TEN YEARS LATER
Liam came with a grunt, softly kissing my cheek he hovered over me for a moment; holding himself up with his arms. After a few moments, when he knew he was completely spent, he pulled out and headed toward my shower. I wrinkled my nose, this was not my favorite time of the month, and I hated the mess of his fluids dripping out of me and down my thigh. Ten years had passed since I had first become a Hunter, and one of the few women ones at that. Liam and I both had entered at the same time, and were around the same age. We got along well enough and were in the same unit; so when the decree for procreation came to be, I had propositioned him for my own safety.
The decree had stated that due to the decrease of humans and increase in Nephilim, women were to be sexually active during their ovulation periods. If the woman already had a preferred sexual partner it would be honored, if she did not one would be chosen for her at random each month. Many of the women who were without a partner found themselves in very bad situations due to this, and quickly found someone they knew who would attest to being their partner. The object was to increase the population (specifically women as there were not many of us left due to the Nephilim) and also the ranks of Hunters. The babies would be taken from their mothers shortly after birth and raised in a central facility. It was barbaric and cruel to separate mothers and children, yet I could see the logic of it. As one of the few female Hunters I was still subject to this law, and were I to fall pregnant would continue my duties without going into the field. I had approached Liam specifically because of his physical attributes but also because we were close friends who had helped each other get through training. As the only girl in our group I had faced extra hardships and discrimination, Liam was one of the few who did not treat me differently and actively stood up for me when the others leered and wanted to be assholes. He and I had stayed late many times training, he helped me to build my endurance, strength and agility. Liam himself was incredible, he had previously been a soccer player at the professional level, he was fast and graceful. His body was taut lean muscle, and he taught me everything he knew. As a result my own body was well toned, and I could move quicker than anyone, save him; as well beat them in a fight. Just because I wasn't bulky did not mean I was weak, a fact I had to prove over and over to some of these meatheads. Liam was British, stranded here right before "the event" as it was called, when this whole shit show began. I remember being struck by his beauty when I first saw him, his mop of sandy blonde hair covering one eye, his visible eye a deep cocoa color with a mischievous glint in it, his mouth crooked up in a grin and both his ears slightly pointed at the tops. He stood at around 6'2", which was the perfect height for me at around 5'6", and always had a lighthearted way about him that could diffuse any situation no matter how tense, a good person to have on your side. Given his temperament and physical abilities I figured if I had to degrade myself several days each month, he was the one to do it with, and hopefully pass on his killer genes to our child. It wasn't that there wasn't affection between us, there was some, but often we just did our duty and were finished; it was fine with both of us and kept me safe. No one dared look sideways at me knowing I was "Liam's woman" and as such we were often sent on missions together. Nephilim liked human women, frequently kidnapping and raping them to produce their own offspring. Liam was more than capable, as was I; in our ten years together I had never been at risk of being taken.
"Alright Ver, your turn" he came out in a towel, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. My eyes tracked down his smooth chest to his abdomen, where the two lines dipped dangerously low. He caught me looking and waggled his eyebrows "like what you see?"
I grinned "been there, seen that" and shrugged, kicking my legs over the side of my bed and heading to clean up.
"Better hurry, don't want to miss breakfast!" I grimaced, I knew we were going to be getting new assignments today, we had just finished hunting a particularly wily Nephilim. Now since we had succeeded we would be getting new instructions for our unit. I washed off quickly, tying my wet hair back in a low braid and wiggling into my uniform. Liam was waiting for me, his all black uniform fitting him like a glove. The shirts were made of mesh like breathable material, body hugging and reinforced by goodness knew what to essentially operate like armor. The pants were made of thicker stuff, still very breathable and lightweight, with various pockets to slide weapons in. We each had either a vest or low slung belt to hold more items, and my personal weapon; the scythe was in a holster strapped on my back. He looked great, I couldn't deny his sex appeal; and thanked the universe he was my friend, partner in battle, and willing to lay with me. Truly I had gotten lucky, even if we weren't romantically involved and it was more of a friends with benefits situation it was enough; the little bit of affection helped both of us. Once I was ready he held his hand out, and taking it we headed down to breakfast.
