My Lord's Judgment Read Free

might not have done it right. He
was just pulling his hand away, when the world spun around him and
he was on his back looking up into the darkest blue eyes he’d ever
seen.
    And he had a knife at his neck. Wonderful.
What a night!
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Chapter 2
    Samael
awoke to find a human touching him. He no longer recognized his
surroundings, and his heart was racing. Danger could be anywhere.
It had begun. He was human. Now what?
    He was surprised to find that he had all of
his memories intact. He’d expected their removal, and did not know
whether to be pleased to remember or horrified that he would always
know what was lost.
    “Whoa, whoa. Ummm… could you please put the
knife away?” Samael looked into the man’s big brown eyes and saw
his fear. The idea that he caused it made his heart squeeze in his
chest. He had always hated that look but, as Death, he had come to
expect people’s abhorrence of him.
    “Who are you?” He refused to put away his
only line of defense until he determined what was going on.
    “Umm …m..my name is Brandon. I...I was in the
alley when you…uh…showed up. I was just checking to see if you were
okay, man. I meant no harm.” The kid’s hands were up near his head,
in an open, pacifying position. He did not appear dangerous. Matter
of fact, he was much smaller than Samael and could easily be
overtaken if he tried anything. Besides, he looked as if someone
had already given him a once over with their fists. He would be
weak, his energy depleted. Removing the weapon, Sam pushed himself
into a sitting position next to the human.
    “Where am I?” The man called Brandon sat up
beside him, still looking like he would rather be anywhere
else.
    “Ummm, we’re in an alley, off South Hill
Street.” The response was somewhat muffled as the human next to him
wiped what looked to be blood off his mouth.
    “Where is that? What city?” Samael was not
looking forward to the imminent conversation. Who does not know
where they are?
    Brandon’s eyebrows went to his hairline and
he just stared for a minute. When he spoke again, his voice made it
sound like he was speaking to a crazy person. Sam did not blame
him. “We’re in L.A….umm….Los Angeles.”
    Samael chuckled, raised his eyes upward and
then shook his head. “The City of Angels. You always did have a
sense of humor.”
    “Who?” The kid’s voice drew him back.
    He was young, early twenties, if that. Skinny
and lanky, he had some muscle, but it was long and lean. No bulk
about him. He had jet-black hair, cut short in the back and long in
the front, so that it hung over large chocolate eyes rimmed with
kohl. High cheekbones, long lashes, full lips. Attractive looking
man. He was wearing all black; the kid must like the color.
    “Never mind. Thank you for your help, but I
must go now.” Samael stood, and groaned. Pain radiated around his
body. He almost fell over, but Brandon steadied him.
    “Hey, are you okay? Well, of course you’re
not, you just ….erm… What happened to you?”
    “I fell.” He didn’t know a better way of
explaining.
    “Okay, well, maybe you should go to the
hospital and get checked out, because you…um… ‘Fell’ pretty damn
hard.” The man didn’t seem like he believed the excuse. Sam looked
up and saw a decent drop from the top of the building. He glanced
back at Brandon and realized the kid had thought he was trying to
kill himself.
    “No, I didn’t….I really did fall. I don’t
need a physician. I’ll be fine.”
    “Uh, whatever you say, man.” He started to
walk away, but the kid stopped him again. “Listen, I don’t think
you should go anywhere like that, you’ll be locked up before you
could snap your fingers.”
    Samael blinked at Brandon, and then looked
down at his nakedness. Oh, right. No clothing. Humans had laws
about that sort of thing.
    “I don’t have any clothes, so I really don’t
have a choice.” The man looked as if he was doing some thinking, an
internal battle of some