lucian, they walked down the hallway in silence. Without warning Lucian grabbed Jibril's hand, pulled him harshly against his chest and kissed him. 

Jibril was startled, the foreign taste of something sweet and spicy addled his senses, the wonderful pressure from Lucian's palms on his back forced Jibril to press closer to him, Jibril could feel his arousal pressing precariously against his as they both stood roughly at the same height, Jibril being an inch or two shorter than Lucian. 

There was a cough and the two sprang apart, Jibril breathed heavily before slapping Lucian across the face and launching himself from an open window his wings glittering in the fading sun.  Misha had watched the exchange between her cousin and the Ravenian with great interest, it would appear that Jibril was content with a new love interest. 

"You would know to treat Jibril well." Lucian knew Misha well and if any other woman had threatened him so he may have laughed it off, but Misha was a powerful warrior, an Amazon in her own right. 

Misha walked along side Lucian, she hadn't seen the prince for a long time, two hundred years if she recalled and she knew him to be a great man, kind and funny. 

But Jibril was her flesh and blood, no matter how misunderstood he was she loved him. 

"I would not want to fear your wrath, and I would not hurt Jibril. I have yearned for him for too long to be callous." Misha didn't hide her surprise, the fierce Lucian had never spoken words such as these before. 

"Then I wish you every bit of luck in pursuing my cousin."   ...

Aurora stood upon the side of the fountain, her uncle sat on the floor picking flowers along with Nix. Aurora smiled as she finished one long braid, a shadow fell over the threesome and they looked up to see a smiling Lucian. 

Jibril growled, placing the flowered crown upon Nix's head, carefully he got up so that Aurora could fly beside him and continue plaiting his hair. 

"They are quite beautiful." Lucian said, as Nix flew beside her sister placing an identical wreath of flowers on her blonde head. 

"My cousin produces beautiful children." He said, walking as fast as he could, whilst two six year olds anchored themselves to his head. 

To his annoyance Lucian walked beside him. Under long eyelashes Jibril noticed the darkness of his skin, and how flawless it was. His hair was almost as long as his and he found that mesmerizing, a strong need to bury his hands in it caught him by surprise, he banished the thought quickly from his mind. 

"We are going to the corral Lucian, I'm sure you are more comfortable in the strategy room. I know Mikhail is there now planning to find that hooded man." Lucian loved hearing his name on Jibril's lips. 

Would it be so unseemly as to kiss him here, in front of the young cherubs? 

"No I'm sure the prince can last a few hours without me." Lucian chuckled. 

"Come on Uncle Jibril, the horses and Peter are waiting." Aurora called. 

Jibril didn't even realise they had stopped walking. He hurried after the young girls, Lucian right behind him. 

...

"My poor angels are tired." Hamlet held both sleeping girls in each arm, snuggling closer to their father. Peter yawned barely able to keep his eyes open. 

"But thank you Jibril, you are always good with them."

"It was nothing, I am glad to be rid of them." He snarled turning away bumping into Lucian, strong arms held him disallowing him room to move. 

"That would be believable if your hair wasn't still braided, and you didn't have a crown of poppies on your head." Hamlet laughingly agreed with Lucian's comment then left to take the girls to their chamber. 

The hall was all but empty, and no one seemed to be paying attention to the angel or the Ravenian. Jibril quivered as Lucian's breath fanned his cheek. 

Was he going to kiss him? All day he had thought he would, the time he had fallen from his horse and Lucian had gathered him in his arms, or when Peter and the twins had pushed them together forcing the two to fall upon the floor, Jibril laying between Lucian legs. 

The thought brought a blush to Jibril's face, wrenching himself from Lucian's grip he made to slap his face, instead Lucian grabbed his wrist and held it above his head, he did the same to other as Jibril tried to slap him again, with his hands being held he couldn't stop Lucian as he kissed him. 

Shutting his eyes he could have sworn he saw stars, Lucian explored Jibril's mouth, taking time to caress his tongue. Lucian pulled away mischief sparkling in his emerald eyes.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't hit me." Lucian ducked his head and kissed Jibril again.   Abigail stood with Mikhail in the shadows, watching Jibril in Lucian's arms. She felt Mikhail tense beside her. Looking up at his face she was surprised to see him angry. 

"That whoreson better get his hands of my cousin." Mikhail snarled, about to reveal their hiding place and pummel his friend into a pulp. 

Abigail held him fast, anger in her eyes.

"Are you jealous?" She asked between clenched teeth, Mikhail tucked her hair behind her ear and nuzzled her neck.

"No, I am happy Jibril has found someone, just not a promiscuous Casanova like Lucian, I want Jibril to find love and be as content as I am." 

Abigail was relieved, cupping his cheek she kissed him, letting him tug at her skirts, the coolness caused goose bumps to travel along her thighs. 

Somehow Mikhail was carrying her into the air, their clothing dissolving from their bodies. They groaned in unison as she wrapped his legs around him and he entered her. An intense heat over came them, and she felt a solidness behind her. 

They made love with her eyes fully shut, letting her senses feel his hands on her skin, the pressure from his thrusts. Her orgasm came quickly, she froze, her fingers clutching at Mikhail's shoulders, during her second orgasm she felt him shudder beneath her releasing warmth within her womb. Mikhail folded her in his arms, dragging the covers over them. 

...   Abigail opened her eyes slowly, Mikhail's grip on her tightened slightly but he was still asleep. She got up, grateful that there were clothes in this room. Blood red drapes covered the windows, pictures dictating a battle between an angel and demon hung on the black walls. 

Abigail was surprised to find a night gown, it was red and silky, with her name embroidered in gold. Abigail put on some slippers and pulled the curtain back slightly. 

Her breath caught in her throat. So this was hell, geysers of fire erupted a few meters from the window, canyons with rising steam could be seen a distance away, however the scent of sulphur was nonexistent. 

Careful not to wake Mikhail she opened the door and left. The palace reminded her very much of the one in Soledad, she walked through the arch and was welcomed with the site of writhing bodies and lust filled grunts. 

A blush rose in her face, she tried her best not to stare but this was the strangest thing she had seen. She didn't feel any burning excitement what so ever and she guessed that was due to the fact that she was mated. 

So the embarrassment soon wore off. She saw her mother breaking fast and made her way over. 

...   Lilith looked up and smiled, she wondered how long it would be for her daughter to visit. It hit her that although Abigail was not the most beautiful creature on earth, far too plain to be the wife on an angel there was an exotic aura about her. 

Lilith turned at something a demon said beside her, next she heard a shriek. Two unmated male demons had spotted Abigail, and they were trying to tear her clothes off. Lilith flew towards them, her snakes hissing in outrage. 