The barracks were exceptionally noisy this morning, something had everyone in an uproar. I saw a knot of men surrounding something or someone, it was too damn early for this, glancing up at Liam I saw concern on his face. He dropped my hand and strode forward, I quickly scanned the room, Liam and I outranked most of the men here so if something was amiss it fell to us as Lieutenants. He pushed his way through the tangle with ease and I heard him sternly giving orders, the men stepped back and he caught my eye. I had worked with him long enough to know what he needed, and walked toward him. As I got closer I saw a woman next to him, fiery red hair, her jaw set, chin high and tear streaks evident on her face. Holy shit, another woman! I quickened my pace and approached her carefully, I was sure her tears were due to the men pawing at her, she was a small thing, maybe 5'3" at best. Her clothes were the same as ours, and fit her curvy body tightly; she was beautiful and it was easy to see why the sex starved men had lost all reason. It was only a small number who would dare act this way, but that was more than enough to terrify someone. I stood in front of her leaning over to hear Liam whisper to me.
"She's new, first official day, and these animals couldn't resist some groping and grabbing. Care to do your thing?" He raised one brow, knowing me too well, I had a pretty strong feminist tendency. I grinned widely, more than happy to demonstrate for these morons. I glanced over my shoulder at the woman, her chin still tipped up and her eyes fiery, how I hoped she would be assigned to us; she had spunk after all.
"Your name?" I asked evenly. Careful not to spook her but hoping she found comfort in another woman.
"Cassandra," she said quietly but firmly "most call me Cassi." I nodded, time to remind these men who seemed to have forgotten that women can be just as deadly.
Grinning like a maniac I addressed the crowd "can anyone tell me WHY you decided to accost Cassi?" I demanded, my voice cold. I wasn't known as the Shadow Walker for nothing, I was one of the best Hunters and could be just as fearsome as anyone else on the team. I saw the group shrink back, I grasped my scythe and pulled it out of its sheath, the weapon slowly unfolding in my hands to its full size. Its blade gleamed in the light, a dark obsidian flowing into its long matte black handle, that boasted a curve for better wielding.
"If one of you fuckers doesn't answer me now I will punish everyone here" I looked down my nose, "and as most of you know I am more than capable if you dare." My mouth tipped upward in a half smile half snarl, daring them. I heard Liam exhale behind me, amused with my theatrics. I pointed my scythe at the nearest man, the tip dangerously close to his throat.
"You must know something, being so close to the front" I cocked my eyebrow at him. "It would be wise to talk" I inched the scythe closer, pushing it against the tender skin. He gulped audibly.
"We didn't mean anything by it, Lieutenant! We were just trying to help!"
"Help?" I turned to Cassandra "and just how were they trying to help?" Making sure she had a chance to speak, letting her defend herself.
"They helped me by grabbing me, groping me and asking if I had a man already." Her eyes were like two hardened stones, gazing harshly at several men. I made a note that these were probably the ones who were the culprits. "I told them to stop, but they didn't listen; and continued touching me as if I was a piece of property." Then she stepped up next to me, "I asked you to stop! And you couldn't listen, couldn't respect it. I hope that I do not have to work alongside any of you because the thought sickens me! And never, ever, will I do my duty with any of you assholes who dared objectify me." She then took a step forward, now in front of me "and if any of you think to do it again I will show no mercy" she growled, her voice laced with venom "I may have held back today, but it will not happen again. Mark my words." She spun on her heel and walked back to Liam, I felt my chest puff with pride, she clearly did not need me; I was definitely going to ask for her to be in our unit. The other members knew not to mess with a woman anyways, and I saw them far on the other side of the cafeteria, clearly not involved in this. I slammed my scythe into the floor, causing a vibration under our feet.
"Let this be a warning to you dickheads. She is to be treated with the same respect as I am, and if you mess with her like that again she has full permission to draw her weapon on you." I saw some nodding, some looking shocked and others smirking, "make no mistake boys, you are expected to think with your big heads not your little ones. If you can't do that I will happily punish you until you can." I sheathed my weapon and smiled sweetly.
"Fuck, I forgot how dangerous she is" I heard one whisper near me.
"She's the shadow alright, fucking terrifying, Liam is a brave man." Another intoned. My little charade always worked, only my team knew who I really was; and even then only to a degree. Liam was the only person who saw me for who I truly was, the only one I had let see it. I turned and headed back to Liam and Cassi, I held my hand out to her.
"Verity, I look forward to working with you" she smiled at me and took my hand.
"Cassandra, and likewise! Thank you, I was worried I would have to hurt someone but didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day."
"I wouldn't worry" Liam intoned, "these jackoffs will be fine. Most of them aren't like that" he grinned "and you won't have to worry about any of the men in our unit, they are all used to Ver" he slung an arm around my shoulder. Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened knowingly.
