1. Dark Angel Part 8


    Date: 7/1/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    prodded, “Except?” He remained quiet. Anniel felt him draw closer, as if looking closely at her face. “Except for my m...“ “Neo, you need to come take a look at this,” someone exclaimed, rushing into the room. The cyborg Seraph straightened and moved away. Anniel heard the thump of his boots going across the room behind her. He must’ve been massively proportioned by the heavy sound of his footfalls. “Keep an eye on her.” Silence and then, “I will kill you if anything happens to her.” “Y-yes, Neo.” The door slammed yet again, leaving her sequestered with another stranger. Anniel thought hard, trying to remember what he looked like when he’d exploded through the glass dome back at the palace. It had only been a glimpse before her eyes had started burning. His skin was dark, though not like hers. He was more like Alluna, with a caramel—almost golden—hue. His hair was definitely dark blond, but she hadn’t seen his face because of the goggles and bulky gas mask over it. Metal-like coils covered him, most likely some sort of protective flight suit. If only she could telepathically connect with Remi so he could fix her eyes. She was dying to look at Cyneolle’s face…and at the same time terrified. What if Cyn was her sweet Gareth? Anniel wrapped her arms around her middle and sobbed quietly. Her poor baby. Ashriel stared at the strange androgynous creature before him in shock. Seth chuckled humorlessly. “Let me get this straight… you want us to give you Devon in exchange for the ...
    Utuduodian princess and her two ambassadors?” “Only for a night. I would like to share fluids with him. His beauty is legendary.” Ashriel scoffed in outrage, but Seth gestured for him to remain calm. “I can ask Devon to show himself, but you must also show me the girls.” The white-skinned creature nodded its ascent. “I’ll need a mirror,” Seth continued. No sooner had he uttered the request, two doors opened behind the King’s avatar. A pair of Chid’s rolled out a mirror with an ornate gilded frame. Ashriel clenched his teeth in agitation. He wanted Anniel, needed to feel her in his arms again. Once he had her back, they were leaving; to hell with his vow and investigations. He cared for nothing but her. He would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her. Seth stood before the mirror and pointed. The avatar drifted closer and gasped. When Ashriel looked, Devon stood on the other side of the glass. He wore nothing but his black drawstring pants. His chest and feet were bare and his hair streamed in a spill of jet over his shoulders to just under his pectorals. His eyes glowed their usual eerie blue, like two burning suns in a sea of stark white skin—the most beautiful humanoid face one could ever lay their eyes upon. But Ashriel knew beauty was subjective. All who cast their eyes upon Devon found him devastating because he was part incubus, like his father. “You see Devon, now let us see the girls,” Seth was saying. The avatar moved forward as if entranced and touched ...
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