Abigail pushed them away as hard as she could but they were unrelenting. She heard the material rip, then they were there no longer. Lilith pulled her sword out of the gut of one of the demons, she brandished it at the second. 

The torn material formed back together and Abigail was grateful her mother had been there. 

"Anyone who dares touch my son's mate will feel my wrath!" She yelled, the fornicating demons paused then shouted their agreement before going back to their 'business'. 

By the time Mikhail joined them they had decided he was not to know about the events that had transpired, they didn't want a repeat of what had happened in Soledad.  

...  Mikhail winced as Abigail's grip on his hand tightened. They were going to see his grandfather and she was anxious, he could understand that, but did she really need to dig her heels into the ground like that? 

"It is quite alright, he's pretty harmless." 

Mikhail had barley finished saying these words when the double steel doors blasted off their hinges, a lifeless demon flew into the sky exploding before it touched the ground. Abigail almost hurled as entrails and organs scattered the hallway. 

"Next time when I want a milkshake, I want it cold!" Yelled the gruff voice. Lucifer snarled as a timid knock sounded on what was left of the door. 

"Come, come!" He was not known for his patience and once he saw Mikhail he snarled. 

"There you are you rotten child. Three hundred years since you last visited me! Three hundred years!" He roared, blasting Mikhail with a red beam. 

Mikhail tried to fly away, pushing Abigail out of the way. Lucifer didn't look a day over thirty with midnight black hair tied at his nape. Red eyes burnt with teasing anger.

Conjuring a sword he ran towards Mikhail. Abigail only had one chance to do this right. She concentrated on her own weapons and the sai's appeared in her hands. 

"Leave him alone!" She stood over Mikhail, her anger paramount. 

What was it with his family that caused them to try and kill him? Lucifer paused, the sword clattered to the ground as he picked Abigail and twirled her in the air, she shrieked in protest and was relieved when he put her done. Laughing Lucifer helped Mikhail up, giving his grandson a gruff hug. 

"What a great mate you have Mikhail." Lucifer looked at Abigail and grinned. Yes she was the perfect mate for his grandson, with her at his back he would forever be protected. 

...

Abigail smiled at the man, relieved to find that he didn't mean her or Mikhail any real harm. He took them out to the pasture, where dragons roamed, carefully he listened to what Mikhail had to say about the attempts on his life. 

"There is a chamber here, a great monster is held within. Anyone who is able to open it can control her. It would appear someone has found out about this portal and realised it is your blood and death that will open it." Mikhail and Abigail stared at Lucifer their jaws hung open. 

"Careful you'll catch flies." A red speckled dragon purred as Lucifer stroked its muzzle. 

"I don't understand." 

"Of course not, if your bastard father had left you here I could have told you many things."

"Yes well, that didn't happen. Tell me of this monster." Abigail took hold of Mikhail's hand as his grandfather began to speak.

"Think of her as a genie, whoever releases her will be granted three wishes. One of those could be used to control her and seeing as her powers are infinite we realised she couldn't be allowed to live, it was sort of her idea to be imprisoned and when the blood of an angel and demon hybrid flows over the seal, once his soul is released, she rises."

"But there are loads of hybrids." Abigail said. Lucifer's brow furrowed in anger.

"Yes, well that idiot Alaric shouldn't be trusted with enchantments." Mikhail hissed, almost hitting his grandfather. 

"Do not talk about grandpa like that, he is the Creator." Lucifer snorted, still angry at his treatment dealt by Alaric. 

"Well he aint no Merlin, damn fool couldn't conjure a ball of fluff. Suffice to say it was your grandpa's doing that caused the monster to need your blood."

"Thank you grandfather, you have been most helpful. Any chance you will tell me who this monster is?" 

For once the teasing in Lucifer's eyes vanished. He became sombre, his eyes lost their fiery flames. He shook his head. Soon the two left and he watched them leave with a heavy heart. 

"You will meet her soon enough, my boy."



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 08



Today was the last day Mikhail would be here, their two week Binding ritual was coming to an end. When Abigail had first heard about the two weeks of constant need she had been shocked and just a little disbelieving but it was true.

Gradually over the two weeks, any time she was without Mikhail proved to be sexually impossible. Ten minutes without his presence caused her to yearn for him and no amount of masturbation could release her pent up lust. 

Only Mikhail could do that. After tomorrow the need would abate but they would have to see each other every week if they hoped to release any...tension. 

At the moment she was spread across the library table, her skirts hitched to her hips and her corset untied. She grabbed fistfuls of blond hair as Mikhail entered her again, grinding his hips he pulled out until only the tip of him was in her. 

"Now." She moaned, the candlestick fell to the ground as he complied. All around them books, and sheaf's of paper were strewn on the floor, nail indentations on the table. Abigail's giggle soon turned into a groan as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, the slight stubble growing on his face grazed her skin sending a shiver through her entire body.   Mikhail wanted more of her, this wasn't enough. They had been at it for almost three hours, he couldn't possibly leave Kryta if he had a raging hard on. A chair skittered towards him, he pulled away from her breast taking her with him as he sat on the chair. Abigail leant back so that her top half was lying on the table, Mikhail's penetrations were becoming stronger and more forceful and in that moment she thought she would die. 

Simultaneously they both froze, she clamped her thighs tighter around him as he pulled her to his chest. He nipped her lips before she opened them for him. Now his thrusts were short, hard and quick as he spent himself within her, his tongue mimicking the motion within her mouth. 

"Mikhail!" She shouted he watched in awe as her face contorted with pure bliss.   They panted, Abigail's face pressed against his chest. He was still in her, throbbing gently. At some point she would have to get off him, while she still could. Mikhail pouted as she untangled her self from him, all he wanted to do was to take her again he reached for her but she danced out of his hands. 

"Uh, uh since you're so hell bent on going and the Binding is just about finished I don't see the point in putting up with you." Her laughing eyes belied her stern words. 

Mikhail growled and launched himself at her, his wings keeping him afloat in the air. Clothes materialized on his body as he grabbed her. 

Abigail shrieked with laughter as the large windows facing the courtyard opened. Mikhail carried her in his arms as they flew over the town, settling her before a boutique.

"And why, may I ask are we here?" Mikhail, chuckled and tapped his nose. Abigail hated surprises, but followed Mikhail into the shop anyway. Gowns of ivory and white lined the walls, and it wasn't until she saw the small display of rings that she realised what this was.

"A wedding shop." She hissed, the woman at the counter smiled producing an ornate velvet covered box. 

Mikhail picked up the box and presented it to Abigail, she noticed the uncertain look in his eyes as she opened it. Abigail didn't know what she was expecting but it sure wasn't this. 

Inside was a platinum crown, with three strands of metal intertwined. Three orbs were placed evenly on the band, and they shimmered with different shades of blue. 

