Hello there! How is everyone today? I'm feeling a little bittersweet right now, as I always feel upon finishing a story. I loved writing Taming Fire. It was twisted, a bit offensive to some, endearing, and thought provoking to me. It forced me to push aside my feelings on heaven and hell and everything in between to create something different and unexpected. I like doing that - pushing myself into a situation I need to write my way out of. It makes my brain tick and gets my imagination to come alive. :D
I hope you all enjoyed this story and came to love the characters just as much as I did. This is truly the end, and yes, I left it with an open ended feeling on purpose because we can't know our future or the plan laid out for us just like the boys won't know theirs until they get there. This was one of the themes in this story, so I thought it was quite fitting. Not to say I didn't wrap up what needed to be finished, I just liked the ending and the symbolism behind it.
If ever I feel the call to write a sequel I have the perfect setup. So...there's that. ;)
Anyway, I truly hope you like the ending of Taming Fire.
Much love and hugs,
Xx Night
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These are the songs I used when writing the last part of the finale. The last one inspired this story to begin with. I love them all, though. Enjoy the tunes and the story. <3
TAMING FIRE FINALE: PART 2: THE END
Emile came awake, but kept his eyes shut. He was too comfortable to give over
completely to consciousness. Underneath
him was the softest bed he’d ever slept in.
The mattress seemed to be connected to his thoughts, understanding just
the way he liked to be cradled in his sleep.
Silky curtains tickled his nose.
They blew away from the open window near his head. He knew the opening to the outside was there
simply by the summery breeze rustling his hair every minute or so.
He stretched his arms and legs, producing a delicate noise
of satisfaction. His body twisted over,
snuggling further under the sheets.
Staying in bed seemed the best option.
He could skip class just this once.
It wasn’t like anyone was shaking him to get up, telling him he was
late, or badgering him to start the laundry and his chores. Let them forget me, Emile thought. I just want to stay here forever.
“You have an eternity to lounge in bed, sleepyhead. It’s time to wake and greet the day.”
“Mm,” Emile argued, pushing his head into his fluffy pillow. “Go away.”
For a minute he thought his mind would shut down again, and
forget all about the obnoxious voice in his head and the fluttering curtains
urging him to open his eyes.
“I think you’ll want to see this, little one.”
Little one?
Emile finally put a name to the voice advising him to get
up. He started to come awake quicker
than he wanted to. His haze broke away,
leaving his body shocked for a few seconds.
Sitting straight up, sleep wringing him out, Emile threw to the floor and
scrambled to rid his legs and chest of sheets and blankets. He remembered now. He remembered everything. It all came flooding back to him as if
someone had hit play.
His heart raced.
He had no idea what to expect.
“Lim?”
Seated in the corner of Emile’s attic room, Lim continued to
push back and forth in an old white rocking chair. The angel grinned, blue eyes sparkling. “Good morning, little one.”
“Morning…”
Emile glanced at the window then did a slow spin around his
room. He was back at Raven House, but
everything was different. The formerly
decrepit wood paneling covering his walls was now clean and white, neatly
squeezed together where none of the elements could touch him. The holes and cracks on the ceilings were
gone, too. His bed wasn’t caving
in. Instead, a new bed sat under the
window, large enough to sleep four, and covered in a thick, feathery
mattress. Gold, gossamer curtains swayed
in front of a large window that hadn’t been there before.
The room was no longer meant for a housekeeper. Unless he’d been the winner of a home
makeover show, Emile knew he was somewhere else. Somewhere like heaven.
“You look well.” Lim
stood up. He seemed just as upbeat as
when they’d first met. Dressed in white
jeans and a sheer button up, Lim was beautiful, even more so when his wings
fluttered a bit behind his back. His
golden curls winked in the light as he stepped towards Emile. “It suits you.”
“What suits me?”
Emile swallowed.
“Being yourself.” Lim
slowly put his finger to Emile’s bare chest.
At first Emile leaned into the touch, craving affection to
ward off his fears. Then he thought of
Xavier and felt a slash of betrayal in his gut, no matter how paternal Lim’s
touch was meant to be. Eyes drawn to
Lim’s hand lingering on his skin, Emile gasped. Embedded into his skin, over
his heart, was a metal cross. Shining
silver and thinly laid, the cross seemed to react to his emotions, glowing
under his touch.
“W-what is this?”
“Every messenger should carry his faith with him always.” Lim’s eyes twinkled. “Yours is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“There’s metal… There’s metal in my chest!” Emile put a hand to his mouth and ran to the
mirror that was behind the closet door.
He threw open the door and gulped.
Nothing was there except for a wooden barrier that didn’t budge under
his hand. “Lim?”
“Angels don’t need closets.
We can change our clothing with a simple thought. And we aren’t allowed
mirrors on this side. We don’t need
anyone getting a big head around here, after someone’s little dance with vanity.”
Emile knew who Lim meant.
Lucifer was the reason he was here.
Where there were demons, there were… “Did you just say angels?” Emile exhaled, dropping his hand. “I’m not
an… No, I’m not an angel. I don’t have
wings. I can’t be…”
Lim shook his head at the pitiful expression on Emile’s
face. “I know you remember what happened
and I also know you’re smart, so I’ll let you put things together, with or
without wings.”
“But, we’re in Raven House.
This is my old room.” Emile
lifted his hands.
“Is it really? I
think not, little one. I think you knew
the moment you woke up where you were, but you’re too scared to admit it. This is all of your doing, Emile. This is where you hoped you would be. So, this is where your heaven lies.”
Emile slid down the wall, staring at the immaculate hardwood
floor. “I’m dead,” he murmured.
“Physically, yes, but spiritually you are reborn.” Lim crouched next to him, keeping a steady
gaze on Emile. He wanted to comfort his
former charge. He wanted him to
understand. “You’re one of us now,
although, you’re a tad more special than the rest.”
“I’m dead,” Emile repeated.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“Yes, you said I’m dead.
What about Xavier? Is he…”
Lim grinned. “Is he
what?”
Emile wondered how he could be in heaven and feel so empty
inside. Even his cross couldn’t make him
feel better, the cross now a part of his skin like wings were part of an
angel. He put his face in his hands.
