Odin found a way to reach out to me and warn me? “I'll be careful and get all the information before I do anything.”
“ Promise me,” Trevor met my eyes with serious intensity. “I know you always say you can't live your life worried about the ties you have with others but it should be something that you take into consideration. You have a lot of people that would be worse off without you here. If nothing else, Odin's death should have shown you that. Odin knew when he placed himself between you and that blade that he was dying for all of us, not just you. Don't let his sacrifice be for nothing.”
“ I know,” I burrowed into his chest, placing my ear against him so I could hear his heartbeat. “As much as I refuse to run away from a fight simply because my death would hurt others, I've never been one to actively seek danger either. I promise I'll be as careful as possible and if it looks too dangerous, I won't do it.”
“ Thank you,” he sighed. “So you gonna ask Azrael to introduce you to his father?”
“ Does everyone know that Lucifer is Azrael's father except me?” I sat up straight and looked at Trevor with horrified eyes.
“ Pretty much,” Trevor shrugged. “He's the Angel of Death, who did you think fathered him?”
“ I don't know,” I pouted. “He never told me.”
“ You should have asked.”
“ I guess I should have,” I sighed.
“ I'm just messing with you, Minn Elska,” Trevor laughed. “I didn't know about Azrael's dad either, Roarke told me.”
Chapter Three
“Azrael, you home?” I called out as I walked through the hallway of Azrael's home in Shehaquim, the third Heaven. That's the one between corruptibility and incorruptibility. Yeah, I know, I didn't understand it either when Azrael told me.
“ In here,” Azrael called and I followed his voice down the hallway he used as a gallery, and into his office.
“ Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting,” I stopped short in the doorway when I saw he had company.
There were three other angels besides Azrael in the room, seated in chairs in front of Azrael's big wooden desk. Azrael was seated behind it, looking very serious and very beautiful. He was in a light blue dress shirt and black slacks, very unusual for Az, he was normally more casual. The other angels were just as nicely dressed, though in my opinion they couldn't hold a candle to Az. They all had amazing charisma though, making the priceless paintings mounted on the walls and the ancient sculptures set around the room on pedestals, fade into the background like so much junk.
Michael I knew already, he winked at me when he saw me, tossing his golden hair like a surfer boy. Next to him was a young man with golden brown hair and hazel eyes that looked me over like he was inspecting a new type of fungus. The last angel had dark brown hair and eyes even darker than that, darker than sin, which was kind of ironic I guess. He had a face I would sooner call severe than handsome. He was definitely attractive but in a vicious, apathetic kind of way. Hey, some women like that, I don't judge.
Their wings made the large space seem much smaller, even with them pulled in tight to their backs. They were fascinating, each pair was different. Azrael's were jet black, so black that it seemed to absorb the other colors in the room, even the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains was conquered by the darkness of those wings. Michael's were white, an extreme opposite to Azrael's, and the boyish angel had dove gray wings, like Azrael's and Michael's had mixed. The last guy had wings which were the most unusual of the lot, white fading to pure gold at the tips.
“No, it's fine, Carus,” Azrael stood and the others stood with him, turning toward me so that I got the full potency of their impressive looks, complete with delicate tattoos of angelic script on their cheeks. “We were just finishing. I know you've met
“ Promise me,” Trevor met my eyes with serious intensity. “I know you always say you can't live your life worried about the ties you have with others but it should be something that you take into consideration. You have a lot of people that would be worse off without you here. If nothing else, Odin's death should have shown you that. Odin knew when he placed himself between you and that blade that he was dying for all of us, not just you. Don't let his sacrifice be for nothing.”
“ I know,” I burrowed into his chest, placing my ear against him so I could hear his heartbeat. “As much as I refuse to run away from a fight simply because my death would hurt others, I've never been one to actively seek danger either. I promise I'll be as careful as possible and if it looks too dangerous, I won't do it.”
“ Thank you,” he sighed. “So you gonna ask Azrael to introduce you to his father?”
“ Does everyone know that Lucifer is Azrael's father except me?” I sat up straight and looked at Trevor with horrified eyes.
“ Pretty much,” Trevor shrugged. “He's the Angel of Death, who did you think fathered him?”
“ I don't know,” I pouted. “He never told me.”
“ You should have asked.”
“ I guess I should have,” I sighed.
“ I'm just messing with you, Minn Elska,” Trevor laughed. “I didn't know about Azrael's dad either, Roarke told me.”
Chapter Three
“Azrael, you home?” I called out as I walked through the hallway of Azrael's home in Shehaquim, the third Heaven. That's the one between corruptibility and incorruptibility. Yeah, I know, I didn't understand it either when Azrael told me.
“ In here,” Azrael called and I followed his voice down the hallway he used as a gallery, and into his office.
“ Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting,” I stopped short in the doorway when I saw he had company.
There were three other angels besides Azrael in the room, seated in chairs in front of Azrael's big wooden desk. Azrael was seated behind it, looking very serious and very beautiful. He was in a light blue dress shirt and black slacks, very unusual for Az, he was normally more casual. The other angels were just as nicely dressed, though in my opinion they couldn't hold a candle to Az. They all had amazing charisma though, making the priceless paintings mounted on the walls and the ancient sculptures set around the room on pedestals, fade into the background like so much junk.
Michael I knew already, he winked at me when he saw me, tossing his golden hair like a surfer boy. Next to him was a young man with golden brown hair and hazel eyes that looked me over like he was inspecting a new type of fungus. The last angel had dark brown hair and eyes even darker than that, darker than sin, which was kind of ironic I guess. He had a face I would sooner call severe than handsome. He was definitely attractive but in a vicious, apathetic kind of way. Hey, some women like that, I don't judge.
Their wings made the large space seem much smaller, even with them pulled in tight to their backs. They were fascinating, each pair was different. Azrael's were jet black, so black that it seemed to absorb the other colors in the room, even the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains was conquered by the darkness of those wings. Michael's were white, an extreme opposite to Azrael's, and the boyish angel had dove gray wings, like Azrael's and Michael's had mixed. The last guy had wings which were the most unusual of the lot, white fading to pure gold at the tips.
“No, it's fine, Carus,” Azrael stood and the others stood with him, turning toward me so that I got the full potency of their impressive looks, complete with delicate tattoos of angelic script on their cheeks. “We were just finishing. I know you've met
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