"Of course, I hope to be placed with you both" she looked at his arm that was draped loosely around me "I assume you are?"
I nodded "yes, we are a pair, but you are welcome to him if you like" I jabbed him in the ribs and he faked being hurt, Cassandra snickered. "And we will speak to the commander to make sure you are with us, though I can't imagine him placing you anywhere else."
"I appreciate it" she nodded "and as for your offer with him" she eyed Liam appreciatively, "I would definitely consider it, he's probably one of the best if he's with you." She wasn't wrong, and to be honest I didn't mind sharing. Liam and I hadn't had any luck, but it's not like we really tried. I wanted to be pregnant like I wanted a hole in my head, so I never did anything to help the matter. It was a business transaction nowadays anyway, sure sometimes we got into it, especially after we had taken a Nephilim down. Full of adrenaline, and the thrill, we would attack each other in a fervor of lust, blood and sweat; until we hit our sweet release. Liam of course would have to be ok with adding another woman into his rotation, and I was not sure how he would react, I looked at him curious. His brown eyes had gone wide in surprise, and his grip on me had tightened a bit.
"I will take that as a compliment" he smiled, "we can take that one day at a time. There are a lot of good men here, not just myself; but I am open to it." He squeezed my shoulder gently, and I knew of course he would be willing to but I would remain his priority. "Now, how about breakfast ladies?" He turned to Cassandra "you can meet the rest of the team too, I'm sure you will like them." He smiled, and letting his arm drop gestured her to follow him and we went to get our trays, my stomach rumbling already.
We quickly got our food and I gave every man who dared look at us a death glare. I supposed they had gotten so used to me, that I wasn't even considered a woman anymore. Which was fine by me, but their treatment of Cassi had been abhorrent. And while it had only been a handful of men, it was more than it should have been. Our metal trays clacked as we placed them on the table with the rest of the team who were already almost done. While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with th
After a rather rowdy breakfast we were ready to receive orders. Cassi stayed behind, as she was new; and was being tested for placement on a team. I had spoken to the Commander and requested her, after all us ladies had to stick together right? He had said he would consider my request, especially since I made several good points about the fact my team was already used to having a woman with them; which meant she wouldn't be in danger. I just hoped he would take me seriously, I had no doubt she could hold her own; but did not want her to have to. We loaded up into the truck, it was an older beat up thing; but it had wheels and moved. Gas was in short supply so we only used the vehicles if we were sent out further, which we had been. Todd was driving, with Devon riding shotgun and the rest of us were piled in the back. Jason was keeping an eye out behind us, guns ready should he spot anything; and Devon was doing the same in the front. I was sandwiched in between Liam and Jason,
I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and deadly. The cool metal warmed in my hand as I leapt to stand next to Todd, our weapons glinting in the light. "How long?" I asked, my back against his. "Only a few minutes" he grunted, blocking an attack "they all came at once." Devon fired a shot and I felt the air move as the bullet whizzed b
Kokabiel, fucking Kokabiel. He wasn't just any fallen angel, he was a high ranking fallen; and the commander of an army of spirits. Residing in the nether realms it was rare to see him, and those that had never lived to tell the tale. He was known as the most sadistic of the Watchers, and one of the most powerful; and he had Jason. Frozen in place we watched in horror as the angel opened his mouth to scream again, ensuring we all could not move. No wonder those who encountered a Watcher rarely came back; these earplugs would not work against them. He began to strip Jason down, taking care with his clothes and folding them. Jason was trying to struggle but with little success, the scream rendering him more useless than us. I watched, unable to even blink, as Kokabiel knelt by Jason, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing his head so far back I thought his neck would snap. Then he slammed Jason's face into the ground, I heard the crunch of his bones breaking apart, and when he pull
I wasn't sure what happened first, if it was Devon's gunfire or Liam's yell but we moved as one. Snaking through the Nephilim, Todd jumped in the driver's side and started the truck. The damn things had been too busy with Jason so we were able to get a very small head start, but that was all we needed. The tires screeched painfully as Todd violently peeled out. We jumped in the back, Devon's rifle aimed at the sky and Liam's katana at the ready. My scythe was out and in my hands, ready to slice anything that came for us. The truck bumped along the hard ground, dust kicked up by our speed and we saw them coming for us. We needed to get back to the safety of the base ASAP, then they couldn't get us. The base was surrounded by weapons, manned at all times and even if they chased us to the gates we had enough firepower there to take a Nephilim down. We also had to get back with the valuable information about Kokabiel, because if his screams paralyze