“I did the right thing. I was sure I knew what came next. I lied to him, Lim. I thought… I thought if he chose the Creator
we could be together here. I bet he’s
down there suffering. I bet he’s—”
“I bet he’s downstairs eating breakfast because that’s what
you picture heaven to be like, perfect and peaceful. You wanted heaven to be normal, something you
never had.” Lim rose slowly. He offered
Emile his hand. “In every sacrifice you
make for the greater good there is a reward, no matter how small or unseen,
your kindness is never forgotten.”
“He’s really…”
Emile’s eyes flooded with tears.
He didn’t take Lim’s hand, instead pushing against the wall so hard he
almost toppled face first to the floor.
Once he gained his footing, Emile followed the attic stairs down and
raced through the open door like his feet were on fire.
Everything about Raven House was lighter. The dark wallpaper was gone. A creamy coating of paint covered the
walls. Windows were open at each end of
the hall, letting in a sweet scent that was good enough to eat. However, as aesthetically pleasing as the
scenery was, Emile could have cared less.
Nothing mattered except for reaching the first floor.
His bare feet slapped against the main staircase, almost
tripping over his linen pants to get to the foyer. The next few seconds were a blur. Tears ran down his cheeks. He gripped the kitchen entry to swing himself
around the corner. His feet squeaked to
a stop on the kitchen tile. There at
the table, with his back turned to Emile, was Xavier. White tipped black wings were tucked back
over his smooth and muscular back.
Xavier’s fork stopped before it touched his mouth. Syrup dripped from a bite of pancake, slowly
drizzling onto his plate.
Emile watched breathlessly as Xavier’s hand lowered his
utensil, clinking metal against china; it was the loudest noise Emile had ever
heard.
Rosalind’s floral scent erupted in the room, reminding him
to keep breathing. The smell alone was
enough to make Emile want to curl up into a ball and sob. So many things had gone wrong in his
life. So many people had shunned him for
who he was. So many hours he had
contemplated giving up because no one understood. Nonetheless, he didn’t give into
temptation. He fought back, no matter
how hard it was.
It was all worth it.
Every tear, every drop of sweat, and every whispered prayer was worth
this kind of joy. His breath left
him. His arms opened and his Xavier came
to him. Fingertips slid up his arms, carrying
an electric current throughout his body.
Xavier’s eyes were dark, ringed in white, void of the sadness Emile had
become accustomed to. Only love
remained; a love they had discovered together.
Love was the key to change.
Emile had changed Xavier, not who he was, but what he stood for. The change reflected in every sure breath he
exhaled, the way he stood taller, and the way he looked at Emile as if he was
the most beautiful thing in all of creation.
Emile’s heart thumped in his chest, begging to flee his body. His cross warmed, lending him strength to
stay on his feet.
“You got it wrong,” Xavier choked.
A little heartbroken at his love’s first words, Emile
sniffed. “What?”
Humor flitted through Xavier’s eyes. “What came next, you got it wrong. You had the right idea, but unlike the
Creator’s son you still have a body back down there. And I think you left your rolling stone
somewhere along the way.”
Emile exhaled in relief.
“Dammit, I thought—fuck this.”
His hand found home behind Xavier’s neck, tugging his dark angel closer,
desperately. His lips crushed
Xavier’s. Careless of what spying eyes
were upon them, Emile fed at his lover’s mouth; thirsty for his kisses since
the last one, since before they’d been separated by death.
Xavier responded with just as much enthusiasm. Aligning his toned chest with cool metal and
bare skin, he brought his arms around Emile where they belonged. Their kiss deepened. Sounds of their pleasure drowned out the rest
of Emile’s dreamy afterlife creation.
Emile’s idea of perfection interchanged, spelling the hereafter with his
depiction of just the two of them, touching and exploring unabashedly as new
lovers were supposed to.
When Emile opened his eyes and dragged in oxygen, even if he
didn’t need it any longer, he found the scenery quite different. Rather symbolic of his yearning for freedom,
their new world was atop a massive cliff, overlooking the ocean. Waves crashed into the rocky shoreline
below. Wind, not hot or cold, just
right, pushed off of the open water, sending the tall grass around their legs into
a reckless dance.
The air smelled clean and salty.
The breeze swept through Emile’s linen pants, causing them
to flutter around his ankles.
His chest felt lighter than it ever had. He no longer carried the burdens of his
former life.
He was free. Free to
stand atop the highest point in his newfound universe and close his eyes, just
to feel the glory of heaven wash over him; just to feel Xavier’s touch and how
profound their love was for each other.
“You have a beautiful mind,” Xavier whispered in his ear.
Smiling with his eyes closed, Emile leaned back into
Xavier’s chest. “Thank you?”
“I’ve never seen this for myself, someone else’s idea of
perfection. I’d never admit how stunning
it was before. Then again, I’d never
experienced this. I’d never experienced
you.” Xavier’s hand snaked across
Emile’s back before falling away. The
dark angel came to stand at Emile’s side, content to hold his hand.
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think you ever will, not like I do. I thought… I thought I wasn’t good enough for
this. I thought I should have never been
born. The way they always fought over
me. The way they never wanted to guide
me or give me a purpose like all parents do with their children. It was like I
wasn’t good enough to be a part of this.
From the moment my father brought me topside from hell, after stealing
me from my mother to raise me in Lucifer’s likeness, I saw the humans and the
way they loved their children.
“I was jealous,
Emile. I envied those children who
didn’t have any abilities, but had the one thing I didn’t. They had parents who decided together how to
raise their child and make them a better person for their future. I saw how the Creator sacrificed his own
son! I thought to myself, what the hell
kind of father would do that? I saw
Lucifer and how he only cared about himself, but in the long run, I figured he
had it right. You could only rely on
yourself to get through all of this. No
man who loved his child would ever give them up to death willingly. Living in the shadows and feeding my anger
made perfect sense.
“Because what did I care anymore? My parents didn’t love me. They would have provided for me and never let
me go. They would have given me this.
They would have given me love! Then I met you and all of that
changed. I was so confused.” Xavier turned to Emile, spreading his wings as
far as he could.
He was magnificent.
He was commanding, striking, and full of love, yet tinged with
dark. In his eyes was a well of hope
that seemed bottomless. He was renewed
in Emile’s eyes; still the same man he loved, but different in a healthier way.
“And now, are you confused now?” Emile took both of his
hands, drinking up the connection streaming through them with a simple touch.
Xavier shook his head.
He sniffled. “You were just like
me. You were always alone. However, instead of being angry you chose to
rise above it all and make a difference, no matter how small. You chose life and love over temptation, even
though hate would have been so much easier.