A platinum ring sat in the middle of the crown with engravings in a language she was barely familiar with: Latin. She took the ring out and placed it on the finger of her left hand. Mikhail took out the crown and placed it on her head. 

"So that everyone will know that not only are you Queen Abigail of Kryta , but also Princess Abigail of Soledad." Abigail could feel her eyes misting over as Mikhail placed the gentlest of kisses upon her lips. 

Abigail leaned into it, her tongue sweeping his mouth a sudden burning within her told her that kissing Mikhail in public wasn't the best of ideas. 

She felt his erection against her stomach, his hands tightened around her it was if nothing existed but him and her. There was a polite cough, and although the spell wasn't broken, they both knew they had to leave. 

After twenty minutes Mikhail was carrying numerous boxes, so there was no way they could fly back to the palace. Abigail didn't mind, it gave her time to talk to her people and enjoy Mikhail's company. 

"I see she has you wound around her little finger." Malcolm laughed as he saw them walking past the gate. 

Jonas gave a sign of warning with the shake of his head but it was too late.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Misha asked, her hands on her hips anger sparking in her eyes. 

Jonas knew that when his wife was angry there was no placating her, with a twin in each hand he made a run for it. Mikhail wished he could follow suit, but he couldn't go and leave his brother to be ranted at. 

"Nothing, it was just a joke." Misha gave her brother one hard look before turning her angry gaze to her brother.

"You should be grateful Mikhail, to have a someone in your life is a great gift. You should do what ever is in your power to keep her." Then she turned around and stomped away. 

"What's her problem?" Mikhail asked as all three of them made their way to the castle. 

"Grandmother is here." Malcolm sighed.

...

Eden Alaric watched with eyes of gold as her grandsons entered the main hall, Malcolm as ever was brooding, and Mikhail well the thoughts running in that boys head was enough to make a whore blush. 

His wife Abigail seemed to be having similar thoughts so she concentrated solely on her granddaughter Misha.

"Now tell me Misha how is this human working out?" Misha cringed, trying her hardest to block her grandmother from her mind. Of course that wouldn't work. 

"I really don't understand your prejudice granny, you made humans, and angels so why cant the two be together?" 

"Just because." Eden huffed. She didn't really have a major problem with human and angels forming a union. It was when an angel and demon formed a union that annoyed the hell out of her. 

Very few angels dared to mix with demons, she was glad her oldest son had listened to her, unlike Michael who had jumped in bed with the first female he had seen, and look what happened there. 

Misha continued to glower at Eden, as her thoughts assailed her. 

"There was nothing ever wrong with Mikhail, just because he looks different doesn't mean he's defective. You are forgetting that Malcolm and I are also hybrids."

"Well you wouldn't know it unless you told the whole world." Eden hissed. Misha threw her hands up in resignation. There was no way her grandmother was going to listen to reason.

"Fine, let's move on. What's grandpapa's newest excuse for not being here?" 

Misha thought she saw her grandmother flinch, and her face crumble. But within a blink in an eye she smiled.

"Creating another race." Misha rolled her eyes she wasn't in the mood to get into another argument with her grandmother. 

"Fine lie to me." She grumbled, walking away. Eden shook herself, it shouldn't have taken her that long to make up an excuse for Alaric's disappearance, but in all honesty she didn't know how to tell her children and grandchildren that he was dead. 

He had been dead for almost two hundred years. But the inscription upon her chest still tingled with the thought of him. It would forever, because she vowed never to fall in love again. 

Plus every once in a while she was able to transgress into the plane of the dead and when she did, whoa mamma was the sex good.   Mikhail caught his grandmother's lusty smile and cringed. Just because the woman looked like she should be modelling for vogue didn't mean he should witness her fantasising about his grandpa. 

The bags in his hands vanished as Eden walked towards them. Malcolm excused himself, he had already endured their grandmother's drivel.

Mikhail was on a limb here, he already knew how his grandmother felt about mortals and angels, and he wasn't in the mood for her crap. All he wanted to do was take Abigail to bed. Eden knocked Mikhail on the head. 

"I heard that." Her golden gaze then turned to Abigail who was fidgeting by his side. 

"You are Abigail." Eden stated. Abigail nodded. Once again shocked by the appearance of Mikhail's grandmother. 

If anything she barely looked a day over twenty one. With L'Oreal shiny brunette hair that rippled down her tanned shoulders. Her slender build was envious, and her eyes were the colour of liquid gold. 

"You must be the first human I actually like." Eden finally said. Mikhail let out the breath he didn't even know he had been holding. He had his grandmother's approval. 

Hearing his name being called her left Abigail with Eden. There was a long uncomfortable silence in which Eden continued to assess her. Abigail was just about to excuse herself when she saw something black flicker in her eyes. 

"You cant save him, no one can." She whispered to Abigail before whirling around. "Guards to the library!" She shouted, bronze wings burst from her back and with a shimmer of gold she vanished. 

...

Mikhail listened to what Jibril had to say. He had been surprised when his cousin had summoned him into the library and even more so when Lucian entered the room also. 

"I'm thinking of leaving." Jibril said. Mikhail was shocked. Jibril had always seemed content here, and no matter what Mikhail had loved him although they had grown slightly distanced after he and Abigail had been mated. 

"Was it something I did, or something someone said. Tell me and I'll kill them." Mikhail growled, meaning every word he spoke. Jibril smiled shyly his eyes flickered to Lucian. 

"Someone did say something, nothing bad." Jibril quickly reassured him. It was then Lucian got up from his seat and placed a hand around Jibril's waist. 

"I want to marry Jibril." Mikhail couldn't have been more shocked if a hippo gave him a lap dance. Lucian wanted to settle down. He looked into his friends eyes and saw only the truth and love. 

Jibril nodded a guilty look on his face. Mikhail swore under his breath, cupping Jibril's face he gave him a slight kiss on his lips.

"Be happy little cousin and if he hurts you I'll skin him." Jibril's face shone with joy. After a quick chat the two men left the room. 

It was then that Mikhail felt a cold presence, which usually meant the arrival of a demon. He turned to Amethyst standing before him. 

"Forgive me." She wept, tears of blood trickling down her pale cheeks.    ...

Mikhail found himself in hell, well no surprises there. Who he didn't expect to see was his uncle. Gabriel was sprawled languidly on a bed of black silk. He smiled as he caught Mikhail's shocked expression.

"Leave us!" He shouted, Amethyst cringed before vanishing from the room. Mikhail tried moving his hand to brush his hair away from his face, but found out that he couldn't. 

"Sorry but I must take the necessary precautions." Gabriel arose from the bed, like a lethargic cat watching a bird with a broken wing. 

If he could Mikhail would have fled. But he couldn't. He used to dismiss his siblings uneasiness around Uncle Gabriel, but now he realised they had a reason to fear him. 