We didn't have to say why we were upset. It was obvious we were down one member, and while we would have to report and explain; everyone was willing to give us a minute to decompress. It wasn't like we could mourn him when we had been paralyzed and in mortal danger, now that we were safe it came flooding out. The tears, the sobbing, the screams all came flowing out of us as we allowed the emotions free rein. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but it was a good amount of time because the sky was darkening by the time we could move. We slowly untangled ourselves, our bodies stiff. Standing up and stretching to encourage blood flow we trudged inside, knowing command would want to see us, but also knowing we needed to clean up first. It had been a long and arduous day. We moved on autopilot, slowly, methodically. Each of us lost in our own thoughts.I felt like a robot as I went
The second he asked if I could handle it I knew it would be good, no scratch that; I knew it would be great. Jason always had an easy way about him, something that made you comfortable around him instantly. The same way in which when I looked into his kaleidoscope blue eyes, his hand around my throat; I knew I could trust him. That I could submit completely to him and he had me, and would watch over me. As he applied slow pressure I felt the lack of oxygen begin to make me lightheaded, then he let go. I grinned, licking my lips and moved in for another kiss."Good girl" he murmured, his teeth once more nipping and pulling at my lips. He pushed me on the bed and pinned my arms above my head with one hand. Straddling me he used his nimble fingers on his free hand to work my shirt up, sliding the material above my breasts, and pulling my bra down. My nipples grew taunt as the air
His hand slid through my hair, fingertips gently grazing my scalp, slowly moving toward the crown of my head. His hand rested there for a moment before slowly constricting, grabbing a fistful of hair; claiming possession of me. I could not move, not even an inch; startled I looked down into his eyes. They swallowed me whole in their bright blueness, the gentle crinkles of his laugh lines surrounding them. I knew with just that look that I was safe; that he had me in his capable hands. Mind, body and soul. In that moment while I recognized I was safe with him, he recognized he had absolute power over me."It's ready for your mouth to get to work" he said as he pressed himself against me, his rigid cock digging into my leg. I slid down his body slowly, dragging my breasts along his stomach and legs. His eyes clouding over with lust as I did so. I took the tip of him in my mouth,
SEVERAL CENTURIES LATER CAIN “Come on Dad,” Vita taunted, flicking her long dark hair behind her shoulder. Her stance was low, feet planted firmly on the ground. I grinned at her, showing my teeth in a feral grin. My middle child was a feisty little spitfire of a Nephilim. She was so much like her mother, in looks and attitude; which is exactly why she and Yona fought constantly. Both of them headstrong, wildly intelligent and with tongues so sharp they could flay skin from bone. I glanced up briefly before lunging forward, quickly flipping her onto her back, not to be out maneuvered she landed a kick to my stomach that had me shuffling backward with the force. Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark
YONA His pain was cleaving my heart in two. This tortured, beautiful man across from me deserved so much more than he was allowing himself to have. His eyes shimmered with the pain of his loss, and the knowledge tore at my soul. He was mourning, and had been for centuries; but also couldn’t move on without feeling guilty. The struggle was written all over his face and I couldn’t hesitate lest it cost me. Leaning forward I cupped his cheek, my hand brushing over the rough stubble there, before I met his chapped lips with mine. He groaned at the contact, his hands fisting at his sides as he fought his urges. I knew, I could feel, he wanted this; me. Yet he thought himself unworthy, and he had to reach his breaking point before he gave in, a point I planned to push him to. My fingers gently traced a path down his arm, resting at his wrist, my tongue flicking at the seam of his mouth, begging for entrance. In a moment I was under him, Cain having lunged forward, his arms wrapped around
CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face swam in my mind and I was lost to my eternal grief. God's ultimate joke on me. Curse me, exile me, then give me a family only to rip them away before saddling my pathetic soul to some poor Nephilim. Not just that, one of Shamshiel’s descendants; so I could never truly escape nor be at peace. Wasn’
YONA The days blurred into weeks, and weeks blurred into months. Cain had left, nowhere to be found, not that I had really tried. He didn’t want me, not that I blamed him. From what I knew of Verity she had been exceptional. A strong, sassy woman, who was not afraid to put him in his place while rejoicing in all that he was. I wasn’t stupid, a connection like that would never be forgotten, replaced, or broken; even in death. He would fight this until the last breath I was certain, and in the meantime we both got to feel like shit. Castor was pumping me full of tonics and supplements, keeping my strength and nutrients up but it was only delaying the inevitable. I sighed and leaned forward on the table, needing a minute to collect my thoughts through the brain fog that had been getting thicker and thicker the longer this went on. “Yona,” my fathers voice cut through the room, kind and gentle. I hadn’t heard him even come in, but then again he had a tendency to sneak up on people. “D
