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2024-10-29 19:42:56It had been a few days and I hadn’t seen Cain for a while. Supposedly he was off on some sort of reconnaissance mission, but who knew with him. I had mostly come to unfortunate grips that chances were I was more than a little pregnant, and unsure who the daddy was. It made me feel more than a little dirty, especially since I seemed to be bonded in some way to Cain as well as Shamshiel. If I was being honest with myself, and I had a tendency not to be; I felt like a slut in a way. It was all new to me, much less whatever I had with Cain; and now there was a chance they both could be the father? Didn’t exactly make a girl feel good about herself. Yet, Shamshiel was ok, or at least seemed to be, with the fact I had tumbled into bed with Cain as well. Both men had their hold on me, and it was undeniable. Shamshiel, the sexy, brooding, tender angel. The one who considered every angle and acted on logic, ruled with his head even though his heart
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Shamshiel was right, the bond I had with him something vastly different then the one I had with Cain. Neither bond less than, just different. I had been physically attracted to the angel asshole the moment our eyes connected, now realizing that was the bond sparking between us. We had fought it initially, well I had, not knowing what it was. In the end his patient, gentle and honest way had slowly crept into my head and heart. Our bond was like an old pair of pants, comfortable, something easily slid into and relied upon. I knew Shamshiel was steady and true, his decisions made on logic after he considered every angle. He meant what he said when he spoke, and endeavored to speak true to not just me, but everyone. His was the calm to my storm, the safehaven. He was a leader, but not a dictator, demanding but not condescending. He was gentle in his requirements and orders to his people, and soft and tender with me. His emotions were usually concealed, b
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My consciousness dragged me back to reality, and I felt a warm sensation spread over me, basking me in its embrace. My eyes opened slowly, not wanting to lose the feeling of overwhelming peace I felt. Shamshiel was smiling softly at me, his eyes reverent. Words did not need to be said, this bond was born of angel blood that was certain; yet Cain also played a part. This child connecting the three of us irreversibly. His hand cupped my face, his thumb making small circular motions as he drew me in for a kiss. Our mouths met in a sweet kiss, his tongue requesting entry against my lips, and I parted them easily. His hand slowly slid down to my neck, easily wrapping in the hair at my nape and pulling me closer. I melted against him, our bodies melding together seamlessly in our embrace as his wings folded around me softly. I felt small and fragile as he held me close to his body, the heat emanating off him warming me.
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LIAMTHREE MONTHS LATERDevon and that damn Nephilim Usel had been coming back and forth for a while. I could never get used to her, something about her unnerved me; and it wasn’t because she was a woman. Devon had told me they were apparently soul tied or some shit, which was what Verity was with not just one but two men. Oh wait, a fucking fallen angel and Cain the first murdered. Leave it to Ver to do it big. As if that wasn’t enough she was pregnant, with whose kid? She had no idea. Verity had never wanted kids, well no that wasn’t it, she didn’t want kids in this society where they got taken from you. Was the angel society that different? I couldn’t imagine anything but what I knew so it was a challenge to wrap my head around. Devon had said that she would be able to keep the baby with her, raise it and nurture it like how humans used to do long ago. My mind boggled at
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DEVONI slid into the shadows in time to see Liam stiffen as Cain stepped forward, wishing I had some popcorn to watch the show. I decided to stay quiet and see what transpired. Liam was clearly terrified, and I didn’t blame him. If testosterone were an animal Cain was it, nothing but masculinity oozing from this man. I almost gave my spot away when Verity clocked Cain with a wicked right hook and I had to hold back a laugh, my friend didn’t have big balls, she had golden ovaries. Covering my mouth in my sleeve I bit back my laugh, rolling my eyes as Cain roughly grabbed her and hauled him against her in a passionate kiss. I swear I saw Liam’s eyes roll too. Not like he cared much as long as Verity was protected, we all knew they had been intimate but more out of necessity than want. Plus he had Cassi now, and they were quite the pair according to Todd.I smiled so
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TODDI paced the room waiting for Devon to come back, my nerves more than frayed and my emotions stutter stopping with the magnitude of what had happened earlier. I had never dared to hope, to even entertain the idea that Devon felt the same way as I did. Devon. I refused to let this ruin our friendship, in this mad world all we had was each other, and he was easily the most important person to me. Despite his appearance he was fierce in his own right, his brain on another level than most with his analytical skills. He was shorter than me by several inches, and where we both were made up of lean muscle he was more slender than I was. His almost black hair was always in a flop to the side, his brown eyes missed very little when he entered a room. And this amazing human wanted me, just as much as I wanted him; it was so wonderful it hurt. In a world where everyone was torn apart, and love was rare; this scared me.
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VERITYI wasn’t going to lie, I had felt safer with Cain beside me for this trip but was glad to be back with Shamshiel as well. Something about having them both with me soothed me on a deeper level. Cain hadn’t let me out of his sight, not even to piss; which I was having to do more and more frequently. My belly was just slightly rounded, giving the impression I was either bloated or had eaten too much. I wasn’t moving much slower than usual, but Cain kept insisting we have breaks on our journey back, and when I said I didn’t need one the man would growl at me. So I acquiesced even though I had to admit I wasn’t adverse to him growling at me in other situations. When we had finally made it back I spent the night curled on top of one of Shamshiel’s wings, Cain spooning me from the other side. The men were oddly at peace with being so intimate with each other around me, I was not
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LIAMI had been balls deep in Cassi when it sounded like someone was about to beat my fucking door down. They wouldn’t take silence as an answer and the beating continued, then I heard Kenneth’s voice and I’d be damned if that asshole didn’t sound the most terrified I had ever heard him.“Liam get your ass out here NOW!” He was roaring, his fists threatening to come through the metal.“I’m coming, you overgrown pigeon!” I yelled back, throwing on my pants quickly while Cassi burrowed under the sheets, hiding her nudity. I threw the door open, really annoyed at being interrupted; but one look at Kenneth changed all that. His shirt was hardly there, torn, tattered and covered in blood. One wing was drooping and laid cockeyed on the ground behind him, blood splattered
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TRIGGER: Depicts graphic violence and suicideTODDI sliced through the flesh of the Nephilim in front of me easily, but it seemed like any time one died five more took their place. I grunted, pulling my sickle from the now lifeless body of this one. I felt like I had cut down damn near a hundred or more, and my stamina was running low to say the least. Shamshiel was still battling Baraqiel in the sky, the two of them moving so gracefully it looked like dancing. Except it wasn’t. Blood splatter periodically rained down from above as many Nephilim on both sides took to the skies, swooping and dodging as they fought. At this point it was practically raining blood, and it had become hard to see the sky, there were just so many overgrown bats up there. I swung my sickles, sending the excess blood flying and looked up to see my next opponent. He was a big guy, and I drew in a breat
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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
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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
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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’
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