Mikhail wanted very much to jerk away from his uncle's touch but it was pointless. Gabriel tucked the strand of hair behind his ear, then proceeded to run his fingers along Mikhail's face. 

He leant forwards and captured Mikhail's lips with his own. Mikhail felt disgusted, not only with the fact of what his uncle was doing but also because he couldn't stop him. Clenching his teeth and lips together he laughed to himself as his uncle became irritated. 

Gabriel cupped his face and began to squeeze his jaw until his mouth opened with the pain. Gabriel swooped in and began to kiss him again, suckling on his tongue tasting the forbidden fruit that was Mikhail. Gabriel's grip loosened and Mikhail bit him sharply. 

"You son of a bitch!" Gabriel roared slapping Mikhail so hard the sound filled the room. Yet the hold Gabriel had on Mikhail was still strong, he couldn't duck as Gabriel punched him in the face, a force dragged Mikhail upwards to receive a high kick to the gut. 

"I will taste you before I kill you!" Gabriel snarled. To his complete and utter shock he felt his uncle's arousal as he began to strip him. 

"How...how can that be?" Mikhail croaked as Gabriel took his nipple into his mouth. Mikhail felt nothing, and he knew that if Gabriel had his way the act would be eructating. 

"It's always been you Mikhail. Why do you think Lena died and so many others? I couldn't stay untrue to you." 

Mikhail felt nauseous, Gabriel had killed Princess Lena, Jibril's mother because of him? Gabriel picked Mikhail up tying his wrist to the head board.

"Don't know if I can keep rein on my powers once I am inside you." He chuckled. 

Mikhail's eyes widened as he caught sight of Gabriel's size. Shutting his eyes he prayed to Alaric the Creator. He prayed as Gabriel pushed his legs apart, sliding his cock along Mikhail's, feeling the evidence of Gabriel's excitement. 

Suddenly Gabriel was gone, the ties around his wrist broke away. Quickly he conjured clothes on his body, before looking for his saviour. 

Although Gabriel was unconscious Malcolm continued to pummel him with punches as Lucian looked on with a stoned face expression. 

"Malcolm enough." Mikhail said laying a hand on his brother's shoulder. 

Malcolm snarled laying one more punch to his face. His knuckles were bloody, and if Gabriel had been a mortal man he would have been dead, unfortunately it didn't work that way for immortals. Malcolm pulled his brother into a hug, tears of red staining his shirt. 

"If we hadn't come sooner..."

"But you did, both of you did and I thank Alaric that you did." Mikhail removed himself from his brothers embrace. "Just don't mention this to Abigail." 

"Don't mention what?" Abigail asked. 



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 09



Mikhail was grateful Lucian had the sense to conjure clothes on Gabriel. The mussed bed sheets would be hard enough to explain. 

"Nothing, just that there is no way of getting out of here." Malcolm supplied as they left Gabriel chambers. 

Locking it from the outside, hopefully to buy them some time. Mikhail didn't understand why all these people were here. His mother and father, Eden, Darius and Jibril. 

"Well the cavalry is here." Darius said, trying to ease the tension. 

"Yeah it just sucks that we can't zap ourselves out of here." Abigail sighed. 

Mikhail noticed that she had changed from her royal gown, to a tank top and jogging bottoms. Where she had gotten them from he did not know. Not that it really mattered there were more pressing issues at hand. 

"I think our main plan should be how to stop Gabriel, running will solve nothing." Michael looked at his mother meaningfully, but she just hummed to herself. "Mother." He growled. 

"You know I can't interfere." She said, everyone sighed in annoyance. "But seeing as I can all hear your thoughts, I can supply the dry comments and powerful blasts." 

Eden laid her eyes on Mikhail who continued to shift uncomfortably, he flinched as Abigail touched him. My poor, poor darling. She thought. 

"What if we go see my father?" Lilith asked. Seeing as they were stuck here until Gabriel woke up they didn't have much to lose. 

...   Abigail tried for the tenth time to talk to Mikhail but he continued ignore her or when she tried to touch him he would cringe. She couldn't understand it. 

Just this morning he had been all over her, been so happy and now, Gabriel must have done something in that room. 

She tried to remember what she saw. Gabriel had been lying a few feet from the bed, he had been naked before but Lucian had put clothes on him...Abigail gasped, causing everyone to stop walking. Mikhail didn't even look at her. 

"Everything ok?" Eden asked sharply, she knew. Her eyes told her to be quite. Abigail struggled with this bit of news. Had Gabriel raped Mikhail, it would explain why he was flinching from her. 

But she would never hurt him, never. She had to tell him. Lilith opened the repaired doors that led to Lucifer's chamber. Abigail lagged behind yanking on Mikhail's arm whilst everyone entered the room. He tried to pull away from her, but when angry Abby was strong.

"What's wrong?" Mikhail asked, ignoring her soft touch, ignoring the heat that ran through his body. 

He couldn't touch her, he had no right. He still smelt of Gabriel, could still feel his touch. His own body was filthy and Abigail was better off not touching him again. 

"I know Mikhail, I know what happened. You stupid men thought I couldn't sneak into the room but I did. I saw him naked, I saw you scared." Tears began to run down her face at this point. 

"And do you now what hurts most?"

"That I let it happen, that you are with me until the day you die?" Mikhail said morosely. 

Abigail bit back the urge to hit him. She could see Gabriel had already beaten her to it, but for the wrong reasons. 

"No, what I hate is that you think I'd love you less. That I wouldn't want you to touch me, or that you wouldn't except my touch." By this time they were both crying. 

Mikhail pulled her to him and kissed her, softly, uncertainly. Abigail moaned and run her fingers through his hair. 

"I love you Mikhail, no matter what happens." 

...

Gabriel groaned as he came awake. Amethyst had a wet towel in her hand, and she was cleaning his wounds. 

After the Binding ceremony all lust for her had fled, and her touch made him squirm. Mikhail was gone, his bastard brother had found them before he could finish. 

Could he postpone killing Mikhail long enough to taste him. Amethyst rung the towel and placed it on a sore spot. Gabriel flinched. She froze. With a simple flick of the hand she caught on fire. 

"No!" She gave a bloodcurdling scream, as the flames consumed her. All that remained was a brittle black skeleton. 

If he opened the portal and released the demon, he could wish for Mikhail's resurrection and wish for his obedience. His cock twitched with the thought. Gabriel laughed. God it felt good to be bad. 

...

"The portal, father where is it?" Lilith asked, her hands on her hips flames flickering in her eyes. 

Lucifer cringed under his daughters rage, Michael felt sorry for him he knew exactly how he felt. 

"You are standing on it." The group looked down and saw the interlocking designs on the floor. Words written in an ancient language seemed to stand out when they hadn't been noticed before. 

