1. Dark Angel Part 11


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    his, making her realize how big his hands were. “These are my battle scars. I wear them with pride,” his gravelly voice declared. She didn’t want him to feel bad. Letting her eyes sweep him again, she realized how much he looked like his father and obviously Ashriel. His hair was a darker blond, and his skin much lighter than hers, but the shape of his good eye, his nose and even his towering height were reminiscent of his dad and uncle. Anniel let her finger slide down his jaw to his mouth and smiled. His lips were full like hers. He was actually very beautiful despite the metal hardware. “So you call yourself Cyneolle?” “Yes. I prefer that name.” “I... I guess I need to get used to calling you that.” He remained observing her for a few seconds. “I thought you were just here for the reapers.” Anniel gasped and gripped his shoulders again. “The reapers? It’s my fault they’re here. I wanted to come get you, but Ashriel didn’t want me to come back. He came here to find you himself. Do you know where they are?” “Yes,” Cyn replied. “We must hurry though. I was on my way to retrieve them when I heard that you’d come down here.” *** “It’s as simple as this. You do as I say, and we don’t kill your buddy.” Ashriel looked warily at where Eriel laid. He was strapped down, still unconscious, in the middle of a glass cylinder. Just beneath him was a mesh floor with a trap door. Below was a churning horde of decaying zombies, reaching up frantically toward Eriel’s listless wings. They ...
    draped down either side of the table to splay across the floor. “There’s a timer on that trap door. If I don’t put my palm against the scanner so that it registers my heartbeat, the trap door opens and your pretty friend is dinner for my buddies,” Groggo laughed. Ashriel sneered, wishing he could just unsheathe his divine sword and cut the bastard to pieces. They’d forced Natanael and him to wear a black soctanal, the scant covering young reapers wore while training to become holy warriors. “Now,” Groggo said clapping his hands once, “I think it’s show time. You two just follow Hatzi out into the showroom, strut your stuff, and be friendly…and pray that at least one of you gets hired for the night, otherwise your buddy will be tied by his toes and I’ll just dip him into that tank full of ragers.” Groggo snapped his rotted teeth twice. “They’ll nibble on him a bit, but don’t worry. I won’t let them kill him...“ he cackled, ”yet.” “You’re going to regret this,” Ashriel hissed. Groggo snorted. “I doubt it. Now get the fuck out of here and make me some credits.” Ashriel and Natanael followed a group of Groggo’s men, led by a large male that looked like an Edenian ape. They strode down the corridor to another elevator. Ashriel glanced over at Natanael. He couldn’t believe this was to be his fate. To be sold as a whore. What terrified him most was the possibility of Anniel coming in search of him or her son. Shame filled him. He’d wanted to bring her son back to her, instead he’d ...
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