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Menace. That’s all she was. And I would haul her ass–all one hundred and fifty pounds of it–if I had to so she was reminded of who she was dealing with. I was frustrated that despite my self-control and hatred for demons, she did incite a physical reaction from me. She was beautiful. As deadly as her spitting venom and ability to kill. Most feared me but here I was being mocked. There was a reason why Haymen didn’t want me so close and this little new generation Guardian was ignorant to the fact of who I was and what I could do to her.
The others had some sense about them which is why her roommates changed almost instantly into one of their demon forms. Their demon ancestry knew who I was so why didn’t Vivian’s react in the same defensive way? Why was she not scared of me? It has been a very long time since anyone had the audacity to speak to me like that, whether Haymen’s pet or not. Others knew their place.
I looked towards the open doors of her balcony. I could sense an angel close by and knew it wasn’t just any one. I heard Vivian singing some terrible girl power song in the shower and assessed how long I might have to confront our new guest. I would make sure that this conversation didn’t last long. I jumped off the balcony silently. The strength and extension of my wings swooped me up into the sky of day. I would’ve preferred night and cloud coverage like most of my conversations. I kept soaring up until the air got thinner and I broke through the first layer of clouds. There, slowly padding her soft pink wings was Lyra. Instead of her fighter’s gear she came to me in a silken gold dress that swept around her curves. Her blonde curls were unaffected by the wind. She sat on one of the clouds not that it could hold her weight if her wings weren’t beating but it was for added effect that she had been waiting.
“What are you doing in Shabeah, I told you to stay and aid Torrin in my stead,” I growled at her. I didn’t want any of my angels in this city and I had directly ordered all of them not to come. Her disregard for my word was becoming far too frequent. I was also pissed by her cockiness to enter the city of demons without any military garment or obvious weapons.
“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?” she said looking at her nails and shrugging her shoulders. Which is exactly why I had never divulged in Lyra; for all her beauty and brains and ample offers she overstated her power.
“Go,” I growled and it rumbled through sky. She looked up into the dark clouds that began to sweep over. I was angry and didn’t handle control when my direct orders were being ignored. Panic slightly sunk in but not enough for her to leave empty handed.
“We don’t understand your way of thinking. Please, Gabe. You are the king of your city-“ I growled at her term ‘King’. I hated the term it was disrespectful to who I was and what I stood for. King was the title of selfish human men. “Apologies, Gabe.” She said dipping her head and started to concern herself with the dark clouds that began thundering above.
“Thirty days is all you have to handle. If not less. My investigation is underway and if you find yourself meddling on it again you will find that your wings won’t be able to fly for a year.” A crackle of thunder lit the sky and hit the ground in the forestry outside of Shabeah. I needed to release this anger and build-up of frustration. Her supple skin went paler and I knew she feared the coloring of my eyes which would have changed from a forest green to a winter storm blue. I have killed thousands of men with these eyes. She was only but one.
She came closer as if to comfort me, her voice ever so small.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with this investigation, Let one of the others do it for you, let me be of assistance!” She said as if to reach out to me. Her admiration had gone too far and her desperation to touch me only thickened my revolt in that moment. Another bang hit the ground and this time it wasn’t too far from her.
“Do you think I would jeopardize someone else in the city that is overlooked by Haymen himself after one of our own was just murdered?! Leave!” I ordered and this time for all the sass and overconfidence she swept in with, she fled with her tail between her legs. I inhaled, wishing I didn’t have to be so cruel to my own kind. Not all of them had fought beside me in the last war, many of my fellow guards had been killed by Haymen’s demons, only a few remained. They didn’t understand what the edge of war looked like. It always only started with the death of one... and then the edges of villages and then empire against empire. This treaty and human world was the center point for all the other worlds and homes that had been destroyed in that war. That’s why so many demons and angels now lived here. Demons had numerous worlds whereas us angels had only one, chose to live in only one. We were lucky to have protected our own during the last war. Never would I let it come to that again. Since then I dedicated my life and living quarters to the human world to watch those who might try to create another resistance or war.
When Lyra had completely vanished safely, I swooped back down trying to ease my fury. I lightly padded on the deck of Vivian’s balcony and knew as soon as I touched ground that her usual dark energy that surrounded her wasn’t in the room. The shower was still going and to double check I opened up the door. She was gone. I pushed the door back and, in a rage, swept through the doors and swooped up again. I headed back for the clouds so I could hide amongst them for coverage and sense out the demonic energy that surrounded her. I made sure to familiarize myself with her energy so I knew where she was when she decided to run. I thought surely she couldn’t have gotten too far in the time I was gone... evidently I was mistaken.