The moment I saw you disappear I knew I had to change. I knew with your sacrifice that I had to
honor your memory and have the courage to see Lucifer for what he really
was. He was nothing, Emile. He didn’t give you this.” Xavier looked out over the water. “He would never give you the shirt off of his
back or hold you when you were sad. He’d
never guide you or give you choices to help you grow. He forced himself on me. He stifled who I was for his own selfish
reasons, because he didn’t care.”
Emile touched Xavier’s cheek, needing to comfort the man who
had become his world. “He hid who you
were and made you believe you were worthless.
But, to me, you mean everything.
To the Creator, you’re special, Xavier.
He cares. He cares for you so
much.”
Xavier hugged Emile until all of the air left his
lungs. He sobbed, finally letting go of
his anger. He wanted to feel as free as
Emile. He wanted to experience the
wonder of the Creator’s love, not just in body, but with the other half of his
soul, through Emile’s eyes.
“They love you, you know.
Your parents always loved you. I
saw it before I died, Xavier. I saw it
in Bael’s eyes how scared he was for you.
I felt in it in my heart when he tried to grab me. He didn’t want you to suffer like he
had. And Elsanah, she did this for
you. She knew the end before there was a
beginning. She trusted the Creator with
your well-being, and as it turned out, she made the right choice. He’s always
the right choice. Look around.”
Xavier leaned back to explore Emile’s heaven again. “This wouldn’t be possible without you. Do you know what you’ve done, Emile? Do you know what giving up your life has done
to heaven and hell?”
“I gave them a choice.”
Emile smiled.
“No. You imprinted
your faith on Lucifer. Those demons will
never be the same again, but some of them will never change, no matter how scared
they were when their king vanished. But,
some of them will beg to repent and know what we now know.” Xavier touched Emile’s chest, admiring the
cross. “Didn’t you wonder why this was
here or what you would possibly need it for in heaven?”
“I just thought it was—” Emile was cut off with a finger to
his lips.
“A warning of your faith, a faith I feel just by touching
you.” Xavier put his forehead to
Emile’s. He pulled him closer. “It’s a weapon against those who mean you
harm and a means to fight against the dark.
We’re not done, baby, not by a long shot.”
“A messenger,” Emile murmured against Xavier’s lips.
“My messenger,” Xavier groaned.
Emile still didn’t understand. The Creator hadn’t shown him this part. He was lost, only left with Xavier to fill
him in. But, they were both too needy to
talk any longer. Whatever was coming
they would be ready. They would have
each other.
Emile opened his mouth to receive Xavier’s tongue; hot and
slick against his own. He moaned. The wind caressed his face. Xavier’s fingers slipped into the waistband
of his pants, deftly pulling them down to touch the swell of his ass. Emile arched, filling Xavier’s hands with
flesh. He dragged Xavier’s breath into
his mouth, swallowing it down just to know what the other part of his soul
tasted like.
The sky changed, melding together deep purples and blues. Strips of black crept through the painting
above, dotted with stars. Xavier’s
heated darkness charged forward, still lingering deep in his heart. This time, his darker side had been tamed by
Emile’s heart. The only devious plans he
had left were to conquer Emile’s body and please his other half until they
couldn’t move.
Emile was flipped around.
His back flush with Xavier’s chest, he guided the angel’s hand down his
body, grinding his ass hard. Fire raced
through his veins. He was overcome with
the need to mate. His other half had
been missing for too long. He needed it
back. He needed it inside of him.
Head falling back against Xavier’s shoulder, Emile pushed the
angel’s hand past the barrier of his linen pants. Nails raked over the hair above his
cock. He shivered uncontrollably. Dark, unbridled forces ripped their passion
awake. There was nothing sweet or gentle
about Xavier’s fingers as they wrapped around Emile’s erection. Nothing tame about the way he wrenched the linen
pants down to rub his cock against Emile either.
“Yes,” Emile breathed, reaching up to wrap his arm around
Xavier’s neck. “Don’t stop.”
“Can’t,” Xavier assured him on a hiss. His thumb swiped up a heavy drop of fluid
from the tip of Emile’s penis. He
continued to grip his lover’s length, moving up and down to create a dizzying
friction. “I might be an angel now, but
my body is still made for tempting and taking.”
“Fuck, take me,” Emile purred, twisting his nipple between
his fingers. His caught between his
teeth, eyes closing tight.
Xavier growled. He
urged Emile to his knees. Looking down
at those innocent eyes, Xavier could have exploded at the sight of his
mate. Emile’s pants were tangled around
his ankles. His hand pleasured himself
between his spread legs. His plump lips
opened, glossed over with his pretty pink tongue.
With a touch, Xavier’s pants scattered to the wind in
ashes. His heavy cuffs, made of
Lucifer’s horns clanked as glided one over another; one hand going for Emile’s
head and the other guiding his cock to Emile’s lips.
Emile was drawn to the heavy flow of fluid leaking from
Xavier’s slit. He touched it, rubbing it
between his fingers while looking up at Xavier.
Now he got it, what Xavier had said about his body being made for
tempting. The liquid continued to flow,
heavy and thick, clear and sweet scented from his cock. His dark angel was made for this; made for
pleasing him; made for sexual ease.
Emile’s tongue darted forward, catching a drop. Xavier’s flavor exploded in his mouth, drugging
him. With hooded eyes he looked up at
his other half and took just the head into his mouth. He sucked gently, teasing his lips over
sensitive skin, lapping at the nectar produced just for him. His hands found residence on Xavier’s hips,
able to feel them as they rotated, urging Xavier’s cock deeper.
“That’s it.” Xavier
combed his fingers through Emile’s hair.
“Taste me.”
His wings flapped. He
threw his head back, overcome with ecstasy.
Those soft lips moved over his length, little by little. They swallowed him, released him, and started
all over again. His precious mate slaved
over his cock with his tongue, licking him root to tip while cupping his balls
with a firm hand. Emile massaged the
space between them, grounding his thumb into the erogenous area until it
bordered on painful, yet somehow Xavier wanted more.
“Open,” Xavier commanded.
He looked down. A storm brewed in
his eyes. Emile complied and let him
sink deep into his mouth, nails digging into his hips. “Swallow.”
He pulled back, gritting his teeth.
Emile gulped, licking his lips. He moaned, still handling his erection
below. Xavier guided his cock back to
Emile, painting his fluid across Emile’s cheeks and over his lips. Emile took charge, greedily swallowing
Xavier’s manhood again. His head moved
up and down, taking it all.