"Where are Abigail and Mikhail?" Jibril asked. 

...  Abigail didn't mind being bared for the world and his dog to see. Not when she was pressed firmly against Mikhail. She had never known she was this flexible, he was holding her leg up as he entered her over and over again, his fingers toyed with the black curls at the juncture of her thighs, massaging her engorged clit. 

Abigail moaned, unsure how long it would be before she collapsed. Mikhail pulled from her quickly, then pushed her up against the wall one leg wrapped around him as his plunges became harder and deeper. 

"God Mikhail!" She hissed as she came, Mikhail soon followed. 

They were rosy cheeked and laughing when they returned to Lucifer's chamber. Not surprisingly everyone had been worried about there where abouts. 

Except Lucian and Malcolm who had begun to think Mikhail would be forever damaged by Gabriel's attack. There came an intense booming, like drums being hit, the walls shook and everyone stumbled slightly. 

"I was wondering when that bastard would wake up." Jibril snarled. Lucian wrapped his arms around him and whispered something in his ear. 

Mikhail felt exactly the same way. The door burst open, where a legion of hybrids stood. With a blinding clarity Mikhail realised what Gabriel had done. Yes he felt arousal for Mikhail when mated. That didn't mean he could not procreate with his mates. Mikhail got that sick feeling again, but only for a split second before the fight ensued.   Abigail conjured the sai's just in time to plunge one into the heart of a hybrid. Just as she had killed one another took its place. 

"How many kids do you think your dad has?" She yelled towards Jibril, who had shot one of his siblings with an arrow.

"Lets just say he had one mate per year, my mother lived off my fathers blood." He kicked another hybrid away, throwing a dagger at one that had been just to attack her from behind. She bent her head in thanks. 

"Since she lived of his blood she lived a little longer, unlike a blood ritual that ties the two together in which the couple live together for eternity. My uncle, your father wanted to live as long as my mother, so he drank Mikhail's blood. My mother died eight hundred years ago." 

Abigail gasped as the doors were torn apart by another swarm of demons. Malcolm covered Darius who did the same. These bastards just kept on coming, and Malcolm was glad he chose a male for a mate, there weren't any dangers of this happening to them. 

"And you wanted to adopt a kid." Malcolm snarled cutting the head of the hybrid.

Darius grabbed his arm and pulled tightly against him, they twirled decapitating the hybrids as they spun. 

"Not with the intention, so that they become killing machines." Darius kissed Malcolm before releasing him. 

Malcolm growled, great now he had a hard on damn Darius, when they were done he was so going to get punished. With that thought he sought out Mikhail, who thankfully was holding his own, Lucian at his back. 

"Doesn't this remind you of the good old days?" Lucian threw two throwing stars at a female hybrid. 

"Oh yeah I remember, what with you getting caught in bed with a kings daughter."

"What!" Jibril yelled appearing out of nowhere. Lucian gulped quick to retrieve his weapons. 

"I'll leave you two, to it." Mikhail smiled flying to Abigail's sighed. She grinned at him as she plunged her sai into the neck of a hybrid. 

"Aren't you glad we spent all that time training?" He asked his sword morphed into an arrow, which he used to kill ten hybrids in a row. 

"Like I said don't hold it like that, we would like to have kids one day." He moved the blade of her weapon away from his private area. 

A tremor went through the room. Mikhail heard the hybrids scream in agony. For a moment he felt remorse as their bodies disintegrated, they were his cousins after all. 

It was nice to see his grandparents working together, their combined powers were effective, just not enough as another swarm of hybrids entered the chamber.

"When's Raid when you need it?" Abigail muttered as she threw one of her weapons as a half-breed launched at her. 

Mikhail had to protect Abigail at all costs he knew that, he kept the thought to himself as he continued to fight by her side. If he could pinpoint a safe location for her he could send her there. 

He launched into the air and pelted the enemies with arrows. A blur of white caught his eye, he was too slow in recognising it, as Gabriel caught him around the waist and hurtled him down to the floor. Every bone in his body felt like it had broken but he knew it wasn't so, he didn't have time to be lazy. 

He got up searching for his uncle but couldn't see him anywhere. A telekinetic wave went through the room, but this time it was caused by Gabriel. No one disintegrated, but those who weren't his children were flung against the walls. He heard a curse that went along the lines of. 

"Why haven't I got powers like that?" Mikhail grinned to himself as he heard his fathers whine.   He found Abigail rubbing the back of her head, and that's when he knew her time was up. The location he had chosen wasn't great, but it was far away enough to keep her from trouble. 

He gazed into her moss green eyes and smiled. He hoped, no begged that he wouldn't be taken away from her on this day, he leant forward and kissed her, savouring her taste, mesmerising it in case he never saw her again. 

"I..." Damn why wouldn't the words come out, but he knew. 

By saying them it was like signing his death warrant. It felt like a farewell, not an 'I'll see you in five minutes' goodbye. 

"I want you to be safe." With a surprised yelp she vanished. Mikhail stood up RAW power crackled over him as he caught sight of Gabriel. 

It would end here. With an angry yell he rushed him knocking him ten feet into the air, as quick as lighting he flew to Gabriel just before he hit the ground stabbing and slashing as his arm. Gabriel hissed, throwing a ball of fire at Mikhail, it singed his wing and he was sent plummeting to the ground. 

Mikhail groaned. He was getting to old for this kind of shit. Before he could even get up Gabriel grabbed him by the hair and nibbled his throat.

"Once I have the demon under my control, you will be mine." He flicked Mikhail's earlobe with his tongue, as his knee connected with his back.

Mikhail bit his lips as pain radiated through him, kicking Gabriel away he scrambled for his sword just as another ball of fire hit him. He could feel the blood coating his arm as it lay lifeless at his side. 

...   Darius beheaded another hybrid. He ran to where Malcolm had buckled, his leg obviously broken. Darius pulled him up against him parrying with a black haired demon. 

Lilith sent bolts of electricity at the demons that had been surrounded them. She flew to her son and ran a hand over the broken leg. Instantly it healed its self. 

"Thanks, Lilith." Darius said hoisting Malcolm up. The pain left his face and he smiled. 

"Cheers mum." He kissed her on the cheek before joining the fray. Darius and Lilith both rolled their eyes. A shudder went through the room, evaporating most of the hybrids. 

Lucifer cringed as more of Mikhail's blood coated the vaults door. 

"Eden, we have to help them." He looked at her, but she just shook her head. As the head forces of good and evil, they knew the outcome of this fight, they could not interfere with destiny. 

"You know we cannot." Eden cringed as Gabriel stabbed Mikhail in the side, the boy never gave up as he twirled his sword blocking Gabriel's next attack. 

...

