1. Dark Angel Part 11


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

    wings neatly against his back. Ashriel watched Groggo drift down, followed by more than a dozen armed half humanoid, half cyborg beings. They landed in a tight circle around the reapers. “Welcome back to hell,” Groggo smirked. “Devon of Angelos really created utter havoc here on Rhylos. The upper levels are killing each other off. We’re waiting for them to finish so we can ride up and take over.” Ashriel resisted the urge to shake his head in disapproval. “And once you take over, what will you do?” Ashriel spat, unable to keep the disdain from his voice. The others behind Groggo echoed his chuckles. “Once we take over, we’ll live like gods,” Groggo answered. The mob behind him shouted in agreement, some howling, others whistling. “So… what brings you pretties back to our lovely planet?” the disgusting man grinned wider. “Cyneolle,” Ashriel replied. “We need to see him.” Groggo snorted derisively before spitting another blood-speckled gob on the filthy floor. “You sure have a hard-on for that borg. Why don’t you hook up with one of us instead? Cyn can’t even get a hard on.” A few of the men behind Groggo laughed. “The poor fuck’s frozen in a perpetual state of childhood.” Ashriel’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t want to reveal any personal information to these derelicts, knowing they would use anything they knew against them. “Well, do you know where we can find Cyneolle or not?” Ashriel asked with a scowl. Again, they snickered setting his blood to boil. “Cyn is like the air. ...
    He’s everywhere, but unseen.” Groggo grinned wickedly. “If you hang out with us, he just might show up. Besides, the city isn’t safe.” Ashriel tried not to scoff, as his gaze spanned the decrepit group before him. Like they’d be safer with this bunch of thieves and murders. Obviously deciphering Ashriel’s suspicious expression, Groggo threw his head back and laughed. “Only a fool would bring harm to such…” his one good eye looked at all three reapers while he licked his lips and rubbed his filthy hands together. “…such special Seraphians like yourselves.” “That’s code for your ass is worth more alive than dead,” Eriel whispered in Ashriel’s ear. Ashriel’s frown deepened. He hadn’t returned to Rhylos to whore himself out. *** “How long ago did they leave?” Anniel demanded, feeling her gut twist with dread. Seth huffed out an impatient breath. “A few hours ago. Calm down. They might still be orbiting Rhylos waiting for permission to land.” Abdiel snorted. “I doubt it.” Seth glared at him over his shoulder, ratcheting her nerves even higher. She scowled at him. “Sethaliel, don’t you treat me like some ignorant, frightened little child.” He rolled his eyes. “They’ll be fine, Annie. They can’t get into much trouble in a few minutes. We’ll be there in five more minutes.” She bit her lip and gasped when her baby kicked against her ribs. “Can’t you go any faster? We could combine our powers.” Seth shook his head, leveling his sky-blue gaze on her with a frown. “You know what Dev said ...
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