“Emile!” Xavier was
caught up in his mate, overstimulated, but he couldn’t stop.
He ran his hands over his chest, breathing heavily. His moans were constant, loud and
guttural. He pumped his hips, force
feeding his cock into Emile’s mouth. It
just felt too good not to. He fisted
Emile’s hair, reveling in the wet sounds his cock made against the balmy heat
of Emile’s perfect mouth.
Their eyes met.
Twisting between dark and light, Xavier sank to his knees to join
Emile. He nipped at Emile’s bottom lip,
sucking on it. His taste lingered, along
with something all Emile. A taste he
wanted more of.
Emile obeyed the force of his hand, guided onto his
back. Long legs snaked over Xavier’s,
begging to be touched. He did so
possessively, feeling every tremble; every tense seize of Emile’s muscles under
his fingers. Wings covering them, Xavier
brought his lips to Emile’s softly, while sliding their cocks together.
“You look good enough to eat,” he whispered, fisting Emile’s
hair to pull his head back. Creamy skin
awaited him. In one slow line, he licked
down Emile’s neck, dipping into his collar bone.
Hands urged his head lower.
Emile’s erratic whimpers, coupled with the gyration of his hips,
couldn’t be ignored. Making his way to
Emile’s belly button, Xavier stopped to tease him, staring up at his frenzied
lover.
Emile almost came at the sight of Xavier, above him with his
powerful wings spread. Stomach tight,
his muscles flexed and his eyes dark enough to drown in, Xavier was a man to
behold. His cock sprung proudly between
his legs, still leaking onto Emile’s skin; hot and wet the fluid kept
coming. Emile lifted his legs, beyond
caring if he was begging for those hard, uncut inches to fill him. He wanted so many things in that moment, but
a need brewed in his stomach; a need that couldn’t be defined, only acted upon.
“I want you.” Emile
pushed Xavier back. He crawled into his
lap, moaning as he sandwiched his erection between them. He moved up and down, allowing Xavier’s dick
to glide behind his ass. “Now.”
“You’re not as innocent as I thought.” Xavier lifted his head, kissing Emile. “Then again, you’re a part of me. I should have known.”
Emile gasped, laughing at the same time when his ass cheeks
were spread apart. The head of Xavier’s
cock sparked heat over his entrance; back and forth until both he and Xavier
were dancing. Their sweet kisses once
again deepened. Emile became forceful,
unashamed of what he wanted. He’d come
to the conclusion that wanting his lover wasn’t a sin, it wasn’t evil or
forbidden in the eyes of the Creator.
They were meant to be together, like this, however they wanted. As long as at the end of the day their hearts
remained loyal to the light, they were free.
Driven by his inexperience, wanting to play out every move
he’d fantasized about for years, Emile pushed Xavier onto his back. He made a show of stretching his torso,
running a hand over his neck and down his chest while straddling Xavier. He could see the frustration in Xavier’s dark
eyes, but he smiled, and dipped his head.
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time. There will be other times, but never like
this, never the first time. I don’t want
it to be over yet.” Emile kissed Xavier
then pulled back before he could be trapped in his arms.
Wearing a coy smirk, Emile turned around, once again
straddling Xavier. He slid back inch by
inch, looking over his shoulder. Xavier
was salivating, out of his mind with sexual deprivation. The closer Emile’s backside came to his
chest, the louder his growl became.
Pushing Emile gently down, Xavier ran his hand over the swell of his
lover’s ass, bringing a hand to rest on each cheek.
Emile gasped, squirming as Xavier’s tongue flattened over
his entrance. He howled in pleasure,
hanging his head to see Xavier’s swollen erection. Lying out on Xavier’s stomach, he brought his
lips nearer. Slowly, he sucked the head
into his mouth, tasting the half-breed’s fluid, letting it fill his mouth until
he was forced to swallow. It coated his
throat and warmed his belly; made him an addict of Xavier’s body. He sucked harder, taking more into his
mouth. Xavier’s thighs spread to
accommodate him as his stiff tongue prodded Emile’s hole open, fighting muscle
to breach it.
Eyes closed, Emile gyrated in time with Xavier’s tongue,
groaning and hissing. He wanted
more. He wanted so badly to keep
pleasing the powerful creature underneath him, but something inside of him
couldn’t be ignored. God, he shouldn’t
have teased Xavier. Now Emile knew
exactly how he felt. What he’d imagined,
a lazy, uninhibited time of sexual exploration had turned into an anxious,
needy, groping show of passion.
He smiled. That was
just fine by him. He was about to turn
around when a finger began to push into his ass. He nearly came apart. Xavier pulled Emile’s cock back gently,
putting it into his mouth as he stretched out his ass with one finger. Emile bucked, panting out incoherent
words. He was surprised at how smoothly
Xavier’s digit went in. Hardly any
resistance was met. He bit his lip when another finger joined the other,
pushing into him.
“Xavier,” he shouted.
“I can’t hold it…”
“You can,” Xavier assured.
He licked up Emile’s cock, reaching his hole again.
Emile groaned his way onto Xavier’s length. He sucked for all he was worth, trying to
keep up with the steady flow leaking out the corners of his mouth. Both of the fingers in his ass moved back and
forth fluidly, easing him open until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Neither could Xavier, despite his insisted patience. Before Emile could protest his dying urgency
to be filled, Xavier gently pushed him into the tall grass, belly flush with
the ground. Emile stuck his ass up,
pleading for it; pleading to feel how much Xavier loved him.
Xavier’s body glided down his back. Kisses rained over his sweaty skin. Love bites pulled his flesh between Xavier’s
blunt teeth. Wings flapped above them,
sending a cool current of air over their naked bodies.
Emile sighed, holding onto what sanity he had left. He let Xavier take his time until his solid
weight finally settled into place on his back.
Xavier, ready to mount him, the sheer anticipation of their bodies
joining, had Emile rubbing his groin into the ground to ease the throb in his
cock. Xavier placed one hand next to his
and used the other to place his cock on top of Emile’s ass.
The thick liquid Emile had come to love dripped down his
backside, even more so when Xavier began to move his hips, coating him;
preparing him for the next step. Xavier
kissed between Emile’s shoulder blades, lowering his wings to shelter them for
such an intimate moment. His lover atop him, almost there, was like standing in
front of the door, waiting to come home.
“Are you ready, my Emile?”