"You know it is wrong to have these feeling for me." Mikhail pushed Gabriel away, sidestepping his next attack.

"When I am god, I will decide what is wrong or right." Gabriel smirked, grabbing Mikhail's arm and kissing him harshly his fangs penetrating his flesh. 

Mikhail laid his hand on Gabriel's stomach and blasted him away. He could barely stand and he welcomed the small reprieve. 

He staggered forward as Gabriel came towards him but all the energy had left him, he could barely lift his sword as Gabriel placed a kick to his gut. 

Mikhail was sent flying landing upon he centre of the vault. Darius sent an arrow aimed at Gabriel, but it disintegrated mere inches from his head. 

Michael tried knocking his older brother down but there was a shield around him. All attacks were futile, and the group could feel their powers being drained. 

"The more blood Mikhail loses from Gabriel's attack, the more powerful Gabriel becomes." Lucifer said holding Lilith back. "There is nothing we can do." Lilith snarled. 

"I love you Mikhail!" She yelled. Mikhail through swollen eyes looked at his mother and smiled, it was the first time she had ever said that to him. 

"And I love you." Gabriel said, a sword in his hand, aimed for Mikhail's heart. 

Just then there was a sizzle in the air, and Abigail was hovering over Mikhail. Mikhail's eyes widened in shock, as did Gabriel, with the distraction the group sent volleys of psychic energy. 

"What...what are you doing here?" He whispered, the pain in his side became excruciating, and he knew he didn't have long.

"I came back, you didn't think I would leave you? Did you?" Abigail had been angry, but seeing Mikhail like this tore through her. 

Blood stained his lips as he coughed. She ran her finger tips over the contours of his face. 

"You have to kill me." Abigail froze at his words. 

Was he crazy, how on earth could she kill him? He knew that she loved him too much to ask this of her. Mikhail sighed as he saw the determination on Abigail's face. He knew he was asking a lot, but Gabriel couldn't be allowed to rule, for once Mikhail was doing something to save humanity. He was not as selfish as he had once been. 

"Would you have him rule, your people, my people? He is evil and only you can kill me, once you do this you have control over the monster." Something cold was pushed into her hand. 

Abigail began to pull away from Mikhail's grip, but even while he struggled to breathe his hold was strong. The blade moved over his heart. 

"Kiss me Abby." 

She wept as she leant closer, the taste of him as always was intoxicating, He worked his magic on her, erasing everything that was happening around them. So caught up in the kiss she didn't feel the blade sink downwards until blood coated them. 

Abigail pulled away with a gasp. Mikhail smiled weakly, then tugged out the blade, blood poured everywhere in streams. 

Hastily she began putting pressure over the wound, but it was futile. Mikhail held onto her hand and smiled up into her eyes.

"I love you Abigail, I always will." Then his hold loosened and he was gone. 

The room shook and trembled, a beam of light erupted from the vault, swallowing the couple. Everyone shielded their eyes, until the light dissipated. 

There stood a woman, slight in frame with curling black hair that swept the floor. She wore a gown of green, her skin was a slight shade of celestial blue, and her eyes were a swirling mass of silver. 

"The one born with his soul divided shall find redemption in death." She said with a singsong voice. 

She looked at the lifeless form and his mate. The girl was just staring at his face, rocking him slightly silent tears running down her face. 

Eve knew that it was her grandson that was dead and because of her curse she was bound to serve whoever had killed him. 

"I am your servant." She said bowing before Abigail but the girl continued to stare into Mikhail's face whispering things that made no sense. 

...  Gabriel awoke from his stupor, the sight that he met sickened him. Here stood Eve but instead of bowing to him she was bowing to Abigail. 

Gabriel growled, his eyes recognising Mikhail's lifeless body, his heart broke then. Mikhail was dead. 

...  

Lilith wept in Michael's arms, if only she had known, realised that her son would be leaving her so soon. She should have been a better mother, a loving mother. She pulled herself from Michael's arms her eyes never leaving Mikhail's body. 

"Abigail, make your wishes." She said catching her mother's eye. Mother and daughter smiled, Eve wanted very much to hold her daughter but first she must do her duty.

"Bring Mikhail back, I wish that you would bring Mikhail back." Eve flinched, she may be powerful but she had no control over resurrections, and she couldn't tamper with fate.

"I can't do that." She whispered. There was a collective gasp, Gabriel suddenly felt ill. He thought that Eve could do anything. 

"Then I wish that Gabriel was gone, kill him." Her eyes flashed to where to Gabriel stood. 

He took his last breathe before combusting. Any remains were turned to dust. Jibril smiled with approval, he would not miss his father. 

"Two more my dear." Eve said. 

"I want everyone to be healed, returned to health." Abigail croaked, grateful for everything they had done. 

Finally releasing Mikhail she laid by his side, she had one last wish. To wish for death, so that she could join him. But when she saw the look pass between Lucifer and Eve she knew she couldn't waste it on herself. 

"I wish that you were a free demon, never to be cursed within the vault. May you live a lifetime and more with your mate." 

Eve hid her surprise, and she wished that Mikhail was not dead, this woman obviously loved him, more than life itself. With a thoughtful look on her face she nodded. Hopeful she had enough power to make this last miracle work.

...

Abigail looked into the casket, her fingers ran through Mikhail's hair. He was really gone. The events that had transpired three days ago were real. 

It took all her will power not to climb into the coffin with him, a slab of stone carved into his likeness was put into place. She would never look upon his real face again. Never rub her nose against his chest, or curl her fingers in his hair. 

She went through the paces of the day, Peter stayed huddled at her side. Just as she had lost the love of her life, he had lost his father. 

She would smile politely when people asked how she was coping. Her hand repeatedly went to the mark on her chest. 

She would always have it, she would never take another. As far as she was concerned her soul had died along side Mikhail.   She waved Jibril and Lucian away as they headed to his land. She welcomed Misha and Malcolm into her home, loved Peter as if he was her own. Maybe with their help and support she would be able to breathe without it hurting. 

A week after they had buried Mikhail she went to the chapel. Beneath that concrete he would lie, forever preserved in his beauty. This was going to be her last visit, she couldn't see herself coming to the chapel ever again. Kissing the lips of the likeness she read the inscription on the stone.

"He lived, he died, he was redeemed." Blowing out the candle she left.



The Angel's Redemption Ch. 10



Epilogue

Abigail didn't know how long she had cried, how long she had lain in the very bed Mikhail had made love to her. 

The sun rose and the sun set, but to her there was no sense of time. She may have stayed locked in this room for all eternity and she wouldn't have known. 

Her heart couldn't tell the time, her brain had shut down. Her throat was raw from the screaming as servants who had the best intentions strapped her to the bed and fed her. 

Why didn't Mikhail share his blood with her, why hadn't he sewn their souls together? 

