Broken Wings
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,941
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9
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Chapter 2
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Slowly, Father Abel Nightroad walked through the elaborate rose hedges, not truly paying attention to where he was going as his thoughts spun circles in his head. It had been almost two months since he had helped stop the Rosen Kruenz Order with Sister Esther Blanchett, Earl Ion Fortuna, and Viscountess Astharoche Asran and returned with the information needed to start the ball rolling towards possible peace between the humans and the Methuselans. A few weeks after their return, Sister Esther’s true family had finally located her and asked that she return to them to take her rightful place. It was a surprise to everyone to discover that she was the Crown Princess of Albion, and with tearful good-byes, Sister Esther had left for Londinium with her grandmother.
But it wasn’t the loss of the young redhead that drove Abel into the garden on the sunny day. What was bothering him was that the Rosen Kruenz Order and the Contra Mundi, his brother Cain Nightlord, had been silent since their defeat in the Empire. While the rest of the AX Department was enjoying the unexpected lag in missions dealing with rogue vampires, Abel was waiting for the other shoe to drop even as he tried to puzzle out where Cain was most likely to strike next. Catarina had teased him about worrying his hair gray, and Abel had laughed while fingering his naturally silver hair before promising to relax.
Only he couldn’t because he was the only person who could stop Cain from destroying the world. Seth Nightlord, their sister, was tied up running the Methuselah Empire as she had for the past 900 years as Empress Vradica, and Lilith was dead, killed by Cain’s own hands. It might be possible for a combination of highly trained and skilled humans and Methuselans to take down a Crusnik, but Abel felt that it was highly unlikely due to their military training and their status as a superior predator to the Methuselah.
Suddenly, there was a sharp prick in the back of his neck, and Abel gasped in surprise and pain as fire raced through his veins, sweeping consciousness away beneath its onslaught.
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Francesco let out a small sight of relief as the Fallen One collapsed to the ground, silent and as unmoving as a shadow. He had been watching and planning for nearly a month since the Heavenly Angel had charged him with the destruction of the Fallen One, and he had finally discovered the opportunity to strike when the Fallen One had wandered deeper into the garden away from prying eyes.
Kneeling next to the motionless figure, the Cardinal quickly removed the glasses and ear cuffs that doubled as communicators with Sister Kate Scott of the Iron Maiden battleship before throwing them and the empty syringe into the thorny hedges, hiding them from sight. He reached out to run a gentle finger down the pale face, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty before him.
“It is no wonder you were able to entrap Catarina with this face,” Francesco murmured, a bitter smile on his face. Beautiful the Fallen One was, but the Angel was more so. “For all her training, faith and dedication, she is yet a female, and they are led astray by their basic nature.”
He would enjoy breaking this one.
Quickly, he gathered the Fallen One up and started for the door leading to the dungeons belonging to the Inquisitorial Department.
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Slowly, Father Abel Nightroad walked through the elaborate rose hedges, not truly paying attention to where he was going as his thoughts spun circles in his head. It had been almost two months since he had helped stop the Rosen Kruenz Order with Sister Esther Blanchett, Earl Ion Fortuna, and Viscountess Astharoche Asran and returned with the information needed to start the ball rolling towards possible peace between the humans and the Methuselans. A few weeks after their return, Sister Esther’s true family had finally located her and asked that she return to them to take her rightful place. It was a surprise to everyone to discover that she was the Crown Princess of Albion, and with tearful good-byes, Sister Esther had left for Londinium with her grandmother.
But it wasn’t the loss of the young redhead that drove Abel into the garden on the sunny day. What was bothering him was that the Rosen Kruenz Order and the Contra Mundi, his brother Cain Nightlord, had been silent since their defeat in the Empire. While the rest of the AX Department was enjoying the unexpected lag in missions dealing with rogue vampires, Abel was waiting for the other shoe to drop even as he tried to puzzle out where Cain was most likely to strike next. Catarina had teased him about worrying his hair gray, and Abel had laughed while fingering his naturally silver hair before promising to relax.
Only he couldn’t because he was the only person who could stop Cain from destroying the world. Seth Nightlord, their sister, was tied up running the Methuselah Empire as she had for the past 900 years as Empress Vradica, and Lilith was dead, killed by Cain’s own hands. It might be possible for a combination of highly trained and skilled humans and Methuselans to take down a Crusnik, but Abel felt that it was highly unlikely due to their military training and their status as a superior predator to the Methuselah.
Suddenly, there was a sharp prick in the back of his neck, and Abel gasped in surprise and pain as fire raced through his veins, sweeping consciousness away beneath its onslaught.
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Francesco let out a small sight of relief as the Fallen One collapsed to the ground, silent and as unmoving as a shadow. He had been watching and planning for nearly a month since the Heavenly Angel had charged him with the destruction of the Fallen One, and he had finally discovered the opportunity to strike when the Fallen One had wandered deeper into the garden away from prying eyes.
Kneeling next to the motionless figure, the Cardinal quickly removed the glasses and ear cuffs that doubled as communicators with Sister Kate Scott of the Iron Maiden battleship before throwing them and the empty syringe into the thorny hedges, hiding them from sight. He reached out to run a gentle finger down the pale face, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty before him.
“It is no wonder you were able to entrap Catarina with this face,” Francesco murmured, a bitter smile on his face. Beautiful the Fallen One was, but the Angel was more so. “For all her training, faith and dedication, she is yet a female, and they are led astray by their basic nature.”
He would enjoy breaking this one.
Quickly, he gathered the Fallen One up and started for the door leading to the dungeons belonging to the Inquisitorial Department.