Xavier’s lips ghosted over Emile’s neck until they were able to reach
his ear and suck at his lobe.
Emile pushed back on Xavier’s erection, letting the tip
sweep over his entrance. He moaned,
lifting his head. It fit against
Xavier’s shoulder. “Don’t make me beg,
Xavier. I need you.”
“Need me to what?”
Xavier’s breathy laugh sent shivers up his spine.
In the small space of a moment, with Xavier’s sly grin
pressed to his neck, Emile thought of the very first time he’d met his dark
angel. He remembered the look in his
eye; the same look he was wearing now, only then it had been hidden under a
mask of fear, like it was wrong to show someone else how happy they made
him. They had wanted each other from the
start. Only they hadn’t understood what
to make of it.
They understood now.
They had both come a long way for this moment and all of the
moments they would share in the years to come.
They had found their other half.
Now it was time to bind each part together and complete
their soul.
Trembling, anticipating the sweet entry of Xavier inside of
him, Emile craned his neck to see his lover’s eyes. “I need you to be a part of me like you were
always meant to be.”
To Xavier those words could not have been more perfect. He
rubbed his cheek over Emile’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “I know now what it is to love and I will
never stop, Emile. I will never stop
loving you.”
Emile cried out, trying to make sense of the emotions and sensations
crashing into him all at once. Xavier
pushed into him, connecting them like never before in both body and mind. They could feel each other from the inside;
their thoughts; their pasts. Every
moment of their lives wove together as their souls became one.
Xavier bit down on Emile’s shoulder, drawing blood into his
mouth; heightening the euphoria of his length buried deep in his other half’s
tight body. He shuddered, holding onto
every one of Emile’s memories as if they were his. He didn’t want to miss a thing as memory
after memory raced through his mind.
Emile running away from his parents as they screamed at him
from the lawn. The midnight chill
wrapping around him as he hid in the graveyard next to his grandmother’s
headstone. Xavier tasted every lonely
tear from that night, even though they had long since dried.
Then was Emile was standing on the boy’s doorstep, being
shunned by his onetime lover out of fear. They were so young. Emile was breaking. He was running again with nowhere to go. All alone, just like him, for so long. Fighting, getting into college just to prove
a point, being so damn lonely. Always accepting everything he was given, good
or bad. Being grateful for the simple
things. Still lonely. Scared of change. Change wasn’t safe. But, Emile did it. He fought for life.
Xavier gasped when he saw himself through Emile’s eyes for
the first time. It was such a vivid
memory. It was important and special.
Xavier pounded into him from behind, swept up in his lover’s
point of view; his body; his scent; his loud moans and gasps for air. Xavier put his hands over Emile’s, pushing
all the way inside until he was as deep as he would go.
He’d never shun him.
He’d never let him go.
He rocked his hips, urging Emile lower to the ground until
only his ass remained off of the ground.
As close as they could get, Xavier ground deep, so very deep until he
could almost touch the light Emile held inside.
He closed his eyes, tears wetting his cheeks, and Emile bared his half
of their soul, letting no trace hide in the recesses of his mind. He trusted Xavier. They were it for each other. There would be nothing closed between them.
Emile clenched grass between their entwined fingers, biting
down on Xavier’s knuckles to keep from screaming his pleasure. He spread his knees wider as he was pounded
into the soft ground. He was taken for a
ride with his body and in his mind. He
stripped Xavier layer by layer, privy to his innermost darkness and memories.
Envy of the angels had held his Xavier prisoner for so
long. Why couldn’t he be like them and
be who he was all at the same time? He’d
never understood that he had a choice. He
never questioned a better way or sought to expand his horizons by using his
other half, the part of him descended from his mother’s blood. He never thought he was good enough and
shunned himself, giving others of his kind reason to doubt him and call him out
as worthless and ignorant; not good enough to be one of them, but not good
enough to be called angel either.
When his mother cursed him with his condition, he had felt
such betrayal and wanted to let himself die, because that’s what he thought he
deserved and what everyone wanted. But,
when confronted with Emile for the first time, Xavier’s world shook on its
axis, destroying all that he had come to know.
Emile was shown all of it.
He felt the pain dissipate in his lover with every memory leaving his
body like a bad dream and nothing more.
And then he saw himself through Xavier’s eyes. The most beautiful man he’d ever seen. The need to touch what was off limits. Holding back.
Yearning to comfort. Regret for saying
awful things. Haunted eyes and nights of
fitful sleep. A hand reaching out,
begging for him.
Xavier had fallen for him from the very first moment.
Emile pushed back against Xavier, arching his back to let
his lover as deep as he could go. The
tip of Xavier’s cock brushed something inside of him, sending his eyes into the
back of his head. Emile reached out,
tugging on Xavier’s feathers, bringing them closer. He felt the shudder on top of him, heard
Xavier’s guttural moan. A hand snaked
underneath him and fisted his cock, timing each feisty pull with Xavier’s
thrusts.
Emile’s body warmed.
His sweaty chest slicked against the ground, brushing over the molten
metal embedded into his skin. With every
second he neared climax. With every push
of his cock through Xavier’s hand, the cross on his chest burned hotter and
hotter, reminding him this was a gift and he was never alone.
They had each other for all time.
They would never be alone again.
They would always be different and that was okay.
They were free to be themselves, and no one judged them for
it.
This was heaven. This
was perfection; the two of them as one, thinking and feeling, loving and
breathing into each other and the new world they had created.
Emile smiled through the heat as Xavier brushed over the
same spot, pulling back. Emile came
undone, giving into his body’s need to expend his seed all over Xavier’s
hand. Still, Xavier pumped his hand up
and done, coating his cock with his lover’s release. His thrusts grew urgent. His rhythm became erratic, jerky. Looking at Emile’s profile, a sated look in
his eyes and the slope of his back sweaty and glowing, Xavier spread his wings
and came hard.
His fingers left deep marks in Emile’s palms. His teeth gouged his bottom lip and his eyes
flashed white as he screamed inside his mouth, unloading into Emile’s limp
body. Xavier collapsed his weight onto
his mate, holding him until the trembling stopped. His breathing slowed with time, as did Emile’s. Neither of them could speak. They didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be said had been
shown to one another with their act of love and the joining of their bodies.
Rain began to fall in tiny droplets to cool the heat
radiating from them. Xavier slid to the
ground, tangled with his lover. Pulling Emile
close to his chest, he rolled onto his back to see the rain. It didn’t catch on his lashes. Every drop seemed to roll away from his face,
allowing them to see each droplet in full while they rained down from a vast
starry sky.