That way they would have died together, she would endure hell for him. But no Mikhail was in heaven smiling down on her, she had to believe it. 

A soft knock sounded on the door. Abigail didn't even bother to tell them to go away. Darius and Misha entered the room dragging the curtains open. 

The light at first blinded her eyes, it hurt to open them. Yet when she did she wanted them to be blinded again, everywhere she looked was Mikhail, from the shirt that hung from the armoire, a pair of jeans on the love seat. His comb, wash cloth, his scent clung to every item in the room and the tears she thought she had shed came back with a shocking clarity. 

Mikhail the one person she had loved, would always love was gone forever.

...

Misha watched as Abigail's face crumpled, she pulled the covers over her head and began to weep anew, she had to finish this now. 

"Abigail get up this instant!" She hissed dragging the covers from the gaunt woman. 

Abigail whimpered as Darius pulled her from the bed and faced her towards the mirror. 

At first Abigail turned her head away, and only until Misha forced her face to look upon herself did she see. 

Abigail gasped as she saw the haggard woman before her, she eyes were sunken and her skin stretched over her skull. Grey strands shone brightly against the black of her hair, making her look twice her age. 

However what surprised her the most was the distension of her stomach. Was that what those flutters were? The kicking of her child? 

"You see now why we had to force you to eat? Abigail you have locked yourself away for almost six months, can you not see that you were not meant to die, but to live and love the one thing left of Mikhail?" 

Abigail listened to Darius, wrapping her arms around her belly protecting Mikhail's child from harm. She would eat and care for herself, for this child was Mikhail's. No one would take anything that belonged to him from her, she would fight the very devil to save it.

...

Alaric watched in amusement as his grandson paced the room. It was a nice surprise to find him laying upon his living room floor some six months ago and although he hurt for the life taken from his grandson, at least he had an opponent for 'Need for Speed: Underground'. 

"Don't smile old man." Mikhail snarled which was not very intimidating as he was a non corporal entity. 

Alaric told him as much and was rewarded by a psychic blast, which did not affect him as he was a ghost. Instead the ball of heat hit the opposite wall. 

"Careful there Mikhail, you're a ghost not a rock star, touch my plasma TV and I'll kill you...again." Mikhail scowled then slumped to the floor. 

Was there really no hope for him? How could his grandmother be so cruel as to deny him life? Mikhail like everyone else had been under the assumption that his grandfather was head honcho, turned out that it was his grandmother all along. 

He smiled remembering her words. 

"Who would worship a woman?" It was true and he knew it, but as a woman should she not feel compassion? 

As her grandson she could make an exception, as a man who was in love...his grandfather was laughing at him again. Mikhail wanted very much to sink his fist into Alaric's face, but at the end of the day Alaric was his grandfather. 

"I can hear your thoughts my boy loud and clear. You are right of course, what is the point of being a god if you can't even help your grandson out." 

Alaric swept his blonde hair from his face then flew upwards disappearing through the ceiling, Mikhail hot on his heels. 

...

Mikhail wasn't sure how long they searched, days, weeks, months but the search was endless, books were scattered across the table, papers spread everywhere. 

"Aha I have it!" Alaric flipped open the book and explained the ancient language to Mikhail. 

"That was all I had to do, we wasted all that time when this was all I had to do." 

Mikhail swore, taking to the skies as he searched for the one thing that would bring him back. 

"You are welcome, you ungrateful clout." Alaric muttered, suddenly there was a pressure behind him and he felt Mikhail's loving hug. 

"Thank you grandpa." Mikhail whispered before taking to the skies once more. 

"What did I tell you about calling me grandpa!" He yelled smiling anyway, hoping Mikhail found the happiness he had lost. 

...

Abigail cried out one more time before she felt the pressure leave her, she heard the baby crying out loudly, and held out her hands, her child would never cry for long, she would always be there. 

He was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, the white wings that had cocooned her son flapped open and shrank to the size of her palm. Mustard coloured skin shone beneath the flickering candles, a thatch of black hair upon his precious head. 

But it was his eyes that she had waited so long to see, she knew babies were born with blue eyes but not to this degree. They matched Mikhail's exactly with their breathtaking clearness and translucency. He mewled nuzzling her chest in search for food. 

"My queen, what shall we name this child?" Hamlet asked. He noted the sadness in Abigail's eyes before it quickly turned to happiness. 

"Michelangelo, I think it is befitting don't you?" Hamlet smiled and nodded, recording this down on a piece of parchment. He was about to leave when Abigail stopped. 

"Hamlet, I would have you send an invitation to all our allies, whether they are from Albion, heaven, hell or earth. Let them know that Soledad and Kryta have a prince who will be the greatest ruler there ever was. Three months from now I would have them look upon Mikhail's child and know that as long as Michelangelo is around then so is Mikhail." 

Hamlet nodded once more and closed the door allowing mother and child to get better acquainted. 

...

The weeks flew by and for once Abigail could smile without feeling guilty. Mikhail would have wanted her to be happy, and she was. Baby Michel had stolen the hearts of everyone in the castle. 

Were they to hear his laugh then they too would be entranced, especially Peter who was most inseparable from his baby brother. For Abigail even the slightest flutter of his wings made her smile. 

Mikhail would not be there to teach his son to fly, but Michel had Malcolm, Darius even his older cousins to aid him. He would always be loved. 

...

Abigail smoothed the white gown that covered Michel, enhancing his dark colouration, and the pureness of his eyes. Her own gown of white shimmered as the morning light reflected off the diamonds. 

She made her way to the chapel, she hadn't been there since the day they buried Mikhail and a part of her wanted to run from the place that held the lifeless body of her beloved. But Michel was yet to meet his father and she could never deny him that. 

...

Mikhail winced as he heard the faint chatter above him. He was in the chapel beneath a slab of concrete and once he had fully healed, it would be hell getting out of the coffin. His air was limited as he came fully awake. 

He may be immortal but that didn't mean he didn't need oxygen. The final footsteps faded in the distance and he began to push with all his might. Inch by slow inch the lab began to move, and with one mighty push daylight swamped him. 

His eyes stung from its brightness, his nostrils flared at the scents he had missed for a year. The noise was horrendous as his newly formed eardrums adjusted to the sounds. 

Mikhail was grateful that he had some of his powers, the decaying clothing began to sew together, and the dust flew from his body and settled several feet away. 

"Argh!" He moaned his bones snapping to into place. He took one step forward and the world began to tilt, deciding that rushing wasn't going to help much he took his time leaving the chapel. 

Everything was exactly how he remembered it, the grass was a beautiful green boasting life and vitality. The trees with their many fruits. The sky was clear and almost bested his eyes over their clear blue beauty. 