YONA His eyes pierced through mine, becoming hard specks of ice as he drank me in. My feathers were ruffling in response to his scrutiny, as though trying to reassure him that it was ok. I slowly turned to fully face him, our eyes never leaving each other. Both of our hands moved to our chests, and I knew before I felt it, a soul tie, with Cain. I saw the rejection in his eyes, and felt my heart splinter at the same moment. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in fulfilling this, he had his one true love; a woman I could never compare to nor take the place of. Did I truly expect him to be happy? To fling himself into my arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? No. Cain was a man born of violence and bloodshed. A creature of all things dark and deadly. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he was wild and untameable; a man who only yielded to those who deserved it. As she had. Yet we both knew the consequences if we didn’t allow this bond to happen. Would he be so cruel as to force me to suff
YONATWO CENTURIES LATER “ You know that’s the wrong color for that don’t you?” Castor asked me as I furiously ground the herbs in the mortar. I looked up, grinning at the old Nephilim who sat on a stool beside me. “Oh I know, but I added in some extras for an experiment,” I said around a smile. He laughed, his low chuckle warming my heart. Castor was ancient at this point, he had been old when I was born and it didn’t take a genius to know he didn’t have another century in him. He had been young when he knew Shamshiel, my fathers father, and had begun to age quicker once both of his wings were lost to him. Angels didn’t age, but Nephilim did, being that we were half human. Despite that our life spans were quite long, most Nephilim lived until 600 years or so. Castor would tell me stories of my father from when he was growing up, and quite the pain in the ass. He spoke of the war torn society of that time, of Shamshiel and his many children. Of a time when an angel or Nephilims goal
LIAM THREE YEARS LATER I looked out the office window, drinking in the mostly barren landscape but pleased to note several small looking saplings, their greenery a welcome sight. The attack on us three years ago had turned out to be widespread, from the Officials and fallen that were aligned with them. Their goal had been to wipe out the things in their way. Mainly us and the “friendly” angels. Of course women were to be taken captive, with the goal of procreating. As in all wars the humans were divided, many defected, choosing to join the side they thought was winning. Our base had gone down significantly in number, but now that the Officials were no more and the fallen aligned with them were mostly gone we could focus on repair. The remaining opposing forces had fled, and once we had regrouped we hunted them down like the dogs they were. Eliminating the angels and Nephilim, and jailing the humans who came willingly. As the years passed we dealt with them on a case by case situation
CAIN No one at the nest had been happy about my appearance, again their instincts warned them to stay away, that I was dangerous. They skirted me warily, all except the infuriating angel. I didn’t require much, a place to lay my head and the basics, as such I had been given a room close to the training area. It worked out well, I was able to unleash my violent tendencies there without harming anyone. My room was plain, cavern like, a pallet and not much else. Shamshiel had recognized my inherent need to wander as well, and made use of that. Sending me on longer missions either by myself or with a small group of Nephilim. Over the centuries his offspring got used to me, to my curt personality and rough ways. Eventually they would come to spar with me, and Shamshiel would sometimes watch, a smug smile on his face like he’d done me a favor. In a sense he had, the gaping hole that had been eating away at my soul was slowly closing. It wasn’t exactly a friendship, but whatever it was it w
CAINI felt the bond sever the moment Shamshiel took his last breath. It felt like my heart had a bitch of a cramp, not like the searing pain when Verity’s was snuffed out. This was quieter, subtle, just like the man himself. Leave it to the damn angel to try to sneak out of this life without me. Anger and rage poured out from my throat, my head angled back at the sky, the spines of Kokabiel’s wings slipping from my hands and slamming onto the ground. It just wasn’t fair, why did he have to die? Why wasn’t it me? I wanted to die, why, why was he taken instead? Hearing my raw screams the angels Shamshiel had left to guard the nest came flying quickly. After all, I was maybe a half mile away at this point and this asshole had the audacity to die on me. The sound of wings ripping through the air assaulted me right before I took a forearm to the throat. A croaking noise came from me and the breath was forced from my throat, the angel glanced down before realizing who I was and promptly dr