Neither of them tried to make sense of heaven. They didn’t have any questions left for the
Creator or what he stood for. The answer
had started and ended with them and that was all they cared to know. The rest would come in time.
As their hands found each other, and they snuggled in close,
naked and satisfied, Xavier wrapped them in his wings and closed his eyes.
***
Emile sat next to his grandmother, in awe she was really
there. He’d touched her face and hair so
many times he’d lost count. Rosalind
laughed softly, enveloping his hand in hers.
“I’ve been with you this entire time.” She kissed his hand. “Did you think I would leave you?”
Emile sputtered, “I-I just…I didn’t know. I was so tired, Gran. I was giving up hope. I thought I was crazy when I smelled you or
thought I saw…”
“You did see me because I allowed it.” She tightened her hold on his hand.
Lim snorted. “And she
didn’t get punished for that by the way.”
He slung a leg over the side of the armchair. He winked at her.
“Oh hush, you. I’m
not his guardian. I’m his.” Rosalind nodded at Xavier.
“My what?” Xavier
stiffened.
“It was my job to protect your future by guiding him to you,
by never letting him give up.” She
smiled warmly. “And I believe I did.”
Confused, but still giddy inside that his Gran was beside
him in the flesh, Emile looked at her.
“This whole time you were leading me to Xavier?”
“Lim needed a little help.
You can be stubborn at times...just like Xavier.” She laughed, turning back to Xavier. “Who do you think gave you the idea to get
coffee that first time you took Emile to class, Xavier, even though you’ve
never given anyone a gift in your entire existence? Furthermore, how did you know how Emile would
take his coffee?”
“Damn.” Xavier sat
back in his seat. “You’re right. I didn’t even think about it. I just know I needed to… No, I wanted to make
him feel better. I would have never.”
“See?” She
winked. “It’s all in the little
things. His plan has many components and
we are all a part of it.”
Lim got to his feet.
“All of us,” he confirmed and walked to the front door of heaven’s Raven
House.
Xavier and Emile almost ran to the man who walked through
the door. His red eyes were still there,
but they weren’t menacing anymore. They
were tinged in pink and happy to see them.
A white streak ran through his shoulder length hair, affirming his
choice in loyalties.
Botis kept his arms tucked over his chest, appearing shy or
scared of what they’d think. He looked
at the ground. “Hey.”
“Hey? That’s all I
get?” Emile lifted Botis’s chin with a
finger.
“Forgive me. I’m just…I’m
not ready for this,” Botis whispered, averting his eyes. “I’m not like you or Emile. I don’t belong here.” He hung his head. “I still don’t understand
why he accepted me.”
“If you didn’t belong here then why are you? Why are you here, Botis?” Xavier stepped
forward, overwhelmed with the change in his best friend’s appearance. His hair was silky and shiny; almost blue it
was so black. A lone streak of white
sliced through his inky tresses, playing off of his pale skin. His pink eyes, rimmed in red, glanced up
under pressure.
“I have no idea. I
feel as though I’ve been put here because there was nowhere else to place
me. You’re with Emile. She is here for you and Lim is here for the
Creator. Where does that leave me? What am I to do while you continue on? I have nothing left. I have done things I wish to forget. I am not worthy of here or you or him or
her. I have no purpose. I am cursed to breathe, Xavier.” Botis slowly clomped over to the window in
his chain link boots. His lip
trembled. “I am nothing.”
Rosalind walked to his side.
She put her arm around his waist.
Botis’s back went rigid. He
looked down at her as if he was about to see a ghost. Rosalind simply smiled. “The Creator has a plan for us all. He loves the good, the bad, and the
ugly. You, my sweet dark one, are more
than meets the eye. Just as Xavier was
made to believe there was no other way out, you have resigned to think the
same. You believe you were conjured by
that witch to suffer and be a prisoner of Lucifer’s.
“That’s not true. You
were born of the very air the Creator made.
You were forced to fight to survive and live through the pain to make
you stronger. He would never torture
you. He would never give you more than
you could handle, because right now, right here, I can see with my eyes you
made it through. Here you stand before
us, a survivor and a new warrior for the light.
“Only you can decide where you will go and who you will keep
close to you. But know you are never
alone now. You’ve been given the choice
and you made it to better your life. You
can do the same for those who are like you.
Botis, you were supposed to be here to do that. You were supposed to show those created as
you were that they too can survive and change.
And they will help you find them.
This is your family now. We are
here for you.” She touched his face
before she pulled him into her arms.
Lim covered his back, sandwiching the conjured demon turned
good guy in their embrace. “We’re here,
Botis. Can you be here for us?”
Sagging in their arms, Botis nodded, hiding his face in
Rosalind’s hair. His shoulders shook a
little. His heart could be felt by all
in heaven. The acceptance of a family
was all he had ever wanted. If only
someone had just accepted him and loved him, he would have never known what it
was to suffer because pain could only cut him physically, but rejection sliced
through his heart. Then again, he saw
the bigger picture now. He saw the
rewards he was given for coming out of his shell and making a stand. No matter how hard he had fallen at the
Creator’s feet to beg to be on his side.
His pride was still intact.
His heart still beat.
He was finally home.
Emile and Xavier came to his sides, completing their family
in a tight group hug. The tears wouldn’t
come for Botis because he didn’t need them.
His shoulders shook because he was quietly laughing with joy. Elation overflowed from his heart. When he looked up, his smile showed it.
He was about to deliver a quiet thank you, only his
intentions were interrupted by a creak at the front door. Two male angels in full battle gear swept
through the foyer. They stopped at each
side of the living room entrance and waited for Elsanah to enter first. Her heels clicked over the hardwood, giving
Xavier a second to shudder at the noise.
He couldn’t help it. The last
time he’d heard that noise…
He shook it off. This
was a new day and a different time in both of their lives. His mother did love him.
And he had to smirk at her appearance. Even in heaven his
mother held tight to her human disguise.
Her nose twitched, lifting her glasses a bit. She cut her green eyes to the group. “I see you’re all here.” She cleared her throat, looking Xavier up and
down. “And you,” her voice cracked, “you
look well.”
“Mom?” He took a step forward.