As Mikhail approached the castle he heard laughter and cheering. There was no way past the great hall, unless he made it to the kitchen, which only had two doors; one leading to the garden, the other to the great hall. 

Thankfully he found some clothing that had been just washed, though creased he could pass of for a noble man, he was quick to cut his hair, he also pulled a hood over his face, he wouldn't want to scare anyone with his presence. 

...

Mikhail smiled as someone nodded in his direction, everyone was in good cheer for what he did not know, but the food at the tables called to him and his stomach growled with hunger. 

"In due time, my lord." One of the servants laughed holding his goblet to the throne. Mikhail picked up his own goblet ad followed the man's gaze. 

There in a gown of white, her hair plaited with jasmine stood Abigail. She looked absolutely beautiful. There was a rosy hint to her cheeks and a happy blaze in her eyes. That's when the thought hit him. What if Abigail was fine without him. 

There was no doubt that she didn't love him, but maybe just maybe life could continue forward for her. What was this celebration anyway? She looked like a virgin in the white she wore. Another cramp hit his stomach, could it be possible this was her wedding day?

Mikhail growled, he had not just spent six months in a crypt to have his wife leave him for another, supposedly anyway. He would see where this was going and make up his mind. 

"Thank you all for coming, on this special occasion. Last year my husband past away..." Abigail choked, she promised herself she wouldn't cry, that she would laugh and grin and bear it, no one told her it was this hard. 

"Last year my husband past away, and Kryta seemed to be in perpetual mourning. It was on a morning like this that I was awoken with the truth that I carried the future of Kryta and the heavenly kingdom of Soledad in my womb. It is today that we christen Mikhail's son Michelangelo, and may my prince rule with a fair and just hand as he father would have done." 

The applause was deafening, her subjects and guests stomped their feet and clapped. Abigail smiled and accepted their thanks, leaving her guests to feast and drink she took her small child to the nursery, he was sleepy and he had been such a good little angel. 

Mikhail was stunned, stunned beyond belief. He ignored the man asking him if he wanted to eat ignored the flirtatious women. There was only one woman who mattered to him. 

So caught in what he was doing he didn't hear the warning shouts, strong hands caught hold of him. 

"Sorry angel but no one is to go upstairs, the celebration is down here." Mikhail wanted to punch the man holding him, but he knew that voice anywhere. It was Jonas, and he really didn't want to make his sister a widow. 

Mikhail nodded, turning as if to leave, he went outside were the cool evening air placated him slightly. His child, he had a child named after him. 

His heart burst with the knowledge. Abigail had given him a child. Mikhail tested the strength of his wings. He had missed a year without his wife and three months without his child. It was time to claim them both. 

...

Abigail smiled contently as her whole family sat in the library. Darius and Malcolm sat with Peter, Aurora and Nix telling them of age old battles they had fought. 

Misha sat upon Jonas's knee, whispering tender words into his ear whilst Jibril and Lucian played chess. Hamlet and Michael were discussing something about the price of horses. 

It was Lilith's vacant expression that drew Abigail to her. Her pale face was illuminated by the moonlight. The white snakes tuned to their mistresses emotions barely moved. 

"If only he could be here on this day." She sighed, her young daughter slept in her arms. 

"Lilith, he is here, in spirit I know it." Abigail said this more for her own benefit than Lilith's she knew Mikhail was watching over them, it was his way. 

A dark blur caught her eye, it seemed to jarringly fly to her chamber. Her heart stopped, Michelangelo was in there. 

"I too saw it," Lilith hissed. Malcolm noticed his mothers glare and tugged Darius up, they silently crept out of the library, Abigail and Lilith following them. 

...

Mikhail watched with awe at the rise and fall of his son's chest, the little snores that emitted from his mouth. His hand reached down to touch the soft cheek, when a shooting pain began to race up his arm. 

"Step away, villain." Malcolm snarled, preparing another arrow. 

"I saw this man." Jonas called his sword at the ready. "He tried before to follow Queen Abigail." 

Abigail held her sai's in her hands if she had to she would use them. 

"Blue was not on the invitation." She said, trying to draw his attention away from her precious baby. 

"I didn't receive one." He murmured, before anyone knew what he was doing he pulled the baby into his arms. His kissed the child gently upon the head, then placed him gently down. From the corner of his eye he saw Abigail approaching. 

"How many times do I have tell you not to hold them like that. You could poke your eye out or worse..."

"Make sure you could never have children again." She whispered. The figure turned lowering his cloak. 

"Mikhail, is it you?" She didn't wait for him to answer, instead she launched herself into his arms kissing his cheeks, chin, nose, neck. 

"Abby I..." He felt a sensual pain as she bit him, he then bit her and they exchanged blood in that instant. 

It didn't matter to her he hadn't come straight away, no way was she going to lose him again.

***

Abigail watched from the doorway as Mikhail told the children their story. Her hand rested on her large stomach as the baby kicked lightly. 

"Is it true Peter, is it true daddy came back to life by making his ghost go back into his body." 

Before Peter could answer Michelangelo butted in. The twelve year old puffed out his chest and took Jericho's hand into his, his small four year old face lit up as he saw he older brother's reassuring smile. 

"It is true Jericho, daddy had been asleep for six moons, because his body had to get all its power back, he couldn't stay away from me or mummy for too long or he would die." 

Michel nodded his head as if he could remember it as clearly as Mikhail. Mikhail sent his eldest son a knowing look. Peter grabbed hold of Michel as Mikhail began to tickle him mercilessly. 

"I thought I was telling the story?" Mikhail growled. Abigail cleared her throat and the two children giggled before diving into their beds. 

"Goodnight papa, goodnight mama." The children called as they closed the door. 

"Are you off to the ale house again?" Abigail asked Peter, a scolding look upon her face. She had heard many stories of what Peter got up to at night.

"No mother, of course not." Mikhail slipped him a few gold coins as Abigail kissed her son goodnight. 

...

Mikhail pulled Abigail into his arms as they lay to sleep, his hand resting on her stomach.

"I saw what you did Mikhail, you shouldn't encourage him, and for your punishment I demand you tell me a story." Mikhail placed a tender kiss to her temple, as they snuggled beneath the covers.

"which one?" He asked, tucking her beneath his body, slipping into her with ease. Breathless she had almost forgotten what she was going to say. 

"The story of our past." One hard thrust followed. 

"Our present." Another thrust that made her cry out with pleasure. 

"And what will come."

"I will love you forever." He choked as he felt her tense beneath him. 

"Forever and then some." She replied. 

The End.

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Well I hope you enjoyed the story, I just couldn't leave Mikhail dead, plus somewhere in the near future we shall see what becomes of his children. In the mean time, the halfling story is just a few chapters away from finished, but as I said before, revision is slowing me down :( Happy reading :*