1. Redemption: Ch.4


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    envirolevel doors slid open as Boy Rayne scampered over them and disappeared through the foliage. Blades pierced Lucien, three, sinking deep into his body before Devon ripped him from the midst of the enraged death angels. Lucien’s blood gushed, covering the gleaming black floor in a river of crimson. “No,” Devon roared, gathering him in a crushing embrace. Lucien wanted to resist his brother, but shock rushed through him, the edges of his vision turning white. The pain. God-the pain, it was as though the fires of Hell consumed his flesh. He tried to gasp for breath and couldn’t., tried to exhale and blood gurgled in his throat instead. The realization struck along with an irresistible urge to laugh hysterically. He was going to die. No one recovered after being run through by a death angel’s sword. Well, fucking hallelujah to that. Devon continued to howl in misery even as Lucien grinned and tried to focus on the bewildered faces of the three reapers. “He surprised us,” one of them argued. “We didn’t mean to kill him, honest,” another said, worry in his tone. Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, he raised both fists…and saluted the reapers with double fuck-you fingers. Now if only he could knee Devon in the nuts, he’d breathe his last with a gleeful laugh. Unfortunately, he hadn’t any more strength. The awesome salute to the reapers dropped as he felt his eyes roll back in his skull. Even his head became too heavy to hold up. Lucien sagged in Devon’s arms willing ...
    to embrace the increasing darkness. All reality was fading, a peaceful fog of numbness permeating his very essence. Yes— he sighed in ecstasy. This isn’t over yet, Luke. I’m never letting you go. Not again— Devon growled in his mind. Heat engulfed him, anchoring him in his body. Not letting go. Another body pressed against his from behind. The thought of the demons having found him again flitted through his mind, filling him with terror, but the scent of ocean storms and angels assured him his brother still held on tight. I’ve got you, little one— Devon whispered. The sound of a heart beat in his ears. Heat, almost burning him, suffused him. Darkness was banished by Devon’s glowing eyes. Lucien blinked as his brother’s face came into focus, but then his vision swam when his head was jerked back courtesy of a fist holding his hair. He opened his mouth to protest but fire poured down his throat. Lucien jerked. The black spots dancing before his eyes began to dissipate and he found himself staring into Remi’s dragon-green eyes. What the fuck? Panic had him flailing, managing to actually backhand Remien Fyre and whack Devon in his nose with his forehead. Scrambling away, he slammed into one of the curved walls in the corridor. Desperately, wide-eyed and panting now, he grappled behind himself before realizing he could no longer summon Lucifer’s sword, so he fisted his hands instead, ready to tear apart whoever approached. How the hell had they brought him back from the brink of ...
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