She shook out her hair much like a bird ruffled its
feathers. “I’m fine. You just look well, is all. I’m happy for you. It was never my intention to make you hate
me. I hope you can forgive me or at the
very least, forgive him.” She pointed to
the ceiling and stopped herself. She
chuckled. “Kind of silly to do that
here, isn’t it?”
“A little.” Xavier grinned. “Though, I guess you’re not used to pulling
that move up here, only for me.”
She closed the distance between them and touched his
shoulder. A feather bloomed under her
finger and she smiled. He touched her
hand. “I’m not mad at you. I was, but I get it now. You did what was best for me. If you hadn’t… I’m just really glad you did.”
“Tough love for a stubborn child.” She kissed his cheek quickly then regained
her professional posture, but not before whispering, “I love you, my son.”
Xavier held the words close to his heart, memorizing them so
he would never forget. He reached out
his hand and Emile twined their fingers together. “Botis stays here. If that’s what you came to talk about. He’s not leaving us.”
Botis tried to interject, but Elsanah silenced him with a
hand. “I’m not here about just
Botis. I’m here for all of you.”
“We’re leaving?”
Emile frowned. He shook his head,
dumbfounded. “This is my place. I’m not going anywhere.”
Elsanah raised her brows. A smirk teased her lips. “Aren’t we the bold one? Fitting for my son,
and expected as you are his other half.”
She laughed to herself. “It’s not
permanent, Emile. So, settle down. All angels are expected to work; especially
when we have demons stuck between the two ends.
You can consider this,” she gestured to the house, “your headquarters if
you like. I personally enjoy a Vegas
theme, but whatever you wish to call home, I suppose.”
The Archangel stared at Emile’s chest. The cross began to glow. He patted his chest, looking at her in a
state of panic. “What’s going on? Is it—is it blinking?”
Xavier put his hand to Emile’s chest to calm him. “Damn, it’s hot.” He shook his hand out. “Mom, what do we do?”
“Emile, are you burning?”
She crossed her arms, amused.
“No.” He dropped his
hands. “But, I am blinking. That’s a
problem.”
His cross burned white then started to fade only to glow
again. Elsanah clucked her tongue. “You are the messenger and you are being
summoned to a real problem.”
“Spit it out, mom.
Seriously.” Xavier grew anxious,
keeping his arm around Emile’s shoulders.
“You’ve been gone for a long time, Emile, as have you,
Xavier. Time moves in the blink of an
eye on this side. On earth, Emile,
you’ve been dead for almost three decades, and the demons stuck between have
been given their time to choose. It is
now time for you both to reap their souls and give them an ultimatum. They knew this day would come as did you all. You have been given the tools to carry out
the Creator’s wishes. It is time for you
to return and continue your journey.”
“We’re supposed to make them choose? Us?”
Xavier growled. “I didn’t sign up
for that.”
“I believe you told Bee that next time he would pay for his
ways, did you not?” Elsanah narrowed her
eyes. “And I assure you his ways haven’t
changed a bit.”
“Bee,” Xavier hissed, tightening his grip on Emile’s
shoulder. “He’ll rot.”
“Not unless he refuses Emile’s message from the Creator. If he accepts, his sins will be purged and he
will be reborn and welcomed here with open arms,” Lim explained. “The four of us will return to mankind and
find the demons one by one. They will be
given the choice in full detail. It is
up to us to make them see their wrongs and make them repent. If they don’t…they will join their king in
his permanent prison in the fires of hell, to suffer for all of eternity.”
“Then why the heck am I blinking? Someone fill me in here!” Emile fumed where he stood. He slapped his chest, growling through his
teeth.
“Somewhere on earth, a demon is using what power they have
left to cause destruction to a human.
You are being summoned to that location to deliver the message.” Elsanah lifted Xavier’s hand. “And you, my son—”
“I will enforce the punishment of their refusal,” he
finished.
He’d sent Lucifer to the doghouse. He knew exactly what the cuffs around his
wrists were meant to do now. Watching
the devil crumble into nothing then being sent to hell was a memory Xavier
would never forget. He couldn’t wait to
do it again. Anything to avenge the
memory of Emile being ripped away from him, however short their separation had
been. It had been too long in his book.
Xavier turned to Emile.
He took his hands in his. “This
is our purpose, not only to be together, but to finish making a change for
man. What you did, giving up your life
like that to save people who meant something to me was heroic and selfless. Now, I think it’s time I showed you the same
respect and protected the people who were once yours. I want to be better, Emile. I don’t want to hide up here. I want to be with you and our journey isn’t
done. We can still be together anywhere.”
Emile squeezed Xavier’s hands. “No.
It’s not done. It’ll never be
done, and I’m okay with that. A little
scared, but okay.”
“Scared of what?”
“I’m not some warrior like you, Xavier.” Emile played with the cuffs around Xavier’s
wrists. They reacted to his touch,
glowing softly. He smiled up at his
lover.
“You fight with your words.
You’re a warrior, too, Emile. We
can do this. We can offer them a home or
we can send them back to their worthless king.”
Xavier leaned in, putting his forehead to Emile’s. “Let’s do this. It’s not like you can die, right?” He grinned, forcing away the subtle pain in
being reminded of Emile’s human death.
Emile glanced up from under his lashes. His face glowed every few seconds from the
light of his cross. He snorted. “No, I guess I can’t.”
“Then it is done.”
Elsanah clasped her hands behind her back. “Emile and Xavier, you will return to man
with Lim and Botis at your side.
Together you will carry out the Creator’s plan until every last demon
has decided for themselves whether they wish to accept his love or not. You leave immediately.”
Turning to her, Emile’s eyes widened. “Now?”
“Unless you wish to sleep with your internal nightlight
blinking this evening, then yes, I mean now.”
Emile was quiet for a moment. He looked at his Gran. “What about you?”
Rosalind let go of Botis’s hand. “I’ll be here when you get back. Someone has to look after this place.” She smiled and opened her arms when Emile
came to her. She hugged him. “You’ll be fine. You always have been. Now you don’t need me to reassure you. You have him.”
Emile nodded, pulling away.
He stood in her loose embrace, staring into her warm eyes. “We’re coming back. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
She chuckled, sweeping her long silver hair over her
shoulder. “I’ll be here when you come
home. That’s a promise.” Rosalind pushed onto her tiptoes and kissed
his cheek. “Get going. A soul needs you out there.”
Xavier’s hands led him away.
Botis joined them on one side and Lim on the other. They faced Elsanah as a team of misfits. They’d all come from different places with
different stories, but as long as they had Xavier and Emile to get them
through, to be their rock and reminder of the Creator’s love, they knew they would
succeed on their mission.
Elsanah stepped back.
She lifted a hand, gesturing them towards the front door. Passing the two heavily armed Archangels in
full armor, Emile tightened his grip on Xavier’s hand and opened the front
door. On the other side of the threshold
it was nighttime. Light from a massive
old barn poured over an open yard of swaying grass. Wide fields encompassed the landscape to
either side of the structure and the small house next to it.
It was so quiet and pretty at night. Emile had a hard time picturing a demon being
drawn to something so old and beautiful.
The barn looked to be on its last legs from what he could see in the
dark. It was the kind of barn one would
drive by on the way to the city and wonder why it was still there as it was
basically done for, while at the same time thinking it would make a great
picture. The house was just as old. The railing was warped from years of use and
the front steps bowed in the middle.
Yet, something about the place was calming, breathtaking
even. Emile glanced at Xavier. His crossed thrummed with light across his
chest, calling him forward.
“You sure about this?”
Xavier glimpsed over his shoulder to gauge his team’s
reactions. He saw the determination in
their eyes and nodded at his lover. “You
do what you’ve always done and I’ll be right there beside you. Right, boys?”
“That’s the plan.”
Lim put a hand on Emile’s shoulder.
“I’m in.” Botis
elbowed Xavier, just happy to be a part of his new family’s mission.
Staring out over the farm in front of him, Emile took a deep
breath and crossed the threshold. He
planted his feet on fresh grass. The
minute he realized he was still half naked, he grinned and closed his eyes. Boots flowed over his feet, encasing his legs
up to the knees. His imagination as an
angel continued with dark jeans, snapping and buckling around his waist. He left his chest exposed, going for an open
knee-length leather coat.
Opening his eyes, he found Xavier smiling at him. Emile shrugged. “No one said angels had to wear white.”
Xavier tugged on his hand, bringing him closer. His eyes flashed white. “Think you’re a badass now?”
“I’m not the one with Satan bracelets, but I think I can do
just fine for myself.” Emile teased his
mate, pulling back before their lips could meet.
Botis rolled his eyes.
“You couldn’t pull off a shirt with that little trick? Why not just wear a sign around your neck,
something like ‘we’re here to annihilate you if you don’t say yes’.”
Lim laughed. “He’s
right, you know. Button up, little
one. Let’s go check out that barn.”
Huffing, Emile buttoned up his coat. He bumped shoulders with Xavier. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Hand in hand with his mate, Xavier walked his team up to the barn. “Do you feel that?”
Emile put his hand to the barn door. An uneasy sensation spread over him. Death, a very violent death had occurred
here. On top of death, he felt the
demon. His cross burned at his chest,
affirming they were in the right place.
He nodded. “Demon.”
“Humans, too.” Botis
sniffed.
Lim gripped the cracked open barn door. “Step back.”
His other hand went to the sword on his hip.
As he pushed the door into the barn, they could make out a
single swinging bulb hanging from a plank running across the bottom of the
upstairs loft. Hay once bundled into
tidy bails had been tossed all over the place, making a nest for the center of
the floor. Blood painted the walls, the
windows, and soaked into the gold piles.
Emile paled. Xavier
growled. Lim pulled his sword from his
belt, and Botis fisted his hands at the figure on her knees in the middle of
the room. She hunched over the body of a
young man. His foot twitched, but it was
just a reflex from the way she held him in her lap. Wisps of light escaped around her. The boy’s soul was leaking out and she was
very hungry.
Her teeth noshed. Wet
noises made their stomachs turn. The
boy’s eyes were cold and dead, staring at them as his head lolled to the side
at an unnatural angle.
Emile stepped forward.
He unbuttoned his coat, letting the light from his chest free. The room began to glow and the demon slowly
straightened, but didn’t show them her face. She kept her back to them.
“You’ve been given time to change your ways and understand
your wrongs. The Creator wishes to
collect on his bargain and your time here is done. Repent and ask for his forgiveness so you may
know his love or parish to the fires of hell forevermore, where you and your
king can burn for all time.”
Emile let his coat fall to the floor, where it burst into
specks of golden light and disappeared.
The boy’s body tumbled to the ground as she stood. It was then that the team noticed the other
bodies of his family piled against the far wall. They could feel the souls trapped in her
body, feeding her the power she’d lost long ago when her king had fallen. Her claws rapped against her palm. They felt her smile before they saw her
bloody lips for themselves.
Her decaying skin continued to flake away, as it always
had. Her eyes were black pits set into
her twisted face. Long fangs snapped as
she turned to them and lifted her horned head.
“I repent to no one,” she hissed, flinging blood from her
claws. “I am free and have fed. I have the power I need.” She fisted her clawed hand, triumphant.
Emile lifted a brow.
“I’ll take that as a no?”
Botis stepped forward from his hiding place at the back. “Hello, Deumos…”
Her smile fell. She
sniffed from the nostrils flattened into her rotting face. “Botis?”
“Oh yes, and I brought a few friends with me. I think you remember Xavier, the one who sent
your king to hell?”
Xavier let the swords around his wrists rip free. Fire engulfed each blade and this time he
would not be tamed when using them. He
smiled cruelly. “I think she remembers
me just fine.” His wings burst from his
back, giving him a darkly ethereal appearance.
“Those are not real.” She pointed to the swords. “Lucifer’s horns grow again… They will…”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Emile summoned his faith in the form of
golden light in each palm, seeing the fear manifest within her disgusting
features. “It’s really simple, Deumos. All you have to do is repent and say
yes. This doesn’t have to end
badly. Their souls can be returned to
the Creator and everyone can call it a night.
What do you say? Don’t make us
take them from you. Do the right thing
here.”
She hissed and backed away, before crashing through the barn
wall. The place rumbled, ready to come
down with the slightest push. Emile
looked at Xavier. “Feel like a run?”
Xavier snarled. He
grinned through his anger. “Only if I
get to watch you run from behind...my mate.”
Emile rolled his eyes, but laughed. He grabbed Xavier’s hand, the love of his
life, and led the hunt for Deumos.
The four of them took off through the hole in the wall
before the place came tumbling down.
Minutes later, under the open skies of the Creator, Xavier and Emile
fulfilled the first step of their destiny.
Deumos’s screams sent a message to all the demons near. The Creator’s boys were back. And this time,
they weren’t fucking around.
THE END
